Lightning once again illuminated the desolate plain shrouded in gray-yellow mist, the place where the Angel battle had just taken place, and the serene smile on Klein's face.
Amon stared at him for several seconds, adjusted his monocle, and smiled as he said:
Couldn't you have used a different phrase?
"You seem to have found new hope?"
Klein's smile remained unchanged. He clenched his fist and touched the tip of his nose, then put one hand in his pocket and said:
"I just suddenly realized something: the fact that it's you playing this game isn't despairing; on the contrary, it shows that you can't directly Stealing my Fate."
"Oh?" Amon chuckled, seemingly eager to hear what Klein would say next.
Klein chuckled and said without wavering:
"Otherwise, as soon as you enter the Forsaken Land of the Gods, you will directly Stealing my Fate and become the new master of the ' Sefirah Castle '. Even if you want to play a game of escape and interception, you can wait until the main objective is achieved before doing so. In that case, you will not bear any risks, while I will lose the chance to be resurrected and lose my original Fate. Driven by the instinct to survive, I will try even harder to escape."
"Indeed, the ' God of Mischief ' might do things recklessly in pursuit of thrills, but you are still the ' God of Deceit.'"
At this point, Klein glanced at Amon's unchanged expression, paused, and said:
"I know you really have an extraordinary ability to Stealing other people's Fate, but being able to do something doesn't mean you'll do it. It requires weighing the risks, balancing the pros and cons, and analyzing the gains and losses."
"I think you don't want to directly steal my Fate, because that would burden you with everything the ' Sefirah Castle ' brings. You would have to fight against the resurrection shadow of its original owner, which is extremely dangerous even for an Angel King like you. You could easily perish. So, you want to find a loophole that allows you to obtain the ' Sefirah Castle ' without incurring negative consequences, and that requires my 'permission'."
As Klein said this, he recalled his experiences of getting infected with viruses several times while using computers in his previous life. Those viruses would always disguise themselves as various normal things, tricking you into clicking and making you "allow" them.
This is strangely similar to the current situation.
After listening to Klein's words, Amon looked at him without saying a word, simply adjusting his crystal monocle with a calm expression.
Klein smiled and continued:
"From the moment you ' Parasitism ' me, you have been carrying out a massive Deceit, offering the option of becoming your Blessed while telling me that your true self can bear my Fate, thus burdening me with a heavy psychological weight."
"In the journey that followed, you constantly showed me hope, only to destroy it again and again. You would set time limits from time to time, making me unconsciously seize the opportunity to catch my breath, only to suddenly shorten the journey, disrupting my plans. Finally, you revealed that you were the original self, plunging me into the Abyss of despair. This was to destroy my will, break down my psychological defenses, and make me completely collapse, choosing to become your Blessed and 'agreeing' to that potential 'deal'."
After listening quietly, Amon suddenly chuckled, raised his hands, and clapped softly, saying:
"Perfect reasoning."
"However, you seem to have overlooked one issue."
"What I'm saying is, we'll take your Fate only after you've met my true form and gone to a safe place. Right now, we haven't reached our final destination yet, so of course I won't risk trying."
Klein's expression darkened slightly, then relaxed again.
I'm looking forward to seeing what the differences will be there.
He responded to Amon's words with the same demeanor as Amon.
The true Angel King adjusted his monocle, smiled, and pointed to the side, saying:
"Soon, we'll arrive in less than half a day."
"How long exactly?" Klein instinctively lacked trust in Amon's rather vague description.
Amon scratched his chin and chuckled:
Half an hour.
Klein turned his head to look in the direction Amon had just pointed, but it was so dark there that he couldn't see anything.
A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the barren plain, but in the distance, an even denser gray-yellow mist hung in the air.
Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa in Backlund, Queens Borough.
After two days of chaos, Audrey's life finally returned to some peace, which made her even more curious about the hidden truth behind the king's assassination.
Considering that Mr. The Fool seemed to be Psychological Suggestion today's Tarot Club might be canceled, Audrey decided to pray to this being in advance and contact "The World" Gehrman Sparrow to try to find out the situation.
She only glanced at Susie, and the golden retriever immediately walked out of the room, closed the door behind it, and squatted outside.
Audrey sat down familiarly, assumed a praying posture, and whispered in Ancient Hermes:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era..."
Inside a two-bedroom rental house in Backlund, East Borough.
"Do you think there will be a party today? There hasn't been any official notification..." Fors took out her ladies' pocket watch, turned it on, and glanced at it.
Hugh shook his head:
"Have no idea."
Fors became restless, got up from his seat, and paced back and forth anxiously, muttering to himself:
"Mr. World gave no feedback, and Mr. The Fool didn't respond either..."
As they were talking, Fors suddenly looked at her friend who was eating ham and said urgently:
"Hugh, why don't you try praying to Mr. The Fool and ask him if the meeting will take place as scheduled today?"
Hugh frowned slightly, put down his fork, and nodded:
"Good."
She also felt that the current situation was a bit strange.
After clasping his hands together and resting them on his chin, Xiu took a breath and said in a low voice:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era..."
Backlund, North Borough, beneath Saint Samuel Cathedral, in a room behind the Chanis Gate.
Emlyn White woke up, somewhat puzzled by the dream he had just had.
He seemed to be dreaming of Lilith, the progenitor of the vampires!
In his dream, he was trapped in an ancient castle overgrown with red grapevines, unable to escape no matter what he did.
Later, through a narrow window high up, he saw the Crimson Moon outside, and a pair of enormous bat wings that obscured half of it.
In Sanguine legends, this is one of the symbols of the ancient goddess Lilith.
Immediately afterwards, in his excitement, Emlyn flew to a high place and, trying to open the narrow window, found a tarot card at the bottom of the glass.
The tarot card depicts a young man dressed in splendid clothes, wearing a dazzling headdress, carrying a cane on his shoulder with luggage hanging from the top, and being pulled by a small dog behind him.
The Fool card.
Emlyn naturally woke up at this point in his dream, and as a Sanguine Viscount, he possessed basic dream analysis skills:
"It must be my current situation that caused this dream; that ' The Star ' hasn't sent me any human blood at all..."
"I am indeed the one favored by the Progenitor Ancestor... Is He Psychological Suggestion that to escape my predicament, I must obtain help from Mr. ' The Fool '?"
"What day is it today? Oh well, I'll just pray. That way I can get out sooner." Emlyn sat up hopefully and recited the prayer with great devotion:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era..."
Above the Gray Fog, three crimson stars, corresponding to " Justice," " Judgement," and " The Moon," began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.
They merged into the already existing crimson "tide," instantly intensifying the tremors throughout the mysterious space.
Amidst the turmoil, the "tide" submerged the ancient and majestic palace, causing one mysterious symbol after another to illuminate behind the eight chairs on either side of the bronze table.
This brought new halos and new vibrations, accompanied by a buzzing sound.
At the head of the long, weathered table, the back of the chair belonging to the " The Fool " lit up, and a complex symbol composed of half a " Line of Distortion " and half a " Pupil-less Eye " stretched outwards, becoming layered and extremely three-dimensional.
The crimson "tide" was thus drawn in, and a "figure" coalesced on the " The Fool's" high-backed chair.
The "figure" was not stable enough, sometimes Distortion, sometimes scattered, and it was difficult to truly take shape.
On the desolate plain shrouded in gray-yellow mist, Klein paused slightly, glancing up at the lightning streaking across the sky.
He immediately withdrew his gaze, picked up his leather lantern, and followed behind Amon, venturing deeper into the boundless wilderness.
The further the Angel King went, the more ravines appeared on the ground, and the deeper they became.
About ten minutes later, as another bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, Klein saw a dark blue-green cyclops, several tens of meters tall, lingering not far away.
His body was covered in putrid, festering sores, and his eyes were sunken and lifeless; it was clear he had long since died.
But he continued to wander, a grayish-yellow gas emanating from his body, weaving into clouds in mid-air and creating mist over the wasteland.
The gray-yellow mist that shrouded this endless wilderness was all brought by this dark blue Giant!
"Blador, the youngest son of the Giant King Ormir, the 'God of Honor,' openly cursed my father and was punished, forever haunting this place. Of course, he died long ago in the 'Cataclysm,' but he still hasn't found release," Amon said, pointing to the dark blue-green cyclops. "If I hadn't stolen the corresponding damage, you would have been corrupted by the mist created after Brador's death as soon as you entered this plain, becoming a cursed being who cannot escape."
Should I thank you? Klein suddenly felt like he had stepped directly into a myth.
Amon led him onward, and soon they approached the dark blue-green cyclops.
There was an extremely deep ravine where the Giant lingered, and as lightning flashed, a heavy and wide gray-white building could be vaguely seen at the bottom of it.
Klein glanced at it, and his eyelids twitched slightly as he recalled the scene he saw during the Divination " Unshadowed Crucifix ".
If he remembered correctly, this should be the place where the Ancient The Sun God, the Creator the City of Silver, and the father of Amon and Adam, emerged!
Is this the safe enough place Amon mentioned? Klein's heart sank.
At this moment, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and a monocle, walked to the edge of the ravine, his back to the gray and white, sprawling buildings, and with a smile, he said:
"This is the sacred place where my father awoke, and it holds the history I long to explore."
My father told me that there is a very ancient name for this place, called...
In the light of the silvery lightning that streaked across the sky, Amon, dressed in a classic black robe, paused, then spread his arms wider and spoke with a touch of solemnity:
Chernobyl!