Inside Sefirah Castle, Atlas regained all of his memories, including those of the novel. He was now certain that his amnesia was a form of self-protection.

Atlas realized his connection to the River of Eternal Darkness was almost similar to Sefirah Castle. However, Atlas felt like beating the person who transmigrated him here. Unlike Klein, who could use Sefirah Castle as a cheat, he almost died from it!

Atlas bitterly smiled before standing up and bowing before the "Great Existence"—the great existence in scamming, that is.

"Honorable Mr. Fool, thank you for your intervention."

If it weren't for Klein intervening, him going insane for a few hours would have been the best outcome; the worst would have been him turning into a monster and slaughtering everyone.

Thinking about his butler, Atlas had a small smile on his face. He could feel that the butler genuinely loved him, no matter what he did. The loyalty emanating from him almost made Atlas shed a tear.

Most butlers would try to scam new and gullible heirs and rob them, but his memories indicated that his butler did no such thing. Instead, he helped him fire those "shark" employees and taught him a lot about finance.

Atlas's butler was also a family butler; his father had been a butler, and his grandfather had been one too. The best thing about him was that when Atlas first ascended the throne, his butler refused his wages. Atlas almost had to beg him to finally make him accept them. His loyalty reminded him of another loyal butler.

Atlas then broke off his thoughts, focusing his attention on Klein, pondering what actions the "scammer god" would take.

Klein ignored Atlas's gratitude, as if to say, ‘This is a trivial matter for me.’ He then asked in a mysterious voice: “How do you know my name?”

At this point, even Klein was confused. He had only created his name a few days ago, but somehow this young man discovered it. Klein was puzzled by how this child knew his name—he looked no younger than twenty, indicating that he wasn't an old monster. Klein was perplexed by his knowledge!

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Atlas had already thought of an answer to this question. "Honorable Existence above the grey fog, your honorific name was passed down in my family. My family's ancestor once made a prophecy that an otherworldly existence would cross over and bring the family back to glory. His prophecy also dictated that one of his descendants would guide this trapped existence and ascend with him. He never told us when we had to recite his name, only that fate would guide us."

He paused to take a breath before continuing:

“Generations of our family have tried your honorific name, but to no avail. Today, I was starting to lose control. I tried all the gods that existed, but they did not care for my existence. So, I decided to use your name in hopes of relief.”

Klein was stumped by this answer. He came up with several conclusions, but none of them were valid. He wondered who had predicted his arrival: Was it a god or a transmigrator like him?

Klein was silent for a few minutes, pondering whether he should invite this man to the tarot gathering before making a decision.

“There are two others like you. They conduct regular gatherings for formula trading, material sales, information exchange, and task commissions.”

Klein took a pause, seemingly to draw attention, then continued:

“I’m a Fool who likes equivalent exchange. You can use your mysticism knowledge to trade with me or others.”

“So, do you accept?”

Atlas bowed. “It is my honor!”

Klein then added: “Every Monday at three in the afternoon, free from interference.”

He silently thought for a bit before adding, “They decided to use Tarot Cards for their codenames. You should choose one.”

A set of Tarot Cards appeared before Atlas. Outwardly, he maintained a posture of reverence, respect, and gratitude. Inwardly, however, he was excited to the core.

Although the Tarot Club was weak in the beginning, it would grow to become a powerhouse that would have access to different channels and resources.

“Let fate choose for me,” Atlas whispered in his mind. He picked a seemingly ordinary card from the scattered cards. He drew:

“Death.”

The seemingly ordinary card turned out to be terrifying. Atlas, who had once been crazed with tarot cards, knew that ‘Death’ was a misunderstood card. It actually represented the end of a significant phase in life and the opportunity to let go of the past and make room for something new.

The symbol on Atlas's chair activated. A skull started manifesting with feathers pointing outward, depicting the endpoint of all fate and the bearing of new life.

The Fool soon announced, “You are Death. Remember the meeting time. You may go back.”

After sending Atlas back, Klein did not immediately return. He instead performed a dream divination to see if ‘Death’ was friendly.

The divination results were unexpected, to say the least. It revealed that ‘Death’ would help him in ways he wasn't able to divine yet.

Atlas woke up and found himself in a contorted position. His body was covered with sweat, and his pajamas were soaked.

He was grateful to Klein for saving him and decided to repay his favor. Today was Monday, and he would have to attend the Tarot Club for the first time.

Atlas was excited at the prospect of this. He had a sneaking suspicion that his madness was due to a curse. A curse originating from his bloodline. This theory came from the fact that he had not consumed a potion, interacted with any sealed artifact, nor had he encountered an evil god, and he did not think he was born a half-beyonder.