In the God's Fallen Land, there were no roads in the normal sense in most places, but it wasn't too difficult to walk, because large stretches were desolate wilds, and deep black was the dominant color.
On the wilds, occasionally tenacious plants could be seen, grotesque and extremely twisted; Klein had no way of distinguishing their original forms.
Around them, in places not reached by the lantern light, the darkness seemed to have a life of its own, deep and silent, as if it were writhing, ready to devour everything it covered.
As an "Ancient Scholar," Klein only needed a glance out of the corner of his eye to see "Spirit Threads" extending from the deep darkness around him—illusory, fine, countless, indicating that a huge number of monsters lurked in the dark.
These monsters were extremely quiet, simply watching
Klein looked straight ahead, casually carrying the leather lantern, not worried about when it might go out.
Just as he and Amon were about to leave the wilds and enter the hilly area, a monster with a deformed body, two heads, five arms, curled into a ball, suddenly twitched from the darkness slightly behind and to the side. It had become Klein's puppet.
Manipulating the "Spirit Threads" was inherently silent, and the distance did not exceed five hundred meters.
The next second, the monster collapsed quietly, losing its life.
Amon, walking on Klein's left wearing a pointed soft hat, smiled, raised his right arm, and opened his palm to reveal something: a transparent worm with three-dimensional patterns. A "Spirit Worm"! Amon had stolen it from that puppet along with the "Spirit Threads."
Before Klein could speak, Amon casually curled his fingers into a fist and crushed the transparent worm.
Klein immediately felt a pain deep in his soul, his head seemingly splitting.
Fortunately, he had made "Yesterday Once More" talismans and "Spirit Control Bullets" many times before, so he had become somewhat accustomed to this feeling; he merely twisted his face, not losing his composure.
Amon maintained his previous smile, flicked his hand, and said, "You're too restrained. You can be bolder."
Having recovered from the pain, Klein raised a hand and rubbed his temple, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally; every "Spirit Worm" was calling for rest.
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After returning to a safe area, he had planned to go above the
"I need to rest now," Klein said, lowering his right hand, speaking frankly.
He believed Amon would grant this request, because the more he tried his best and couldn't escape, the more it would satisfy this "God of Mischief's" desire for pleasure.
"Okay." Amon's face with its monocle turned slightly, pointing towards the hill. "There's a place to rest over there; we'll get there soon. Of course, I don't mind if you want to camp out in the wild, but I just thought you humans might prefer a place that gives a sense of security."
"Let's go there, then." Klein originally wanted to manipulate the lantern's flame to perform a jump, but his dried-up spirituality stopped him; he could only follow Amon, relying on his feet, step by step.
Along the way, Klein, with a mindset of asking more to learn, said to Amon, "Why don't you steal the distance and reach the destination directly?"
Amon tilted his head, glanced at Klein with his right eye behind the crystal monocle, and curled his lips. "The one who wants to rest isn't me."
...Klein shut his mouth and walked forward in silence.
After about a dozen flashes of lightning, Amon raised his finger and pointed slightly ahead and to the side. "We're here."
In the shadow of the hill less than a hundred meters away, several half-collapsed buildings resembling spires were scattered; more than a dozen giant stone pillars only up to Klein's knee protruded from the ground, and a small amount of wild grass grew from their crevices, with tips dark red like blood.
"Did people live here once?" Klein rubbed his temple again and asked.
Amon pressed the second joint of his right index finger against the edge of his monocle and said with a smile, "This was originally a large city-state. When the Great Cataclysm came, the earth split open, and the entire city was swallowed up. Only this remains to prove it once existed."
The destruction of civilization... That thought suddenly popped into Klein's mind. He quickened his pace and arrived at the destination among the strange wild grass.
After entering a half-collapsed building, Klein instinctively looked around, observing the place.