Frequent Accidents

"Please help me resolve the seal on that mask."

"Please resolve the abnormal aura around me."

"Please resolve my recent streak of bad luck..."

The string of prayer requests made Klein's mouth twitch uncontrollably.

What is this guy doing? Does he think prayers can be wholesale orders?

Or does he find it too troublesome to pray separately, so he bundled them all together?

Could he be taking this chance to test me? Using an extremely devout posture to probe the true strength of someone who might be a god?

Klein could not help feeling tense. Within the Tarot Club, Mr. White Tower was the one he found hardest to gauge.

Not to mention that he had not yet gathered all the materials needed for the Sacrifice Ritual.

He had no way of verifying whether that Sacrifice Ritual was real.

If this keeps up, not only will Mr. White Tower grow suspicious in secret, but Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Moon probably will too.

They'll doubt whether my power truly comes from the divine side.

It seems rashly inviting such a learned fellow into the Tarot Club wasn't such a pleasant thing after all.

I need to push this matter forward as soon as possible. I can only seek help from that Beyonder.

A familiar name appeared in Klein's mind, and he swiftly used his thoughts to transmit the ripple of having obtained this information to Chu Yang.

Elsewhere, Chu Yang, who was praying devoutly, soon heard an exceptionally majestic voice.

It was Mr. Fool's reply.

Chu Yang let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Klein replied. It seems I don't have too much strange aura on me, or perhaps I haven't truly been plagued by bad luck.

Checking the time, Chu Yang began packing up the things in his room