The White Tower of the Lord of the Mysteries

While Mr. Fool struggles for the throne of the Fool above the Sefirah Castle, another silent act of “reading” quietly begins beneath the same gray fog.

I transmigrated here and unexpectedly took the place of a Reader under the Chained God.

In this power system built on secrets, history, and knowledge, every step toward advancement requires interpreting the world’s “text,” from traces left at ritual sites to metaphors in ancient documents, and finally the truths behind the curtain of history.

I know the future and countless secrets. I can even “read” the ripples of fate that Zhou Mingrui has yet to notice. But I know even better that the end of this pathway holds far more than simple “omniscience.”

As the Fool’s Tarot Club begins to gather, I, too, choose to walk in the shadows of knowledge and history. While “reading” the world, I must tread with extreme caution, lest some even more ancient being “read” the greatest secret of all: that I am a stranger from another world.