Of course, Luo Lin had considered whether the Nyarlathotep fragment within him might become an obstacle, and he had prepared himself for failure. Yet he had not expected the process of being pulled above the gray fog to go so smoothly. At that moment, the Nyarlathotep fragment in his spirit body had become quieter than ever before.
This reminded Luo Lin of what had happened when he had advanced to Actor.
"Could it be that because Source Castle is one of the greatest sources of madness in this world, it has instead reached some sort of balance with the fragment inside me?"
Luo Lin guessed inwardly while putting on a bewildered expression and looking around. Then he saw The Fool seated at the head of the long bronze table, instantly lean back with a startled look on his face.
"Y-you, um, are you Mr. Fool?" Luo Lin asked, seeming slightly flustered.
So now you finally know how to be afraid?
Klein grumbled inwardly with some irritation, but he was also a little puzzled. He felt that he had barely expended any spirituality, as though some other power had borne the cost for him. It even felt like he still had enough strength to pull another person into the Tarot Club.
"Could it be because Jack is also a transmigrator?" Klein muttered inwardly. He did not dwell on it, merely looking at Luo Lin and chuckling softly. "How did you end up provoking that guy?"
Klein was genuinely curious about exactly how Jack had courted disaster again. They had only been apart for a few days, yet Jack had nearly driven himself out of control.
Klein truly did not dare imagine how this would have ended if he had not happened to possess the gray fog to block out the ravings,