Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 463 The truth of a nightmare
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After saying this, not only did Amon fall silent again, but even Klein himself felt that his attitude seemed a bit too arrogant.

He spent three seconds reflecting on himself, but he didn't feel any guilt towards a mythical creature like Amon. He reflected only to remind himself to talk less like that in the future. If he angered Amon, even if he didn't die, he wouldn't be happy.

Although Amon said he would not kill him, who could really believe the words of the "God of Deception" 100%?
Klein was not deeply parasitized, so he could certainly try to escape, but he was also very clear that Amon could reach the status and strength of Sequence 2 at any time by gathering clones, and he was not someone he could contend with head-on.

Moreover, the "thief" is said to have errors, loopholes, and bugs, and his abilities are strange and weird, making it difficult to guard against. Klein believes that the self-help methods he can normally think of are basically impossible to be effective.

I can't give up on escaping. If I take advantage of the fact that he won't kill me, I might just play into his hands... and even if I'm not killed, it would be easy for me to be imprisoned somewhere forever and tortured constantly.

I can only continue to be patient and wait for the opportunity to take advantage of... In this process, I will continue to make some attempts to observe Amon's response... Well, I also have to pay attention to one thing, I can't trust Amon's words too much.

He may not be lying, but this may not be the whole truth.

As Klein's thoughts turned, he planned to continue "chatting" with Amon and ask about the "Dark Angel" Sasriel.

Coincidentally, Amon seemed to have finished his brief thought and looked at Klein with a smile, not knowing what he was thinking. Before Klein spoke, he said:

"You gave me a new perspective and frankly your answer was very interesting and gave me some ideas."

He pinched his right eye socket, which seemed to be Amon's standard action when he was thinking or transitioning. "Besides that, I'm also curious, who told you that the real creator is not Sasriel?"

"Oh, I know you have a position in Aurora, and you are a God-favored One. But don't tell me that you are the real Creator himself."

Klein had nothing to say and could only shrug.

“Did He say that Himself?”

Amon laughed a few times, almost laughing until tears came out. Klein listened to the laughter and looked at the expression on his face, and felt a little scared. He felt that Amon had believed it to some extent, but after getting this answer, Amon didn't believe it at all.

Klein looked away with mixed feelings.

At this time, lightning flashed across the sky intermittently with long intervals between each other, and there was almost no thunder, only occasionally.

Based on Klein's experience during this period, he could easily determine that it was already the second half of the night, not long before dawn, which was the darkest and most dangerous time.

As he moved forward step by step, Klein first used the transformed ability of the "Faceless Man" and combined it with the "Creeping Hunger" to adjust the structure of his eyes to adapt to this special environment. Then, with the help of inspiration, he looked around.

Long ago, when I observed from Sefirah Castle, I saw that in the lightless darkness, there were eyes watching all the creatures around them, and creatures with indescribable shapes. But every time lightning struck and illuminated those places, there was nothing.

What happened to those who fell into the darkness? Klein couldn't imagine, nor did he want to imagine.

"Because of the pain of being betrayed and eaten, He split off His own humanity and fell into madness? What a great story. I will remember to share it with other clones, and maybe even tell the original body."

Amon seemed to be in a good mood and joked:

"Given the crazy look of the True Creator, it must have taken him a long time to fabricate this lie."

"It's a pity that no one would believe this except Medici. Moreover, He also called himself the Creator and inherited his father's title. Who knows what kind of destiny Ouroboros saw?"

Klein couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He defended the True Creator, "What if what I said is the truth?"

"Well, the clone that created his own self also hid in the Aurora Society. It is estimated that it was at that time that the connection between you was established, and he chose to help you. It seems that his 'self' must have been cultivated by the real Creator."

"Could it be that He wants to cultivate another body? Ha, I am just dreaming."

Amon walked forward with Klein nonchalantly. A camp with a fire faintly appeared in the distance on the side:
"I must admit that your explanation can solve some of my doubts, but it is far from enough for me to believe it."

Klein frowned. He hadn’t intended to make Amon believe him, but after seeing Amon’s attitude, he began to think about it: “So, is there anything else you want to add?”

Amon didn't answer him immediately.

All around, in places where the lantern light could not reach, there seemed to be endless dangers hidden there.

As an "ancient scholar", Klein only glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw one "spiritual line" after another extending from the dark surrounding him. They were illusory, dense, and countless, indicating that there were a large number of monsters lurking in the darkness.

These monsters were extremely quiet. They just stared at Amon, who was dressed as an ancient magician, and Klein, who was dressed like a gentleman of the modern era. They watched them walking in the desolate wilderness under the dim light.

During this time of quiet companionship, Klein tried to analyze the "Redemption Rose" from Amon's perspective.

Looking back now, that name that cannot be spoken is most likely related to "secret".

Then, the person who "seduced Sasriel" should be the goddess of night at that time!
What was hidden was the name of the Goddess, His real name!
For some reason, his fellow Sun God did not tell his youngest son, the "Angel of Time", the real purpose of the "Redemption Rose". Combined with the words said by the town's mark that afternoon: "... tempted Sasriel, and the kings frequently gathered in the palace at dusk", in Amon's eyes, the "Redemption Rose" was a complete murder and betrayal, the purpose of which was to kill the Sun God.

The "Dark Angel" Sasriel returned to his own self and behaved in the same way as the Wind Angel, the Cherubim, the White Angel and others.

"That is to say, in Amon's eyes, the Goddess of Night tempted the leader of the angels, Sasriel, to betray the Sun God, and the gods prepared a mass murder. Sasriel played an important role in it, which was to hold back the will of the Sun God and prevent Him from rebelling..."

"After successfully killing the Sun God, the three Angel Kings obtained the uniqueness of their own paths and Sequence One respectively, and became gods. And He - the 'Hanged Man' on the mural appeared in the image of the dark baby. Was He considered by Amon to be born again?"

Klein stared ahead, casually holding the leather lantern, his mind churning with thoughts.

At this time, Amon suddenly spoke.

Amon, who was walking on Klein's left and still wearing the Moon City-style leather jacket, smiled.

"I can basically hear what's going on in your head. If you want to know, you can just ask me."

Klein was silent for a moment. "Most cities in the God-Forsaken Land still retain their faith in the Sun God, and Silver City should be one of the few places that still insists on believing in your father. Did you go too far in what you did to that exploration team?"

This question may seem unnecessary, but Klein believes that it will help him understand Amon's cognitive perspective and behavior style and see if there is anything he can use.

Amon turned his head and glanced at him with his right eye wearing a monocle, and smiled indifferently:
“If they hadn’t still believed in my father, the Silver City would have been a ruin by now.

"Hehe, from what I've observed, they're hiding a big secret. What exactly is it? Because of the Hanged Man and your gaze, I haven't had the chance to find out."... He is truly a mythical creature. The death of a few humans is like stepping on a few ants to Him, and He won't take it seriously at all... The City of Silver is actually hiding a secret that even Amon thinks is big... What could it be? Klein thoughtfully changed the subject:
"Did your father really create the Dark Angel Sasriel from one of his own ribs?"

This was something Klein had wanted to ask all the way, but never had the chance to.

The smile on Amon's face faded a lot. He looked at the deep darkness ahead and said:

"Yes, He separated part of His own characteristics and the corresponding negative personality, and used His own ribs as material to create the 'Dark Angel' Sasriel.

"If it weren't so, how could such an arrogant guy like Medici obey the so-called Left Hand of God, the Vice-Prince of Heaven?"

"Without Sasriel's rebellion, involvement, and influence, even if Night, Earth, the God of War, and the other Angel Kings joined forces, it would not be possible for my father to fall."

Amon suddenly laughed:
"It's been a while since anyone talked to me about the past, and this made me feel nostalgic and reminded me of some things in the past."

Klein looked at the profile of the Son of the Creator. Although he was an avatar, he did not doubt that in the heart of this inhuman, naturally mythical creature, there existed a genuine sun belonging to the Third Age and the location of everything at that time.

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

Without any follow-up, he ended the topic without giving Klein any chance to ask questions.

Then, he lowered his head slightly and asked Klein with interest:
"It seems that you believe in His words. I am not surprised that you were once His favored one. However, I still want to know. You also know about the 'Redemption Rose'. What makes you believe so much in the words of a god whose reason is often not in his mind?"

"...I would like to ask you something."

Klein couldn't laugh at all: "Why don't you want to believe this truth?"

"I think the fact that your original body is still alive is a strong enough proof. The Angel King has been wandering in the kingdom of the hostile gods for more than a thousand years and is still safe and sound. Even if He has only one tenth of His sanity left, it should be more than enough to deal with your original body."

As they were talking, some city ruins appeared in the shadow of a hill less than a hundred meters in front of them.

There were several half-built buildings that looked like spire tops scattered in the shadows, and more than a dozen giant stone pillars that were only as high as Klein's knees protruded from the ground around them. Some weeds and strange plants grew out of the soil, with sharp bloody thorns that looked quite dangerous.

"Has anyone ever lived here?" Klein rubbed his forehead and asked casually.

Amon put 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 catastrophe came, the earth split open and the entire city was swallowed up. Only these are left to prove that it once existed."

The destruction of civilization... This thought suddenly popped up in Klein's mind, but Amon did not intend to stop and led him forward steadily.

A few hours passed, and the prayers from the people of Moon City finally faded away. They probably all fell into a deep sleep. Only a few people on patrol and those who did not need sleep were still chanting his name from time to time.

This direction and stability made Klein finally feel relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me answer your question."

The truth - do you think it is the truth? Amon pinched his right eye socket, and the smile on his face did not change at all, as if it was fake:
"You mean, the main body was able to stay in the God-Forsaken Land for so long because the real Creator showed leniency? You think too much, Mr. Fool. It's not difficult to deceive a crazy God."

"He can't even control his own mumbling, and he vents his pain to his believers day after day. But you are right, the outside world is my enemy, all gods who have a grudge against me, so the only choice I have is to stay in this madman's territory, at least it's best to fool Him."

Amon didn't seem to want to say more on this topic. He calmed down, walked a short distance away, and then continued disapprovingly:
"Dear Mr. Fool, so you must know a lot of 'ancient secrets', right?"

"Then please tell me, if what you said is true... If He is not Sasriel, if He is the crazy humanity of my father, then why did He let Sasriel and the gods kill Him, and then escape after death?"

"Why did my father kill himself?"

Having said this, Amon suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

Klein was forced to stop and stand beside him.

They were just passing through the center of the ruins, walking right above the buried city, with spires and stone pillars surrounding the footsteps of the Son of God and the successors of the gods. On the grayish-white stone walls with cracks, there were murals washed away by thousands of years of time. They were already blurred, and it could only be vaguely seen that the people of this city-state were proud to enter heaven after death.

"…Why would he use His death to kill his own believers?"

The betrayal between gods and the destruction between gods and humans, in the eyes of Amon - the "Angel of Time" who firmly believed that his father loved humans and humans were loyal to his father at the time, was simply a collapse of ideas and a destruction of the worldview.

He could not understand or accept it, and the "Feast of Betrayal" completely blocked any communication between Him and humans.

However, after that, there were no more believers in the "God of Mischief".

Klein subconsciously looked up at the sky—it was pitch black there, with no trace of the golden ball of light. But the moment he asked this question, the answer subconsciously flashed through Klein's mind. He was almost worried that the sun would suddenly rise, bringing sunrise early!

The sun is not here, but He is not absent, He is everywhere!
The next moment, these thoughts disappeared from Klein's mind.

Amon's eyebrows knitted together instantly, and he repeated the answer that just flashed through Klein's mind in disbelief:
"Because God's will was revived in Him..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Then, like Klein just now, he looked up at the sky.

On the land covered by God's will, the two high-ranking men who were closest to the Lord of Mysteries felt guilty at the same time.

TBC
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Klein: Ah, is this something I can ask, can I really say this?
God: Keep talking, I'm listening.

Professor Diao, who was observing secretly from a distance, said: Oh my god, if a fight breaks out I will just commit suicide and retreat.

(End of this chapter)