"Error"... bug... So this is the essence of the Marauder pathway? Klein gained some understanding while also confirming one thing.
That is, the Ancient Sun God, the Creator of the City of Silver, Amon's father, truly came from Earth.
The word Amon had spoken just now was standard English!
"Fellow countryman, your two kids have made my life a living hell... If only they were like Bernadette..." Klein complained inwardly while asking with curiosity:
"Are you going to exploit the... loophole of this dream world?"
Klein held himself back from using the word "bug," lest his perfectly normal accent arouse Amon's suspicion and needlessly reveal a trump card.
Faced with a King of Angels who could steal his thoughts and parasitize him on a deep level, his trump cards were few and far between. Every single one had to be used wisely, and might just produce a miraculous effect at the right time.
At this moment, Amon had already walked outside the Black Monastery.
With one hand in his pocket, He made the heavy doors swing open by themselves without doing anything, as if welcoming an honored guest.
"You can think of it that way, but it's actually a bit more complicated than that." Amon didn't show any of the majesty of a "Blasphemer" as He leisurely answered Klein's question. "This dream world itself doesn't have errors, or rather loopholes. It's just that due to the clash of various residual divine powers, some places are rather chaotic, and I can use this chaos to create a loophole."
As the tall main door, designed for giants, was fully opened, Amon pinched his monocle, walked through the hall, and went deeper inside.
In the process, He smiled and gave a further explanation:
"You should be well aware that this monastery is made up of individual dreams stitched together."
"Yeah, dreams from different beings in the Battlefield of the Gods," Klein thought for a moment and added, "Or perhaps remnants of past dreams."
At this moment, the man and the angel were walking down a winding black staircase. The light of dusk streamed in through the high stained glass, bringing a fiery sacredness.
Amon stroked the human skull relief on the handrail and smiled as he admired everything around him:
"Normally, wherever you enter this dream world from, you'll wake up there, regardless of whether you are in the dreams of other beings in other seas."
Klein couldn't nod, so he could only express his view with words:
"Right."
"And after I create a loophole, I can enter another dream and awaken at the corresponding location. Obviously, this monastery is much smaller than the ruined sea outside, its structure is more compact. Maybe in a few minutes, we'll reach our destination." Amon's tone carried a hint of pleasure.
For Him, creating and using loopholes itself seemed to be a joyful thing.
…This… Amon was able to quickly pass through the Battlefield of the Gods this way. Not a week or two, but even an hour or two wouldn't be wasted… As expected of a King of Angels, the "Blasphemer" of the Fourth Epoch… The faint hope Klein had just felt vanished into thin air.
Unsure if Amon intentionally didn't mention it earlier to enjoy the process of the target's hopes bubbling up only to be popped, or if He simply didn't care about such trivial matters, Klein could only suppress his strong disappointment and ask:
"Are you going to the key dream that supports this illusory world?"
He remembered the "Mystery Queen" Bernadette mentioned that she didn't even dare to enter beyond the black wooden door at the deepest part of the monastery.
"Not me, us." Amon answered with a smile.
He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, raised his hand to adjust the position of his monocle, and asked with great interest:
"Why did you put a monocle on your puppet? "It saved me the trouble of preparing one myself."
"..." Klein was embarrassed for a second, and after thinking for another second, decided to answer truthfully, "Not long ago, in order to digest the Faceless potion, I deliberately put on this monocle in front of the 'Red Angel' evil spirit."
Amon, who was walking down the stairs step by step, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Klein, and a smile gradually spread across his face.
"Very creative."
This "Angel of Time" then said thoughtfully:
"So Medici is not completely dead yet. Next time, if I encounter Him, I will turn into you and wear the monocle again in front of Him."
"...Poor Sauron Einhorn Medici... You are a complete King of Angels, do you have to be this boring? ...Is this the so-called 'God of Mischief'?" Klein was filled with emotion and didn't know what to say.
Amon pressed his crystal monocle and asked instead:
"Were you wearing the monocle on your left eye that time?"
"How did you know?" Klein was startled, thinking Amon had already stolen that scene from the Fog of History.