An arrow on the string

"Klein, you bastard..."

When Luther saw the person opposite him pull out Monocle, his first reaction was to laugh in anger.

What time is it? Why are you still scaring people like this? Didn't he already digest his "Bizarro Sorcerer" Potion a long time ago? It's fine to play around normally, but we have serious business to attend to now!

But soon, the smile on his face froze.

Because the person opposite them had placed their Monocle over their right eye.

Right eye!

Last time Klein scared him, even though he was already quite brave, he only dared to wear the monocle on his left eye, because the only person who would wear Monocle on their right eye was that guy—

"Amon!"

Luther's eyes flashed with anger as he shouted at the bespectacled man in front of him.

"Surprised?"

The black-haired, brown-eyed man's lips curled into a pleased smile. "I must say, your friend has quite a sense of humor, actually thinking of using me to digest the Potion..."

"Boom!" Before he could finish speaking, a Greatsword came crashing down on him with ferocious force and astonishing speed.

Ouch!

The brown-eyed man quickly dodged, adjusted his glasses, and chuckled, teasingly saying, "Watch out, this body still belongs to your friend."

Shut up!

Luther roared. He spread his left hand, and as Silver Light flowed, it transformed into a slender straight sword, gleaming with a cold light.

He was filled with confusion.

What happened?!

Klein was perfectly fine when we parted ways a few days ago, wasn't he?

When was he arrested?

Those useless bastards in the Church of Evernight, didn't they promise to give him "Concealment" protection and keep him from being discovered...? It's all been utterly useless!

Luther gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

Damn Amon... kill him! Anyway, Klein still has the Sefirah Castle inside him, so he can just die again. Otherwise, if Amon escapes here, he might be completely parasitized and become a manipulated Puppet!

Just then, he suddenly noticed that the brown-eyed man, who had been smoothly dodging his attacks, abruptly stopped, a struggling expression on his face. At the same time, the harmonious Spirituality atmosphere was shattered.

Watch out behind you!

Klein's facial muscles twitched; he seemed to have regained Avatar and immediately warned Luther.

Later?

Was this a genuine warning from Klein, or was Amon putting on an act to distract me?

Luther didn't turn around. Instead, with a "rip," he used Flesh and Blood Magic to grow a brand new, blood-soaked head on the back of his neck. The eyes on that head looked forward and quickly spotted a figure hiding behind a gas lamppost in the direction Klein had indicated.

"Hehe..."

Seeing that he had been discovered, the figure stopped hiding and stepped forward.

This was a young man with black hair and black eyes, gentle features, and an ordinary appearance. He was dressed like Missionary —yes, he was Li, the Flesh Avatar of Luther who was preaching in the Southern Continent!

"Next time you preach, remember not to be so ostentatious, especially using Puppet that's connected to your true form."

The first update is at suduɡu. cc, with no typos. If you don't see the ". cc" suffix in the address, you'll be taken to the first update site. The young man laughed cheerfully, "Otherwise, someone might follow it to find you, and then discover traces of people connected to you."

Oh shit!

Amon found Klein by following my Avatar!

Luther's pupils constricted, becoming bloodshot. Only then did he sense the connection between that Avatar and himself. If Klein hadn't reminded him, perhaps Amon would have followed this connection and parasitized his body!

"Whoosh..."

The moment he discovered the connection, he didn't hesitate and immediately summoned the Phantom Tide. He wanted the seawater to surge along the connection, washing away Amon's intellect and destabilizing His Spirituality, so as to help Klein escape his predicament.

"Ouch, that was dangerous!"

However, Amon immediately realized this and decisively severed the connection.

He smiled at Luther and said, "Indeed, dealing with you is still too unsafe..." With that, he reached out and "stole" the distance in front of him, suddenly appearing next to Klein and grabbing the other's shoulder.

Amon is taking Klein away!

Luther was startled and immediately swung his left hand forward with the rapier belonging to the "Silver Knight".

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" In the next instant, countless silver-white rays of light intertwined on Amon's body, which was then split into countless fragments and exploded.

"Bang!"

The Puppet's Flesh scattered in mid-air, and before it even hit the ground, each piece was drawn together by an invisible force, reforming and merging into a young man with black hair and eyes, a broad forehead, a thin face, and wearing a pointed mage's hat. This was the original form of the Second Son of the Creator, the "God of Mischief," and the "Angel of Time"!

Luther stared coldly at Amon, his expression ferocious.

Filth shadows and shimmering Mercury surged beneath his feet, enveloping his body and transforming him into a tall, black-and-white knight with blood- Red Light eyes. This knight wielded a massive black sword in one hand and Silver-White Rapier in the other, his Spirituality surging, his aura constantly rising.

Luther's figure flashed, and using the "Silver Knight's" ability, he directly stood in front of Amon, raised his sword towards him, and his killing intent surged!

Amon just smiled and looked at him.

Are you sure you want to continue fighting with me?

The Second Son of the Creator kindly reminded him, pointing to the distant Square, "Have you forgotten? Today's important business is over there?"

Luther was taken aback at first, then seemed to realize something, and his face behind the mask Distortion in extreme anger!

This despicable bastard has placed a fatal choice before him:

If he stopped Amon from leaving, George III would be spared, allowing the latter's Advancement Ritual to proceed smoothly—but if he tried to stop George III, Klein would be taken away by Amon again, becoming a completely parasitic Puppet... He absolutely could not accept seeing the Fool wearing Monocle at next week's Tarot Club! Anger surged into his brain, and he could almost hear the blood vessels in his head throbbing.

However, just a few seconds later, Luther suddenly calmed down.

"What I hate most is being threatened," he said calmly, "And what I love most is seeing a terrified look on your face, you self-righteous bastard who thinks you're in control."

"Whoosh--"

As he spoke, the Tide in Luther's mind surged even more intensely.

I'm sorry, Klein.

He glanced apologetically at his fellow countryman who had also transmigrated, then murmured, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era..."

That's right, since Amon dared to be so disrespectful, he couldn't tolerate it, so he directly summoned the Tide and prayed to the Fool, hoping that his Tide would collide with the Sefirah Castle and explode together!

Amon's smile faltered.

Klein, who was under His control, also looked somewhat dumbfounded.