Fooling around was a dangerous game.
They said reading could make you wiser. At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to have touched upon the trace of a certain special name—the Fool.
On a snowy night, he had played the young "Mr. Wolf," with the body of a perfectly ordinary person, stumbling through the aftermath of one holiday celebration after another, as if he'd fallen into a clichéd horror movie.
The transitions between scenes had been perfectly smooth, completely disregarding space and time. There had even been five scenes in total.
That number alone made it hard not to compare them with what he was facing now.
And then there were the containment conditions for the mission back then: "correctly complete all the scripts."
Taken together with the weighty notebook in his hand, which contained only five lines, two of them nothing but numbers without any content, it was just as hard to believe this was pure coincidence.
That was right. Apart from the first and fourth scenes, only the second of the remaining three lines contained anything—
[Light and shadow cannot judge one another]
That one line was so artsy, it only reinforced the storylike nature of the work.
After all, anyone who wrote an experimental report like that would probably get hit with their advisor's ultimate, full-rage killing move.
In short, though careful consideration revealed plenty of differences, now that this script had appeared, the connection between Etched Wisdom and April Fools' Day could no longer be ignored.
Then there was the Higher Being known as the Fool, who could no longer be avoided. He had even impersonated its image in front of the Greedy Worms.
Whether that was its official name or merely a nickname like Tyrant's was unclear. But this mysterious Higher Being had appeared more than