Mystery: Chaos Path

Before reaching a conclusion about whether Mr. Red was truly a good person with a tough exterior, Klein first received his first commission:

Mr. Jurgen, the lawyer, lost his cat, Brody. Adhering to the principle of proximity, Mr. Jurgen and his grandmother, after seeing Klein's new advertisement in the newspaper under the name GG, contacted the nearest detective, Sherlock Moriarty, to commission him to find the cat. The reward, for the task itself, was quite generous.

Klein: … …

Although it wasn't quite the detective life he had imagined, Klein naturally wouldn't refuse this commission. He grabbed his cane and went out to find the cat.

"Well, so the so-called destiny, it really does exist…" Roland watched Klein leave, muttering to himself.

Klein's current residence wasn't the one from the original story. Although it wasn't too far from Mr. Jurgen's house, it was still two streets away. But unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, Mr. Jurgen still came to commission Klein to find his cat, just like in the original story.

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However, Roland wasn't too surprised by this. After all, Ince Zangwill's script, which wasn't too different from the original, and Hurricane Zhong Jiang's Qilingus's actions, which were almost identical to the original, were enough to show that there might really be a set destiny for this world's timeline.

"But obviously, fate isn't immutable, it just depends on whether you have the ability to change it. In fact, my Shadow of Time is similar to this. For the people from the past that I summon, they are also equal to knowing the script of destiny in advance, but most of them don't have the ability to change their own destiny…"

Roland thought to himself, tapping his fingers lightly on the balcony, gaining some understanding, "And from the perspective of the future, the present is actually a kind of past. Time for others is a river that cannot be stepped into twice, but for me, it has never been necessarily…"

"I really don't understand your bad taste. Do you really find it interesting to play this kind of childish game?" Medici's voice came from the side, as sarcastic as ever.

Roland turned his head to look at him, then hooked his lips and said, "Of course it's interesting, because I always remember that I'm just a mortal."

"Mortal? Ha!" Medici laughed as if he had heard a very funny joke. He looked Roland up and down, as if looking at a monster in human skin, and said mockingly:

"Frankly, you are less like a human than I, a born mythical creature. You are very similar to that fanatic, but you are better at using people's hearts than He is. You precisely dissect everyone you know, disintegrating them with interests, with warmth, or with something else, and then extracting everything you want from their hands."

Medici looked in the direction where Klein had left and continued, "Mortals don't treat everything as a game. Although they have many shortcomings, at least they will sincerely give their feelings to those they love. What about you, little monster, have you ever given your feelings to anyone in this world? Or are you treating all of this as a game, pursuing an ending that you want."

Roland blinked. It was as if he was looking at the person in front of him for the first time, looking at this Red Angel who had followed the Ancient Sun God to save the world and was once the most outstanding conspirator, and no longer simply treating the other party as a high-sequence tool person.

Then Roland smiled, a smile that was more radiant than ever. He said, "It was indeed the right decision to keep you by my side, Medici. You are really interesting."

"But you're wrong about one thing… even in a game… players will also give their true feelings." As Roland said this, he reached out and placed his hand in front of his eyes, as if blocking the sunlight, or as if trying to catch the sun. He then turned his head to look at Mr. Red, his smile receding slightly:

"You should be glad that, no matter what my essence is, at least I chose to be a mortal. I didn't choose to continue floating in the sky, but chose to come to this earth, to experience the so-called childish game you mentioned."

Medici didn't refute. His words just now were both his true view of Roland and a kind of test, testing what kind of attitude Roland had towards this world and towards his so-called friends, testing whether he really thought he was a mortal, or whether he was very clear about his essence and was just seriously playing the game.

And the result… Medici looked at the young man with blond hair and blue eyes in front of him, gritted his teeth, and still couldn't help but say, "Is the emotion you call friendship just treating your friends like fools?"

"Not fools." Roland shook his head. At this moment, he even showed a puzzled expression, looking at Medici and saying, "Would you reveal everything to your friends?"

Medici was stunned for a moment, unable to answer, because he wouldn't reveal everything in front of his friends either.

"Yes, so you have never revealed everything in front of your friends." Roland laughed. He then patted Medici on the shoulder and said:

"And coincidentally, my good friend has never revealed everything to me either. I use this false identity to deceive him, and he also uses a false identity to deceive me. This is fair, isn't it?"

This obviously involved some information blind spots that Medici didn't know.

Roland continued, "But I didn't expect that you, Little Red, are actually an unexpectedly innocent派? Oh my god, when you fall in love in the future, you won't ask your girlfriend if she loves your face, your sequence, or you as a person, right?" The last sentence was obviously a mockery.

Medici's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "I'm not that bored."

"Really? I don't believe it." Roland showed a playful expression.

Medici: Not playful.

Roland then shook his head and said with sincere emotion, "No wonder you can hang out with the Angel of Destiny, Uroboros. In a sense, you are as pure as He is."

Hardened, the fist hardened!

"Ha!" Perhaps because he was too angry, Medici couldn't help but laugh at this moment, but his laughter was relatively cold.

"But I'm different from you innocent派. I never care about why emotions arise. Deception is fine, exploitation is fine, I never care about these. I am originally a person in chaos, and there are no pure emotions in chaos."

No mistake, one first, one hair, one inside, one content, one in, one one look!

Roland's tone suddenly changed. He patted Medici on the shoulder again and said, "Of course, I don't refute your words. I do treat this world as a game, but if you can make me give enough emotions, all of this can also be reality for me."

He smiled, a smile that was sunny and radiant, and said, "So, want to be friends with me?"

Medici understood his unspoken meaning—enough friends, enough emotions, enough anchors to firmly fix him, who might float into the sky, to the ground.

And he, who was completely fixed on the ground, naturally wouldn't smash the game at the slightest disagreement and perish together with the world.

"…You madman!" After a moment of silence, Medici suddenly cursed.

"Ah, right, right, right!" Roland knew why he was cursing. Just as he knew that Medici wouldn't give a refusal—not because his personal charm was so great, but because the Creator's camp would want him to stay on the ground more than he himself would.