The answer to the questions

Looking at her Past self suspended inside the transparent "Cocoon," Franca's mind buzzed, and many thoughts flashed through her mind like boiling oatmeal.

What exactly is this place?

Is this Mr. The Fool's psychological trauma or that of the Celestial Worthy?

"Was I kept in a ' Cocoon ' and hung on the Light Gate like this from the time I lost my memory until I completed the Transmigration?"

"Are the other ' Cocoon ' filled with other members of the Society?"

What do those three empty ' Cocoon ' represent?

"Who hung us up?"

"This is very similar to the behavior of High-Sequence in the ' Seer ' Pathway..."

"Was it done by the Celestial Worthy?"

"So, this is Mr. ' The Fool's' psychological trauma?"

"He..."

The thought that had just flashed through Franca's mind reached this point, and behind the brilliant Light Gate, part of the Gray Fog dissipated, revealing the sphere.

That's a view of the Planet from the Moon, from the Starry Sky.

Franca then saw the Southern and Northern Continent, the Western Continent shrouded in a layer of Grayish-White Fog, and the Eastern Continent shrouded in darkness.

At the same time, a slightly solemn voice echoed in her ears:

There is a very old name here, called...

Chernobyl!

There is a very old name here, called...

Chernobyl!

"..."

As the sound echoed, Franca stared blankly at the familiar yet strange Planet Depths the Gray Fog, staring blankly at the four continents in the east, west, south, and north that had Change somewhat but whose outlines were still discernible. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Suddenly, she understood many questions—questions she had Past been unable to answer or had avoided seeking answers in exchange for alternative explanations:

Why is it that even though there are 365 days in a year, the world adds one day every four years...?

Why is it that the world also has 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, and 60 seconds in a minute...?

Why is the human body structure in this world exactly the same as on Earth, and why can most elements be found to have corresponding relationships...?

Why is Mr. The Fool's Dream set in a modern city...?

Why is Mr. The Fool's Marionette Town called Utopia...?

Why are the incarnations of Mr. The Fool called Gehrman Sparrow and Merlin Hermes...?

"..."

Franca stared blankly at the Planet that was both strange and familiar, staring blankly at the four continents of the east, west, south, and north and the dreamy blue ocean in her memory, salty, wet tears streaming down her face without her noticing.

Her mind was telling her the answer, but her heart was refusing to accept it:

This world, perhaps, is just Earth...

Franca's vision was already blurred, but she dared not close her eyes, afraid to see the images that always appeared before her eyes in the middle of the night.

A surge of intense shock, grief, and profound Despair and Pain welled up within her, almost identical to, and Fusion with, the intense emotions pervading the area.

Perhaps we never left, but we can never go back.

Inside the Luxury Villa in Trier.

In Franca's room, the "Judgement" Lady, the "Magician" Lady, and the "Justice" Lady had gathered around the bed.

"She's crying..." the "Judgement" Lady, who had been observing Franca's condition, suddenly said.

Franca's eyes inexplicably welled up with tears as Slumber, the traces of which stretched to both sides and disappeared into her now darker Linen-Colored hair.

She seemed to be having an extremely sad dream.

At this moment, both the "Judgement" Lady and the "Magician" Lady were somewhat unable to understand why the "Two of Cups" would silently shed tears in her dream.

They had considered what kind of Change Franca's expression would undergo in reality, and whether it was Distortion with Pain, exaggerated madness, or extreme Pleasure, all were possibilities that could be predicted.

But why are I crying?

The tears that flowed were dominated by sadness and Despair.

Had one of her companions met with misfortune?

The "Magician" Lady turned her gaze to the other rooms and found that Lumian, Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig were all still alive, but the first two had contrasting expressions: one was cold-faced, and the other could not hide his Pain and urgency even in his dreams.

"Aren't we going to ' Soothing ' her?" the "Judgement" Lady asked the "Justice" Lady was conducting Psychological Analysis.

Since the mental Corruption and Emotional Impact experienced in Dream can be reflected in reality, treating the corresponding psychological problems and mental illnesses in reality will also truly affect the person in the Dream.

Dream, constructed around the core of the mind and psychology, are difficult to distinguish between internal and external, and reality and illusion are indistinguishable.

The "Justice" Lady green Eyes revealed a thoughtful expression:

"The current emotion of ' The Two of Cups ' is one of immense Despair, which is also a reflection of her true state."

"What she needs now is Despair, utter Despair."

Upon hearing this, the "Magician" Lady couldn't help but turn her head and look towards the eastern night sky.

She said in a low voice, "Yes, ' The Two of Cups ' has already forcibly advanced by taking advantage of the special nature of Dream. What it needs most now is Despair, intense and immense Despair."

This will help her digest the Potion quickly.

"I don't know exactly what she saw or experienced, but judging from the current situation, 'making herself Despair ' should be enough. The next step is to find an opportunity to 'make others Despair '."

"Justice" Lady slightly and said, "I will provide psychological treatment once the current Despair of ' Two of Cups ' has subsided."

"Now, she may need other help."

As the Major Arcana in the green and white striped Long Dress spoke, the "Magician" Lady half-opened her arms.

Before her, starlight converged, forming a phantom yet dazzling double door.

The door opened slowly, revealing a thin layer of Grayish-White Fog inside.

That represents the Dream City.

As the Angel who Pathway the "door," Lady "Magician" could easily open a door and force her way into the "The Fool's" Dream.

Of course, whether this Forced Entry entry would cause her to be watched on the spot, Loss of Control instantly, or unknowingly become the Celestial Worthy's Marionette remains to be seen.

In this matter, "unknown" refers to the uncertainty of which of the two possible outcomes will occur, not whether either outcome will occur at all.

--According to the Astrology results of "The Magician Lady," there is only a very small chance that she will not encounter anything, and that would only be possible if "The Fool" has a certain advantage or if the two Great Ones are in the midst of a fierce battle.

What she needs to do now is definitely not to rush in to save people, but to open this door, establish the corresponding passage, and assist the "Justice" Lady who is the "Dreamweaver".

Originally Lady, "Justice" could only monitor Change in certain parts of the Dream, and only through vague perception. With this new door, she can now directly exert a certain influence on specific areas of the Dream or the corresponding characters.

In this situation, having already been kicked out of the Dream three times, there wasn't much she could do, but all they wanted to convey to Franca was that brief sentence.

As the gates to the Dream City opened, Lady Justice closed her emerald eyes, which seemed to reflect the human soul, and raised her right hand, outlining dreamlike and unreal symbols in mid-air.

On the Mushu Hospital, at the edge of the elevator lobby.

Gazing at the illusory, Gloom Abyss, Lumian inhaled the slightly sweet and warm fragrance, suppressing the turmoil in his bones and desires, the feeling that his whole being was about to Burning, and entered a state of ethereal tranquility.

His mind and thoughts gradually drifted away, and he became increasingly numb to the speed at which time passed.

Finally, he "saw" a mist tinged with a dark black hue, and felt as if he were walking in such a mist.

Just like before, he saw the outlines of various buildings, things that looked like trains traveling on the blurry streets, and Lady with a flower and bird fan covering her face approaching him in a two-wheeled cart pulled by people.

He took flight, soaring into the Depths of the thick fog, towards some part of this strange city.

There remains a strange Tower, now only a shadowy silhouette, Tower base radiating an indescribable eeriness and terror.

Despite his fear and trembling, Lumian sank down into the Tower and headed straight for the bottom.

He immediately saw an ancient well that blended into the darkness, Ancient Well walls made of moss-covered Stone Blocks, and Library -Iron-Black chains that hung from the Stone Blocks and extended into the Depths of the Ancient Well.

The chains have numerous reliefs on their surface, but they are so blurry that Lumian could hardly make them out.

Unable to resist, Lumian poked his head out, trying to look down into the bottom of the Ancient Well.

What met his Eyes was a thick, eerie Blood-Colored.

It appeared to be formed from an unknown amount of blood.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian smelled a metallic, metallic odor.

He blankly shifted his gaze to his nose and discovered that blood had been flowing from the tip of his nose, just like real blood.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Lumian's eye, he saw his head and face reflected clearly in the Blood-Colored well water.

His right palm instantly became scorching hot, and a frenzied and violent aura surged outwards like Flood.

This was blocked by a feeling of cold, deathly silence.

Outside of the spiritual Mysticism process, Lumian, on the second basement floor of Mushu Hospital, experienced noticeable trembling.

His hair fluttered, his face sometimes appearing as the radiant Lumian-na, sometimes as the even more handsome Security Guard Li Ming; his chest sometimes heaved, sometimes calmed; his aura was sometimes alluring and Fascination, sometimes fierce and masculine...

He constantly switches between these two states, and if he lacks either one, his body is likely to collapse rapidly, turning him into Loss of Control Monster.

At the edge of the Ancient Well, Lumian sensed a terrifying will capable of destroying everything, feeling its gaze cast upon him from the Depths of the Ancient Well.

Even with the abilities of an "Ascetic," and despite forcibly controlling himself, Lumian couldn't help but break free from the Mysticism Ritual and open his eyes.

His right palm was still throbbing, more intense than ever before, and his Eyes were a deep black, a black devoid of life, where even death did not exist.

Before his eyes, a Whirlpool suddenly appeared in the void and Gloom of the Abyss, a Whirlpool spiraling towards the bottom.