Part 6 The Light Pathfinder Chapter 3 The Twilight Passage

　　”Bug”……Bug……Is this the nature of the Stealer pathway? While Klein’s realization dawned on him, he was also certain of one thing.

　　That is, the ancient sun god, Silver City Creator, Amon’s father, really came from Earth.

　　The word that Amon uttered just now was standard English!

　　Old country, your two children can make me suffer …… Both like Bernadette would be good …… Klein spat in his heart while asking with quite a bit of curiosity:

　　”You are going to utilize this dream world, loophole?”

　　Klein controlled himself and didn’t use “Bug” to express himself, lest his overly normal accent arouse Amon’s suspicion and reveal a card for nothing.

　　Facing such a king of angels who could steal his thoughts and parasitize him at a deep level, his cards were few and far between, and he had to utilize every single one of them to his advantage, so that he might be able to produce a miraculous effect at some point.

　　By this time, Amon had walked outside the Black Abbey.

　　With one hand in his pocket, K let the heavy gate open on its own without making any movement, as if welcoming the arrival of an honored guest.

　　”You can think so, but it’s actually a little more complicated than that.” Amon didn’t show the majesty of a “blasphemer” at all, and answered Klein’s question leisurely and casually, “There are no mistakes or loopholes in this dream world itself, it’s just that due to the conflict of various remnants of the divine power, certain places seem to be rather chaotic, and I was able to take advantage of this chaos to create a loophole.”

　　With the tall front door for the giants fully open, Amon squeezed the monocle he wore and moved forward past the hall and deeper into the interior.

　　In the process, K grinned and offered further explanation:

　　”As you should be well aware, this abbey is pieced together from one dream to the next.”

　　”Well, dreams from different beings of the Divine War Ruins.” Klein thought for a moment and added, “It could also be the remnants of certain dreams from the past.”

　　At that moment, a man and an angel were walking down a black staircase that wound downward, the light of dusk shining in through the stained glass high above, bringing a fiery red sanctity.

　　Amon touched the relief of a human skull on the handrail and smiled as he took in his surroundings:

　　”Normally, wherever you enter this dream world is where you’ll be when you wake up, whether or not you’re in the dreams of other beings in other seas.”

　　Klein couldn’t nod his head, but could only express himself in words:

　　”Right.”

　　”And after I create the loophole, I can awaken in the corresponding location by entering another dream, and apparently this monastery is much smaller and more compact than the ruined ocean outside, so maybe in a few minutes, we’ll be able to reach our destination.” Amon’s tone took on a bit of pleasure.

　　To k, creating and utilizing loopholes seemed to be a joy in itself.

　　…… This …… Amon was able to use this method to quickly pass through the Divine War Ruins, not to mention a week or two, not even an hour or two would be wasted …… Worthy of being the King of Angels, the Fourth Age of the “Blasphemer”…… The glimmer of hope that Klein had just generated again instantly dissolved into nothingness.

　　He didn’t know whether Amon had deliberately not stated this in advance as a way to enjoy the process of his target’s bubbles of hope being flooded and miserably popped over and over again, or whether he simply didn’t care about such a trivial matter, and could only control his intense frustration by saying:

　　”You’re going to be in the key dream that supports this unreal world?”

　　He remembered Bernadette, the Queen of Mystery, mentioning that she was afraid to go behind the black wooden door in the deepest part of the abbey.

　　”Not me, us.” Amon replied with a smile.

　　K seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his hand to adjust the position of his monocle, and asked with interest:

　　”Why would you put a piece of monocle on the body of a secret puppet?

　　”It keeps me from even having to prepare it myself.”

　　”……” Klein was embarrassed for a second, then thought for another second, and decided to answer truthfully, “Not too long ago, in order to digest the ‘Trickster Mage’ magic potion, I purposely wore this monocle in front of the ‘Red Angel’ evil spirit.”

　　Amon, who was descending step by step along the stairs, suddenly paused and glanced sideways at Klein, a little smile emerging and said:

　　”Very thoughtful.”

　　The Angel of Time then said thoughtfully:

　　”Medici that guy is not dead, wait for the next time, if I meet k, I want to become your appearance, in front of k, once again wear a monocle.”

　　…… Poor Soren Einhorn Medici …… you a complete king of angels, to not be so boring ah …… this is called ” God of Mischief”? Klein listened to a burst of emotion, and did not even know what to say.

　　Amon pressed the crystal carved monocle and turned to ask:

　　”You were wearing these glasses on your left eye?”

　　”How do you know?” Klein was startled, thinking that Amon had stolen the scene from the mists of history.

　　”How do I know?” Amon said with a smile, “There are two possibilities, one is deduced from the fact that you are low in sequence, definitely not a match for that Medici guy, and are afraid of disguising yourself too much like the real thing and encountering a fatal subconscious attack, and the other is that, if you had the intention of imitating me and accomplished the imitation correctly, then I might be able to detect the incident with the help of ripples created by fate, and since I didn’t find out, that would mean that the monocle was worn in the wrong place.

　　”Guess which one is possible.”

　　…… I will choose the most dangerous one that is possible, whether it is true or false …… In this way, I will be more careful and prudent in similar things in the future …… Of course, first there has to be a future …… Because Amon had not acted vicious and oppressive before, Klein had actually unconsciously let his guard down a little, thinking that the other party was a very nice king of angels, and now he was abruptly alerted to the fact that this was the trait of a top-notch fraudster!

　　”The second possibility.” Klein gave his answer.

　　Amon didn’t bother to answer whether he had guessed correctly or not, and finished the stairs to the bottom floor of the abbey, stopping in front of a black wooden door covered in strange patterns.

　　”I’ve been here before, and once this door is fully opened, the power inside will shatter the entire dream world.” Klein volunteered, trying to extract more of the hidden history from Amon.

　　Amon probed the handle and spoke with little expression on his thin face as he twisted it:

　　”This is my father’s last dream, corresponding to the location where k fell.”

　　…… The ruins of the Divine War is the battlefield where the “Redemption Rose” attacked the ancient sun god, the source of the cataclysm? Klein’s spirit tightened as he listened, and his thoughts raced.

　　For this answer, after understanding the composition of the “Redemption Rose”, compared to the various anomalies within the ruins of the Divine War, he already had a corresponding guess, and now is not too shocked, but the “Ancient Scholars” magic potion appeared to a certain degree of digestion.

　　Immediately afterward, he felt an indescribable sigh of relief.

　　This was the closest he had ever been to the Ancient Sun God.

　　–Previously, when he saw it through the “Dream Divination”, it was a long time ago.

　　Ancient Sun God and Rossel the Great are both protagonists of an era, but in the end they both ended in disgrace, with tragic endings……. Rossel still has the means of resurrection left behind, I wonder if this former “Creator” has a similar arrangement! …… “Dark Angel” Sasriel? “The Real Creator”? In the midst of Klein’s thoughts, Amon opened the black wooden door covered with strange patterns.

　　Inside was an ocean, illuminated by the harsh sunlight, and the water seemed to harbor a large, rich golden color.

　　Klein didn’t understand what this large swathe of rich gold color represented last time, but now he had a preliminary idea:

　　That was the blood of the ancient sun god!

　　Before he died, he was affected by the power of “night” and fell into a dream world, dreaming that he was torn apart and blood stained the sea.

　　Clang!

　　As the black wooden door opened, an unimaginably strong aura permeated out, causing the entire abbey to shake visibly, as if it had been hit by an earthquake that could destroy the world.

　　In the spilled dust and collapsed stone bricks, Amon and Klein passed through the wooden door and entered that golden ocean.

　　Klein then felt his spiritual body melting and his spirit evaporating, and within seconds, he would become the sustenance of this dream world.

　　At this time, blazing white pure light erupted from Amon’s crystal-carved monocle, causing the dream world to shatter instantly.

　　K returned the stolen daylight to the Divine Battle Ruins, causing the place to transition from night to day at once!

　　At the same time, k and Klein’s figures became slightly transparent, and then, directly appeared in the mid-air of an ocean dyed golden.

　　Here, there was a high temperature that exceeded Klein’s imagination, but it wasn’t as dangerous as in the dream world.

　　Or rather, this ocean in the core area of the Divine Battle Ruins was divided into safety zones due to the clash of various divine powers, so as long as one didn’t explore blindly, not much would go wrong.

　　In the next second, Amon’s monocle adsorbed all the surrounding light again, making itself extremely bright.

　　Daylight was stolen away and darkness fell once again, Amon and Klein re-entered the dream world after landing on an island that was in a safe zone.

　　This time, they appeared outside the black wooden door covered in strange patterns.

　　Amon squared the monocle he wore over his right eye and gave a slight tug with his left hand, stealing away the distance between here and where the abbey door was.

　　At the same time, he and Klein took a step forward, away from the monastery, to the edge of the cliff, opposite the projection of the “Court of the Giants” frozen in the dusk.

　　Klein thought that Amon would follow the process and pronounce the appropriate honorific name, but K just raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

　　The sea of clouds separating the two peaks instantly boiled and parted to the left and right, revealing a dark gap whose bottom could not be seen.

　　The opposite side of the “Giant’s Court” projection steeply attracted all the dusk rays, letting them rush forward and fill the deep gap.

　　As a result, an orange-red path of light appeared between the two peaks, amidst the sea of drifting clouds.

　　”Let’s go.” With a low chuckle, Amon leapt forward off the cliff and landed in the hunches of his clothing towards the passageway that the dusk had congealed into.

　　Unable to resist, Klein could only follow and jump off the cliff.