Thank you for the donation, Fool.

"The Fool" Klein stared blankly at "The Angel's" movements.

You can just recite the incantation here, but now you're trying to perform a sacrificial ritual?

It seems you actually succeeded?

"Justice" Audrey and "The Hanged Man" Alger watched this scene with equal astonishment.

Does this ritual really work?

Is this honorific title actually real?

Is Mr. Fool really some kind of great being, almost mysterious?

Audrey and Alger looked at the Fool with a mixture of fear and adoration, only to find that Mr. Fool was watching Mr. "Angel" with great interest, as if observing something interesting, which made them even more aweful.

Chael was not affected by the external environment.

In his memory, Klein was able to create dream talismans on his own, using the power of the gray mist to create talismans from other realms.

So he should be able to too?

Create a Listener's Listening Charm, Sequence 8 of the Mystic Path?

It's impossible that Gray Fog didn't record the basic abilities of their arch-enemy, right?

Shael closed his eyes and tried to activate the mysterious runes drawn on the folding fan, which itself was also a part of his spirituality.

His hearing was greatly enhanced; he could almost perceive the movement of the gray fog, the shimmering noise of the crimson stars, and the pulsations that seemed both real and unreal... They seemed to be invisible black threads.

boom!

As if struck on the head by a heavy hammer, Xia'er's eyes snapped open, still gleaming with a deep red light. His ears were ripped off and dissolved in the grayish-white mist before falling to the ground.

He gasped for breath, his limbs stiffened, and his thoughts became fragmented. The previously formless and intangible gray mist grew heavy, and he could see nothing before his eyes, yet he could feel something pulling at his body, dragging him, penetrating deeper, and trying to capture him...

Zizizi!

Silvery-white arcs of electricity appeared on the surface of Xia'er's natal crimson star.

He felt something was severed, his thoughts reconnected, his fingers were no longer stiff, his vision returned, and the folding fan he had been holding had vanished without a trace of dust.

"Mr. Angel, are you alright?"

"Justice?" Audrey asked, her voice trembling slightly.

She saw the "angel" suddenly paralyzed on the bronze chair, as if she had heard some terrible sound, and tear off her own ear with her own hands.

Alger glanced furtively at the Fool, who remained silent and observed everything, and unconsciously lowered his head.

"Fool" Klein felt the scrutinizing gazes of "Justice" and "The Hanged Man," and he was in a real bind. The only thing he was sure of was that "Angel" had almost exploded just now, and only felt better after the other party tore off his ear.

Klein was no longer so concerned about the fact that the "angel" had caused the gray fog to react. He was more curious about what the other party had heard that had caused this reaction.

Does this happen to anyone who tries to activate the power of this mysterious space, unless it's themselves?

Mr. Fool seemed to be deep in thought.

"I...cough cough...Mr. Fool...could I have a few sheets of blank paper?"

Xia Er clutched her chest and managed to utter a few words.

He seemed not to hear Audrey's question.

When Klein heard the angel's weak words, he wanted to see what the other party wanted to do, so he summoned three pieces of white paper and thoughtfully jumped them into the "angel's" hands.

Xia Er quickly folded the two pieces of white paper in his hand into two ear-like shapes and put them on his ears. He then crumpled the last piece of paper into a ball and swallowed it. His complexion improved somewhat, and he stood up, giving the Fool a slight bow.

"Thank you for your blessing, this ability is very useful."

The "Fool," who witnessed the whole thing, had three big question marks above his head.

How is this a blessing? What does it mean?

He didn't know what to say, so he could only nod slightly.

"Mr. Angel, are you alright?"

"Justice" Audrey was also very surprised. Fearing that the "angel" would not hear her as before, she deliberately spoke loudly.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," was somewhat astonished and uncertain. Was this a gift? What kind of gift?

"It's nothing serious, he just needs to rest for a while."

"The Fool has bestowed upon me a very useful spell-like ability."

"Also, I don't recommend that you try using ritual magic here like I did just now."

"This is dangerous. You may not have the ability or experience to stop the ceremony in time, and your methods may not be appropriate."

As Xia Er spoke, she patted her chest, still somewhat shaken.

This gray fog space... isn't that going too far... where's the circuit breaker mechanism?

Why does Klein have it? Why doesn't he? What's the point? He can use it, but he doesn't care if he dies?

Fortunately, he managed to disconnect from the internet in time thanks to the power of a natural disaster, otherwise his CPU would have burned out.

"A spell-like ability?"

"What is this?"

When Audrey saw that the "angel" was alright, her curiosity overcame her earlier fear.

If the "angel" hadn't looked so frightening just now, she would have wanted to ask Mr. Fool to grant her one as well.

"You can simply understand it as, 'using tissues as soldiers.'"

Xia Er simply gave him a name.

You think you can just torment him for nothing with this little bit of gray fog?

Let's see if I don't take advantage of you!

After being tormented by the gray fog, I'll have the courage to touch even a little bit of the chaotic sea.

Do you think we can't see this?

Klein watched as Shael made up some nonsense and didn't know what to say.

Turning paper into soldiers? Then why are you folding two ears and wearing them?

You ate a piece of paper? You dared to eat something that was made out of thin air, something I don't even know the principles behind?

Klein looked at Xia Er with the eyes of someone looking at a lab rat.

"That's amazing."

Although Audrey also sensed that the abilities the "angels" possessed were not so simple, she wisely refrained from asking.

It's already quite impressive that they could just use paper as soldiers.

"Of course, that's the advantage of being the first to hold the ceremony."

Xiaer even typed "GG" to Klein.

Turning paper into something useful... that ability is quite applicable.

In fact, he realized this on his own.

This is the lowest level of the power to change.

If you change your listener, you probably need to be hurt even more severely to gain anything.

As for why harm is considered a blessing... isn't that normal for the Mystic?

Has the Lord hurt you?

No, this is the love of the Lord. Your understanding is not enough. Why is it that I have understood, but you haven't?

Can't you see the Lord's deeper meaning?

A smile grew wider on Xia'er's face.

The experiment was a success, and even if you become a listener and go above the gray fog, you will be fine.

Even if one actively uses their extraordinary ability to listen, as long as one doesn't carefully perceive it, it is still largely under control within the layer of gray fog and can still be used to identify pollution.

Having listened to much on the gray fog, once one has honed their skills, even a slight contact with the chaotic sea or hearing the voice of the true creator will not corrupt them.

"Mr. Angel, why did you eat that piece of paper?"

After considering it for a moment, Alger asked a question that wasn't too sensitive.

"Didn't Mr. Fool explain the role-playing method to you?"

"When I perform ritual magic here, this space will consider me a fraudster trying to sneak in and freeload, and the guards here will expel me."

"But if the owner of this place sees that this swindler is a traveler he has met before, and takes pity on him, and issues him an invitation, the guards will put away their weapons and stop driving away and attacking the guest."

"You agree, Mr. Fool?"

Chael smiled as he looked at the unflappable, all-knowing Mr. Fool.

Xia Er was grateful for the powerful, hidden authority of the Gray Fog space, which prevented him from breaking through the space's secrecy and hearing the truly terrifying 'sound' even after attempting to listen with the power of the Gray Fog.

Only a small part of the noise could be heard.