Evil Gods Don’t Save People

Everything was blurry.

The Fool had a dream.

He was smiling.

However, gods don't have normal dreams.

Looking at the empty air, the Fool asked a question.

It wasn't a memory of the past either. Was it a premonition of the future?

"But at least, you are on my side, right?"

Then, an answer came.

"I'm sorry."

Pain, shock, despair, realization.

The Fool looked back.

The Fool opened his eyes.

'What…'

Bringing his hand to his forehead, he tried to remember the dream he had.

However, now matter how hard he tried, he was unable to recall its contents.

'Should I try divination?'

Sighing, he shook his head and extended his spirituality towards the crimson stars.

It was time for the meeting.

***

The Fool stared at the air in a daze, figures from long ago superimposing with Tarot Club members.

Then, he regained his senses, recalling he was in the middle of a meeting.

Since there was another new member this week, should he remind them of some basic mysticism knowledge?

After looking at the other members, Fors listened to his explanation of the acting method. Meanwhile, the others seemed to already be aware of it.

Contrary to the Full Moon night, the Fool appeared more lofty and distant, as if they were not on equal grounds anymore. Fors had a strange feeling when she saw that sight.

Afterwards, the Fool explained his honorific name, sacrificing rituals, and also added the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Indestructibility, the Law of Similar Sequence Beyonder Characteristics Conservation, and the exchangeability of pathways at higher sequences.

All this knowledge prompted Fors to stop analyzing the god's behavior and snap back to attention. Audrey also covered her mouth at the existence of cannibalism.

After thinking for a moment, Fors said, "I wish to obtain the formula of Apothecary and Trickmaster. I will pay in cash."

Seeing no response, the god decided to help his 'believer'.

Didn't he need her to be stronger to become a stronger anchor?

"I have it."

Fors felt awkward. Although it was good news to have gained a lead, she didn't know if she could answer the needs of a god.

"Um… What do you want in exchange?"

"Desi pie."

'An immediate answer. Huh, Desi pie shouldn't be too hard to obtain…' Fors was somewhat embarrassed by the condition that was easier to fulfill than expected, but was also happy to be able to solve the problem of searching for the next potion formula.

Sighing in relief, Fors readily nodded.

"Okay."

***

The Sun Derrick looked around silently, gritted his teeth and said, "I want to know which seven gods you are talking about, and the general situation regarding them."

He couldn't help but ask this question that had been plaguing his mind for a long time.

'…I know that!' Audrey almost failed to react at first, but she quickly figured out what the Sun was asking and raised her right hand slightly.

At the same time, the Hanged Man and the Star also indicated that they could answer.

'…What are they doing?' Fors looked on blankly, trying to remember what had just happened.

After a moment, she remembered the Sun's question. She then began ruminating over the implied meaning behind his words.

'It can't be? He actually doesn't know about the Seven Gods? Where did he come from?' Fors looked at Mr. Sun, who was just a teenager.

In the Northern Continent, other than insensible children, there wasn't anyone who didn't know of the seven orthodox deities!

'People from the Southern Continent's colonies? However, there's no need for him to ask such a simple question! Just find a cathedral and ask a pastor or a priest to preach a sermon, and you'll be able to figure out the relevant content! Where does the Sun actually live? What a freak!' Fors looked from side to side while mumbling to herself, but the other members weren't surprised.

At that moment, the fog-immersed Fool saw that there were three people eager to answer and tilted his head.

After a moment of silence, the Sun spoke up, "…I'll trade with each of you individually."

Only then could he obtain the most comprehensive information.

He paused for a moment before requesting, "The reward is that you can ask me a question, the kind that I can answer."

***

"Can I read your novel?"

"Huh?"

Startled by the Fool's question, Fors sat up straighter. She had once again been pulled up by the god above the gray fog to avoid losing control because of the moon's influence.

"I'd like to read your novel. Could you sacrifice one book to me so that I can read it?" The god explained to His believer.

Remembering the existence of gold pounds under the table, He added, "I can even pay for it."

Fors was in a daze before waving her hands.

"…No need! No need! I'll sacrifice one to you after you send me back."

It felt so weird.

A god who asked for Desi pies in exchange for potion formulas and even read the novels of His believers—you could only find that in fairytales, right?

Although she may have sold her soul to an evil god, Fors thought that, since the evil god was Mr. Fool, then it may not be that bad.

***

City of Silver. After a thorough examination of Derrick Berg, who had pushed himself to the brink of losing control at the advice of the Hanged Man, he was brought to the bottom of the spire.

This place took in residents who showed signs of losing control, and various methods were used to save them.

Walking in the gloomy and creepy corridor, he suddenly felt a strange chill.

"Help!"

A sharp shrill voice suddenly sounded from a sealed room.

"Help…"

The voice came to a sudden halt, and then there was silence.

'This…' In the eerie silence, the first thought Derrick Berg had when he came back to his senses was to rescue that person.

However, the two guards that held him in the middle didn't show any reaction to it, as if everything that had just happened was just his imagination.

"Someone is calling out for help," the young Derrick informed the two Dawn Paladins.

On his left, a tall knight clad in silver armor calmly replied, "Don't be fooled. That's just the normal behavior of those Beyonders who are on the verge of losing control."

'Is that so? Maybe he cried out for help because he just isn't willing to give up and lose control and become a monster…' Derrick thought sorrowfully.

Following the change in his mood, the illusory, buzzing sound in his ears became more distinct.

After silently taking a few steps forward, the Dawn Paladin from before pointed to a door on the left and said, "You will be staying here for the time being. We will bring you your food and medicine on time."

As he spoke, he took out an iron-black bottle.

Derrick took the bottle and gulped it down, feeling a cool sensation slide down his esophagus and into his stomach.

His entire being rapidly became quiet. The swaying scenes before his eyes stabilized, and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually weakened.

Creak!

At the sound of the iron door closing and locking, Derrick entered his own room.

The first thing he saw was a candle flickering with a faint yellow light, and then he made out a low bed, a chair, and a square table.

Other than that, there was nothing else. However, the walls, including the door, were all engraved with complicated and mysterious symbols and labels. They seemed to form a complete seal.

Derrick's emotions were also suppressed by the medicine. He sat down on the bed without the slightest hint of curiosity before lying down.

After an unknown period of time, he suddenly heard the sound of someone banging on his door. However, this didn't come from outside his room, but from his neighboring cell.

Derrick sat up and listened. He heard a sharp, high-pitched wail from the knocking.

His hair stood on end as he abruptly stood up, taking an extremely defensive stance.

At this moment, thumping sounds spread to the metal walls that were separated by two rooms, slowly smashing a protrusion.

Derrick was about to pray for holy light when the scene before his eyes suddenly lit up. It seemed as if the entire space around him had been moved to the outside world, just in time for the lightning to streak past.

The sound of the wall being smashed beside him had vanished, and the bottom of the spire regained its silence.

It wasn't an absolute silence. Rather, the sound of light footsteps echoed for a long distance. It only turned silent after the echoes continued on for a long time.

Derrick was wondering what had happened to the Beyonder in the neighboring cell when someone knocked on the metal wall on the other side.

Tak! Tak! Tak!

It was as if someone had bent their finger and was tapping lightly.

"Who is it?" Derrick asked, raising his voice in slight alarm.

The knocking immediately stopped, and after a few seconds, a deep yet rather old voice was faintly transmitted.

"So it turns out to be a young fellow."

"You are?" Seeing that the other person could communicate rationally, Derrick leaned against the wall and pressed his ear against the cold metal.

The elderly voice chuckled and said, "The person next to you almost lost control several times. He ultimately couldn't be saved today."

'He completely lost control?' Derrick asked through the metal wall, "So he's become a monster now?"

"No, not a monster, but a corpse. He was finished off by the item sealed in here." The elderly voice sighed. "I've been here for forty-two years. Yes, those guards told me that they've seen too many similar incidents."

Derrick was surprised and returned with a question, "You've been here for forty-two years?"

At that moment, the Fool's spiritual intuition was touched, prompting Him to look at one of the crimson stars.

Amon…

The latter also looked up, as if meeting his gaze, then smiled in recognition.