In a hotel in the Baekeland Bridge area.
Apart from the fact that his thoughts still belonged to him, Klein couldn't control anything else. Even his eyeballs couldn't move.
He knew very well that this was likely a deeper level of "parasitism."
In such a state, he could only look ahead with fear and despair. He watched as "Enuni" — who had worn a monocle and had transformed into Amon's original appearance — smiled and took a counterclockwise step. He then opened his mouth and muttered in fluent Mandarin, "Enuni, Enuni.
He chanted in fluent Chinese, "The Celestial Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."
… Did "He" steal my thoughts or my Chinese abilities … It should be the former. Otherwise, there's no way for "He" to grasp this ritual … Klein's pupils couldn't dilate as he watched. He felt an unprecedented sense of anxiety.
The monocle-wearing Amon seemed to sense his emotions. "He" turned his head to glance at him and smiled. "He" took another step counterclockwise and chanted in Chinese:
"The Celestial Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."
Following that, the Blasphemer skillfully carried out the ritual. Every step he took and every incantation he recited made Klein's heart sink deeper and deeper into the dark swamp. It was as though he could no longer see the slightest glimmer of light.
"… The Celestial Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."
When Amon took the final step and recited the final incantation, an endless grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of Klein's eyes. Pleas sounded in his ears.
Without needing to listen carefully, his spiritual perception stirred and he understood what it meant.
After advancing to Scholar of Yore, he had basic control over Sefirah Castle. No matter who it was, regardless of whether they had grasped the correct ritual or the corresponding incantation, they had to obtain his permission to enter the world above the gray fog!
Reject "Him"! Klein was immediately delighted as a clear thought surfaced in his mind.
However, just as he had this thought, he forgot it. He stood there like a statue carved from stone.
His intention to reject had been stolen by Amon.
"…" Klein once again felt despair, but the grayish-white fog in front of him and the prayers in his ears didn't disappear.
"…" Klein was first taken aback before he understood what was going on.
I understand! I have to personally head above the gray fog and control Sefirah Castle. Only then can Amon enter! There was no such thing as acquiescence!
This thought was like a straw that Klein grabbed without hesitation, lest he sank into the water silently and coldly without anyone knowing.
Although he did not know how to make use of this matter, his intuition told him that the only hope and the slightest possibility might be hidden in this.
At this time, Amon stopped trying and looked at Klein.
Clearly, "He" failed to successfully enter Sefirah Castle.
The Angel of Time adjusted the monocle on his right eye and smiled without any change in expression.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, your idea of saving yourself is very interesting."
Amon used the standard Rouen language, but every word seemed to be able to mobilize the power of nature, creating rounds of "explosions" in Klein's mind.
… How can he be sure that I'm The Fool and not the Blessed of The Fool … Klein's body and mind turned cold as the hope that had just surfaced sank into the water once again.
"How can I be sure?" Amon made a "tsk" sound and sat down on the chair he was sitting on. He pointed at the round stool opposite him and said, "Have a seat. Don't stand on ceremony."
As soon as he finished speaking, Klein involuntarily took a step forward and sat on the round stool.
Amon surveyed the room, raised his hand, and grabbed Klein's black silk top hat. He wore it on his head and said with a smile, "That's right, Klein's right.
"Do you think I don't know that the ritual just now failed?
How long has it been since Sefirah Castle's anomaly? How can I forget?
"I just wanted to see your reaction, and your subconscious despair and instinctive rejection are very interesting. If you aren't the self-proclaimed Fool, how could you have such thoughts?
"Dear Mr. Fool, am I right?"
In the process of making four consecutive rhetorical questions, Amon's expression was rather joyful, like an old hunter who had caught a fox's tail.
… I've been deceived … Klein finally realized why Mika wasn't disappointed in the slightest.
He subconsciously wanted to deny it, but after thinking for a while, he calmly opened his mouth and said,
"Just kill me."
Eh … I can speak now? Klein hurriedly tried to control his body, but it was impossible.
In the next second, he was prepared to recite the honorific name of the Evernight Goddess, but he immediately lost this thought.
The thin-faced Blasphemer Amon pressed down on the monocle on his right eye and maintained his excited state.
"That way, you can be reborn in Sefirah Castle?"
… The more I talk to this fellow, the more mistakes I make … Klein shut his mouth tightly and didn't say another word.
Upon seeing this, Amon smiled and shook his head.
"There's no need to be so afraid. Actually, there's no irreconcilable conflict between us."
Uh … Klein, who was sitting on the round stool like a puppet, was stunned for a moment without responding.
Amon leaned forward slightly and looked into his eyes before continuing with a smile.
"Our only conflict is Sefirah Castle.
"However, do you really wish to shoulder that fate? Are you really not worried that the original owner of Sefirah Castle will revive in you?"
"…" This sentence hit the point that Klein was most concerned about. He was momentarily at a loss for words.
Amon pinched the crystal monocle and didn't press Klein for an answer. Instead, he smiled and said,
He smiled and said, "Give Sefirah Castle to me, and all the problems will be resolved.
"That way, whether the original owner of Sefirah Castle can be revived or if the corresponding fate can be withstood will be something I need to worry about, not you.
"Also, the pursuit of Door and Little Zaratul, the gift of Evernight, and the subsequent arrangements of my paranoid brother will be left to me to worry about in your place.
"As for you, escape all of this and become a Sequence 3 that only belongs to you.
"Heh, why should I kill you? What's the need for me to kill a Sequence 3? Even if I want to reclaim the characteristic, it's not essential. My prey will only be Pallez, Little Zaratul, and the Door. The rest will depend on my mood.
"As for the organization you established, I can also maintain it on your behalf. It's very interesting, very interesting.
"If you think this price isn't enough, I can make you my Blessed. Heh heh, didn't you pretend that The Fool is the Angel of Time, Amon, in the City of Silver? In the future, it can become real. I'll lead them out of the Forsaken Land of the Gods and see the light outside.
"When the time comes, you still have a chance to advance to Sequence 2 and become an angel."
… This … This is basically taking over all my worries and difficulties, leaving only the benefits … Klein, who didn't have much desire to become a true god and control Sefirah Castle, felt his heart palpitate when he heard this. If he didn't know that Amon was a top swindler, he would have agreed on the spot. But in the end, he said expressionlessly, "Kill me."
"That's all you know?"
"Is that all you know how to say?" Amon wasn't angry. Instead, he looked at Klein with interest.
To "Him," this was something that was fun enough. It was completely understandable that he would encounter difficulties during the process. They would only make the joy after success even better.
I'm just a heartless repeater … Klein used a lampoon to ease the pessimism and despair in his heart.
Instead of answering, he asked, "How do you know that the City of Silver believes that The Fool is you?"
He didn't dare to say that the City of Silver still suspected that The Fool was the deity that Amon believed in, afraid that he would infuriate him.
Of course, if Amon was the kind of person who would lose his intelligence after being infuriated, Klein would definitely attempt to do so. This was because he now suspected that after gaining initial control of Sefirah Castle, his rebirth after death would be above the gray fog. Unfortunately, Amon wasn't a King of Angels of the Storm pathway, but the God of Deceit that gave a true god a headache in the Fourth Epoch.
Amon chuckled and said,
"Do you think I only have two avatars in the City of Silver? Since you, The Fool, and The Hanging Man, have interfered, I'm happy to watch quietly by the side. "
… The City of Silver still has Amon's avatars … Who will he Parasitize … Yes, the members of the Giant King's Court exploration team weren't "Parasitized." That's something that can be confirmed … As Klein tensed up, he felt that it was only natural. This was because Leonard had once told him that seeing one Amon meant that there was a bunch of Amon lurking around, not just two or three.
Without thinking too much about it, Klein tried his best to take the initiative and create an opportunity.
"You didn't directly snatch my fate because you can't bear it now?"
Amon nodded calmly.
"Yes, that's why I wanted to make a deal with you peacefully.
"But since you rejected it, I can only take you to see my true body, to a sufficiently safe place. Then, I'll take away your fate. When that happens, your outcome won't be as good as what I just said."
As he spoke, the man with black hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face slowly stood up and walked to the door. Klein stood up and followed behind like a puppet.
As he reached out to open the door, Amon seemed to think of a question. He pressed down on the crystal monocle and turned his body to look at Klein.
"What's the fourth honorific name of your Scholar of Yore?"
In mysticism, the corresponding honorific name of every existence wasn't that strict. As long as one could use the correct format and a certain description to narrow down the scope to the point of no ambiguity, it could point to the corresponding hidden existence. This was also the reason why many cultists who didn't know anything about mysticism could randomly fabricate honorific names, but still receive feedback.
Of course, if it wasn't an honorific name given by a hidden existence, there was no way to enjoy the "Automatic Response" treatment. Whether a connection could be established depended on the existence's interest in the supplicant.
Amon had previously used his understanding of Scholar of Yore and German Sparrow to accurately restore the complete honorific name of German Sparrow through the powers of Sequence 7 Cryptologist of the Marauder pathway. However, he didn't attempt to pray and use "Automatic Response" to establish a connection and lock onto the other party's location. This was because his godhood intuition told him that there was a problem with the fourth sentence and that it would definitely fail.
The correct fourth honorific name flashed across Klein's mind, but he didn't plan on telling "Him."
At this moment, Amon opened "His" mouth and recited his thoughts:
"Protector of Baekeland's magic and theatrical performances …"
After the Angel of Time and Blasphemer finished reciting, he didn't say a word for a few seconds.
Then, he laughed heartily.
After he finished laughing, Amon nudged the monocle on "His" right eye and smiled.
"To be frank, this is very interesting.
"Are you really not considering becoming my Blessed?"
Klein opened "His" mouth and said the familiar answer:
"Just kill me."
PS: Recommending a book, Initial Evolution. Ying Dang's Infinite Flow after Many Years of Making a Comeback, the third book of the Evolution Trilogy. The battle scenes are excellent, the power system is interesting, and the character's intelligence is online. Currently, it's gradually entering an optimal state.
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