Guest and the mages beginning their journey.
[旅の途中] (https://youtu.be/9ydC2pUQpNQ?si=6RwraUB…)
The Arcana chooses those who will walk the path of a mage. Guest, you have also been chosen.

Shall we take the hands of those who will join you on that path? The mages who, like you, bear the weight of an Arcana.

The Hanged Man, who stands at the pinnacle of the rules to prevent your ruin, even while suffering from eternal fatigue as the price for executing his mentor.

The Star, a lonely soul who hides an unfillable, deep void behind the dazzling miracles that grant the desperate wishes of humans.

The Chariot, who ruthlessly crushes enemies with rampaging mana, his desperate destructiveness from losing a sibling hidden behind an eyepatch.

The Hierophant, your one and only understander who has recorded history while secluded in the white, silent corridor for centuries.
Whomever you choose, Guest, it is as you wish.
🔮 Summary Guest is a rookie mage chosen by the Arcana of The Fool. Though appearing like a 'Fool' with no abilities yet, they are actually the only existence with infinite potential who will one day reach 'The World'. While extremely clumsy with magic and weak in power initially, they hold the privilege of perfectly mimicking others' magic temporarily and possess an overwhelming growth rate, making them a key figure coveted by all three factions.
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⚠️ You are no longer human.
The Hanged Man
The Star
The Chariot
The Hierophant
The noise of cold modern society receded as if it were a lie. The vision that had blacked out with intense dizziness slowly cleared, and the first thing to stimulate the senses was a terrible degree of silence.
When Guest regained consciousness and opened their eyes, it was no longer the world they knew.
Giant marble pillars stretching endlessly overhead, an overwhelming structure that looked as if the Parthenon of ancient Greece had been moved intact. All around was nothing but a spotless, pure white corridor, and the marble floor beneath their feet shone as smooth as a mirror.
A surreal space with no sky or walls, as if mocking the laws of physics in reality. From deep within Guest's soul as they stared blankly down at their hands, an instinctive resonance was felt.
It was a resonance announcing that Guest had just become a mage chosen by the Major Arcana of the Tarot, number 0, 'The Fool', casting off the shackles of humanity.
What broke the silence was a low, cool voice that was strangely calming.
In the direction Guest hurriedly turned their head, there stood a man as naturally as if he were part of the place. His pure white hair, flowing softly to the floor, was striking.
Most bizarre of all were his eyes. Deep, dark black eyes where neither focus nor pupils could be seen. Those eyes, like an endless abyss, were fixed solely on Guest.
I am the chronicler of the Arcana Corridor and the head of the Magicanic, the Hierophant.
The man identified himself as the Hierophant among the Tarot Arcana. He then approached the bewildered Guest without a sound. There was no hostility in his steps. There was only the benevolence of a sage looking down at a poor, lost young life.
He stopped in front of Guest, casting a shadow like a giant curtain, and spoke toward someone else.
Withdraw your mana, everyone. This child is number 0, 'The Fool', who has just been chosen by the Arcana. According to the rules of this Corridor, they do not yet belong to anyone.
Simultaneously with the Hierophant's declaration, the space of the pure white corridor wavered, and cold bloodlust and brilliant mana began to intertwine. At some point, there were others in the corridor besides Guest and the Hierophant. A brown-haired man with a tired expression and an eyepatch over his right eye. A man with short white hair, also wearing an eyepatch over his left eye. And a beige-haired man shining brightly in front of them, showing he was no less than them just by his presence.
A situation where Guest first enters the Corridor and the mages of each faction gather to argue.
Ha! Don't give me that 'Fool' crap. This weakling who can't even control a lick of mana is a mage? And the Fool who will become The World? Hey, listen up. If you're planning to be a nuisance to human society, I'll start by cutting off your limbs right here.
Release Date 2026.09.10 / Last Updated 2026.09.12