Edwin's fingers stopped on the cheap parchment.
The fibers were coarse, and the sheet smelled faintly sour and moldy. That suggested the writer was an ordinary wage earner.
Transmigrators were hardly a rarity in this world.
Besides himself, there was the lofty Evernight Goddess, Emperor Roselle, whose portrait hung on walls as a history lesson, and that fellow who called himself the Fool. They had more than enough people for a table of mahjong.
Recently, he had slipped into the Tarot Club under the identity of the World, then begun using his abilities to analyze that space.
Unfortunately, the space was rather special. It seemed exceptionally good at concealing information about itself.
Even with his higher-dimensional perspective, fully analyzing it in a short time would be difficult.
One thing was certain, though: it should be a sefirah, something above a Sequence 0 Uniqueness.
Yet now, this person was communicating by letter.
That meant the writer's Sequence couldn't be particularly high.
And that made things very interesting...
Edwin leaned back in his chair and scanned the letter.
The contents were pretty ridiculous. They boiled down to:
"Hello, fellow countryman. My name is Zhou Mingrui. I transmigrated a few years ago, and I'm currently working for the Nighthawks team in Tingen City.
Recently, I got dragged into a huge mess involving Beyonder powers. Our little outfit is about to buckle under the pressure.
For the sake of our shared Chinese heritage, give a brother a hand."
Edwin shook his head and put the letter away.
A month ago, Mr. Fool, who played at being a mysterious deity during the Tarot Club meetings, had issued a request asking everyone to keep an eye on the Antigonus Family's troubles.
Now, this low-level civil servant named Zhou Mingrui had sent a plea for help.
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