His First Tarot Club Gathering

Luther only felt a throbbing pain in his head.

"Sizzle!"

Amidst the intense pain, Luther heard a phantom tearing sound. Along with this sound, he experienced a strange sensation, as if a small fragment of his Consciousness had detached from his body, broken away, and been transformed by an invisible force, taking shape.

Has the Virtual Personality been successfully established?

He asked Consciousness:

"Are you done?"

"Are you done?"

Another voice echoed in my mind at the same time.

It was an indescribable experience. Luther was surprised to feel as if an illusory face was staring back at him, equally astonished.

"Damn, so I was the Virtual Personality all along."

As if just realizing the situation, the voice asked in surprise.

That's exactly what I would say.

Luther thought to himself, then looked at M.

"It seems to have been a success."

M said with a smile, freeing his hands.

The next day, Monday afternoon.

Luther sat on the sofa in the bedroom, watching the hands of the clock on the wall gradually move toward the three o'clock position.

At this moment, the created Virtual Personality is enveloping Luther's mind and deeply merging with his Ether Body.

M stood beside him, maintaining his posture.

"Da, da"

The mechanical hands ticked away, their echoes reverberating in his mind as two distinct sounds.

Luther felt his head was spinning, and everything he saw was double. He didn't even dare to have any extra thoughts, because the intertwined thoughts would keep spreading, making him dizzy and confused.

Fortunately, he no longer needed to endure it. The next moment, a deep red and illusory light burst forth from all around him and from within his body, engulfing him!

Above the Gray Fog, in a magnificent, ancient Palace.

On either side of the Bronze Long Table, crimson light burst forth in succession, rising and falling like a fountain, surging and filling the high-backed chairs. The Red Light outlined blurry human figures, filling the chairs one by one and extending downwards.

At the head of the long table, [The Fool] Klein, his body shrouded in Gray Fog, calmly faced the scene. He saw that a new figure had appeared to his right, below [The Sun].

As the figure appeared, the high-backed chair it was on also changed. The glittering stars on the chair back rapidly coalesced, taking shape and ultimately transforming into a peculiar pattern—

Abundant and eerie rose petals surround an inverted Cross.

In occultism, this symbol represents the "Hanged Man"!

The summoning was successful.

Klein watched Luther appear successfully and thought to himself with satisfaction.

As he tried to gather his members and touch the Red Star corresponding to Luther, for some reason, a faint and fragile connection came from Luther's side, almost impossible to maintain. Fortunately, Klein had already advanced to become Magician, and his Spirituality was more sufficient, so he re-established the connection, allowing the other party to successfully appear above the Gray Fog.

This may be the way Luther shields the Tide.

He guessed that way.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

After all the members had gathered, Audrey habitually greeted each one. Suddenly, her "Spectator" instincts made her keenly notice that there was one more person attending the gathering today.

The mysterious environment Above the Gray Fog blurred everyone's figures. Through the Fog, she could only make out that the man had black hair and azure eyes, and was wearing a crimson robe.

It's quite rare to see a man dressed in such bright colors. He looked around, seemingly somewhat surprised.

Audrey observed the other person, and then, in front of everyone, she naturally expressed her curiosity:

"Respected Mr. Fool, who is this?"

"This is the new member, Mr. [Temperance]."

She heard the Fool calmly introduce himself from behind the Gray Fog.

Greetings, everyone.

[Temperance] Luther, no, it should be said, Luther's clone greeted the crowd in a faint voice.

Actually, when he first saw himself appearing above the Gray Fog, he was momentarily stunned.

Why is it me? Shouldn't it be my Virtual Personality that's being brought up?

And even though I had already been pulled ashore, why didn't that Tide stop me?

A moment later, he suddenly realized what was happening.

Oh, so I'm Virtual Personality.

Although what was being pulled up at this moment was indeed Virtual Personality, since its personality, memories, and original body were exactly the same, and it would merge with the original body after returning, he simply treated himself as Luther.

Just as he had figured this out, he heard a woman's slightly distorted voice, and then the Fool began to introduce himself, so he took the opportunity to greet everyone.

Good afternoon, Mr. Temperance.

Audrey was delighted that the Tarot Club had grown once again. After greeting the gentleman, she continued her habit of greeting each member. This process was essentially a self-introduction for the members, allowing Luther to quickly learn each member's code name and appearance.

Just as she expected, Luther followed his introduction, looking at each person in turn and quickly forming an Oldest One impression of them:

The Hanged Man, sullen and seemingly quite calculating;

[Sun] is very tall and big, but seems a bit restless, like a child;

[Magician], female, nothing particularly special;

[World], what a gloomy fellow.

After looking at all these people, he turned his gaze to [Justice].

She was well-mannered and had a dignified demeanor, like a young lady from an aristocratic family.

The entire organization, including himself, consisted of only six people.

It feels a bit different from the mysterious organization I imagined.

Luther had initially assumed that those who could participate in the gathering before the gods must be extraordinary powerhouses. However, the demeanor of these individuals did not seem particularly special, which made him suspicious.

No, I shouldn't have been so prejudiced. Maybe they're just hiding their special qualities.

As he was thinking this, he saw that Miss Justice had already stood up and bowed to the Fool at the head of the table, saying, "Respected Mr. Fool, I have collected two more pages of Roselle's diary this time."

Roselle's Diary?!

Upon hearing this, Luther was slightly taken aback.

Mr. Fool knows about Roselle's Diary, and is even having members of the Tarot Club collect it?

His heart trembled as he watched the blonde, blue-eyed woman materialize two Parchment. The Fool teleported them to the table in front of him, picked them up, and began to read.

I started reading!

Does Mr. Fool know Chinese characters?

Could He be a time traveler too? No, He's a god, and gods sometimes represent knowledge itself. Mastering an encrypted language might not be particularly difficult for Him.

Corresponding ideas flashed through his mind quickly.

Meanwhile, across the towering figure of [The Sun] Derrick, [The Hanged Man] Alger had already observed his subtle movements.