The Goddess of Night nodded, said nothing more, and reached forward, gently tugging at a corner of the void with her palm. A thin, delicate "night veil" drifted down, softly settling upon Caine's body and silently seeping in. Caine quietly felt the blessing flowing from his dream for two seconds, then placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly. He then stepped back two paces and departed from the stellar realm. The Goddess of Night stood at the edge of the divine kingdom, watching him go. The next moment, Caine arrived within the projection of the "Giants' Hall" at the site of the divine war. Then, just as Amun had done before, he walked to the edge of the gray-blue gate and raised his hand to create a shimmering, deep-blue portal. Through this portal, Caine entered the "Land Forgotten by the Gods," following the course of fate, and wandered directly to the summit of a mountain. There, a great cross stood, veiled in a faint, ever-present shadow. Klein gazed at the shadow for several seconds, sighed slightly, and bent down to pick up an ancient silver mirror that had been placed near the great cross. Then he turned and vanished into the land of the forsaken. Meanwhile, the "spirit insects" stationed at the source fortress automatically relayed the current location of the "Mysterious Queen" to him. Klein reached out, retrieved the "Lamp of Wishes" from among the clutter, and, leveraging its ownership relationship with Bernadette, undertook another journey—appearing on a relatively secluded island, within the city of Emerald. Bernadette was there, flipping through the latest illustrated volume published by Indis, when she suddenly noticed someone approaching and saw Germán Sparo hand her the "Lamp of Wishes." "Thank you," Klein said, his voice neither high nor low, quite ordinary. Bernadette gently parted her lips, as if about to say something, but at that instant, her gaze flashed—seeming to catch sight of something new, to foresee something—so she remained silent and reached out to take the Lamp of Wishes. Cain then produced an iron cigarette box, its surface bearing signs of corrosion: "This is my payment." Even without the Eyes of Revelation, Bernadette could sense the exceptional nature of the iron box—she could already guess what kind of erosion it had endured. Yet she did not accept it for that reason alone; rather, she suddenly felt no reason to refuse. She hesitated only briefly before calmly taking the iron cigarette box. If she had still been in that earlier, more frantic state, Cain would surely have smiled extravagantly and said, "Here, Uncle gives it to you—take it!" But now, he had only the faintest remnants of clarity, struggling to stay awake and utterly devoid of any urge to play the clown. After leaving the Emerald City of Bernadette, Caine made the most of his time, "roaming" to Beckland, and then to the home of Dr. Allen Cris. Willem Oncet, sitting among the toys, lifted his head to gaze at the figure of Daven Tanit, and suddenly began to weep, his sobs deep and powerful: "I finally feel that moment of convergence." The moment of convergence that would allow the singular nature of the "Fate" path to be embraced. Caine knelt down, speaking with a composed demeanor: "I've come specifically to help you embrace it. I will steal your childhood and youth, accelerating your growth so dramatically that you will instantly mature. Then, leveraging a presence that transcends sequence yet remains below the old age of the path, I will force you to accommodate the 'Dice of Probability.' Of course, this alone will not suffice—there must also be one instance of 'deception' and one strategic exploitation of a 'bug.' Willem Oncet's steady stream of tears abruptly ceased, and he murmured in astonishment: "So those two choices were, in fact, the same all along." Typically, the uniqueness of this path either comes inherently, or is facilitated by the presence of an ancient personality, or is achieved through a simplified ascension rite—there are no other possibilities. Clearly, Wil. Aonsaetin's "Serpent of Fate" lacks inherent uniqueness and must rely on one of the latter two options. Throughout his earlier career, his focus had been on simplified rites—waiting for a moment of destiny. Who would have thought that this very moment would arise precisely when Caine drew near to an ancient personality, essentially embodying the second approach. Reflecting on this, Wil. Aonsaetin, the otherwise warm and grounded young man, wept even more, feeling as though he had been deceived by fate. "Now, dispatch the half-deity of the Life School, 'The Dice of Probability,' immediately. Normally, given your fortune, 'The Dice of Probability' should already be at your side." Caine ignored Wil.'s tears. "Begin promptly—time is running short." Will paused, looked at Caine for a moment, and with a slightly choked voice said, "Alright, let's wait for the next opportunity. "With your current state, forcing me to contain you would be a significant strain—perhaps I'd lose control right then and there. I don't want to face that 'Master of Mysteries.' "Hmm, next time—I sense it will be better." Saying this, Will met Caine's eyes directly. "I sense the next opportunity will be better." Caine remained in that dreamlike state, his voice slightly softer. "Is this a prophecy?" Tears welled up in Will.昂赛汀's eyes. "No, this is a blessing." Caine nodded gently and stood up, slowly stepping backward. As he moved, his form grew increasingly faint until he disappeared entirely. Back in the 'Source Citadel,' he settled into the high-backed chair, allowing a gray-white mist to settle over his body. Surveying the room and confirming the state of each deep-red star, Kline leaned back against the chair cushion and slightly raised his right hand. This time, he did not create a dummy figure of "The World." Along both sides of the weathered long table, streaks of deep red light surged simultaneously, solidifying into the images of "The Hangover," "The Sun," "The Hermit," "The Magician," and other members of the Tarot. The sudden summoning clearly caught the expectations of Odile of "Justice" and others off guard, leaving them momentarily stunned and surprised. Although they had previously visited the kingdom of "The Fool" outside of weekday afternoons, those visits had always been prompted by specific reasons and had been known in advance—either through prior arrangements for small gatherings, or to escape the "Full Moon Rhapsody" or to receive treatment for psychological concerns of "The World." In short, this was their second time being summoned by "The Fool" without any prior notice, following the initial visit. This made even their most sluggish member perceive an atmosphere of unease, feel the air grow still. Reflecting on Mr. Germain Spalro's visit as "The World," and recalling the words spoken by the "Fool" about justice, the "Temperance" Audrey, the "Turner" Aljere, and the "Judge" Hugh all simultaneously felt the same thought arise: "Has it finally arrived?" Audrey instinctively turned her head toward the lowest end of the weathered long table, where now there was only empty space, no trace of a person. Though she had anticipated this, she still paused, overwhelmed by an uncontainable sadness. In her heart, the image of Germain Spalro, "The World," had long transformed from that of a mad adventurer and an exceptionally dangerous figure into one of a person who was outwardly composed yet deeply kind, strong in power, full of compassion, mysterious in origin, somewhat lonely, and burdened with many responsibilities—a true friend. She believed herself to be the most understanding of "The World" in the Tarot Circle, aside from "The Star" gentleman. Now, this friend seems to have suffered an unfortunate turn, leaving behind only an empty seat. The Tarot Circle has lost its first official member. Where has Klein gone? "The Star" Leonard suddenly feels uneasy. In this world, he has only one true friend with whom he can share his heart. When Klein unexpectedly appeared on the southern continent and dropped a coin into the church offering box, Leonard had already sensed a subtle foreboding—something suggesting that Klein was preparing to face the judgment of fate, one by one bidding farewell to the past. This was exactly like the moment in Tinggen when they had decided to step forward and face the Meghoese. The old man has been unusually silent lately... Has Klein truly met with an unforeseen event? At the level and stature of the Knight of Cups, as long as there was still an opportunity, he should have been able to be saved... Leonard's heart tightened, and he swiftly turned, directing his gaze toward the Knight of Cups seated at the very head of the weathered long table. The great being remained shrouded in gray-white mist, its current state indistinct. At that moment, the Lady of the Moon, Emlyn, the Knight of the Hermit, Galadriya, and the Sun, Deryck, also noticed the absence of the Lord of the World. With the suddenness of this gathering, they were struck by both surprise and confusion, uncertain about what had transpired, yet instinctively sensing that it was not a favorable development. As a newly appointed Master of Prophecy, Galadriya even felt that the Knight of Cups had, in fact, encountered some issue. Mr. World hadn't come... and hadn't mentioned it before. It seemed that Mr. Fool and his followers were now facing significant challenges, possibly enduring unfavorable events. Mr. Magician, Folth, was likewise agitated, feeling a strong fear born of the unpredictable changes. She had once thought that upon Mr. World's disappearance, she would finally breathe easier—but now, she felt the opposite: heavy, unsettled, even apprehensive. It was only then that she realized, without realizing it, Mr. World had become one of the major pillars of the Tarot deck, beyond Mr. Fool, offering a sense of reassurance simply by his presence. Of course, fear remained inevitable. As Mr. Justice, Odile, and others turned to face the weathered table, now at its head, the voice of the true Mr. Fool, Klein, spoke calmly: "This is a temporary gathering." Mr. Fool was weary—Mr. Justice Odile, sensing this, grew even more tense. She glanced around, as always, and stood up. When the Tarot Circle members rose in turn, Audrey gently lifted her skirt, and with a slight bow to the head of the weathered table, said, "Good afternoon, Sir 'The Fool'.