Not bad … In the face of Amon's "praise," Klein forced a smile and politely replied,
"Thank you."
Frankly speaking, he would rather hear curses than praise. At least it meant that he was very close to success.
Of course, Klein suspected that even if he really escaped, Amon wouldn't be flustered and exasperated. Based on the God of Mischief's character, "He" might find it too interesting and exciting, but on the other hand, "He" couldn't help but feel a little depressed and disappointed, eager to enter the next round.
"Being able to think of using a 'door' to disturb me is a great improvement." "But don't you think that I'll be more vigilant when I 'open the door', and I won't be so easily affected by accidents?"
Klein thought for a moment and answered seriously, "Yes.
"That's what I thought at the beginning, but then I felt that you should be able to grasp my state of mind and believe that I wouldn't dare to take action when you opened the 'door'. At this moment, it might work if I tried."
Doing it when others don't think you'll do it is also a strategy.
In his previous life, Klein had come into contact with a similar level of thinking and was confused by it.
"What if I also thought of this?" Amon smiled and pushed the bottom edge of his monocle with his knuckles.
At the same time, the surviving marionettes that belonged to Klein took out a crystal monocle from the void and wore it on their right eye before looking at Klein.
This left Klein's scalp tingling as he realized that his connection with his marionette had been instantly severed.
"Although there is progress, there will always be some punishment for failure." Amon smiled as he turned around and walked towards the church.
As "He" took a step forward, the marionettes revealed smiles one after another before collapsing stiffly. This tore apart Klein's soul again and again as the blood vessels on his forehead visibly expanded and contracted.
Enduring the pain, Klein stood still for a while before he managed to calm down.
During this process, although he was always in the depths of darkness, he was not attacked by any terrifying monsters, nor did he turn into a hidden state.
When did Amon steal the hidden divine power of this city? If I were to attempt suicide, even my thoughts would be stolen … I still wasn't prepared enough. I didn't have enough confidence in Amon. I didn't consider the things "He" had previously stolen … I really didn't expect that "He" would release "Daybreak" that "He" stole from the ruins of the battle of the gods … What else did "He" steal in the past and store in "His" body? I have no idea at all, so I can't make any targeted preparations … That monocle is a container that stores the stolen items. Is it a part of Amon? Therefore, "He" can take out a monocle every time "Parasitizing" him … Klein rubbed his temples and walked back into the cathedral. Looking at Amon in front of the door of light, he asked in a seemingly casual manner,
"Why do you have so many monocles? Where do you usually put it? "
Amon stroked the monocle on his right eye and smiled nonchalantly.
"Why don't you ask me why every doppelganger has eyes and where I usually put them?"
"… I understand." Klein nodded.
Amon cast his gaze back at the door of light that had yet to calm down from the whirlpool and said casually,
"I have a nagging feeling that your operation this time was essentially a large-scale preparation, not an attempt.
"During that process, what tricks did you do?"
Klein deliberated for a moment before replying with a smile, "Guess."
"I do have a guess. Do you think I guessed correctly?"
"I do have some guesses. Do you think I'm right?" Amon pinched the top and bottom edge of the monocle and asked with interest.
"Perhaps, or perhaps not." Klein didn't give a clear answer. He cooperatively walked to Amon's side and watched as "He" extended "His" hand again to press on the pale white door of light.
Ripples appeared on the door of light once again, becoming more and more intense and exaggerated.
After about ten seconds, the ripples dyed the surroundings, causing the door of light to expand twice its original size.
Amon glanced at Klein and gestured for him to take a step forward.
Klein instinctively turned his head and surveyed the surroundings of the cathedral.
Outside the area illuminated by the leather lantern, the Beyonder characteristics left behind by the mutated monsters were shimmering. Not all of them were Beyonders when they were alive. After those ordinary people transformed into monsters, a large portion of their strength came from darkness and degeneration. It didn't belong to them, so they didn't have any characteristics to seep out.
"I almost forgot." Amon, who had followed him around, suddenly shook his head and smiled.
Just as "He" said that, blobs of Beyonder characteristics floated up and automatically entered "His" body, fusing with "Him," leaving only a small amount behind.
"Most of the ones who voluntarily transformed into monsters are Beyonders of the Apprentice pathway and their families who can enter the city's dark side," Amon said casually as he retracted "His" gaze.
Even if it's a Beyonder characteristic of a neighboring pathway, directly "eating" it would cause problems, right? Shouldn't one only be able to jump to a higher level of a neighboring pathway? It can even be downwards compatible? Klein was a little taken aback as he asked in puzzlement,
"Won't this accumulate madness?"
This wasn't just a matter of accumulating madness. Klein suspected that if he were to do so, there was a high chance that he would go half-mad.
"Others will," Amon said with a smile. "But I won't."
What a bug … Klein couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Then, the distance between him and the door of light disappeared.
Subconsciously, he forgot about the remaining Death pathway Beyonder characteristics and entered the mutated door of light with Amon.
The endless darkness and the squirming lines of light mixed together, making Klein feel like he was plummeting and weightless.
About ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon in a square. The dim yellow light of the leather lantern seemed to be obstructed by an invisible force, allowing it to only illuminate half of its original area.
Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the surroundings.
With the help of the lightning, Klein saw incomplete statues erected around the square. Some of them had their hands tied behind their backs, some had thorny roses wrapped around their bodies, and some looked like mummies. They gave off the feeling of being "restrained."
"This place used to be a city that worshipped a xenogeneic king." Like a qualified tour guide, Amon introduced the 'scenic spots' to Klein. "They're very interesting. They're usually restrained and quiet, just like ascetics. But once they encounter prey or at a specific moment, they'll explode with the desire to kill. You can imagine, on the night of the full moon, this is a city filled with werewolves."
From the looks of it, the Mutants' original philosophy was one of restraint … They were later led astray by the Mother Tree of Desire … Klein took a few more glances with the help of a new round of lightning.
"The xenogeneic king looks like a mummy?"
"No. Although he is an ugly and twisted man, he likes to wrap himself in thorns and thorny roses." Amon sneered.
Klein took the opportunity to ask:
"What kind of idols do your believers worship?
"In mysticism, your symbol is a clock and a Worm of Time?"
Amon scratched his chin.
"In theory, my believers are all myself. There's no need to go through the trouble of erecting idols."
My believers are all myself … Thankfully, I now have a Blessed like Dhaniz … Klein suddenly realized that he and Amon were quite similar in certain aspects.
Of course, me saying that "my believers are all myself" is a joke. Amon saying that "my believers are all myself" is a horror story. There's quite a huge difference in style … Klein finally gave a self-deprecating remark.
As Amon walked forward, he continued, "However, in my father's era, many people believed in me.
"However, in my father's era, many people believed in me. Some of them used the name 'Angel of Time' and used a symbol related to the clock to create a statue of me. Some used the title 'God of Mischief' and used a crow covered in mysterious patterns to create my image. There were also some who combined the two."
At this point, Amon, who was wearing a monocle, suddenly turned his head and glanced at Klein. The corners of his mouth curled up.
He curled the corners of his lips and said, "We're less than three days away from our final destination."
That is to say, I only have three days left … Klein nearly drew a gasp. The psychological pressure suddenly increased, making him feel as though his nerves were about to snap.
He had yet to determine the true goal of Amon's game, nor had he discovered any signs that "Amon" was driving him to do something. This meant that he was unable to grasp the crux of the matter and couldn't find a true opportunity to escape.
The performance of Amon's avatar made him understand that if he didn't make proper preparations, he might not even last ten seconds in front of "Him."
As his thoughts raced, Klein fell silent and followed Amon out of the square that was covered in traces of destruction.
…
There were few pedestrians on the streets, and they came and went in a hurry. In Pritz Harbor, where many houses were covered in burn marks, Queen Mystic, with her chestnut-colored hair, placed the newspaper in her hand on the table.
The front page of the Tussock Times published the shocking news of the king's assassination. It also claimed that the assassin came from Feysac or Intis.
"This isn't preventing the disaster, nor is it worsening the disaster …" Bernadette muttered to herself with a slightly heavy expression.
She pondered for a moment before picking up the tablecloth and wrapping it up. Then, she released her fingers and allowed it to stretch out on its own.
This time, the coffee cups, pen holders, newspapers, and other items in the tablecloth vanished. What appeared were items related to the ritual, such as silver candles.
Bernadette immediately held a ritual and summoned German Sparrow's messenger.
As a collaborator, she believed that it was necessary to inquire about the other party's situation and see if there was anything else she needed help with.
As soon as the ritual ended, Reinette Tinekerr, who was holding four blonde, red-eyed heads and wearing a dark and complicated dress, walked out of the swollen candlelight. She didn't have anything on her neck.
Bernadette's eyelids twitched indiscernibly. Then, she picked up the letter and a gold coin that she had long prepared and handed them to the messenger.
One of Reinette Tinekerr's heads bit on the letter and gold coin while the other heads sized up Queen Mystic for a few seconds.
"She" shifted "Her" gaze and walked into the void, but just as Bernadette was about to put away the tablecloth, Miss Messenger suddenly appeared again.
Two of "Her" blonde, red-eyed heads spoke one after another:
"He …" "Disappeared …"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
