Lightning once again illuminated the barren plain filled with gray-yellow fog, illuminated the place where the angel-level battle had just taken place, and illuminated the calm smile on Klein's face.

Amon stared at him for several seconds, pushed his monocle, smiled and said:

"Can't you just say it another way?

"You seem to have found new hope?"

Klein smiled without changing his expression. He put his fist to his nose and put one hand in his pocket.

"I just suddenly realized one thing. It's not despair that it's you who's playing this game. On the contrary, it shows that you can't directly steal my destiny."

“Oh?” Amon uttered an interjection with a smile, seeming to be looking forward to what Klein would say next.

Klein laughed and said without wavering:

"Otherwise, as soon as you enter the God-Forsaken Land, you will steal my fate and become the new owner of Sefirah Castle. Even if you want to play a game of escape and interception, you can wait until the main goal is achieved. In that case, you will not bear any risks, and I will lose the chance to revive and my original destiny. Driven by the instinct for survival, I will try harder to escape.

"Yes, the 'God of Mischief' might do things that are risky and exciting, but you are still the 'God of Tricksters'."

Having said that, Klein glanced at Amon's expression, which hadn't changed much, and paused before saying:

“I know you really have the extraordinary ability to steal other people’s fate, but being able to do something doesn’t mean you will do it. This requires weighing the risks, weighing the pros and cons, and analyzing the gains and losses.

"I think you don't want to steal my destiny directly. That would make you bear the burden of everything that Sefirah Castle brings. You would have to fight against the resurrected shadow of its original owner. Even for an Angel King like you, this is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall. So, you want to find a loophole that allows you to obtain Sefirah Castle without having to bear the negative impact. And for this, you must get my permission."

When he said this, Klein thought of the several times he had been infected with viruses while playing computer games in his previous life. Those viruses would always disguise themselves as normal things to trick you into clicking and giving "permission".

This is somewhat similar to the current situation.

After listening to Klein's words, Amon looked at him without saying anything. He just calmly adjusted his crystal monocle.

Klein smiled and continued:

"From the moment you 'parasitized' me, you have been committing a massive fraud. On the one hand, you offered me the option of becoming your Favored One, and on the other hand, you told me that your true self could bear my fate, thus placing a heavy psychological burden on me.

"In the following journey, you constantly gave me hope, but also constantly destroyed it. You gave me time limits from time to time, so that I unconsciously took the opportunity to catch my breath. You suddenly shortened the trip, disrupting my plans. Finally, you revealed that you were the original card and threw me into the abyss of despair. In this way, you destroyed my will and broke my psychological defenses, causing me to completely collapse and choose to become your follower, 'agreeing' to the potential 'deal'."

Amon listened quietly, then suddenly laughed, raised his hands, clapped softly and said:

“Perfect reasoning.

“You seem to have missed one point, though.

"What I said is, you must see my true form and go to a safe enough place before I can take your fate. Now, we haven't reached our final destination yet, so I certainly won't take the risk."

Klein's expression darkened slightly, then he relaxed again:

“I’m looking forward to what’s going to be different there.”

He responded to Amon's words with Amon's gesture.

The genuine Angel King adjusted his monocle, pointed to the side and said with a smile:

"It's almost there. We will arrive in less than half a day."

"How long exactly?" Klein instinctively distrusted Amon's vague description.

Amon scratched his chin and laughed:

"Half an hour."

Klein turned his head to look in the direction Amon had pointed, only to see that it was dark and deep, and he could not see anything.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the barren plain, but in the distance there was an even thicker gray-yellow fog.

…………

Backlund, Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa,

After two days of chaos, Audrey's life finally regained some peace, which made her more curious about the truth hidden in the king's assassination.

Considering that Mr. Fool seemed to have hinted that today's Tarot Club might be cancelled, Audrey decided to pray to this being in advance and contact the World Gehrman Sparrow to try to figure out the situation.

She just glanced at Susie, and the big golden retriever immediately walked out of the room, closed the door with her legs, and squatted outside.

Audrey sat down familiarly, assumed a prayer posture, and whispered in ancient Hermetic language:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

…………

Backlund, East District, in a two-bedroom rental house.

“Do you think there will be a party today? There hasn’t been any official announcement…” Fors took out her ladies’ pocket watch and opened it to take a look.

Hugh shook his head.

"have no idea."

Fors couldn't sit still anymore. She left her seat and paced back and forth anxiously, muttering to herself:

“Mr. World did not respond, and Mr. Fool did not respond either…”

As he was talking, Fors suddenly looked at his friend who was eating ham and said hurriedly:

"Xiu, why don't you try praying to Mr. Fool and ask if the party will go on as scheduled today."

Xio frowned slightly, put down his fork, and nodded:

"good."

She also felt that the current situation was a bit strange.

After clasping his hands together and resting his chin on them, Xio took a breath and spoke in a low voice:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

…………

Backlund, North District, underground of Saint Samuel Church, in a room behind the Chanis Gate.

Emlyn White woke up and was quite confused about the dream he had just had.

He seemed to dream of Lilith, the ancestor of the vampire clan!

In his dream, he was trapped in an old castle covered with red vines and couldn't escape.

Later, through the narrow window high up, he saw the crimson moon outside and a pair of huge bat wings that covered half of the crimson moon.

In the legend of the vampires, this is one of the symbols of the ancient goddess Lilith.

Then, Emlyn, who was so excited that he flew high and tried to open the narrow window, found a tarot card at the bottom of the glass.

The surface of the tarot card depicts a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes and a gorgeous headdress. He carries a cane on his shoulder with luggage hanging on the top of the cane, and is pulled by a puppy behind him.

The Fool card.

Emlyn woke up naturally when he dreamed of this. As a vampire viscount, he had basic dream analysis skills:

"It must be my current situation that caused this dream. That 'star' has never sent me some human blood...

“I am indeed the one favored by the First Ancestor… Is He hinting to me that in order to escape this predicament, I must get help from Mr. Fool?

"What day is it today? Never mind, let's just pray so that we can get out as soon as possible." Emlyn turned over and sat up hopefully, reciting devoutly:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

…………

Above the gray fog, three crimson stars corresponding to “Justice,” “Judgment,” and “Moon” began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.

They merged into the already existing crimson "tide", instantly intensifying the vibrations of the entire mysterious space.

Amid the earthquake, the "tide" submerged the ancient and majestic palace, and mysterious symbols were lit up one after another behind the eight seats on both sides of the long bronze table.

This brought new lights and new vibrations, accompanied by a humming sound.

The back of the chair belonging to The Fool at the top of the mottled long table also lit up, and a complex symbol composed of half a "twisted line" and half a "pupilless eye" continued to stretch outwards, becoming layered and extremely three-dimensional.

The crimson "tide" was thus attracted over, condensing into a "human figure" on the high-back chair of The Fool.

This "human shadow" is not stable enough. It is sometimes distorted and sometimes scattered, making it difficult to take real shape.

On the barren plain filled with gray-yellow fog, Klein paused for a moment and looked up at the lightning flashing across the sky.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, holding the leather lantern, and followed Amon's side, going deeper into the endless wasteland.

The further the Angel King went, the more gullies appeared on the ground, and their depth became more and more exaggerated.

About ten minutes later, as another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, Klein saw a blue-black Cyclops several dozen meters tall wandering not far away.

His body was covered with signs of decay and pus, his eyes were sunken and lifeless, and it was obvious that he had already lost his life.

But he was still wandering around, with a gray-yellow gas filling his body, interweaving into clouds in the air and creating fog in the wasteland.

The gray-yellow fog covering this endless wilderness was actually brought by this blue-black giant!

"The youngest son of the Giant King Ormir, the 'God of Honor' Bradl, openly cursed my father and was punished to linger here forever. Of course, he died in the 'Great Cataclysm' a long time ago, but he still could not be freed." Amon pointed at the blue-black Cyclops and said with a smile, "If I hadn't stolen the corresponding damage, as long as you entered this plain, you would be contaminated by the mist produced by Bradl's death and become a lingering cursed person."

Do I need to say thank you? Klein suddenly felt like he had walked directly into a myth.

Amon led him and continued forward, and soon they approached the blue-black Cyclops.

There was an extremely deep ravine where the giant was wandering. As lightning flashed across the ravine, a thick and broad gray-white building could be vaguely seen at the bottom.

Klein only took a quick glance and his eyelids twitched slightly, remembering the scene he saw when he divined the "No Dark Cross".

If he remembered correctly, this should be the place where the ancient sun god, the creator of Silver City, the father of Amon and Adam, walked out!

Is this the place that Amon mentioned as safe enough? Klein's heart sank.

At this time, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and monocle, walked to the edge of the gully, turned his back to the gray and white buildings, opened his hands slightly, and said with a smile:

“This is the sacred place where my father woke up, and it contains a history I want to discover.

"My father told me that there is a very ancient name here, called..."

Amid the silver-white lightning that streaked across the sky, Amon, who was wearing a classical black robe, paused for a moment, opened his arms a little wider, and spoke with a hint of solemnity:

"Chernobyl!"