The God of Jesters
Chapter 611 - 9.13.5 An old past.

Chapter 611: 9.13.5 An old past.

"Old friend, " I said, looking at the man who didn’t seem to understand me at all. But I did feel that he understood me, my state, and my subsequent end.

"Where is the rest of you? This can’t be it, can it?" He wondered, probably thinking of me hiding in the dream world, but I couldn’t say much, all I did was happily look at a long-lost friend who came to help me.

But the big rat on his shoulder swiped at me. "No." My friend spoke, taking my body away from the cat’s reach. "You shouldn’t kill him, Sir Catto." Spoke to my friend, but it would seem the evil cat turned deaf, as it jumped from his shoulder and climbed onto his arm to end my life.

But again, my friend saved me. "This thing, it’s no longer a threat, he won’t pose a danger to any of us." He spoke slowly in cases of me in a bone prison that grew out of Farhad’s hand. Startling the people who still had some attention on me, as they spoke in a language I had long deleted from my mind during my progress through these fake worlds.

’Annoying.’ I thought, exploding in a curse that suddenly caused the shouting ment to cry in pain, some of them even running away from the scene as my friend, seeing this panicked, before bursting into something hot thing into my face, cutting me from the curse.

And then, he shouted to these men, while lifting me, he shouted in a language I don’t know causing these men to calm down and recover from the pain they just experienced.

After calming these men, my friend took me away from the scene along with the evil cat and then when we were alone, he asked in some anger. "Are you stupid?" He questioned, though the most I could do was tilt my head in confusion.

Why is he calling me an idiot? Doesn’t he know the fastest way is to destroy? Sadly, I can’t speak, I can even leave this body anymore. As if I did, nothing would be left of me, oblivion would claim me.

"You can’t speak... your state is deteriorating." Farhad looked at his old friend or part of his friend. Although he knew that his friend had a habit of creating clones and fooling people, it felt different this time. Something was lacking in this friend of his. The vitality did seem abundant for a rat, but it still felt somewhat disjointed, as if the being that piloted the boy would disappear soon enough.

’So weak.’ He wondered, confused before recalling the curse from before. ’Is that the cause?’ He wondered, before shaking his head. ’No, he asked me to come here for help.’ And then Farhad mixed and matched the information he had at hand while keeping Sir Catto away from Jester, which was easier than he expected.

For some reason, this godly cat that the First Knight showed respect to couldn’t even break the bone cage built by him. Though knowing that he was going off the topic Farhad went back to look at Jester, whose eyes were turning droopier by the minute.

"His end is coming soon." This seemed to be inevitable, but there was not much sadness in Farhad’s head. "I can’t even talk with him." Taking the small cage away from Sir Catto who seemed to be playing with it. He asked. "Sir Catto, please hurry... I have to leave from here as fast as possible." He spoke, looking at the cat, which pointed its finger at the rat and wrote. "Kill him first." using its paws,

"I can’t..." Farhad spoke till this point before going silent. How to explain that he came here for this friend of his? "He won’t be an issue, I promise." Farhad vouched with pleading eyes. Explaining how his bone cage can kill the rat as long as Farhad wills it.

Finally earning some trust from the Cat that climbed on his shoulder before starting to explain what he had to do.

Which he did in a matter of minutes, finding the lost talisman that resulted in the boy’s death. A talisman that will go on to be the foundation of a great Exorcist Family in the future. But such details, Farhad was not interested in. "Let’s get there as fast as I can." He spoke, finally entering a bit deeper into the world.

Unaware that not too far from him, as this world reset to its original state, a figure cloaked in pure red walked into it again. Though this figure was not part of this reality, he remained ’lost’ like a traveler, watching the great reset happen. ’What a wonderful place.’ The figure’s monochromatic eye shined in different colors, unraveling the very nature of this place and then finding the oddities that were missed by normal beings.

"A little collapse, it won’t be long before I reach my end.’ The figure spoke, and walked a step further, disappearing into the hole that Farhad’s departure left.

Though unlike Farhad who appeared in a new world, this figure found himself in a small fleshy tunnel, one he had seen countless times by now. "Enough... I have to take in some breath." Speaking of such words, the figure took out a blade that shone with golden light and then stabbed it into his heart, temporarily parting the very essence of his body into bizarre pieces, one among which was in dark red color that slowly was being consumed by the empty void.

The man grabbed it with his physical hand, and then, using his other eye, he divided the darkness out of the red orb before throwing it toward the flesh walls.

"Oh... This is good." Rosso spoke, his body returning to its original state while not suffering from any backlash of the curses he should have suffered.

No, it would be more appropriate to say that he had cut away the backlash from his body using the cursed Knife he obtained on that pirate island. ’But I would need to charge it again... more sacrifices are needed.’ This very Knife became the foundation of his subsequent actions in this place.

It’s a broken tool as well as a weapon in his eyes.

Depending on the will of the victim and the strength of the wielder, this knife can temporarily sever the aspects of an individual into different parts. Which Rosso used to severe the backlash from his curse of Isolation.

It was the curse that hid him from the rules of this world, but it also put a heavy strain on his body. Not to mention, the nonstop use of the Eye of Melancholy and Insight to unravel and look deeper into the structure of this world also brought a heavy burden, which was the dark part slowly corrupting his body.

"Truly a wonderful tool," Farhad spoke, stabbing it right into the Voodoo master’s head which had shrunken down and leaked some black liquid from time to time. "I need to move... My creator might not have much time left." For how long he had been here? Rosso can’t say for certain. To him, it felt like a year of jumping from one world to another, and if not for the paths that he could see using the combination of eye insight and melancholy, it would have been much harder.

Even then, if he hadn’t practiced how to adapt to the forbidden environment through that weird suggestion in his head while in Dragon’s Paradise, things would have been much worse.

’Let this place accept you..., or hide from this place entirely.’ That’s what Rosso did. The first option was not possible for him in the current state, he was just too weak and insignificant, and if there was a will in this domain, it wouldn’t accept him without Rosso understanding this place.

Meaning, he had only 2nd option left. ’This place makes me realize one thing.’ He spoke, stepping forward and finding a new entrance. ’My creator, he expected I might end up here.’ It was an absurd thing to say considering he had been sent on a long journey to look for Malidi on his own.

If his Creator knew that he would end up here, then why didn’t he leave this information in his head from the start?

’I can’t understand him sometimes.’ What kind of creation was he? Even Rosso didn’t understand at this point.

It felt wrong for some reason as if he shouldn’t exist for breaking the very reasoning of this world. ’Well, this just shows how great my Creator is.’ Jester started as the soul of a mortal, how great has he risen to even predict so much far into his life?

And it would be doing this world a disservice if he at least didn’t save this being from utter annihilation. ’I wonder how he would react once I do save him.’ It was with such dreams that Rosso followed into the world and came across something far different than he had seen before.

"This is... present day?" He wondered, looking around and coming across a battlefield. And not too far from him, there was another figure standing like a statue. "Huh?" In Rosso’s eyes, most of the world appeared blurry, signifying its fakeness, but this man as well as his small companions, appeared real, including the small caged rat on his hand.

"Someone real?" Rosso wondered, but he didn’t do much, just staying in his place for the moment he got out of Curse of Isolation, this world would try to integrate him into the scenario once again, which he couldn’t afford.

’So I had been following them?’ He wondered, getting closer and wondering why they were stopped in their place.

Well, that was the case until he saw something odd. ’There is activity.’ There was a mound of corpses through which a small spirit climbed out, ignorant of the dangers of the sun, before burning and hiding again.

Though that was it, nothing more happened there besides this.

"This is..." The rat, on the other hand, looked at the scene, suddenly feeling nostalgic. "This is you, isn’t it?" Farhad can’t forget Jester no matter how much he tried, the figure he saw not too long ago felt the same as the boy from his memories. The boy that turned into a monster. "This is when you originally came to this world." Spoke Farhad, before turning to the Cat that was perched on his shoulder. "You brought me here for a reason, didn’t you?"