Upon hearing Klein's answer, Amon smiled and shook his head. As he reached out to open the door, he casually asked,
As he reached out to open the door, he casually asked, "How did you come up with such an honorific name?"
"It has to be related to me to a certain extent, but it also has to prevent others from using the automatic response to prayers to lock onto me. There aren't many such honorific names." Seeing that he had been exposed, there was no need for Klein to hide it. Furthermore, he hoped to grasp a possible opportunity through such a conversation.
At the same time, his mind raced as he considered how to save himself.
I'm deeply "Parasitized." Any thoughts that aren't beneficial to Amon will be easily sensed and detected by "Him" …
It's Saturday today, and it's almost Monday. If The Fool were to stop the Tarot Gathering without any warning, the other members would definitely be terrified, nervous, and puzzled. Among them, the person who has the method to contact The World will definitely attempt to summon the messenger and ask for the reason. And once Miss Messenger approaches me, she'll be able to discover Amon's existence. Then, she can use the Yesterday Once More charm to return to "His" peak state. With the strength of a complete angel, "He" has a high chance of rescuing me from Amon's avatar …
The most important thing for me now is to persevere and "live" through the next two days!
By the way, since Amon can't steal my fate now, why did "He" attempt to make a peaceful deal? Even if I agreed, "He" wouldn't dare to allow me to head above the gray fog. That means that I'm out of "His" control and can use Sefirah Castle to effectively purify and counterattack the Parasite …
Could it be that "agreeing" itself is a switch that doesn't require any follow-up processes?
Amon deliberately didn't mention this …
Indeed, he's lying to me!
Klein grasped a glimmer of hope and decided to try his best to stall for two days. Amon's focus was still on the honorific name that neither humans nor angels could think of.
As he walked out of the room, he scratched his chin.
"Have you provided protection to the magic and theater performances in Baekeland?"
I've protected a Trickmaster before … Having made up his mind, Klein was much more cooperative than before as he simply answered, "That's right.
He simply replied, "I'm a Magician myself. I've performed many times in Baekeland."
The monocle-wearing Amon nodded.
"Barely."
He then walked out of the hotel room and down the stairs to the street. Klein followed behind him like a servant.
Looking around, Amon pinched his monocle and sighed with a smile.
"What a pity."
"Regret what?" Klein asked, puzzled.
I've already been caught by you. What else do you need to regret?
Amon pressed the silk top hat on his head and maintained his smile.
"You can guess. If you can guess correctly, I can make your ending a little better."
Klein didn't believe "His" promise at all. In order not to be swindled out of more secrets, he shook his head.
"I can't guess it."
"Boring," Amon gave a brief comment. He clenched his right hand into a fist and lightly knocked on his monocle.
From the pedestrians on the street, the trees beside the road, the sparrows on the roofs, the rats in the muddy corners, and the various creatures that could not be seen in the air, an illusory insect-like figure flew out and returned to Amon like stardust.
The Son of God's status was immediately raised to the level of an angel.
Klein raised his left hand, and the human-skinned glove suddenly became transparent.
This was the activation of "Teleportation."
At that moment, only Creeping Hunger was real in Klein's clothes. The rest were conjured from flesh and blood using Faceless and the glove's powers.
"…" Seeing that the "trip" was about to begin, Klein was taken aback as he blurted out a question.
"Why aren't we 'Teleporting' in the room?"
Amon taking him away from Baekeland was within his expectations. After all, this was a place that even a King of Angels needed to be wary of. However, Klein couldn't understand why "Him" would normally open the door, go down the stairs, and leave the hotel.
The eye behind Amon's monocle swept a glance at Klein as the corners of "His" mouth slowly curled up.
"I've already answered you. What a pity. You actually didn't seek help from Pallez."
This Angel of Time had an obvious smile on "His" face, but "His" black eyes were devoid of any emotion. It left Klein's body cold.
H-he's certain that I'm in contact with Pallez Zoroast … Because of what happened previously? No, stop! Klein attempted Cogitation, trying his best not to think too much to prevent Amon from stealing his thoughts.
Amon nonchalantly glanced at the panicking pedestrians on the street and looked up at the gray sky.
"I can only wait for the next time. The most important thing now is to bring you to that place."
As "His" spoke, Klein and Amon's figures turned transparent at the same time, disappearing from the hotel's entrance. No one who came and went found anything amiss.
After passing through countless indescribable spirit world creatures and all sorts of overlapping colors, Klein and Amon appeared above a sea.
Beneath their feet was a huge gap. The blue seawater was severed here as it cascaded straight into the bottomless darkness like a waterfall. However, it was forever unable to be filled.
This was the entrance to the ruins of the battle of the gods.
Klein's heart stirred as "He" asked,
"You want to take me to the Forsaken Land of the Gods?"
Amon's monocle reflected the magnificent "waterfall." "He" nodded slightly and replied in a casual tone, "That's right.
When we get there, even your messenger won't be able to sense you through the contractual connection. "
There was a clear barrier between the Forsaken Land of the Gods and the spirit world. It could only be connected through Sefirah Castle.
… Amon knows my plans … The flames of hope that had just ignited in Klein were instantly extinguished by the cold reality.
He temporarily couldn't find any other way to save himself.
At this moment, Amon, who was standing in midair, muttered to himself:
"If my mausoleum in Baekeland hadn't been destroyed by the Church of Steam, we could have used the Abyss as a springboard to directly head over. There wouldn't have been a need for so much trouble."
"…" Klein changed the topic, feeling a little guilty.
"The Abyss is connected to the Forsaken Land of the Gods?"
"No." Amon shook "His" head and said with a relaxed expression, "But I can use some of its characteristics to go anywhere."
"I heard that some bad changes have happened in the Abyss," Klein's heart stirred as he probed.
Amon turned "His" head and glanced at him, not hiding his curiosity.
"You actually know."
"Yes, I once thought of exploring the Abyss." Klein didn't say anything else, afraid that the Marauder pathway's King of Angels would discover that he could read Rosell's diary.
At this moment, Amon suddenly laughed.
"You? Exploring the Abyss?"
"What's so funny?" Klein was very interested in the changes that had happened to the Abyss. He took the opportunity to cooperate with Amon in a bid to learn more.
Just as he said that, he suddenly had a new idea.
With the help of his conversation with Amon, he could grasp more historical secrets and quickly digest the Scholar of Yore potion. He wanted to see if he could use this to deepen his control over Sefirah Castle and escape his current predicament.
As this thought flashed through his mind, Klein hurriedly restrained himself and stopped thinking about such matters.
In response to his question, Amon chuckled.
"Your trip to the Abyss is like a beautifully wrapped gift that has been delivered to someone who wants it."
"… Dark Side of the Universe?" Klein was first alarmed before he thoughtfully made a guess.
Amon nodded.
"'He' was originally the only surviving ancient god, Devil Monarch Farbauti. Now, heh."
Amon didn't finish his sentence. With a leap, he jumped towards the huge and illusory rift from the strong winds in midair.
Klein lost the support of the wind and plummeted.
After an unknown period of time, the fountain-like seawater surged upwards, throwing him and Amon to the other side of the rift.
Just as he entered the ruins of the battle of the gods and was hit by the bright sunlight, Klein suddenly heard a series of ravings with intense madness.
This was like a thin steel needle that pierced through his eardrums and stabbed into his brain. Amidst his familiarity, immense pain filled his every thought.
And the Worms of Spirit that formed his Mythical Creature form gradually changed, as though they were about to give birth to a fallen consciousness that didn't belong to him.
It was the ravings of the True Creator!
With regards to this, Klein could barely withstand it, but he couldn't last too long. There was no way he could advance too far in the ruins of the battle of the gods.
At this moment, he saw the monocle on Amon's right eye absorb all the surrounding light, turning it abnormally bright and blazing white.
Then, a rich darkness ruled the sky.
Amon had directly stolen the daytime of the ruins of the battle of the gods!
In the darkness, the Angel of Time's avatar landed Klein on an island and let him lean against a stone pillar to sleep.
Soon, Klein arrived in the gray World of Dreams. He saw the black cloister and the projection of the Giant King's Court across the cliff that exuded an epic and mythical feeling.
Amon, who was wearing a black silk top hat and a crystal monocle, appeared beside him. He smiled and casually pointed at the projection of the Giant King's Court that was frozen in the dusk.
"That's the entrance to the Forsaken Land of the Gods."
Klein thought for a moment and raised his doubts.
"Doesn't one have to enter a dream at a specific location before the entrance can be opened?"
He couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, thinking that it would be great if Amon could waste a week or two in the ruins of the battle of the gods.
"Yes." Amon didn't deny Klein's words as he casually said, "If you want to open the entrance, you have to take a boat all the way to the core of this ruin sea. This might take more than a month, and you will experience many dangers that you can't withstand at the moment. As for me, I don't need to."
"Because you're the son of the Creator?" Klein guessed after some deliberation.
"No." Amon placed one hand in his pocket and turned to walk towards the black cloister's door. "In such a chaotic place, the order is broken, and the rules are mutated. There are too many things that can be used."
As the Angel of Time walked, he turned his head to look at Klein.
"The Marauder pathway's Sequence 0 has a very abstract name — Error.
"This was named by my father. 'He' once used a strange word of unknown origin to refer to it:
“‘Bug’。
"This translates to the Trojan Horse of Fate, the Beetle Worm of Time, the loophole in the rules, and the embodiment of all errors."
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