"Just kill me."
Amon repeated himself.
He felt he had witnessed something he had never seen in his entire life:
The man before him was using a Trickster's powers, wearing the same white robes as a Paranoiac, emanating an aura identical to Sefirah Castle's, and claiming to be an Outer Deity from the cosmos.
Unfortunately, Amon was not a bloodthirsty spectator, nor would he cry out, "To witness such an astonishing powerhouse, even dying right now would be worth it!"
He merely found it bizarre.
Fuck (Gift of the Land).
Hearing Amon's answer, Lin Chuan smiled and shook his head. He put the crow he had brought to life back on the table, flicking his head for good measure.
He watched Amon with interest and asked casually:
"Is that the only thing you can say?"
Without receiving an answer, Lin Chuan took a crystal-carved Monocle out of thin air. As he fitted it over his right eye, he asked offhandedly, as though chatting with a friend:
"So, which answer do you prefer? That I'm a Sequence One Attendant of Mysteries, or an Outer Deity? Take a guess. Which is more likely?"
The White-Eyed Crow hopped to the center of the table and turned to stare at Lin Chuan.
The intangible colors that had flooded his eyes had already receded, as though they had never appeared. But Amon knew perfectly well that he had merely lost the ability to detect signs of that corruption.
Amon fell silent for several seconds, his thoughts unknown. Lin Chuan maintained his smile and waited patiently for an answer, showing no sign of irritation.
"Does that count as one question?"
He asked.
Lin Chuan's smile deepened. He adjusted the Monocle, but there was still no reaction, so he answered unhurriedly:
"What do you think?"
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