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

802
"I became a mystery as soon as I woke up... It's like I died without knowing it."

Klein couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Bethel wanted to look at him, but then he remembered that their consciousness was in the same body, so he did not change his movements and asked casually, "Do you regret it? Do you really want to die like that? But that is indeed a perfect way to die. Humans are afraid of death."

"The reason why the god of death is worshiped is that its existence gives death an end, making it a true 'end'."

Humans are always afraid of the unknown, and the god of death is nothing more than a longing for the afterlife. In this regard, the promise given to humans by the seven gods that "the pious will enter the kingdom of God and be with God after death" is the same. Whether it is the god of death or the seven gods, they have made death from being unknowable to being knowable. When facing death, people still have inevitable fear, but they also have spiritual sustenance and stability.

The god of death is even better in this regard. In a country where the living and the dead live together, the horror of death is minimized.

But "death" itself is still worthy of awe. The death of a long-lived person in a dream is considered the most perfect departure, and they go to God without any pain. These images are completely consistent with "Klein Moretti wrapped in a curtain."

Upon hearing this, Klein couldn't help but sigh, and a smile appeared on his face:
"I did think so. When I was hunted by the gods and died because of Sefirah Castle, and had to endure this fate that I didn't want at all, I also thought about death and whether it would be better to die."

"Before I became a demigod, I thought about dying, but I didn't do it because I thought 'maybe I can go home' and I wanted revenge."

"After becoming a demigod, I realized that I could never go home again. I thought about giving Sefirah Castle and my destiny to someone else, so that someone who is better than me and more suitable to protect the world could take this position..."

Having said this, Klein paused for a moment and spoke seriously:
"Mr. Bethel, if you had appeared when I had just become a demigod and had avenged my great vengeance, I would have been eager to hand over Sefirah Castle to you, and the hope of the true creator to you. Then I would have gotten away and returned to my brother and sister. Even if I couldn't go home, I could have stayed by their side in another identity and protected their safety. - These are all things I have really thought about."

After finishing this long paragraph in one breath, Klein suddenly became dazed.

He hadn't thought about this in a long time.

This should have been the thing he valued the most, but the war of gods, the future, how to win, how to survive, how to defeat Amon, how to recapture Sefirah Castle, these greater and more important things occupied his mind. In the interval between being hunted down, it was really not appropriate to discuss these romantic topics, but Bethel did not speak, did not refute or interrupt, and seemed to be intending to be a listener.

Perhaps because Klein hesitated for too long, Bethel spoke lazily:
"Go ahead."

"It won't waste a few minutes, and it will help preserve your humanity and self. If you don't recall it now, you may not have the chance soon."

Although this remark was sharp and somewhat sarcastic, Klein heaved a sigh of relief and became happier.

"At first, my brother, sister and I lived in Tingen. It was a big city and we were small people living in it."

All that prosperity and beauty had nothing to do with the Moretti family, who had to live in an old apartment and could enter the lower street at any time.

Klein decided not to mention that he was an "Old One" because Bethel didn't seem to know and didn't mention it.

So he simply began to tell about his past and his beginning from the identity and perspective of "Klein Moretti", as if this young man was still alive in this world.

"At that time, the mornings were always very noisy and bustling. A large number of citizens left their homes and rushed to factories and companies. Mobile vendors gathered on the streets, selling vegetables, cooked food and fruits whose quality was difficult to guarantee. They were always very cheap."

"I will protect my wallet, carefully squeeze through them, go to the station, and wait for the stagecoach with many others."

"I originally applied for a lecturer position at the university I graduated from, but my life plan was disrupted because of Sefirah Castle. As a result, I became a Beyonder of the Church of Evernight because of the Beyonder Event. I work at the Blackthorn Security Company at 36 Zotteland Street in this city. I have a group of very good colleagues."

"From time to time, I think that if those things hadn't happened later, if Sefirah Castle hadn't chosen me, I would definitely still be living in Tingen now, and I might become a lecturer at Tingen University. My grades are pretty good - I go to work on time every day, take turns to work, help professors assign homework, prepare for exams, play cards with colleagues, and occasionally accompany Melissa and Benson to watch dramas or circus performances. If I can go home early one day, I will study food, which is one of my hobbies. On weekends, I might visit professors I am familiar with and discuss with them..."

Klein's expression softened involuntarily. Thinking of those beautiful memories, he was filled with emotion.

The last time he saw Melissa was actually half a year ago, when he had just killed Ince Zangwill and successfully avenged himself. After that, he couldn't wait to go to Backlund to meet Melissa.

She had just entered school and was chatting and laughing with her classmates. At Backlund University of Technology, she could freely learn the knowledge she desired most.

“I imagined a lot of possibilities.”

At that time, it had not been long since I ended my adventure at sea, and I was still very fond of the delicacies from all over the world... I had thought that even if I could not return to Benson and Melissa, I could open a bakery or a dessert shop in Backlund, selling Melissa's favorite lemon cakes and other delicious foods, and using my own puppets as shop assistants and chefs.

During the time when the True Creator asked him to think carefully, Klein did not think about so many grand and long-term things.

He was thinking about his future. Since he couldn't go back, he would plan a future that belonged to Klein Moretti alone.

He even walked back and forth twice on the street where Benson and Melissa lived, trying to use divination to pick out the most suitable store.

"But life always pushes me forward. Whether it's fate or my own will, I finally chose this path."

Klein exhaled and said bluntly:

"In the beginning, I just wanted to repay a favor and fulfill a promise, but then I gradually realized that there was still a lot I wanted to do and a lot I needed to do. For myself and for the people I want to protect, I need more strength... Along the way, I have received help from many people and also shouldered the expectations of many people. Now, I can't retreat, and I don't want to retreat anymore."

"You're right. Every time I think of the possibility of dying without knowing it, I feel both regret and anticipation."

“But that’s not the end for me.”

When I decided to continue along this path, I already knew that I would be facing the danger of death and endless time, and myself sealed in divine amber. I could no longer live my life peacefully like an ordinary person or a demigod, and finally enter eternal sleep contentedly surrounded by important people and crying... The quiet land behind the church is no longer my home.

His mood was one of relief and a little sadness, which made Bethel once again clearly feel the difference in Klein Moretti.

"...It seems that the Source Castle was like a burden to you before."

Bethel did not comment on Klein's idea, but said coldly:

"If you want to give up, just hand it over to me as soon as possible."

Klein then said sincerely:

"Mr. Bethel, if I die before I succeed, then I hope you will take over Sefirah Castle and the position of Lord of Mysteries."

"When that happens, I hope you can help me protect my brother and sister. Their names are Benson and Melissa." Sincerity is the greatest killer. Klein's emotional fluctuations clearly told Bethel that he was not lying and really thought so. Faced with such sincere words, Bethel was a little at a loss for words, so he told the truth:

"I will."

……

Amon keenly sensed an abrupt mystical connection, which forced him to divide his mind while fighting with the remaining spirit of the God of Thunder.

—Because this occult connection is simply too difficult to ignore. It’s like an electric drill, humming dangerously against your temple and showing signs of constantly pushing deeper, resonating with a sense of crisis, as if it’s about to drill into your brain.

Amon stole distance, cheated space, and grafted his position. He struggled to move left and right in the thunderstorm with no blind spots, trying his best to reduce his injuries. Fortunately, he ran fast in the mist of history, otherwise he would have been slapped to death by the power sent in by Leodero. Amon looked at the sudden mystical connection in his busy schedule... He saw the Outer God that he was not familiar with but often saw standing in his spiritual intuition. Edward noticed Amon's sight from Sefirah Castle and greeted him without hesitation.

The Angel of Time was spiritually shaken. He did not know that more than a year ago, The Fool on Sefirah Castle had also experienced the same kind of inner shock. He was keenly aware that this might be an opportunity, an opportunity to escape from Leodero.

As for the monocle that Edward wore on his right eye socket, Amon just glanced at it and paid no more attention to it, and he didn't think it looked familiar.

Because it was too weird, too fancy, and totally inconsistent with His aesthetic taste.

Edward pinched his right eye socket and asked calmly, "Is the God of Thunder still chasing you?"

boom!
A bolt of lightning struck Amon, and a barely noticeable crack appeared on his monocle.

This crack was more powerful than any words. Amon said nothing, and Edward pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing out loud: "Have you noticed the changes in Sefirah Castle? Antigonus is about to wake up from his slumber. If you are willing to steal His apotheosis ceremony, you can recite my name and I will save you from the clutches of the God of Thunder."

Steal the current Antigonus's apotheosis ritual?
Amon, who had been pursued by Leodro and was about to run to the Fourth Epoch, really didn't care whether Sefirot responded to other high-sequences behind his back, but Antigonus - wasn't the consciousness of the Lord of Mysteries in that guy about to revive? Not to mention whether there was a god-making ceremony, if he really stole it, would those ancient wills awaken in his body?
That's much more terrifying than being chased and beaten by Leodero!
As long as they can escape to the Fourth Epoch... with the help of the historical projection power of Alistair or Solomon, there is still a chance to escape.

However, if you take a gamble, you might be able to become a dual-path true god.

Amon was in hesitation.

He had never encountered such a dangerous choice, but his spiritual intuition told Him that this was most likely an opportunity for Him to successfully become a god.

Should I agree to it... How much of Antigonus's mysterious will has revived... Can I really succeed? ... I finally got rid of Klein's fate, and now I have to take the initiative to steal the mysterious will. Isn't this more hateful than fate... What if I fail, then Antigonus will become a dual-path true god? ... Will the Outer Gods have a conspiracy... Isn't the Lord of Mystery awakened?
boom!
There was another tiny crack on Amon's monocle. He frowned and sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still couldn't make a choice.

Finally, He responded with action.

Amon severed his occult communication with Edward and rushed directly into the historical mist of the Fourth Epoch.

……

Edward felt the spiritual disconnection, took off his monocle with regret, rewrapped it and put it in his arms, then smiled at the Demon of Knowledge in a tone of watching the fun and not minding the trouble:

"That kid gave up."

"What a pity! He probably lost his only chance to become a god."

The Demon of Knowledge was calm. He had two mysterious candidates on hand, and they had both agreed on terms with him. Moreover, Amon's reaction seemed to be within his expectations - or predictions. So, he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

After a moment, the Demon of Knowledge opened his eyes and said:
“No need to give your secret servant to Antigonus. He is almost incapable of communicating after waking up. Although I like the feeling of unexpected situations in the plan, I don’t want the final outcome to be out of my control.”

"You prophesied with the power of the wilderness?"

"Yes. If time is not urgent, I would even want you to contact your half body and see the 'possibility' in His eyes before making plans." The Demon of Knowledge said the next words lightly, "There is no need to look now."

He felt something in his heart and looked up at the sky, only to see something approaching at high speed from the direction of the East Continent - it was a demon wolf that seemed to have walked out of a myth, with a tuft of white hair on its head. At this moment, it was retreating in a strange posture as if all the hair on its body had exploded - upon closer inspection, the "hair" on its body was actually an illusory black "curtain", and the "curtain" was approaching the Honachis Mountains, causing the "God of Wishes" Kotal to be dragged backwards to the coast while roaring in despair.

The Demon of Knowledge thought about it, stretched out his hand, and shrunk the ground into an inch. He grabbed Kotal, who was still struggling on the beach on the coast of the East Continent, and then stuffed this huge monster and the "curtain" into his sleeves to keep Adam and Arrodes company.

It was dark now, and no one saw this abstract scene.

However, as if aware that the two copies of Sequence One had lost contact, the gathering force in the direction of the top of Honachis Mountain suddenly became stronger. Antigonus half-opened his eyes, trying his best to resist the power of the River of Eternal Darkness.

As the power of aggregation was strengthened once again, an illusory pattern appeared on his forehead. Just like Klein when he faced God, he chose to let the mysterious will further revive in his body!
Klein was only at Sequence 3 at the time, and he did this while his emotions were out of control, so he didn't suffer any serious sequelae. However, it was completely different for Antigonus. The moment the light-colored pattern appeared, the white mask was directly placed on his face, presenting an abstract "crying" expression that looked like it was casually painted by a child.

Then, the "crying mask" merged into his face and disappeared. Antigonus' dark eyes suddenly glowed with a little spirit, and his scattered pupils began to focus.

Then his eyes turned upward, past the spirit world, across the spiritual sky, and locked directly on Calderon.

"Bad...Hair..."

"Die!!!"

At first, His throat felt a little dry, as if His vocal cords had rotted and rusted, and He had swallowed a razor blade.

But the next moment, Antigonus woke up, and he suddenly stood up from the chair on the top of Mount Honachis. Almost without any signs, his body began to collapse and swell. His face twisted by anger and hatred turned into countless transparent insects, and eight thick wolf claws grew from his body. In an instant, the church on the top of Mount Honachis and the ruins of the Kingdom of Night were swallowed by darkness, and an eight-legged demon wolf as tall as the main peak stood on the top of the mountain, and every strand of hair on its body flashed with "weird", "strange" and "horrible" brilliance!

"Half Fool" has fully awakened!

Then, He ran directly to the spiritual world without any hesitation. Countless spiritual threads radiated out like invisible light, capturing every living creature along the way.

The moment He arrived at Calderon, an orange-red light came towards Him. In the light, the God of War, holding the giant sword of Dusk, chopped fiercely at His head!

Before the light fell, the entire Calderon was cut in half.

TBC
------

good night!