Most of the places in the Forsaken Land of the Gods didn't have paths in the normal sense, but it wasn't considered difficult to traverse. This was because there were large swathes of desolate wilderness. Darkness was the main color.
In the wilderness, there were occasionally plants that grew tenaciously. They were in strange shapes and extremely distorted. Klein had no way of identifying the original form of these things.
Around him, in places where the lantern's light couldn't illuminate, the darkness seemed to have a life of its own. It was as though it was silently squirming as though it wanted to devour everything it covered.
As a Scholar of Yore, Klein only needed to use the corner of his eye to see Spirit Body Threads extending out from the surrounding darkness. They were illusory, dense, and countless, indicating that there were many monsters lurking in the darkness.
These monsters were extremely silent as they watched Amon, who was dressed like an ancient mage, and Klein, who was dressed like a modern gentleman. They watched as they walked through the desolate wilderness under the dim yellow light.
Klein looked ahead as he casually held the leather lantern, not worried that it would extinguish at any moment.
When he and Amon were about to leave the wilderness and enter the hills, a deformed monster with two heads and five arms suddenly trembled in the darkness diagonally behind them.
It had already become Klein's marionette.
Controlling Spirit Body Threads was silent to begin with, and the distance didn't exceed five hundred meters.
In the next second, the monster fell to the ground and lost its life.
Walking to Klein's left, Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat, smiled. He raised his right arm and opened his palm, revealing an item.
It was a transparent maggot with three-dimensional patterns.
Worm of Spirit!
This was something that Amon had stolen from the marionette along with the Spirit Body Threads.
Without waiting for Klein to say a word, Amon leisurely curled his fingers into a fist and crushed the transparent maggot.
Klein immediately felt a pain that came from the depths of his soul as though his head was about to split open.
Thankfully, he had previously created Yesterday Once More charms and Control Spirit Bullets, so he was already used to this feeling. He only twisted his face and didn't lose his composure.
Amon maintained his smile and flicked his palm.
"You're too reserved. You can be more bold."
Klein, who had already recovered from the pain, raised his hand to rub his temples. He felt exhausted, and every Worm of Spirit was calling for him to rest.
While being chased by Zaratul, Klein had expended most of the spirituality he had borrowed from his past self. Subsequently, he had to constantly "Teleport" and use Angel's Embrace to erase his traces. He was already close to his limits.
After he returned to the safe zone, he had planned on going above the gray fog to check the surroundings before entering a deep slumber to recover his energy. However, he ended up encountering Amon's ambush and was "parasitized." He had been tormented all the way to the Forsaken Land of the Gods. If not for the perilous situation squeezing his potential, he would've fallen into a deep slumber or showed signs of losing control.
If not for him being in a perilous situation that had squeezed his potential, he of God.
He believed that Amon would satisfy his request. This was because the more he tried his best to escape, the more it satisfied the God of Mischief's desire to seek pleasure.
"Alright." Amon's monocle turned slightly and said to the side of the hill, "There's a place to rest there. We'll be there soon. Of course, I don't mind if you want to sleep in the wilderness. I just feel that you humans might prefer a place that provides a sense of security."
"Let's go there." Klein wanted to directly control the lantern's flames to complete the leap, but his dried up spirituality stopped him. He could only follow Amon and rely on his feet to move forward.
On the way, Klein said to Amon with the mentality of asking more questions to understand more, "That's right.
"Why don't you steal the distance and reach the destination directly?"
Amon turned his head and glanced at Klein with his right eye wearing a crystal monocle. The corners of his mouth curled up.
"I'm not the one who wants to rest."
"…" Klein shut his mouth and quietly walked forward.
After about a dozen flashes of lightning, Amon raised his hand and pointed diagonally ahead.
"We're here."
In the shadow of the hill less than a hundred meters away, there were a few half-built buildings that resembled steeples. The surrounding ground protruded with more than ten gigantic stone pillars that were only as tall as Klein's knees. A small amount of weeds grew out from the gaps between them, their tips dark red like blood.
"Was there someone living here in the past?" Klein rubbed his temples and asked.
Amon used the second joint of his right index finger to press against the edge of the monocle and said with a smile, "This was originally a very large city.
"This was originally a very large city. When the Cataclysm came, the earth split open and the entire city was swallowed up. This is the only proof that it once existed."
The destruction of civilization … Such a thought suddenly surfaced in Klein's mind as he sped up and arrived at his destination amid the strange weeds.
After entering a half-collapsed building, Klein instinctively surveyed the area and observed the place.
On the grayish-white stone walls that had cracks on them, there were murals that had been eroded by time for thousands of years. They had long become blurry, and one could only vaguely tell that the people of this city took pride in entering heaven after death.
Klein adjusted his breathing and threw away the leather lantern in his hand. He leaned against a thick stone pillar and forcefully visualized stacked spheres of light.
He didn't care about the dangers of sleeping in such an environment in such a place.
Let the danger be more intense! Before falling asleep, Klein shouted inwardly.
Amon, who was wearing a classic mage robe, glanced at him and casually sat beside him before snapping his fingers.
In the leather lantern, the candle that was about to burn out stopped melting, but the dim yellow light continued to radiate.
It could only last for a few more minutes, but it seemed like it could last for a few hours or even a few days.
It was like a mistake, a mistake that went against the laws of nature.
After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Klein finally recovered his energy and woke up to Miss Magicians's prayers.
With regards to this, he temporarily couldn't respond. He closed his eyes and pretended that he was still in a dream.
Without being in a deep "Parasitic" state, Amon shouldn't be able to monitor my thoughts. He can only tell if my current thoughts are harmful to "Him" … Klein's heart stirred as he quietly summoned the grayish-white fog.
From the Historical Void, he borrowed a state from his past self. It wasn't a state that directly targeted his escape.
That was the state he was in when his mind island was invaded by Hvin Rambis.
This attempt wasn't stopped or stolen.
With this state and his unique ability to remain lucid in a dream and mind World that had been invaded, Klein split off a portion of his self-awareness. He stayed in the spirituality sky and calmly looked down at the island of consciousness.
He began to examine his mind to see if there were any abnormal or parasitic thoughts in it.
After a series of strict analysis, Klein confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his mind World.
In other words, even if Amon still had a Worm of Time in his body, it was a shallow "Parasitic" that couldn't monitor his thoughts.
After finding such a "safe zone," Klein could finally release his suppressed thoughts. He analyzed his current encounter and considered how to save himself.
Amon is the God of Mischief and also the God of Deceit. It's impossible for "He" to play this game purely for pleasure … If "He" really wants to do so, "He" can wait until "He" rendezvous with "His" true body and steal my fate. "He" will obtain Sefirah Castle before making an attempt. That way, even if an accident happens, "His" main goal would have been achieved. "He" wouldn't have lost anything …
What's "His" hidden goal in this matter? If I can grasp the crux of the matter, I might be able to find a true chance of survival …
Also, after "He" recited the luck enhancement ritual's incantation in Chinese, "He" was actually indifferent to this special language and didn't ask any questions. This doesn't match the curiosity "He" showed …
"Uh … when he said the word 'bug' after that, was he doing it on purpose to test what I would associate with it …?
However, "He" didn't steal my thoughts. No, if an entire set of thoughts that have nothing to do with what happened before and after have been stolen, I wouldn't have been able to discover it …
Klein recalled the situation back then and confirmed that his thoughts hadn't been stolen based on the logical connection between his thoughts.
And this made him confirm one thing.
That was, in a deep "Parasitic" state, Amon could directly monitor his thoughts. There was no need to steal them!
Amon acted as though he had to first detect harmful thoughts before he could control "Him." It was a fraud!
I knew it. The deep level of "Parasitism" I previously experienced seems a little different from what Pallez described …
According to this inference, Amon should've heard all my thoughts along the way, including Earth, my fellow countrymen, and the education of children …
How terrifying …
Thankfully, when plotting to sabotage George III's advancement ritual, I had foreseen the situation of being "Parasitized" by Amon in a perilous situation. Half of my thoughts were an instinctive reaction, and the other half was a deliberate indulgence. This way, I've revealed my secret and won Amon's trust while hiding the most critical and core matters.
Just like now, "He" definitely knows that I plan on obtaining more historical secrets from "Him," so as to quickly digest the Scholar of Yore potion. However, "He" doesn't know that I'm not far from completely digesting "Him." I'm just two or three steps away or an opportunity …
Amon deliberately removed the "Parasitism" and played such a game. Could it be that "He" had once heard of Earth from the ancient Sun God and had come into contact with a certain secret? "He" plans on using self-preservation to force me to help "Him" complete something that "He" can't do? If that's the case, something will definitely happen next …
Yes, I have to act as though I haven't noticed this and plan to escape normally.
After I adjust my body's state, I'll make the first attempt! After "sleeping" for a while, Klein opened his eyes.
Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat, sat beside him and smiled at him.
"Have you thought it through? When do we begin? "
"He" acted like Klein's accomplice, not a target to escape from.
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