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Chapter 31 Amon (Page 1/2)

After parting with Klein, Serres did not follow him back to the tavern, but took a step out and crossed the space to Backlund.

　　The power of pioneering, kid.

　　[I admit that you look handsome now, but you looked really embarrassed when you secretly took the train to anchor a few days ago.]

　　This is also a tavern, the Backlund branch of the "End of the World" tavern. But it is not open yet.

　　Pushing open the door and walking out of the tavern, although Backlund is called the "City of Hope", its weather is obviously not as welcoming to outsiders as its name suggests.

　　Invisible airflow wrapped around Serres' head, blocking the haze outside. His attainments in [Mystery] are not very good, and completely fictionalizing a person is basically his limit. So he is going to recruit his first employee in this world today.

　　After all, he can't do everything himself.

　　[Gornes: I have an opinion.]

　　"I don't understand what you are saying."

　　[Transfer to manual. ]

　　Cerris was holding a compass, muttering something incomprehensible like "Looking for dragons and dividing gold, look at the winding mountains, each winding is a barrier."

　　[I am not well-educated, don't lie to me, are you sure you should use a compass at this time? ]

　　The compass needle suddenly moved and turned its head. A second later, it began to swing left and right, sometimes a little to the left, sometimes a little to the right.

　　"Hey, you want to run." Serris ran after it.

　　[Ah? Is this really useful? ]

　　Cerris quickly caught up with it. It was a stray dog with black and white hair. The dog's head was basically all black hair, except for a circle of white hair around the right eye socket. It looked like a pair of monocles.

　　At this time, the stray dog sat on the ground, with an innocent look in his eyes and his tail wagging. It did

　　n't look like he was desperately running to escape someone's clutches a few minutes ago. "I think, buddy, you must have some misunderstanding about me. You don't have to be so afraid of me." Serris walked in front of the stray dog, looked down at the stray dog, and spoke in a friendly tone.

　　He squatted down, holding a piece of broken glass and sticking it to the circle of the stray dog's right eye.

　　Seeing that his identity was completely exposed, the stray dog pulled out the broken glass with one claw, and his body began to swell and grow. Soon it turned into a man. The man was wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color. He had black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, a thin face, and a single-lens lens made of polished crystal on his right eye.

　　The man adjusted the single-lens lens on his right eye and said with a gentle smile: "Sir, it seems that we have never met before. I wonder what you want to see me for?"

　　Serres stretched out his hand and hooked Amon's neck, behaving intimately as if the two were friends who had known each other for a long time.

　　"I've roughly felt it. You are now... well, it seems that you are just a Sequence 4 parasite." Serres smacked his lips in disdain. "Your original body is the King of Angels. It's really stingy to only give you such a few extraordinary characteristics."

　　"Yes, yes," Amon nodded, as if he deeply agreed with Serres' words, "The original body is simply too much."

　　"Then don't you have any ideas? For example: 'Overthrow the tyranny of the original body, the world belongs to the clone'?" Serres' body shook, and Amon's body also shook.

　　Amon held his chin and pondered, as if considering the feasibility of this matter.

　　"Well..." He nodded thoughtfully, turned his head and looked at Serres: "But I can't beat Him, can you help me?"

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"Of course, buddy." Serris patted his chest and promised.

　　Amon snapped his fingers: "Well, when the time comes, I will trick my true form out, and we will work together from the inside and outside, and we will unite to form two breads and cheese..."

　　Serris hooked Amon's arm and shook it again: "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet. You can't steal my thoughts."

　　Amon laughed twice, and the next second, Amon quickly raised his hand and slapped the back of Serris's exposed hand. A "distance" that was stolen from nowhere slapped on the back of Serris's hand and on his skin. The

　　sudden "distance" should have been released from Serris's left hand to the point where Amon slapped, and should have quickly torn Serris's left hand apart, but in fact, Serris just cooperated and let his left hand be slapped away by Amon.

　　Amon pinched his eye sockets, not showing any expression for the sneak attack on Serres, but continued to talk to Serres with a smile: "In fact, this is just an insurance. After all, I need to know if you really want to help me fight against the main body, right?"

　　"Understandable," Serres spread his hands, "So should we continue to discuss your plan?"

　　Amon nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, but maybe we can bring more Amons to overthrow the main body."

　　"Really? That's great, then what about your Meng friends?"

　　"Haven't you heard that there are often more Amons around an Amon." Amon looked very surprised.

　　"Of course I know," Serres' smile was still as bright as ever, "So can you call them all out?"

　　Amon sighed: "Unfortunately, I am the 'Amon around Amon'. There are no other Amons around me."

　　Serres opened his mouth to say something, and suddenly felt that his clothes became heavy and hard, as if they had suddenly turned into iron.

　　This Sequence 4 Amon used his identity as "Amon" to steal the Sequence 3 Beyonder ability of "Deceiving the Mentor" and deceived Serris's clothes into thinking that he was a piece of iron.

　　The Amons came out from nowhere and started to "steal" Serris from all directions. Some of them were pedestrians on the roadside, some were birds flying overhead, and some were bugs in the soil. Even worse, they were microorganisms in the air.

　　But soon they found that they could not steal any abilities from Serris at all, and could only steal some unknown energy that they did not know what it was used for.

　　The Destiny Walkers are different from the Beyonders of the potion system. Their control of destiny depends entirely on self-development, but they do not have any fixed skills.

　　Then, the Amons felt that they seemed to have mastered some strange powers, but some of the Amons began to change. Some of them grinned and laughed; some grew vines on their bodies; some had flames on their bodies; some became stiff; some suddenly split into a land of time bugs...

　　The worst few seemed to have stolen the destiny power of nothingness and hunting.

　　The few who stole the void began to look blankly, standing there and stopped thinking. The hunting power seemed to regard them as prey, running wildly in their bodies, and the weaker Amon was torn to pieces on the spot.

　　"Oh~" Serres clapped his hands and cheered. He hadn't done anything yet. In the end, they started to mess around first.

　　It was really fun.

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The Amons who were dancing in a riot seemed to have difficulty adapting to the energy of destiny, but this was understandable. Even if the fire thieves stole extraordinary abilities, they were mainly driven by their own spirituality.

　　Although wild Amons have strong adaptability and no natural enemies. Because of this, they can survive and reproduce in large numbers in various extreme environments.

　　But this power from outside the world seems to be too much for them. If they just steal a little, it actually has no effect, but Serris wants to see what they will become after contacting destiny, so he completely lets go of his defense.

　　It's like a can with huge air pressure. If you insert a straw into it, it will be severely blown up by the gas sprayed out from it.

　　The Amons thought that it would be difficult to steal when facing such a strong man, so they all tried their best, but they got into trouble instead.

　　With a series of crackling sounds, the Amons who were unlucky enough to draw destruction, hunting, and nothingness turned into time insects and fell to the ground with crackling sounds. The other few who were luckier also ran away in various strange shapes.

　　A few time worms in a month, what's the point of playing with life? The life of the clone is also life! I'll make a few clones of the clones to test it out next time.

　　Only the Amon at the beginning was unharmed. He looked at Serres for a moment, and his figure flashed, and he disappeared abruptly. He stole the distance between himself and a street lamp across the street. When he came to the other side of the street, Amon's figure shrank rapidly and turned back into the stray dog he parasitized. He quickly disappeared in the crowd.

　　Serres did not stop him. He watched Amon escape, and looked back at the empty sky. He bent down and picked up a time worm and pinched it in his hand to play with it. He pinched it and it made a puffing sound, which was very fun.

　　Then, he scooped it up casually, and the dog parasitized by Amon appeared in his hand. He took the dog by the scruff of fate and took it to the tavern.

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Arriving at the tavern, Serres casually threw Amon onto the sofa and sat down face to face with Amon.

　　"Okay, I'll help you deal with the other Amons. It's time to talk about cooperation." Serres took out his mask and shook it in front of Amon.

　　Amon turned back to his original form again, sat on the sofa and looked at Serres' mask: "Mask? What does this mean?"

　　Serres laughed, stood up and walked to Amon, reached into the pocket of his robe, fumbled around, and took out a black mask.

　　The main body of the mask was black, with white paint on the facial features. There were twelve light golden translucent worms around the right eye, which were connected head to tail to form a circle.

　　Serres waved the mask in his hand with a smile: "You, you."

　　Amon reached out to take the mask back: "It seems that you know its origin?"

　　Serres raised his eyebrows: "Didn't He tell you?"

　　"He? No, no. I suddenly got this after having a dream."

　　"Really?" Serres sat down again, "It seems that I have to make up for you."

　　Amon pretended to listen attentively and looked at Serres. After a few seconds of silence without seeing Amon's expression, Serres was surprised: "You want to get it for free?"

　　Amon was also surprised: "Eh? So you didn't come here to explain to me? I thought you were the NPC who guides the novice village that Roselle said."

　　Then, he curled his lips: "Okay, then what should I pay?"

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"I plan to open a tavern in Backlund, and I want you to be my employee." Serris kindly poured Amon a glass of soda bean juice.

　　"You hire a thief as an employee?" Amon smiled, took a sip of the soda bean juice, and his expression suddenly froze.

　　"Ahem," Amon put down the cup, "Is this the specialty drink of your tavern?"

　　Serris changed the subject: "I don't care about most of the tavern's property, and I believe you don't care either. As for the small part of value that you can't steal."

　　"Really?" Amon cooperated very well and was diverted. He stole the taste in his mouth calmly and threw it out of the window.

　　"Aww..." The wailing and vomiting of innocent passers-by came from downstairs at a very timely moment.

　　Serris snapped his fingers, and a synthesizer appeared next to Serris. He spread his hands to indicate that Amon could try.

　　Amon stretched out his hand to grab the synthesizer, but the synthesizer failed to steal it. Instead, he grabbed a ball of blue, purple and green light.

　　Then, Amon's left hand, which was trying to steal, was cracked with wounds, as if it was cut by a sharp blade.

　　"That's it. The power of the patrol will punish you according to the extent of your theft."

　　"Patrol..." Amon pondered the word in his mouth, "How interesting." This time he did not steal the wound directly, but tried to cheat the wound to make it recover.

　　"Hmm... Can you help me take away this energy before continuing the conversation?" The ability to cheat was obviously ineffective.

　　Ceres took back the fate of the patrol: "Well, I will tell you something about them, some common sense on our side. After this, you will become my tavern employee, and I will provide you with shelter."

　　"I don't need your shelter." Amon looked at his recovered palm and was amazed.

　　"Really? You should have lost contact with the original body now." Serris didn't care about Amon's refusal. "After you get this mask, you are no longer His clone but a complete individual. How He will treat thieves other than Him, especially "interesting" thieves, I think you should know better than me, right?"

　　Amon was silent.

　　"That's why you calculated that I would help you get rid of the other Amons who were present at the time, right?"

　　Amon was silent for a long time again: "We need to define this employee."

　　Such an obvious loophole, Amon would not fail to find it.

　　"Of course."

　　...

　　After a period of negotiation, the two reached a certain degree of consensus.

　　Amon smiled: "Do you need to find a high-sequence of the Sun Path to sign a contract? I have a suitable candidate here."

　　"No, I have a more suitable... God's Chosen." Serris rejected Amon's "good intentions". He didn't think Amon would be so kind.

　　Amon raised his eyebrows, "God? Oh, this is really interesting."

　　"Well, before signing the contract, as a gift, I will tell you about the things that interest you." This is one of the conditions just discussed.

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"First, you need to clarify the concepts of [Star God] and [Destiny]."

　　"Star God..." Amon repeated the word.

　　"I know what you are thinking, it's not what you think."

　　"Really."

　　Serres put on a pair of black-framed glasses and pulled out a blackboard from somewhere: "Let's continue..."

　　After a while, Serres explained to Amon what destiny and Star God were.

　　Amon thought: "So, I am now on a happy destiny? Why haven't

　　I heard of these before?" "Maybe there was no such thing as destiny here?"

　　"There was no destiny?" Amon glanced at Serres, suddenly understood something, and laughed, "Roselle has written many novels, including time-travel novels."

　　"Maybe you can also call me an alien."

　　"Hmm..." Amon lowered his head and played with the mask in his hand, looking at the twelve lifelike time worms painted on it.

　　"Why? You want to experience it? Experience the power of this mask?"

　　"I'm a little curious." Amon didn't hide it. "

　　Hehe, let's sign the contract first. There will be plenty of time to play slowly in the future."

　　Amon looked up, not knowing what he was thinking: "Okay."

　　"Then next, it's time to sign the contract." Serres stood up.

　　"To the Star God?" Amon also stood up, and the two stood face to face.

　　"Yes."

　　Serres raised his hand, and a strange energy linked the two together. Amon suddenly felt that the scene around him became distorted, and distorted lines of various colors appeared in front of his eyes, making him a little dizzy.

　　Amon felt this new energy: "Which destiny's ability is this? Is it order?"

　　"It's harmony mixed with order." Serres explained.

　　Amon nodded, and Serres continued the ceremony, and the sound of harmony sounded from his mouth.

　　"O soul with three faces, please bear witness to our oath, and use hot iron to brand our tongues and palms, so that we cannot tell lies, make false oaths, or break oaths."

　　Serres wanted to use his own use of [Harmony] as a witness to tune himself and Amon and make an oath.

　　But after Serres opened his mouth, he felt the gaze, the gaze from across infinity.

　　Serres and Amon's consciousness became a little trance, and the thousand-faced, smiling, closed-eyed Hippie was reflected in their eyes.

　　He used Serres' identity as a harmonic note as the reference point, and Serres' prayers and calls as the guide, and the Harmony Star God descended into this universe.

　　It's bad, I'm an undercover. This is Serres' true thought.

　　[Oh, please come in, Master. ]

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"Is that the Star God of Order or Harmony?" Amon's hands were itching to steal something.

　　But in the end, he didn't do such a big thing.

　　"Tsk." Serris sighed with regret.

　　Xi Pei slowly opened his eyes and accepted the contract.

　　Serris patted Amon's shoulder, his face full of regret: "I thought you would steal something."

　　Amon looked at Serris: "Do you think I look like a fool?"

　　Serris smiled and didn't answer.

　　Amon was about to provoke him, but suddenly remembered that he seemed to be unable to beat him, so he shut up in a huff.

　　Serris looked at Amon's hesitant expression and asked with a bad taste: "Aren't you curious about the effect of the mask? Do you want me to try it with you?"

　　Amon turned around and left: "Let me see how to use your synthesizer."

　　...

　　A few more days passed, and a new Tarot meeting arrived.

　　"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." Audrey, who seemed to be in a hazy state, bowed and smiled. "It's a pity that there is no good wine here, otherwise I would have toasted to your successful attempt." She was referring to the ritual magic.

　　"You are much more powerful than we imagined." Alger Wilson also praised.

　　"Thank you very much, Mr. Fool, you really brought me a beautiful dream that day." Ceres followed closely behind, awakening some unpleasant memories of Mr. Fool.

　　Klein took a deep breath to calm himself. He was still surrounded by extremely thick gray fog. He pressed his right hand lightly and spoke as if he was answering an ordinary question:

　　"Very good, this shows that we are on a fruitful path. If you have something to do and can't get away on Monday afternoon, then hold the ceremony in advance and inform me. Well, you just need to change the content of the spell such as 'I wish for a good dream' to a specific reason."

　　"Okay." Audrey nodded briskly. Then several people handed in their diaries.

　　Just like last week, Klein still started with the ones handed in by Alger and Audrey.

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"On July 9, I suddenly thought of an interesting question. Since the Sequence Path is also called God's Favor and God's Path, why is the stone tablet that records the complete 22 Sequence Paths called the Profane Stone Tablet..."

　　"On July 12, I learned a fact today that the Sealed Objects are an important part of the church's strength, even though some of them are very, very dangerous..."

　　"On July 14, I met the mysterious Mr. Zarat again. He turned out to be the leader of the ancient organization, the Secret Order..."

　　Just as Klein was reading the diary, Audrey looked up and began to observe habitually. She looked around and recalled the words that the few people had just said.

　　Audrey was suddenly startled and her eyes moved to Ceres.

　　"Mr. Demon, it seems that what was spoken at that time was not Loenese... But... How did I understand it?"

　　Audrey fell into a brainstorm.

　　After reading the diaries presented by the two, Klein saw the Emperor's words: "Fuck you for smiling without saying a word. When I become a high-sequence expert, I will beat up every 'fortune teller' I see!"

　　Klein gave a fair evaluation: "Rest in peace, Emperor." He

　　continued to flip through the pages, and what Serres presented was all Roselle's history of hunting for women. Klein flipped through them quickly, reading them purely as a pornographic book. Until he saw the last picture, Klein's eyes suddenly widened and he took a breath of cold air.

　　"Roselle tastes really good."

　　PS: I changed several versions based on the readers' suggestions, but I got stuck. Of course, I'm not saying that the readers' suggestions are bad, but it turns out that my level is still not good enough. So I plan to change it back to the original version. I'm going to go crazy! I'm going to go crazy!

　　The author is going to be driven crazy by the bullshit calculus, I'm going to fail the course.

　　The author wants to see the big mess of the Masked Fool, Gudako, Tzeentch's Chosen, and the Way of Forgetting.

　　The author wants to see Frank crossbreed beef, fish, rose bishop, and greenskin.

　　Waaaaaaaaagh!

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Klein felt his cerebellum shrink a little.

　　Not sure, take another look.

　　"Roselle tastes really good."

　　Klein took a breath and contributed his part to global warming. He felt his brain trembling, and felt that his face must be twisted together.

　　If it weren't for the gray fog blocking it, Klein would definitely be exposed now.

　　"No, no, no, don't be preconceived. What if this second senior traverser is a woman? If so, it wouldn't be so outrageous."

　　Klein quickly broke free from his shock and continued to read the diary in his hand.

　　"On April 6, I got the witch card in the blasphemy card, and used the ability of fantasy embodiment to manifest Roselle dressed as a witch on it."

　　Klein felt that the classic brainstorming bgm of his previous life sounded in his mind.

　　But you didn't have to cut me off. Makeoutlikeitneverhappened...

　　"On April 7, I found that the witch Roselle was so charming and domineering, and could even turn into a little boy. It was great!"

　　At this time, Serres's consciousness also extended to Klein's side, accompanying him to read the amazing work he wrote.

　　[It was difficult, but I did it.]

　　"It's human nature." Serres expressed his affirmation to Erha in his heart.

　　[It's actually very difficult to achieve in actual combat.]

　　"On the contrary." Serres's XP had already risen to a new height.

　　[In fact, it's not the case.]

　　"On April 10, I plan to look for the Mother Card in the Blasphemy Card. Hehehe, I think that the wife Roselle is still charming."

　　"On April 12, I found that there was a big problem with the Mother Card. It seems that I need to pay attention to it. But so what? A hero can't escape from the battlefield."

　　"On April 21, I finally found it for me. Okay, I'll join."

　　The diary ended here. The short five-paragraph diary shocked Klein's brain over and over again.

　　Is this... right? Is this wrong?

　　However, Klein quickly skipped over the insignificant little things and found the key to the problem.

　　Why can Mr. Devil always find the diary of the traveler that does not belong to Roselle, but others cannot? Could it be that Mr. Devil is also a traveler and wrote this himself? Klein plans to do some divination after the Tarot Club is over.

　　He dispersed the diary in his hand.

　　"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

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"It's our honor." Alger lowered his posture.

　　When it came to the free conversation session, Audrey asked Serris curiously: "Mr. Demon, I found that you didn't seem to speak Rune language or any other language I know, but I could always understand it. Is this some extraordinary ability?" "

　　Have you discovered it now? I thought you would find it only after you completely digested the audience potion." Serris touched his chin and praised Audrey's observation.

　　In order to prevent Klein from noticing the problem, Serris has been speaking Xianzhou language since he arrived. This is the common language of the Xianzhou Alliance.

　　"Hmm?" Alger frowned and asked a questioning voice.

　　Ah? Klein didn't move, as if he had discovered it a long time ago, but his heart was not calm.

　　Klein and Alger began to think carefully. When Ceirius spoke, it seemed that he did not speak a language that they were familiar with. However, because they could understand it, they subconsciously translated Ceirius' words into the runes that they were familiar with.

　　Ceirius nodded slightly: "It's actually very simple. We have a kind of... extraordinary item called synesthesia beacon, which can easily solve the language problem."

　　Through the fog that completely blocked his vision, he saw Audrey's eyes suddenly brightened, and he added: "It can only make others understand what you say and what others say. It can't help you turn your words into extraordinary languages."

　　"Oh," Audrey was a little disappointed, but her tone became cheerful again, "That's also amazing."

　　Then, she asked about the Psychological Alchemy Society and where to find the Psychological Alchemy Society.

　　Alger reminded Audrey not to be too ambitious, and that digesting the potion honestly was what she should do.

　　When Audrey wondered how long it would take to digest it completely, Klein immediately found an opportunity to show off, saying that it would take one to six months, and she would know naturally after digesting it.

　　[At this time, we have to mention a certain three-year true god and five-year old day.]

　　Then, Audrey asked if she could recommend other people to join the Tarot Club, which made the old man nervous, thinking that Audrey wanted to expand her sphere of influence.

　　When Audrey had no questions, Alger shared the information about the real Creator.

　　As a beacon of fate, Klein revealed His nature without any information: "Fallen Creator."

　　This equal tone made Alger and Audrey's imaginations crazy.

　　In the end, they concluded that Mr. Fool was likely a true god, an ancient being that was reviving.

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