Hearing Klein's answer, Amon smiled and shook his head, then casually asked as he reached out to open the door:
How did you come up with such a prestigious name?
"A title that is both relevant to oneself and avoids being locked onto by others through the automatic response of prayer is rare." Seeing that he had already been exposed, Klein saw no need to hide anything anymore. Moreover, he hoped to seize any possible opportunities through similar conversations.
At the same time, his mind raced, trying to figure out how to save himself:
"I am deeply ' Parasitism,' so any thoughts that are detrimental to Amon are easily sensed and detected by Him..."
"Today is Saturday, and Monday is almost here. If ' The Fool ' abruptly cancels the Tarot Gathering, the other members will inevitably be filled with fear, tension, and confusion. Among them, the one who possesses the means of communication with 'The World' will certainly try to summon the messenger to inquire about the reason. Once the messenger gets close to me, she will be able to detect Amon's presence. Then, she can use the ' Yesterday Once More ' spell to restore her to her peak condition. With the full power of Angel, she has a considerable chance of rescuing me from Amon's clone..."
"My most important thing right now is to persevere and 'survive' these next two days!"
"By the way, since Amon can't Stealing my Fate now, why did He try to make a peaceful deal just now? Even if I agreed, He wouldn't dare let me go above the Gray Fog to give permission, because that would mean I'm out of His control and could effectively Purification and fight back against the ' Parasite ' with the help of the ' Sefirah Castle '..."
Is "agreeing" simply a switch, requiring no further procedures?
" Amon deliberately didn't mention that..."
"You were definitely Deceit me!"
Klein grasped at a glimmer of hope and decided to delay for two more days, but Amon's focus remained on that prestigious name that neither humans nor Angel could have imagined.
As he walked out of the room, he scratched his chin and said:
Did you provide protection for Backlund's magic and theatrical performances?
"I once protected a ' Trickmaster '..." Klein, now with a plan in mind, was much more cooperative than before, replying simply:
"I am a ' Magician ' myself, and I have 'performed' many times in Backlund."
Amon, wearing a monocle, nodded:
"Barely acceptable."
He then left the hotel room and walked up the stairs to the street, with Klein following behind like a servant, without any unusual movements.
Looking around, Amon adjusted his monocle, sighed, and chuckled:
"That's truly a pity."
"What's there to regret?" Klein asked, puzzled.
You've already got me caught, what else do you have to regret?
Amon adjusted his silk hat, maintaining his previous smile, and said:
"You can try to guess. If you guess right, I can make your ending a little better."
Klein didn't believe His promise at all, and to avoid being tricked into revealing more secrets, he shook his head and said:
"I can't guess."
"Boring," Amon commented briefly, tapping his right fist lightly on his monocle.
From the pedestrians on the street, the trees by the roadside, the sparrows on the rooftops, the rats in the muddy corners, and all the various creatures invisible in the air, a phantom insect-like figure flew out and returned to Amon like stardust.
This divine child's status was immediately elevated to the level of Angel.
Klein raised his left hand, and the human skin glove suddenly became transparent.
This is " Teleportation " being activated.
At this moment, only the " Creeping Hunger " in Klein's clothes was real; the rest was created from flesh and blood using the abilities of the " Faceless " and the gloves.
... Seeing that the " Travel " was about to begin, Klein paused for a moment and blurted out:
Why not ' Teleportation ' inside the room?
It was something he had expected that Amon would take him away from Backlund, after all, it was a place where even an Angel King would have to be careful. But Klein couldn't understand why the other man would Door Opening, go down the stairs, and leave the hotel so normally.
Amon's eye, visible behind his monocle, swept over Klein, and a slow smile played on his lips.
"I've already answered you. It's a real shame you didn't ask Pallez for help."
The " Angel of Time " wore a clear smile, but her black eyes were devoid of any emotion, sending chills down Klein's spine.
He... he's certain I'm connected to Pallez Zoroast... because of what happened last time? No, stop! Klein tried to Cogitation, struggling to control his thoughts lest Amon Stealing his ideas.
Amon glanced indifferently at the flustered pedestrians on the street, then looked up at the gray sky and said:
"We'll have to wait until next time. Right now, the most important thing is to get you to that place."
As they spoke, Klein and Amon's figures simultaneously became transparent and disappeared at the hotel entrance, and no one passing by noticed anything unusual.
After passing through countless indescribable Spirit World creatures and overlapping, richly colored blocks, Klein and Amon appeared above a vast ocean.
Beneath their feet was a massive crevice, where the azure sea was cut off, cascading vertically like a waterfall into the bottomless "darkness," a crevice that could never be filled.
This is the entrance to the Ruins of the Gods' Battle.
Klein's heart skipped a beat, and he asked:
"Are you taking me to the ' Forsaken Land of the Gods '?"
The magnificent "waterfall" was already reflected in Amon's monocle. He nodded slightly and answered in a casual tone:
"That's right. Once you get there, even your messenger won't be able to sense you through the contract anymore."
The " Forsaken Land of the Gods " is clearly separated from the Spirit World, and can only be connected by the " Sefirah Castle ".
... Amon knew my plans... Klein's newly kindled flame of hope was instantly extinguished by the cold reality.
He couldn't find any other way to save himself for the time being.
At this moment, Amon, standing in mid-air, muttered to himself:
"If my mausoleum in Backlund hadn't been destroyed by the Church of Steam, we could have used the ' Abyss ' as a springboard to get there directly, without all this trouble."
... Klein changed the subject, a little guilty:
"Is the ' Abyss ' connected to the ' Forsaken Land of the Gods '?"
"No," Amon shook his head, his expression relaxed, "But I can use some of its properties to go anywhere."
"I heard that some bad things have happened in the ' Abyss '," Klein asked tentatively, a thought flashing through his mind.
Amon turned his head and glanced at him, not hiding his curiosity:
"You actually knew that."
"Yes, I once thought about exploring the ' Abyss '." Klein didn't say much, afraid that the Angel King, who had passed through the " Marauder " pathway, would discover that he could read Roselle's Diary.
At this moment, Amon suddenly laughed:
"You, are you exploring the ' Abyss '?"
"What's so funny?" Klein was already very interested in what strange changes had occurred in the " Abyss," and took this opportunity to cooperate with Amon in trying to find out more.
He had barely finished speaking when a new Spirit Intuition struck him:
By engaging in dialogue with Amon, he can uncover more historical Concealment and quickly and quietly digest the " Scholar of Yore " Potion. He hopes to use this to deepen his control over the " Sefirah Castle " and escape his current predicament.
The thought flashed through his mind, but Klein quickly restrained himself and stopped thinking about it.
To his question, Amon chuckled and said:
"Your going to the ' Abyss ' is like a beautifully wrapped gift being delivered to the person who wanted it."
"...' The Dark Side of the Universe '?" Klein was initially startled, then thoughtfully offered his guess.
Amon nodded:
"He was originally the only surviving ancient god, the Devil Monarch Farbauti, but now, ha."
Before Amon could finish speaking, he leaped from the raging wind in mid-air into the enormous, illusory crevice.
Klein then lost the support of the wind and plummeted downwards.
After an unknown amount of time, the seawater surged up like a fountain, throwing him and Amon to the other side of the cross-section.
Upon entering the " Ruins of the Gods' Battle," directly exposed to the bright sunlight, Klein suddenly heard a series of delirious murmurs with a strong sense of madness.
It was like a thin steel needle piercing his eardrum and penetrating his brain, filling every thought with immense pain, even though it was familiar.
Meanwhile, the " Worm of Spirit " that make up his Mythical Creature Form are gradually changing, seemingly about to give birth to a Depravity consciousness that does not belong to him.
The ramblings of the " True Creator "!
Klein could barely resist this, but he couldn't hold out for long and couldn't go very far in the " Ruins of the Gods' Battle ".
Just then, he saw that the monocle on Amon's right eye absorbed all the surrounding light, making it exceptionally bright, an incandescent white.
Then, a dense darkness took over the sky.
Amon stole the daytime from the " Ruins of the Gods' Battle "!
In the darkness, the " Angel of Time " clone carried Klein to an island and let him sleep against a stone pillar.
Soon, Klein arrived in that hazy dream world and saw the Black Monastery and the epic, mythical projection of the " Giant King's Court " across the cliff.
Amon, wearing a black silk top hat and a crystal monocle, appeared beside him, smiling easily as he pointed to the " Giant King's Court " projection frozen in the Twilight:
That's the entrance to the ' Forsaken Land of the Gods '.
Klein thought for a moment and then raised his doubts:
"Isn't it necessary to Dream Divination from a specific location to open the entrance?"
He couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope again, thinking that it would be great if Amon could waste a week or two at the " Ruins of the Gods' Battle ".
"Yes." Amon didn't deny Klein's statement, speaking casually, "If you want to open the entrance, you must travel by ship to the core of this ocean of ruins, which could take more than a month and involve many dangers you can't currently withstand. But I don't have to."
"Because you are the son of the Creator?" Klein guessed cautiously.
"No." Amon put one hand in his pocket, turned, and walked towards the gate of the Black Monastery. "This chaotic place, with its broken order and distorted rules, offers too many opportunities to exploit."
As the " Angel of Time " walked, she glanced sideways at Klein beside her:
The Sequence 0 of the ' Marauder ' pathway has a very abstract name: ' Error '.
"This was named by my father, who once used a strange word of unknown origin to refer to it:"
'bug'.
"This translates to: the Trojan horse of Fate, the worm of time, the loophole in the rules, the embodiment of all Error."