"I have no desire to meet the Primordial just yet," Lin Chuan said with a chuckle. "It's just... since we're already here, we can't leave empty-handed, can we?"
"Besides, as a fellow Great Old One Remnant, isn't it perfectly reasonable to visit my compatriot's spawn point?" he added.
The White-Eyed Crow inside the lantern picked up a Monocle in its beak, tilted its head slightly to look back, and smiled cheerfully.
"You're a Great Old One Remnant... honestly, that's the most amusing thing I've heard all year."
When Amon first discovered Lin Chuan's identity and was then contaminated, there had been a moment when he wanted to slit his own throat and depart this world.
There was no helping it. The experience had scared the wits out of him. Anyone in that situation would have let out a piercing screech and felt that the whole planet was doomed.
But since the other party wanted to bypass that Paranoiac Adam and resurrect the Ancient Sun God, Amon felt he could hold off on making such an early exit.
What if?
What if He was still a good god?
Wait, this Outer Deity shouldn't have authority over new life like that Pillar, right...? Amon suddenly sank into thought.
"Of course. I said it from the start: I'm a bona fide Great Old One Remnant, a compatriot of your father's," Lin Chuan replied sincerely.
As he spoke, he lifted the lantern and continued walking, stepping straight over the blood and pus on the ground toward the depths of the wasteland. The bright lantern light swayed gently with his movements, casting a long shadow across the barren earth.
As he walked, Lin Chuan chatted casually.
"Do you have any other avatars in Chernobyl? How about eating that Amon and combining like terms?"
"No," Amon