Amon? Never Heard of Him

The person who issued the request to explore the tomb was a woman dressed in a black court dress. She looked very strange, reserved and quiet, with pale skin, like a doll.

Is this determined by its own extraordinary Sequence?

Luther observed the other party through the half-closed window, thinking to himself.

The Shepherd's Spirituality was sending him a warning, telling him that the Lamb opposite him was of a higher Sequence, and should be a strong one of Sequence 5, just like him.

Could you tell me more details about that tomb?

Luther said, "Since you're looking for people to explore the tomb with, it means there are dangers inside, right? I need to decide whether to participate in the exploration based on the specific information you provide."

Are you Sequence 5 or higher Extraordinary?

The other person asked in a faint, ethereal voice. If she weren't right in front of him, Luther would have thought he was talking to a female ghost.

"That's right, I am Sequence 5 Extraordinary."

Luther answered affirmatively.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a slow voice spoke:

"At Beyonder Gathering that my friend attended, someone discovered an ancient tomb. After examining the exterior, they determined it was the Mausoleum of a Fourth Epoch noble. Sensing potential danger inside, they decided to assemble a sufficiently strong team to explore it."

"Then what?"

"And then none of them came back."

The woman in the long court dress spoke in a dreamlike voice.

It's practically a standard ending from a ghost story.

Luther made a silent assessment.

He heard the other person continue, "My friend, who was also a member of the exploration team, found him—or rather, his body—through his personal belongings by means of occupation."

"They died in the tomb?"

"Yes, I found the entrance to the tomb, Divination indicated that those people died inside. But the tomb gave me a very dangerous feeling, so I didn't go in," the woman said.

That's why she sought help, and why she set such high standards. Even among the extraordinary individuals attending the Queen's Gathering, only a few could reach Sequence 5.

"Haven't you considered reporting this to the Queen and directly receiving payment?"

Luther asked.

"The Queen is very busy lately."

The other party gave a brief reply.

Yes, she's been busy investigating MI9 lately...

"How can you be so sure that this tomb belongs to a noble family from the Fourth Epoch?"

"Based on the previous expedition's investigation, the style and specifications of the tomb belong to the Fourth Epoch. They also discovered that the tomb's occupant's name was Amon."

Amon?

Luther thought for a moment and replied earnestly:

"Never heard of it."

The opposite private room fell silent. After a moment, the woman in the long court dress spoke again, "That's roughly the information."

After she finished speaking, she fell silent, as if waiting for Luther to make a decision.

To be honest, just hearing the description is already quite dangerous.

After thinking for a moment, Luther asked again, "Is it just the two of us?"

"I've already invited several other Sequence 5 to other gatherings, and two have confirmed their attendance."

Oh, I see.

If others share the risk, it seems less unacceptable. High risk corresponds to high reward. The things preserved in the tombs of the previous era must be quite valuable.

Although the tomb might be dangerous, Luther is currently quite resilient and has a teleportation stone given to him by Fors. In the event of an extremely dangerous situation, he can use the stone to escape.

Luther wasn't worried that the other party was lying, because this was the Queen's gathering, and anyone who dared to cause trouble would suffer a terrible fate.

I've decided to participate.

After weighing the options, Luther said, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you."

The other person replied, their voice remaining calm, revealing no emotional fluctuation.

"Swish swish."

The wall of Vines disintegrated, the obstruction that had been covering their faces disappeared, and the other's face was now exposed to him.

She was a woman with exquisitely beautiful features, like a doll. Her skin was pale, and she wore a small hat on her light golden hair. Her azure eyes calmly gazed at Luther.

"Sharron."

She stood up again, lifting her skirt to greet him.

Kafka Anderson.

Luther nodded to the other party and gave his pseudonym.

"May I ask what Pathway you used for Sequence 5?"

"That's not important. All I can tell you is that among my peers in Sequence 5, I'm considered one of the more capable ones."

"... I understand, Anderson. I will continue to recruit others to form the team. Meet me a week from now at night in front of the Tussock River Valley outside the city."

The woman named Sharron simply gave her contact address.

"Can."

Luther nodded, "So how do we divide what we've got?"

"It will be based on each person's contribution at that time."

After quickly finalizing the schedule, the two separated into different private rooms.

Not long after Luther returned to his original position, an unseen Servants approached him and told him that a customer could provide the whistling pipe for the Demon-Throat Honey Chariot. He paid slightly more than the market price and obtained the last of the ingredients for the "Instigator" Potion.

After returning home today, I will prepare Potion for Cecilia to help her advance to Sequence 8.

Luther thought to himself, and after the party ended, he returned home along the yellow brick road.

But is that tomb really suitable for Sequence 5 to enter?

As Luther walked on the yellow bricks, he couldn't help but recall the details of his conversation with Sharron.

Besides me, she's already found two Sequence 5, but judging from her performance, she still feels there aren't enough people. It seems that the tomb is truly extremely dangerous... So, why is she in such a hurry to risk exploring it?

Perhaps there are reasons of their own.

Luther shook his head.

Speaking of which, I wonder if Klein knows more about that tomb. After all, he's a top student in the history department at Khoy University; perhaps he knows more about the history of the Fourth Epoch. Hmm, I can tell him the name of the tomb's occupant. I think it was something like "Amon."

Luther thought for a moment, then softly uttered the name.

"Hum Yi-

A piercing Shriek suddenly echoed in his mind; he covered his head and was startled to hear Frenzy words exploding in his ears.

It hurts!

What's going on?

Luther clutched his head, the intense pain making him unable to control himself, and his steps on the brick path became unsteady.

Was it because I called out that name, or because I happened to be in the midst of True Creator?

He thought with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

The world before him gradually became Distortion Frenzy, and countless prying eyes seemed to be staring at him maliciously from within the colorful mist.

Hang in there, we'll be back soon.

Luther held the Pea Sprout in one hand and gripped the whistling tube of the Demon-Throat Honey Carry in the other. Finally, he returned to his residence before completely succumbing to madness.

"These are your supplementary materials."

He only had time to say one sentence to his sister before he was pulled into a deep Illusion.