Part 6 The Light-Exporter Chapter 11 The Countdown

　　Well done …… In the face of Amon’s “praise”, Klein tried to squeeze out a smile and responded politely:

　　”Thank you.”

　　Frankly speaking, he would have preferred to hear cursing than “praise”, which at least meant that he was close to success.

　　Of course, Klein suspected that even if he did get away, Amon wouldn’t be furious; given the character of the “God of Mischief”, he probably found it too much fun and excitement on the one hand, but on the other hand, he was inevitably a bit frustrated and disappointed, and couldn’t wait to move on to the next round.

　　”Being able to think of using the ‘Gate’ to interfere with me is a great improvement.” Amon laughed without a care in the world, “But don’t you think that when the ‘door’ is open, I’ll be in a relatively alert state, and actually not so easily affected by accidents?”

　　Klein thought about it for a moment and replied seriously:

　　”I thought so at first, but then I thought that you should be able to grasp this state of mind of mine and believe that I wouldn’t dare to take action when you opened the ‘door’, and at this time, trying it might work wonders.”

　　Actually doing it when others think you won’t is also a strategy.

　　In a previous life, Klein had been exposed to a similar game of levels of thought, and had gotten his head wrapped around it.

　　”What if I thought of that level too?” Amon smiled and pushed down the bottom edge of his monocle with his knuckles.

　　At the same time, those secret puppets belonging to Klein that were still alive took out the crystal-carved monocle from their bodies out of the void one after another, put it on to the right eye position, and looked at Klein in unison.

　　It was a look that made Klein’s scalp vaguely numb, realizing that the connection between the secret puppets and himself was instantly broken.

　　”It’s an improvement, but failure always carries some penalty.” Amon smiled and turned around, walking towards the church.

　　As K stepped out, one by one, those secret puppets showed a smile and stiffened and collapsed, which caused Klein’s soul to be torn apart over and over again, and the veins in the corners of his forehead appeared to bulge and contract in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

　　Enduring this pain, Klein stood still and slowed down for a while before barely calming down.

　　During this process, although he had been in the depths of darkness, he had neither encountered a terrifying monster’s attack nor transformed into a hidden state.

　　Amon somehow stole the hidden divine power within this city-state? If I try to self-terminate, then surely even my thoughts will be stolen …… Still not enough preparation, ah, not enough grasp of Amon to put into consideration the things that k had stolen before …… Really didn’t expect that k would release the relics of the Divine War that he stole from the “Daylight”…… What else did k steal in the past and store in his body, I have no way of knowing, so I can’t make targeted preparations ……The monocle is a container for storing stolen things, which itself belongs to Amon’s body. The monocle is a container for things stolen, and is itself part of Amon? So, every time K “parasite” can take out a monocle …… Klein rubbed the corner of his forehead, re-entered the church, looked at the light door in front of the Amon, as if casually asked:

　　”Why do you have so many monocles? Where do you usually keep them?”

　　Amon stroked the monocle over his right eye and laughed without much concern:

　　”Why don’t you ask me why each doppelganger has eyes and where they are usually kept?”

　　”…… I see.” Klein nodded with some realization.

　　Amon returned his gaze to the swirling door of light that hadn’t yet subsided, and said idly:

　　”I always got the impression that the essence of your operation was a major preparation rather than an attempt.

　　”What little maneuver did you make during that earlier?”

　　Klein responded with deliberation and an unchanged smile:

　　”You guess.”

　　”I did have a certain guess, do you think I got it right?” Amon asked rhetorically, pinching the top and bottom edges of his monocle with interest.

　　”Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” Without giving a definitive answer at all, Klein cooperatively stepped up next to Amon and watched as K reached out again, pressing against the pale white door of light.

　　Above the door of light, ripples rippled once more, growing more violent and exaggerated.

　　After ten seconds or so, the ripples rendered the surrounding area, causing the light door to expand a full two times.

　　Amon glanced at Klein, signaling him to step forward.

　　Instinctively, Klein turned back and looked up around the church.

　　Outside the area illuminated by the glow of the leather lanterns, some of the extraordinary traits left behind by the aberrant monsters were shimmering – not all of them had been extraordinary in life, and a large portion of the power of those originally ordinary people transformed into monsters came from the darkness, from the Fall, and didn’t belong to itself, and there were no traits that could be parsed out.

　　”Almost forgot.” Amon, who had followed him around the circle, suddenly shook his head and laughed.

　　As soon as K’s words left his mouth, a mass of extraordinary characteristics floated up and threw themselves into K’s body, fusing with him as one, leaving only a small amount still in place.

　　”The majority of those who actively transformed into monsters were ‘apprentice’ pathway Extraordinary and their families who had access to the dark side of the city-state.” Amon retracted his gaze and spoke casually.

　　Even if it was an extraordinary characteristic of a similar pathway, it would still be a problem to “eat” it so directly, shouldn’t it only be able to jump to a higher level of a similar pathway? It’s also backward compatible? Klein looked a bit baffled and asked in doubt:

　　”Won’t this accumulate insanity?”

　　It was more than a matter of cumulative insanity, Klein suspected that if he did this himself, there was no small chance that he would go straight to half-madness.

　　”Others would.” Amon laughed and said, “I wouldn’t.”

　　What a bug …… Klein couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

　　Then, the distance between him and the light door disappeared.

　　Subconsciously, he forgot the remnants of the extraordinary characteristics of the “God of Death” pathway and entered the mutated light door together with Amon.

　　The endless deep darkness mixed with the writhing linear light, giving Klein a sense of weightlessness.

　　Ten or so seconds later, he found himself and Amon in a square, the dim glow of the leather lanterns seemingly prevented by an invisible force from illuminating only half of their original range.

　　Lightning streaked across the sky, brightening the surroundings for a moment.

　　With the help of this lightning, Klein saw a broken statue standing around the square, either with their hands tied behind their backs, or with their bodies wrapped in thorn roses, or in the form of mummies, which visually gave people the feeling of “bondage”.

　　”This was originally a city-state that believed in the Fae King.” Amon was like a qualified tour guide, introducing the “attractions” for Klein, “They are very interesting, usually they are restrained and quiet, like ascetics, but once they meet their prey or at a certain moment, they will explode with bloodthirsty and murderous desires, as you can imagine, on the night of the full moon, this is a city with werewolves walking around. walking city of werewolves.”

　　It seems that the original concept of the fae also had moderation …… and then it was all distorted by the “Mother Tree of Desire” …… Klein took a few more looks with the help of the new round of lightning and asked thoughtfully:

　　”The Fae King’s image is close to a mummy?”

　　”No, k is an ugly, twisted male, but likes to wrap thorns and thorny roses around himself.” Amon snorted.

　　…… Klein took the opportunity to ask:

　　”What kind of idols do your followers worship?

　　”In the occult, your symbol is a clock plus the ‘worm of time’?”

　　Amon scratched his chin:

　　”Theoretically, my devotees are all myself, and I don’t need to go to all that trouble to erect an idol.”

　　My believers are all myself …… Fortunately, I now have Daniz as a familiarity …… Klein suddenly realized that he and Amon are still quite similar in some aspects.

　　Of course, I said “my believers are myself” belongs to the funny story, Amon said “my believers are myself” is a thriller, the style difference is still quite large …… Klein finally In his heart, he laughed to himself.

　　Amon continued as he walked forward:

　　”However, in my father’s time, quite a number of people would follow the belief in me, some of them started from the name ‘Angel of Time’ and molded my idol with clock related symbols, some of them based on the appellation ‘God of Mischief’ , making my image with a raven covered in mystical patterns, and some have made a combination of the two.”

　　Speaking of this, Amon, who wore a monocle, suddenly turned his head sideways, glanced at Klein, and sketched the corners of his mouth:

　　”There are no more than three days of traveling left until the final destination.”

　　That is to say, the time left for me is only three days …… Klein nearly fell back and drew in a cool breath, the psychological pressure suddenly increased, giving him a feeling that his nerves were about to be crushed.

　　He hadn’t yet judged what Amon’s true purpose was in playing this game, and hadn’t yet found any traces of the other party driving him to do something, which meant that he couldn’t grasp the key and find a real chance to get out of the trap.

　　The performance of Amon’s doppelganger just now made him realize that he might not even be able to last ten seconds in front of K without being truly prepared.

　　In the midst of his electric thoughts, Klein fell silent and followed Amon out of the square covered with traces of destruction.

　　……

　　Inside the harbor of Pritz, where pedestrians are few and far between and many houses are covered with traces of fire, the “Mysterious Queen” Bernadette, who is holding her chestnut-colored hair, puts the newspaper in her hand on the table.

　　The front page of the Tasok newspaper carried the weighty news of the king’s assassination, and claimed that the assassin had come from Forsak or Intis.

　　”This is not stopping the disaster, nor is it exacerbating it ……,” Bernadette muttered to herself with a slightly strained expression.

　　After a moment of contemplation, she lifted the spread tablecloth and wrapped it around her, then loosened her fingers and allowed it to stretch out on its own.

　　This time, the coffee cups, quills, newspapers, and other things inside the tablecloth disappeared, and what appeared were silver candles and other ritual-related items.

　　Bernadette then performed the ritual and summoned up Germaine Sparrow’s messenger.

　　As a collaborator, she felt the need to inquire about the other party to see if there was anything else she needed help with in the aftermath.

　　As soon as the ceremony was over, out of the swollen candle flame stepped Renette Tynecol, carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads, dressed in a long, somber, complicated dress, with nothing above her neck.

　　Bernadette’s eyelids fluttered imperceptibly, and she whirled around to pick up the letter and a gold coin that she had prepared long ago, and handed it to the messenger.

　　One of Renette Tignicole’s heads bit into the letter and the gold coin, while the others looked at the “mysterious queen” for a few seconds.

　　She looked back and stepped into the void, but just as Bernadette was about to put away the tablecloth, the messenger lady suddenly reappeared.

　　kTwo of the blonde, red-eyed heads spoke in turn:

　　”He ……” “is missing ……”