Second-Playthrough God of Poverty [Lord of the Mysteries]

Klein, who spends his days at the Eye of Dawn Hospital elbowing the Heavenly Venerable and taking turns pushing each other's coffin lids shut, happens to catch the eye of a passing great elder of long standing.

When he opens his eyes again, he realizes all his work in the previous version was for nothing.

He has to rebuild the Tarot Club and the Church,

and the expenses make Mr. Fool see black, again and again.

But being able to see familiar people return and make up for past regrets makes it worthwhile.

"Of course, the most important thing is that, with my authority strengthened, I can accurately pull sane Historical Projections out of the cracks in time. It's absolutely amazing!"

When Amon tries to steal the Sefirah Castle again, he has barely climbed up before he sees the Lord of the Mysteries holding a monocle, along with his own long-dead father, wearing a gentle smile.

Amon's face goes ashen. It all feels like a dream, and then some sort of supernova hits him right in the face.

After spending a tiny fortune, Klein finally gets things under control.

But looking at the whole crowd of little radish heads on the Sefirah Castle, he can't help wondering if something went wrong with his people-rescuing operation.

"Red Angel over there, stop cosplaying as Nezha with three heads and six arms. You only have three mouths!"

"True Creator over there, you're still a baby! You can't have vodka for breakfast!"

When he sees a chibi Amon flapping his little wings and playing Cupid, Mr. Fool feels like he's wasted his second run too.

Isn't something wrong with this plot? Why does it still feel like all of this is giving me a stomachache?

Theme: Smiles never disappear, they just move elsewhere