The experience of the Magician's power had finally passed; this week brought a brand new Sequence.
Nairn had no regrets; after all, he had done everything he could each week.
Compared to a certain someone with a confused heart, he was the type who, once a goal was set, would use his strong execution to carry it through.
However, the new Sequence randomized this week made even Nairn feel a bit caught between laughter and tears.
It was actually sequence 8, the very one he was about to advance to!
"sequence 8: Troublemaker."
"You are skilled at creating small physical chaos: making stairs suddenly slippery, making clocks report the wrong time, or making ink spread for no reason. Your little tricks are always just enough to be annoying yet leave others helpless."
"You instinctively perceive and exploit loopholes in social situations or simple rules to create embarrassing or hilarious small-scale chaos, drawing brief pleasure, power, and spirituality from it."
"Advancement Direction: Requires fusion with the 'Apprentice' Pathway's sequence 8 'Trickmaster'. Gain the ability to manipulate light, create simple illusions, and short-range flashes, upgrading pranks from concepts to achievable Beyonder phenomena with a sense of spatial playfulness."
This ability description was practically made for causing trouble.
Even the little theater in his mind seemed to shrug, indicating it couldn't help.
Since they agreed on random, it would be random; absolutely no behind-the-scenes manipulation.
Nairn sighed, then felt that the situation itself was quite amusing.
Randomizing the Sequence he was just about to advance to—could this be considered a kind of official spoiler?
Thinking about how such a low-Sequence item was taking up a spot in the precious prize pool of "randomly advance one subsequent Sequence every week," Nairn felt an urge to level up quickly and "clear" all the low Sequences.
But in the long run, this cheat would definitely become more and more satisfying.
After all, his Sequence was constantly climbing; once he reached the later stages, the scene would be entirely different.
Others think he's a mid-Sequence?
Wrong, I'm a demigod, and I even have the power of a Sefirah!
Well, as long as the cheat itself isn't banned, it's not cheating.
If it's not turned off, it doesn't count as cheating!
And all of this stemmed from his hard work and directing since his transmigration.
Besides, advancing subsequent Sequences in advance had another major benefit—[Advance Acting]!
Although he already knew the names of the subsequent Sequences thanks to the cheat, it wasn't as substantial as experiencing them firsthand.
Only by actually operating it could he know how to act to best fit the core of the Sequence and how to digest the potion quickly and well.
For example, right now, Nairn already felt a strong urge to play tricks on others, continuously welling up from deep within his body.
This urge tickled his heart, making him want to find fun in everything he saw.
Just as this urge was reaching its peak, it was time for the Tarot Club.
Above the Gray Fog, within the magnificent ancient palace, the mottled bronze long table stood quietly.
Klein's figure condensed on the throne belonging to 'Fool'. He looked down, his mood still heavy.
Ever since witnessing Triss's theory and practice of 'Merciful End' in the slums, a sense of immense loneliness and confusion had enveloped him. Although Captain Dunn's guidance was warm, it couldn't touch the deepest contradictions in his heart.
The order he protected seemed so pale and powerless in the face of systemic social suffering.
He felt like a person standing on a dam, watching helplessly as the flood surged through the foundation of the dam, while all he could do was repair one or two cracks on the top.
This uncomprehended loneliness made him feel out of place with the entire world.
At that moment, the crimson stars representing 'Justice' and 'Hanged Man' lit up, and two figures emerged one after another.
Klein subconsciously adjusted his posture to make himself look more majestic and mysterious, covering his inner exhaustion.
His gaze swept over Miss 'Justice' and then paused slightly.
On Miss 'Justice's' high-backed chair, the originally brilliant stars on the back were now moving and reorganizing rapidly, forming an illusory constellation he had never seen before.
No, that's not right; he had seen this constellation!
Klein's pupils constricted.
This wasn't an astronomical constellation from the real world, but a symbolic sign in mysticism!
A Symbol representing the 'Giant Dragon'!
Giant Dragon? What did the Spectator Pathway have to do with dragons? Did Miss Audrey have some fortuitous encounter? Or... did a Beyonder creature related to dragons appear around her?
Klein forced himself to suppress the urge to shake his head; he was 'Fool' and couldn't show any surprise.
He calmly turned his inquiring gaze toward 'Hanged Man's' high-backed chair.
Above the Gray Fog, his will was the rule. With a thought, the scene behind the chair was clearly presented before his eyes.
The constellation behind 'Hanged Man's' chair hadn't changed; it was still that familiar Symbol. But Klein, who had already been initiated into mysticism, was no longer as ignorant as before; he recognized at a glance that it was the Symbol of'Storm'.
Sailor—Sea-Blessed—Storm—this Pathway was quite clear, no problem there.
Klein could also feel that the colors deep within 'Hanged Man's' aura had become much purer; it seemed he was not far from advancing, or had already advanced.
Finally, his gaze fell on the chair belonging to 'Lovers' Nairn.
What would the Symbol behind Senior Nairn's seat be? Given his mystery and power, it would surely be some extremely ancient,
and extremely obscure Symbol, right?
Klein looked over with full anticipation.
Then, he froze.
There—was nothing.
It was empty, just an ordinary chair back, without even a trace of a pattern.
Well...
Klein sighed in his heart, not knowing if it was disappointment or to be expected.
As expected of Senior Nairn, even the Gray Fog cannot define him?
Though he thought this, Klein couldn't help but feel a little bit of disdain for his own Gray Fog Space.
Why does it feel... a bit underwhelming?
Just then, Nairn's figure condensed into form. He leaned lazily against the back of the chair and winked at Klein, as if saying, "You were just peeking."
Klein immediately withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly, and announced majestically, "Let us begin."
The Tarot Club entered the familiar diary submission segment.
Because the Acting Method explained by Nairn last time was too detailed, in exchange, 'Justice' and 'Hanged Man' both owed Mr. Fool five pages of diaries, and this time they were here to repay the debt.
Audrey and Alger respectfully offered the Roselle's diaries they had collected.
Klein was about to collect them when he saw Nairn also slowly raising his hand, making a gesture of submission.
Hmm? Senior Nairn is also submitting a diary?
Klein's heart stirred.
Could it be that seeing his interest in the diaries last time, he had specially gone to collect one too?
Or did he have something important he wanted to communicate before the meeting by "passing a small note" to coordinate?
Klein leaned toward the latter.
He felt that the content on this note must be a key issue that had to be discussed in this Tarot Club.
Thus, with a thought, those few pages of parchment instantly flashed into his hands.
He didn't look at Audrey's or Alger's first, but directly flipped to the page Nairn had handed over.
He had to give the big shot some face.
However, with just one glance, Klein completely froze.
On that parchment, in a font he was all too familiar with—imitating his own handwriting—was a line of text: "July 9th, Monday."
"My name is Zhou Mingrui, I transmigrated as Klein. Today is the third Tarot Club where I continue to play the mystic and act as Mr. Fool."
"Senior Nairn actually submitted a diary too? Then I definitely have to take a look first."