Evil Gods Don’t Save People

Audrey Hall surveyed her surroundings and froze suddenly. She then heard the ever-calm voice of Mr. Fool.

"This is our newest member, his code name is Sun. This is Miss Justice, and that is Mr. Hanged Man."

Newest member? Audrey was shocked at first, then her shock immediately turned into joy. She was very excited to see the development of the Tarot Club.

At the same time, the Hanged Man Alger creased his brows, a little upset that The Fool would drag in a new member so suddenly without informing them.

After greeting each other and observing the new member, Audrey thought for a moment before smiling.

"Mr. Fool, the open selection of government officials through examinations that you described previously has already garnered the support of the King and the Prime Minister. It will soon be passed by the House of Lords and the House of Commons and is predicted to be implemented early next year."

"It looks like the King and the Prime Minister still use their brains," Alger mocked out of habit.

The Fool didn't move, tacitly agreeing with what she said.

Audrey then straightened her back and said, "Mr. Hanged Man, you got me to check on something for you previously. I've received an answer. The King has been convinced by the Prime Minister and won't seek revenge on the Feysac Empire at the East Balam Shore for the time being. I think you can now give me the extra payment that you promised me."

Listening to the two, Derrick was very confused, feeling that he only understood a few terms but couldn't string them together to provide any logical sense.

Derrick looked at Justice and The Hanged Man, suddenly having the feeling that they might not come from the same world.

'To be able to gather people this far away from each other, disregarding the terrifying monsters hiding in the darkness of the cursed lands, the Fool is really a god, an ancient god…' he thought.

Meanwhile, the Fool watched the show, his spiritual vision turned on.

'Why did he suddenly look at me?' He wondered.

And why was the Sun feeling awe right now?

The Fool decided to ignore what the teenager was currently thinking, glancing toward the two other Beyonders instead.

After accomplishing everything that she set out to do, Audrey wanted to become a silent observer, but she suddenly remembered something. She spoke in a hurry, "I recently came into contact with a Beyonder circle and found out about a powerful person named Mr. A. Mr. Fool, Mr. Hanged Man, Mr. Sun, do you know of this person's background and identity?"

'I don't even know what you're talking about…' Derrick maintained his silence.

The Fool saw the Hanged Man looking his way and decided to answer.

"He should be an envoy from the Aurora Order," Then, he added, "The Aurora Order has five Saints and twenty-two Oracles. These Oracles use the alphabet as their code names, from Mr. A to Mr. X. They are Beyonders, with the weakest being Sequence 7 and the strongest Sequence 5. They are all adept at hiding themselves. Should an Oracle die, a new Oracle will take their place."

Audrey nodded, becoming even more cautious of Mr. A.

"Thank you for your answer, Mr. Fool. What do you want in exchange?"

Such knowledge is valuable?

Although he was surprised, the Fool didn't refuse and thought about it.

Not long after, he arrived at an answer.

Since he didn't know how much money this information cost nor could he use money himself-

"More Desi pie."

Really, he didn't have any image as a god.

It was all for the sake of his humanity.

However, if he felt ashamed, would that help him maintain his humanity? Just the fact that he considered bringing himself social death for a moment made him notice how much humanity he was lacking.

Audrey agreed happily, half-surprised and half having expected the god's answer.

'Desi pie?' Derrick was intrigued by the unknown thing a god could desire.

What was it? Some sort of ritual?

However, the teenager did not ask.

Then, the Hanged Man spoke up, "I received intelligence that the pirate Qilangos, codenamed Rear Admiral Hurricane, has secretly gone onshore and infiltrated Backlund. I don't know what he's up to, but I would like your help to locate his whereabouts."

"Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos? One of the seven great admiral pirates?" Audrey widened her eyes, almost unable to maintain her Spectator state.

"Yes, he's a Sequence 6 Beyonder of the path of the Sailor, a Wind-blessed. He also has a miraculous item that could be classified as a Sealed Artifact. He's quite crafty and cruel. Don't attempt to deal with him," Alger introduced seriously.

Although the request was more directed toward Miss Justice, since everyone could take on the commission, the Fool made a casual divination.

Then, he tapped the table and told them result, "He is going to assassinate Duke Negan on September 6, 1349."

Alger was stunned.

That fast? That easily?

Was this the power of a god?

Moreover, this indeed indicated the location of his target in the future. As long as he shadowed Duke Negan on that day, he would inevitably encounter Qilangos.

Mr. Hanged Man bowed his head, "Thank you for your revelation. What might you want in exchange?"

The Fool looked at Alger with suspicion.

'I feel like this fellow has a slight misunderstanding about me…'

The Fool wasn't omniscient and all-knowing, His pathway was simply skilled at divination.

He didn't want to be misunderstood to have the same authority as the Ancient Sun God.

Brushing these meaningless thoughts aside, the Fool wanted to ask for money but didn't know how much money it was worth.

"…"

What a dilemma.

Instead of doing a divination, he directly asked the person concerned, "How much is this information worth?"

The Hanged Man froze, thoughtful.

'This is a test. I have to answer well.'

How much was he willing to give? But if he gave a price that was too cheap, would it anger the god?

Sensing her companion's distress, Miss Justice covered her mouth and looked away.

The Fool's mouth twitched.

After deliberating, the Hanged Man replied, "Two, no, three hundred pounds."

The Fool nodded.

He now had a fortune of seven hundred pounds!

That was not nearly enough to cultivate a mid-Sequence Beyonder. Wasn't he quite poor as a god?

The Sun only watched the exchange, keeping silent.

After a while, the Fool woke up from his daze, realizing that they were suddenly talking about Shepherds.

"Which Sequence pathway is Shepherd from? Which number is it?"

The Fool answered Miss Justice's question.

"The Secrets Suppliant pathway, Sequence 5."

"Secrets Suppliant… Aurora Order…" Audrey suddenly recalled Mr. A, who was a suspected Oracle of the Aurora Order, and she immediately felt heavy-hearted.

She started thinking seriously, thinking of what price she could pay in exchange for Mr. Fool to take action and get rid off that disgusting fellow effortlessly.

Would He accept money? Or more Desi pies?

Mr. Fool felt his spiritual intuition warning him, not knowing why.

Soon after, he learnt the answer.

"Mr. Fool, what might you want in exchange for eliminating Mr. A?"

And that, was not something he had expected.

If asked what was the problem with Miss Justice's question, putting aside the fact that it was blasphemous, Mr. Fool didn't really know the answer himself.

Was it because the Lord of Mysteries eliminating a Sequence 5 was straight up bullying?

Because the naive young lady was asking for murder?

Or because his actions were limited since he was stuck above the gray fog?

Did he seem too easy to approach because of his meager demands? The Fool didn't really want to interfere with the True Creator's followers for no reason.

Then, the Fool found a reasonable and legitimate reason to refuse.

"Intervening myself would make my existence be known to the world."

"Ah." Miss Justice was disappointed.

She didn't know why the Fool wanted to remain hidden, but if it was the god's wishes, she wouldn't go against it. After all, it made sense.

Mr. Hanged Man, who had wanted to ask the Fool for help against Qilangos in the same manner, also had to give up.

Then, Audrey regained her spirits, thinking of something, "In that case, you don't have to intervene yourself. Don't you have followers who could kill him in your stead?"

Although Miss Justice's question was a little too straightforward and bordering on blasphemy, Mr. Hanged Man was curious as well. He looked at the two with a mix of vigilance and anticipation.

As for the Sun, he found it to be expected that the god had followers to do things in His place. But shouldn't they respect Him more?

The Fool, who was a secret existence for a reason, was momentarily speechless.

Now, how should he tell them…

Should he lie?

But then it would become embarrassing when they really needed the help of these so-called 'followers'.

The Fool mentally sighed.

"…No, I don't."

Does himself count? If he could still control secret puppets, he's sure he could have a lot of followers.

Moreover, the ones on the Western Continent couldn't leave and come to Backlund either.

The Fool was met with the bleak reality that he had no real follower here.

Meanwhile, the Sun's eyes widened in surprise. How could such a great existence have no followers?

Should he offer to believe in Mr. Fool? However, the Sun hesitated to abandon his faith in the True Creator.

Miss Justice finally gave up her request while Mr. Hanged Man was lost in thought.

Was His influence on the real world that limited?

Or was He lying? But He was a god, He had no reason to lie.

However, if He couldn't intervene directly nor did He have any followers, then wasn't He quite weak-

Alger felt the Fool look toward him and shivered.

Nevermind, He was still a god who could decide his life and death in an instant. He shouldn't think about it any further.

Maybe it's because His followers are all dead. After all, didn't He claim to be an evil god?

It was even more terrifying to think about.

Miss Justice finally realized the other meaning of the Fool's sentence and stared at Him with pity.

'Mr. Fool is a kind and great existence! I'm sure people would easily follow Him,' she internally comforted, not daring to say it out loud.

Then, she turned her gaze away, realizing that her behavior was impolite.

The Fool silently watched the three.