Chapter 1151: Deceit

In a hotel in the Backlund Bridge area.

Apart from his thoughts that still belonged to him, Klein could no

longer control anything else. Even his eyeballs couldn't move.

He knew very well that this was likely a deeper level of "Parasitizing."

In this state, he could only look ahead of him in fear and despair. He

watched as Enuni, who was wearing a monocle with a smile on his face,

changed into Amon's original form. He took a step forward

counterclockwise and opened his mouth to speak in Mandarin in an

articulate and mellow manner:

"The Immortal Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."

*...Did "He" steal my thoughts just now, or my ability to speak

Mandarin... It should be the former; otherwise, "He" wouldn't be able to

grasp this ritual...* Klein's pupils couldn't widen as he

watched. He felt an unprecedented sense of anxiety.

As though sensing his emotions, the monocled man turned to look at him

and smiled. He then took another step counterclockwise and whispered in

Mandarin, "The Sky Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."

Following that, this Blasphemer carried on the ritual with great

familiarity. With every step "He" took, and every chant of the

incantation, Klein's heart sank even deeper into a dark swamp, as though

he could no longer see any light.

"...The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."

When Amon took the final step and recited the final incantation, a

boundless grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of Klein. He

heard layers of pleas.

There was no need to listen carefully, as he understood what it meant

with his spiritual perception.

After advancing to Scholar of Yore, he had obtained basic control over

Sefirah Castle. No matter who it was, even if they had the correct

ritual and corresponding incantation, they needed to obtain his

permission to enter the world above the gray fog!

Reject "Him"! Klein was instantly delighted as this idea

clearly surfaced within him.

However, just as he had this thought, he had forgotten it. Standing

there, he looked like a statue carved from stone.

His intention of rejecting Amon had been stolen by "Him."

"..." Klein once again felt despair, but the grayish-white fog in front

of him and the prayers in his ears didn't disappear.

"..." Klein was first taken aback before he understood what was going

on.

*I understand! I have to head above the gray fog myself and control

Sefirah Castle to give "Him" permission to enter! There is no default

option!*

This thought was like a straw which Klein grabbed at without any

hesitation. It prevented himself from sinking into the water silently

without anyone hear him cry.

Although he still didn't know how to make use of this matter, his

intuition told him that a slim possibility and his only hope could be

hidden in this detail.

At this moment, Amon stopped the attempt and cast "His" gaze at Klein.

Clearly, "He" had failed to successfully enter Sefirah Castle.

This Angel of Time adjusted the monocle on his right eye and smiled

without any change in expression.

"Honorable Mr. Fool, your idea of saving yourself is very interesting."

Amon had used the standard Loen language, but every word seemed to be

able to stir the powers of nature, creating one "explosion" after

another in his mind.

*...How is he so sure that I'm The Fool and not the Blessed of The

Fool...* Klein felt his body turn cold as the hope that had just

surfaced sank into the water once more.

"How am I certain?" Amon tsked and pulled the chair from before over and

sat down. "He" pointed at the round stool opposite "Him" and said, "Sit

down, don't stand on ceremony."

The moment "He" finished his sentence, Klein couldn't help but stride

forward and sit on the round stool.

Amon looked around the room and grabbed Klein's black silk top hat. He

put it on his head and said with a smile, "Did you think that I wasn't

aware that the ritual would be unsuccessful?

"It hasn't been long since Sefirah Castle produced an anomaly, so how

could I forget?

"I just want to see your reaction. And you subconsciously felt despair

and instinctively rejected me. That was very interesting. If you weren't

the one who was called The Fool, how could you have such thoughts?

"Dear Mr. Fool, am I right?"

As "He" repeated the four rhetorical questions, Amon looked rather

pleased, as though "He" was an old hunter who had caught the fox's tail.

...I fell for his scam... Only then did Klein realize why Amon

wasn't disappointed at all.

He subconsciously wanted to deny it, but after some thought, he calmly

said, "Kill me."

Eh... I can speak now? Klein tried to control his body, but it

was completely impossible.

In the next second, he was prepared to recite the honorific name of the

Evernight Goddess, but this thought was immediately lost.

The thin-faced Blasphemer Amon pressed down on his right monocle and

maintained his excited state from before.

"So that you can be reborn in Sefirah Castle?"

...The more I talk to this fellow, the more mistakes I make...

Klein shut his mouth tightly and didn't say another word.

When Amon saw this, "He" shook "His" head with a smile.

"There's no need to be so afraid. Actually, there's no bad blood between

us."

Uh... Sitting on the round stool like a doll, Klein was

stunned for a moment, but he didn't respond.

Amon leaned forward slightly and looked into his eyes before continuing

with a smile:

"The only conflict we have is regarding Sefirah Castle.

"But do you really wish to shoulder that fate? Aren't you worried that

the original owner of Sefirah Castle will revive within you?"

"..." This was something Klein was very concerned about, making him at a

loss for words.

Amon pinched the crystal monocle and didn't urge him to answer. He

smiled and said, "If you give me Sefirah Castle, all the problems will

be resolved.

"That way, whether the original owner of Sefirah Castle comes back to

life, or if the corresponding fate can be shouldered, the person who

needs to worry is me, not you.

"Also, I'll be the one to take over the subsequent arrangements of my

zealous brother, 'Door,' and Lil' Zaratul's pursuits and the benediction

of Evernight.

"And you will be freed from all this and just stay as a Sequence 3.

"Heh, why would I want to kill you? What's the point of killing a

Sequence 3? Even if I want to retrieve the characteristic, it's still

expendable. My prey will only be Pallez, Lil' Zaratul, and 'Door.' The

rest will purely depend on my mood.

"As for the organization that you established, I can also help you

maintain it. It's very fascinating and interesting.

"If you think this price isn't enough, then I can make you my Blessed.

Heh heh, are you not pretending that The Fool is the Angel of Time Amon

in the City of Silver? This can turn into a reality in the future. I

will lead them out of the Forsaken Land of the Gods and see the light

outside.

"When the time comes, you'll still have a chance to advance to Sequence

2 and become an angel."

*...This... This is practically taking over all my worries and

hardships. There are only benefits left...* Klein, who didn't

have a huge desire in becoming a true god and controlling Sefirah

Castle, heard his heart palpitate with excitement. If he hadn't known

that Amon was the number one master in deceit, he would've agreed to it

on the spot. But in the end, he still said without any expression, "Kill

me."

"Is that the only thing you know how to say?" Amon said without any

signs of anger. He looked at Klein with piqued amusement.

To "Him," this was a very interesting matter. It was completely

understandable that "He" would encounter difficulties during the

process. They only served to make success even more fulfilling and

delightful.

I'm just a heartless broken record... By lampooning, Klein

eased his depression and despair. Instead of answering, he asked, "How

do you know that the City of Silver thinks that you are The Fool?"

He didn't dare to say that the City of Silver still suspected that The

Fool was the god that Amon believed in, afraid that he would provoke

him.

Of course, if Amon was the type of person who would lose his

intelligence after being provoked, he definitely would've tried doing

so. This was because he now suspected that, after gaining initial

control of Sefirah Castle, he would be reborn above the gray fog after

his death. Unfortunately, Amon wasn't a King of Angels from the Storm

pathway, but a God of Trickery that gave even the true deities a

headache in the Fourth Epoch.

Amon laughed and said, "Do you think I only have two avatars in the City

of Silver? Since you, The Fool, and The Hanged Man have intervened, then

I'm happy to quietly watch from the sidelines."

*...The City of Silver is still accommodating Amon's avatar... Who's the

fellow who was "Parasitized"... Yes, previously, the members of the

Giant King's Court's exploration team weren't "Parasitized." This is

something that can be confirmed...* As his mind tensed up, Klein

felt that it was only natural. This was because Leonard had once told

him that seeing one Amon meant that there were a bunch of Amons lurking

around. It wouldn't just be a small handful.

Without much thought, Klein tried hard to come up with an attempt to

create an opportunity.

"You didn't rob me of my destiny directly because you can't handle it

right now?"

Amon nodded frankly and said, "Yes, that's why I want to make a deal

with you peacefully.

"But since you rejected my offer, I can only bring you to see my real

body, to a sufficiently safe place. Then, your destiny will be taken

away. When that happens, your ending will not be as good as I just said

earlier."

As he spoke, the black-haired, black-eyed man with a broad forehead and

thin face slowly got up and walked towards the door. With that, Klein

stood up and followed behind like a puppet.

As he reached out to open the door, Amon seemed to recall a question. He

pressed down on the crystal monocle and turned to look back at him.

"What's the fourth line of your Scholar of Yore honorific name?"

In mysticism, every existence's corresponding honorific name wasn't that

strict. As long as one used the correct format and certain descriptions

to narrow the scope to prevent any ambiguity, they could point towards

the corresponding hidden existence. This was also why quite a number of

heretics who knew anything about mysticism could randomly make up

honorific names while still receiving feedback.

Of course, if it wasn't for the honorific name given by the hidden

existence, there was no way to enjoy receiving "feedback." Whether they

established a connection or not depended on whether the existence was

interested in the supplicant.

Previously, Amon had used his understanding of the Scholar of Yore and

Gehrman Sparrow, and the powers of the Marauder pathway's Sequence 7

Cryptologist, to restore the full honorific name that could point

accurately to Gehrman Sparrow. However, "He" didn't attempt to pray and

use the "automatic response" to establish a connection to lock onto

Klein's location, because his godhood intuition told him that there was

a problem with the fourth sentence, dooming him to fail.

The fourth line of Klein's honorific name flashed across his mind, but

he had no intention of telling Amon.

At that moment, Amon opened his mouth and read out his thoughts:

"Protector of Backlund magic and drama performers..."

This so-called "Angel of Time" and "Blasphemer" fell silent for a few

seconds after saying it out loud.

Then, he smiled, very happily.

After laughing, Amon adjusted his monocle on his right eye and said with

a smile, "To be honest, this is all very interesting.

"Are you really not considering becoming my Blessed?"

Klein opened his mouth and gave a familiar answer:

"Kill me."