Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 486 The true god of deception must, of course, risk his life.
boom!
A sound like the striking of a bronze bell rang out.

Calm and dignified.

The surrounding black iron throne, the winged brass eyes, the young man in flame armor, the shimmering light shield highlighting eerie features, the man crackling with lightning, the earth with its eyes open and mouth closed, and the shadowy woman all shattered simultaneously.

Like gravel struck by a heavy hammer, it shattered without any surprise.

In an instant, an amber sun appeared in the sky above the forest, golden daylight replaced the night, and all shadows quickly receded.

This forced Mr. Men's blood-red robe to flutter once more, casting even more crimson moonlight.

This appears to be the Noble Phantasm that Mr. Gate condensed after being summoned, a symbol of some kind of curse.

But the crimson moonlight vanished the moment it approached Colin, turning back into ordinary, harmless moonlight.

Colin completely ignored the moonlight and walked straight up to Mr. Door, looking at the "door" on his chest.

A hole? What a coincidence!
Amber light first condensed in his hand, and then slowly coalesced into a hammer.

It's time to build a wall.

Crash.

Colin heard the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

The surrounding crimson moonlight lingered, reflecting Colin's image like clear seawater.

One, two, three...

Countless Colins appeared.

He was like someone entering a constantly shaking maze of mirrors, with his reflection everywhere.

Some are upright, some are upside down, and some are tilted.

Above these "Colin Iliads" lies a crimson full moon.

There is only one of it, it exists only there, but it appears simultaneously above the heads of people facing different directions.

Here, space no longer has any meaning, except for the direction of the moon, which represents the "center".

As the moonlight rippled like flowing water, the reflections of Colin in the mirror swayed.

Colin felt his consciousness being split into countless parts, each of which was thrown into the deep sea, constantly falling and drowning.

He didn't know which body to control first in such a short time. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't be a good thing for him no matter which version of himself drowned in the water.

He was pulled into the "Sea of ​​Spiritual Embryo" that the Fallen Mother Goddess had recently created.

He was temporarily banished from reality by Mr. Gate through the connection between that treasure and the Fallen Mother Goddess, and imprisoned in the Sea of ​​Spiritual Embryo.

Colin immediately understood what was going on.

Although he possesses incredibly strong physical abilities, his mystical abilities are his weakness.

At least for the time being, he does not possess the ability to travel through "worlds" except by directly smashing through space.

Almost at the same time, all the Colins looked up at the full moon overhead.

After a brief moment of thought, all of Colin reached a consensus in an instant.

Bending over and swinging arms.

They simultaneously swung their hammers and threw them towards the red moon.

He wasn't thinking about "how he should get out" but rather "whether he could cause harm to the external gods before resolving the matter outside."

He had just sensed it; two more... three powerful extraordinary beings had appeared on the scene.

So all he needs to do now is...

To kill in order to defend.

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reality.

Mr. Heroic Spirit temporarily escaped Colin's entanglement, let out a roar, and as if he felt no pain, slowly pulled himself out of the heavy sword.

His crimson robe, now stained with blood, billowed high once more, widening the opening at his chest.

The real Mr. Door walked out of the door completely intact.

And that "door of flesh and blood" rapidly collapsed inward.

Mr. Door, Bethel Abraham, was immediately overwhelmed by this "Flesh and Blood Door" filled with madness.

Suddenly, a pure white cross appeared, and skulls piled up rapidly.

An imagined church appeared around Mr. Door, enveloping him.

"The fallen Mother Goddess has embarked on her destiny, and her power will only grow stronger. You have no chance to escape."

"So, do you really want to bring the disaster back to reality?"

An Amon appeared out of nowhere in front of Mr. Door, gently pushing up his monocle.

Unlike the true gods, the true gods residing in the astral plane cannot leave at any time to descend into the heavens.

However, Amon is different from Adam, who has just been promoted.

They live in the real world, do not go to the astral plane, and can go wherever they want at any time.

Just like now.

Bethel Abraham's movements suddenly slowed down.

"Give up, I have a way to handle this. I will let you sleep peacefully and give you the peace you desire." That familiar voice rang out once again.

Mr. Door, whose figure had shrunk from the sphere of light, remained frozen in place, seemingly caught in a fierce internal struggle.

The layers of doors within His body were just a hair's breadth away from completely overlapping.

Before Him, the white cross emitted a faint light, helping Him to temporarily stabilize His mind.

The crimson tide surged, but was thwarted by the gods and briefly kept out by this fantastical church of bones.

Seizing the opportunity, Mr. Men's illusory figure closed his slightly unreal eyes and lowered his head.

"Okay..." came the first sound after returning to reality, uttered with difficulty and pain.

His figure froze completely, then he raised his right hand to his face.

The next second, Mr. "Door" raised his head and put on a monocle made of crystal over his right eye.

His appearance changed rapidly.

Black hair, black eyes, broad forehead, thin face, and wearing a monocle made of crystal.

Amon grinned, about to reveal a smile.

But the next second, the monocle he was wearing in his right eye quickly faded.

Weng.

Eyes appeared one after another inside the church of bones; they were purplish-red with white circular patterns inside.

Those eyes were full of mockery, as if to say, "Congratulations, you've fallen into a trap."

Amon had seen those eyes before, during the last time he was ambushed by Pleasure Amon.

His smile froze for a moment.

How can it be?

He had severed all ties with Amon, and even asked Adam, who had become a dreamer, to completely seal off the island. He also requested Adam to manifest his divine kingdom here.

How did Amon, who is only at most Sequence Two, manage to get in here?!

Those eyes clearly saw Amon's confusion; they narrowed them with pleasure and stared at Amon together.

Want to know why?

They convey the same message.

"Heh, guess." The next moment, the faded monocle suddenly expanded, transforming into masks with golden circles drawn on the right eye, covering Amon's face.

Adam watched from a distance without intervening.

In His eyes, both Ammon were the real Ammon, both His sons.

Although He would not confuse the two Ammon, He would not mind if His sons became twins.

Therefore, it doesn't matter who is the "mistake".

Amon adjusted his mask and took two steps forward.

An eyeball grew out of His Adam's apple, quickly fell off, and dropped to the ground.

*Clatter*.

The eyeball rolled forward twice and then stopped in place.

This is not His eye, nor the eye of Ammon himself, nor the eye of Mr. Men, Bethel Abraham.

These are the eyes of Verdu Abraham.

He had already begun his deception during his first encounter with the real Amon.

In their first encounter, he used the ability to hack into the network by following the timeline, causing the original Amon to resolutely sever all connections with the Time Worms when he became a god, and even before becoming a god, he did not make contact with the Amon network for a considerable period of time.

He then extorted most of the extraordinary properties of the high sequence from the original entity, leaving only a small portion for the original entity to use for advancement.

While the original body was planning its ascension ceremony and thus severing ties, it impersonated the original body, using deception and the aggregation of its many characteristics to devour its clones one by one along the Amon network, creating the illusion that everything was fine.

Along the way, he used the power of corruption and pleasure, abilities that the original Amon did not understand, traps that even a deciphering scholar of the angel king level could not easily decipher.

Then came the time when Verdu went to the church for the first time to inquire about the rules of the "Holy Grail War".

Amon deeply parasitized him.

By that time, He had already absorbed most of the extraordinary characteristics of the "Thief" path, leaving only a Trojan Horse of Fate, a contingency plan for resurrection for His true self, which He gave to Adam to prevent His kind old father from getting involved in this "petty squabble between sons".

Completely unaware, Verdu easily completed the summoning ritual under Amon's guidance. In the end, his flesh and blood collapsed and merged into the ritual because he looked directly at the mythical creature's form.

In other words, Mr. Door, Bethel Abraham, in his Heroic Spirit form, descended directly into Amon.

So, just as the final step of Amon's ascension to godhood was about to be completed, this Pleasure Amon activated a bug.

The Time Worm inside him far exceeds the size of his body.

Except for lacking the three Sequence One extraordinary properties and uniqueness, he far surpasses the original in every respect.

When the original Amon completed the ritual and underwent fusion, he undoubtedly took the lead.

Because they were all Amon, their understanding of uniqueness was the same. So he used the power of corruption to sever the connection between the three Sequence One characteristics and uniqueness and the original Amon in an instant.

Then, it was an easy replacement.

The "wrong" ritual in the "Thief" sequence 0 is: to take someone else's place in their godhood ritual.

"Having been an alter ego, I know you just as well as you know yourself. You do enjoy excitement and seek pleasure, but the image you project is just a facade."

"How could you, the god of fraud, really gamble with yourself?"

That incredibly familiar voice, identical to his own, rang in Amon's ears.

"Unfortunately, you don't dare, but I do."

"It seems I am the true god of deception."

A burst of light suddenly erupted from the mask, illuminating the entire world.

At this moment, all the errors of the seals failing were corrected, all seemingly normal behaviors became erroneous, and all clocks skipped several seconds.

The Church of Bones crumbled silently.

The battle is over, so there's no need for Adam to stay.

The joyful traveler raised his hand, holding in it a key forged from pure starlight, its design somewhat antique.

Above him, a blood-red robe fell down to embrace him, and behind him, a crimson tide angrily pushed through the ruins of the "Gate of Flesh and Blood," trying to completely squeeze into this world.

Faced with the invasion from the Outer God, the now-realized Joyful Amon chuckled and stretched out his right hand, producing an arrow from who-knows-where.

The arrowhead was burning. The flames were primarily dark blue with a hint of purple. The arrow itself was mostly blue, but there was a dark purple, sticky substance on the arrowhead; its nature was unknown. (Note 1.)
"I got this from Serres. As fellow Outer Gods, I'm sure you'll like it."

After saying that, he threw the arrow, which stuck into the blood-red robe.

When Serres first took it out at sea, Amon, who was spying on it, took a liking to it at first sight.

He pestered Serres for a long time before finally getting his hands on the arrow.

The "hunting" blade, smeared with "nothingness," ah, just thinking about it is interesting.

To be honest, it seems that Serres originally intended to use this arrow to pierce Ocycus's drum, but unfortunately, he has now used it up.

The robe shattered instantly upon being struck by the arrow, along with the arrow itself. The fragments evaporated into the air, leaving no trace behind.

Amon stroked his chin, feeling that the arrow hadn't been used up so easily.

He looked up and saw a bluish-purple shooting star streak across the sky.

"Heh, interesting."

[So the Fallen Mother Goddess is indeed a must-do in the Mysterious World, even Amon, a local, has to try it out.]

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Behind an endless curtain of shadows, in a darkness shimmering with a faint, watery light.

A young man with black hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face suddenly sat up, as if he had just experienced a nightmare.

Dressed in a classic black robe, he stretched out his right hand, attempting to retrieve a monocle made of crystal from the "void" and place it over his right eye.

But this time, he got nothing.

His right hand paused in mid-air for two seconds before he withdrew it and pinched his right eye socket.

It's just like the awkward action of habitually pushing up your glasses when you're not wearing them.

At that moment, a monocle was handed to Amon.

Serres appeared beside him, smiling as he handed him a monocle.

"Is there anything wrong with these glasses?" Amon took the glasses and examined them carefully. "I've developed a psychological aversion to you Pleasure Walkers now. What should I do? How do you think you should compensate me?"

He wasn't surprised at all that Serres would appear at this respawn point that even he himself didn't know about.

"Then you can go to our Boss Aha. All the problems in the world come from Him."

“Hmm, that’s a good suggestion, but I have something else I want.” Amon put on the monocle.

Serres covered his chest with both hands and quickly took two steps back: "I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless, or I'll call Adam."

“You already shouted,” Amon reminded him, then steered the conversation back on track.

A smile spread across his face: "Name your price. I'd like to buy pleasure potions from you that range from Sequence Nine to Sequence Four."

“Sure,” Serres smiled and nodded. “Then come find me at the tavern.”

After he finished speaking, his figure faded and faded until he disappeared from the spot.

“I will go.” Amon smiled and pushed up his monocle over his right eye.

puff!
The monocle suddenly exploded, turning into a puff of white smoke that enveloped his head.

As the smoke cleared, Amon tricked a wisp of air into thinking it was a mirror and saw its own reflection.

Heavy makeup, a big red nose, and a colorful afro.

“Heh,” Amon chuckled, then turned and left without bothering to tidy himself up. “Interesting.”

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Note 1: Please see Chapter 307 for details.

(End of this chapter)