Chapter 1153 "Error"

Hearing Klein's answer, Amon smiled and shook his head. As he reached out to open the door, he casually asked, "How did you come up with that honorific name?"

"It has to be somewhat relevant to me, but also prevent others from using the automatic response triggered by prayers to lock onto me. There aren't many such honorifics." Since he was already exposed, Klein had no reason to hide anything. Besides, he hoped to seize any possible opportunity through this kind of dialogue.

At the same time, his thoughts raced as he considered how to save himself:

"I'm deeply 'parasitized.' Any thought that goes against Amon can be sensed and noticed by Him...

"Today is Saturday, and Monday is almost here. If Mr. 'Fool' ends the Tarot gathering without any major warning, the other members will definitely be panicked, nervous, and confused. Among them, the one who knows how to contact 'World' will surely try to summon the messenger to ask about the reason. Once the messenger lady gets close to me, she'll discover Amon's existence. Then, using the 'Yesterday Once More' charm to restore herself to peak condition, she has a decent chance of rescuing me from this clone of Amon with full angelic power...

"The most important thing for me now is to hold on and 'survive' these two days!

"By the way, since Amon can't steal my fate right now, why did He try to make a peaceful deal earlier? Even if I agreed, He wouldn't dare let me go above the Gray Fog to make the agreement, because that would mean I'm out of His control and could use the 'Sefirah Castle' to effectively purify and counterattack the 'parasite'...

"Could it be that the 'agreement' itself is a switch, requiring no further process?

"Amon deliberately left that out...

"As expected, He's tricking me!"

Just as Klein seized a glimmer of hope and decided to stall as much as possible during the two days, Amon's attention was still on the honorific that even an angel couldn't have thought of.

As He walked out the door, He scratched His chin and asked, "Did you provide protection for magic and theater performances in Backlund?"

"I protected a 'Master of Tricks'..." With a plan in mind, Klein was more cooperative than before and answered briefly, "I myself am a 'Magician' and have 'performed' many times in Backlund."

The monocle-wearing Amon nodded. "That barely holds up."

He then walked out of the hotel room, down the stairs, and onto the street. Klein followed like a servant, his movements perfectly normal.

Looking around, Amon touched his monocle and sighed with a smile. "How disappointing."

"What are you disappointed about?" Klein asked, puzzled.

I'm already captured by you, what do you have to be disappointed about?

Amon adjusted his silk top hat and kept smiling. "Guess. If you guess right, I can make your ending a bit better."

Klein didn't believe His promise at all. To avoid being tricked into revealing more secrets, he simply shook his head. "I can't guess."

"No fun." Amon gave a brief evaluation, then clenched His right fist and lightly tapped His monocle.

From passersby on the street, trees along the road, sparrows on the roofs, rats in muddy corners, and various invisible creatures in the air, illusionary insect-like figures flew out and, like stardust, converged toward Amon.

This Son of God's level instantly rose to that of an Angel.

Meanwhile, Klein's left hand rose, and the human-skin glove suddenly became transparent.

This was the activation of "Teleportation."

——At this moment, among Klein's clothes, only "Creeping Hunger" was real; the rest he had transformed with the abilities of "Faceless" and the glove, using flesh and blood as material.

...Seeing that "Travel" was about to begin, Klein froze and blurted out, "Why didn't you teleport in the room?"

Amon taking him away from Backlund was something he had expected—after all, this was a place where even a King of Angels had to be cautious—but Klein couldn't understand why He had opened the door, gone downstairs, and left the hotel normally.

Amon's eyes from behind the monocle glanced at Klein, and the corners of His mouth slowly lifted. "I already answered you. What a shame that you didn't seek help from Pallez."

The face of this "Angel of Time" showed a clear smile, but His black eyes had not a trace of emotion, sending a chill down Klein's spine.

"He... He's sure that I have a connection with Pallez Zoroast? Because of what happened last time? No, stop!" Klein tried to meditate, forcing himself not to think, to prevent Amon from stealing his thoughts.

Amon glanced indifferently at the panicked passersby on the street and looked up at the gray sky. "I'll have to wait until next time. The most important thing now is to take you to that place."

As He spoke, the figures of Klein and Amon simultaneously became transparent and disappeared in front of the hotel, and none of the passersby found anything unusual.

After passing through countless spirit world beings with indescribable forms and overlapping patches of thick colors, Klein and Amon appeared above the sea.

Below their feet was a massive fissure where the blue seawater was cut off, falling vertically like a waterfall into the bottomless "Darkness" but never filling it.

This was the entrance to the Ruins of the God War.

Something stirred in Klein's heart, and he asked, "Are you taking me to the 'God Forsaken Land'?"

Amon's monocle already reflected the magnificent "waterfall." He nodded slightly and answered in a casual tone, "Exactly. Once we get there, even your messenger won't be able to sense you through the contractual connection."