Well done... Facing Amon's "praise", Klein forced out a smile and responded politely:

"Thanks."

Frankly speaking, he would rather hear curses than praise, because that at least means he is very close to success.

Of course, Klein suspected that even if he really escaped, Amon would not be so angry. Judging from the character of this "God of Mischief", he might think that this was too interesting and exciting on the one hand, but on the other hand, he would inevitably feel a little frustrated and disappointed, and couldn't wait to enter the next round.

"It's a big step forward that you can think of using the 'door' to disturb me." Amon smiled nonchalantly, "But don't you think that when the 'door' is opened, I will be in a relatively alert state and not so easily affected by accidents?"

Klein thought for a moment and answered seriously:

"That's what I thought at first, but then I thought that you should be able to grasp my psychological state and believe that I dare not take action when you open the 'door'. At this time, trying it might have a miraculous effect."

Actually doing something when others think you won't do it is also a strategy.

In his previous life, Klein had come across a similar level of mental game and was completely confused.

"What if I thought of this as well?" Amon smiled and pushed the bottom edge of his monocle with his knuckles.

At the same time, the surviving puppets belonging to Klein took out crystal monocles from the void one after another, put them on their right eyes, and looked at Klein in unison.

This made Klein's scalp tingle, and he realized that the connection between the secret doll and himself was instantly severed.

“Although there has been progress, failure always comes with some punishment.” Amon smiled, turned around and walked towards the church.

As he took steps forward, the secret dolls smiled one after another and fell down stiffly, causing Klein's soul to be torn apart again and again, and the blood vessels in his forehead visibly swelled and contracted.

Enduring this pain, Klein stood where he was, and it took him a long time to calm down.

During this process, although he was always in the depths of darkness, he was neither attacked by terrible monsters nor transformed into a secret state.

Did Amon steal the secret divine power of this city-state at some point? If I try to end my life, my thoughts will surely be stolen as well... Or am I not well prepared? I don't have enough confidence in Amon, and I didn't take the things I stole into consideration... I really didn't expect that I would release the "Daytime" stolen from the ruins of the God War... I have no idea what else I stole and stored in my body, so I can't make targeted preparations... That monocle is a container for storing stolen things, and it itself is a part of Amon? So, every time I "parasitize", I can take out a monocle... Klein rubbed his forehead, walked back into the church, looked at Amon in front of the light door, and asked casually:

"Why do you have so many monocles? Where do you keep them?"

Amon stroked the monocle on his right eye and smiled nonchalantly:

"Why don't you ask me why each clone has eyes and where they are usually placed?"

“…I understand.” Klein nodded in realization.

Amon turned his gaze back to the light gate whose vortex had not yet calmed down, and said casually:

“I always feel that the essence of your operation this time is a large-scale preparation rather than an attempt.

"What little moves did you make during that process just now?"

Klein considered it for a moment and responded with an unchanged smile:

"you guess."

"I do have some guesses. Do you think I am right?" Amon asked with interest, pinching the upper and lower edges of his monocle.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Klein didn’t give a clear answer. He walked to Amon’s side and watched him reach out again and press the pale light door.

Ripples appeared above the light gate once again, becoming more and more violent and exaggerated.

After about ten seconds, ripples spread around, causing the light gate to expand twice its size.

Amon glanced at Klein and motioned for him to step forward.

Klein instinctively turned around and looked around the church.

Outside the area illuminated by the leather lanterns, some extraordinary characteristics left by the deformed monsters were flickering. Not all of them were extraordinary people in their lifetime. After those ordinary people were transformed into monsters, a large part of their power came from darkness and corruption. It did not belong to them, and no characteristics could be extracted.

"I almost forgot." Amon, who had followed him around, suddenly shook his head and laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, groups of extraordinary characteristics floated up and entered his body on their own, merging into one with him. Only a small amount remained.

"Most of those who voluntarily transformed into monsters were Beyonders on the 'Apprentice' path who were able to enter the dark side of the city-state, and their families." Amon retracted his gaze and said casually.

Even if it was a Beyonder characteristic of a similar path, there would be problems if it was "eaten" directly like this. Shouldn't it only jump to a higher level of a similar path? And can it be backward compatible? Klein was a little stunned and asked in confusion:

“Won’t this accumulate madness?”

This was more than just a matter of cumulative madness. Klein suspected that if he did this, there was a high probability that he would go half crazy.

"Others can." Amon smiled and said, "I can't."

What a bug... Klein couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

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

Subconsciously, he forgot the remaining extraordinary characteristics of the "Death God" path, and entered the mutated light gate with Amon.

The endless deep darkness and the wriggling linear light twisted and mixed together, making Klein feel like he was falling rapidly and losing weight.

Ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon in a square. The dim light of the leather lantern seemed to be blocked by an invisible force and could only illuminate half of the original range.

Lightning flashed across the sky, making the surroundings suddenly bright.

With the help of the lightning, Klein saw broken statues standing around the square. Some of them had their hands tied behind their backs, some were wrapped in thorns and roses, and some were shaped like mummies, giving people an intuitive feeling of "restraint."

"Originally, this was a city-state that believed in the Alien King." Amon introduced the "attractions" to Klein like a qualified tour guide. "They are very interesting. Usually they are restrained and quiet, like ascetics. But once they encounter prey or at a certain moment, they will burst into bloodthirsty and murderous rage. You can imagine that on a full moon night, this is a city full of werewolves walking around."

It seems that the original ideas of the alien species were also restrained... but later they were led astray by the "**Mother Tree"... Klein took advantage of the new round of lightning to take a few more glances and asked thoughtfully:

"The image of the alien king is close to that of a mummy?"

“No, even though he is an ugly and twisted man, he likes to wrap himself in thorns and prickly roses.” Amon sneered.

…Klein took this opportunity to ask:

“What kind of idols will your followers worship?

"In occultism, your symbol is a clock plus a 'worm of time'?"

Amon scratched his chin and said:

"In theory, my followers are all me, so there is no need to go to the trouble of erecting statues."

My followers are all me... Fortunately, I now have Danitz as my follower... Klein suddenly realized that he and Amon were quite similar in some ways.

Of course, I said that "My Believer is Myself" is a comedy story, and Amon said that "My Believer is Myself" is a thriller. The difference in style is quite big... Klein finally laughed at himself in his heart.

As Amon walked forward, he continued:

"However, in my father's time, many people believed in me. Some of them used the name 'Angel of Time' to create my statue with clock-related symbols. Some used the name 'God of Mischief' to create my image with a crow covered with mysterious patterns. Some combined the two."

At this point, Amon, who was wearing a monocle, suddenly turned his head, glanced at Klein, and said with a smile:

"The final destination is no more than three days away."

In other words, I only have three days left... Klein almost gasped. The psychological pressure suddenly increased, making him feel like his nerves were about to be broken.

He has not yet figured out what Amon's real purpose in playing this game is, nor has he discovered any signs that the other party is driving him to do anything. This means that he cannot grasp the key and cannot find a real chance to escape.

The performance of Amon's clone just now made him realize that if he was not truly prepared, he might not even last ten seconds in front of him.

As his thoughts raced, Klein fell silent and followed Amon out of the square covered with traces of destruction.

…………

There were few pedestrians on the street, and people were rushing about. In Pritz Harbor, where many houses were covered with traces of fire, the "mysterious queen" Bernadette with her long chestnut hair put the newspaper in her hand on the table.

The front page of the Tussock Newspaper published the breaking news that the king had been assassinated, and claimed that the assassin was from Feysac or Intis.

"This is not to prevent the disaster, nor to aggravate it..." Bernadette muttered to herself with a slightly solemn expression.

She pondered for a moment, picked up the tablecloth, wrapped it up, then loosened her fingers and let it stretch on its own.

This time, the coffee cups, pen holders, newspapers and other items on the tablecloth disappeared, and ritual-related items such as silver candles appeared.

Bernadette then performed a ceremony and summoned Gehrman Sparrow's messenger.

As a collaborator, she thought it necessary to inquire about the other party's situation to see if there was anything else she could help with later.

As soon as the ceremony ended, Renette Tinicole walked out from the expanding candlelight, carrying four blond, red-eyed heads, wearing a gloomy and complicated long dress, with nothing above her neck.

Bernadette's eyelids twitched slightly, and then she picked up the letter and a gold coin that had been prepared long ago and handed them to the messenger.

One of Renette Tinicole's heads bit the letter and the gold coins, while the other heads looked at the "Mysterious Queen" for a few seconds.

He shifted his gaze back and walked into the void, but just as Bernadette was about to put away the tablecloth, the messenger lady suddenly appeared again.

Two of the blond, red-eyed heads spoke one after another:

"He..." "Missing..."