Mystery: The Ultimate Tarot

Chapter 397 Amon's Help

Raphael—no, he should be called "the devil" Collins—was stunned by the sight before him; a modern city had appeared out of nowhere.

The pedestrians on the street were dressed like people from the Common Era, and cars came and went on the road, spraying exhaust fumes that Collins found familiar.

In a daze, "Demon" Collins saw that passersby were looking at him with strange eyes.

He seemed to have thought of something, and examined himself. Sure enough, he was still wearing Rune-style clothing, which made him stand out from the crowd.

Suddenly, "Devil" Collins laughed: "What? Is this some kind of show to me of my hometown?"

His response was met by several burly men in white coats: "Make way, a mentally ill person has escaped!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. He's dangerous. He thinks he's in a world with extraordinary abilities and often hurts the people around him."

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As they were talking, several burly men surrounded "Devil" Collins and handcuffed him.

Collins, the "demon," tried several times but failed to sense any spirituality around him, and thus could not use his extraordinary abilities.

One of the burly men said, "It seems you're conscious now. Take your medicine quickly, and you won't have any more hallucinations."

"Yes, yes, take your medicine quickly. Everything in the other world is an illusion. Don't be fooled by the people in those illusions."

Collins, the "devil," was momentarily dazed, but then revealed a disdainful smile: "To be honest, for a moment, I almost believed your nonsense."

"The reason I believe you is because you have truly touched the most vulnerable spot in my heart."

He took a deep breath: "Yes, look around. Who would want to go to such a dangerous and mysterious world when they can live in such a materially abundant and technologically advanced world?"

"The Devil," Collins paused for a moment, then said, "But you didn't live in the Common Era, so you don't know which parts of my memory are real and which are from movies."

"Look at that sign over there, 'Machry Horseshoe'? What is that? You don't understand Chinese characters at all, you just made it up, didn't you?"

"And those other people, they're wearing clothes from the 1980s. Even my dad doesn't dress like that anymore. What's wrong?"

"I've watched a few episodes of a period drama, and you think this is normal clothing?"

The expressions of the burly men around him gradually turned serious. They opened their mouths simultaneously and asked in unison, "Where did you live before?"

"The Devil" Collins said with some exasperation, "Look at you, your mental fortitude is so weak. Couldn't you have just given up a little more?

He sneered and said, "At first, I thought it was just an illusion of Amon playing a joke on me, but after these hallucinations appeared, I realized that you are part of the 'Mother Tree of Desire's' scheme on Earth, aren't you?"

The burly men remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescing.

"Demon" Collins shook his head: "It's not easy to send in an angel, is it? You should lie low for a while. Once the Mother Tree of Desire enters the real world, you'll be set for life."

"Now look what you've done, you had to show up. I'm sorry, but I'll accept your characteristics."

The burly men revealed a unified, contemptuous smile, and said in unison again, "You think you can get out of here?"

"That's easy." "Demon" Collins also laughed contemptuously: "You have a colleague who also has this ability to create illusions. He became a sealed artifact last year, and I've been using him for a long time."

He appeared calm and spoke slowly and deliberately, but he was actually stalling for time to find out where the other person was.

He wasn't entirely familiar with this illusionary space, but he had encountered it before, so he knew very well that as long as he found out where the person creating the illusion was, he could leave and solve the problem.

But "Demon" Collins soon realized that the monster that created this illusion was on a higher level than the previous "Eye of Illusion".

The "Eye of Illusion" couldn't read Collins's memories at all, but the monster he encountered this time could, and even created a modern city that was almost indistinguishable from the real thing based on his memories.

Fortunately, "Demon" Collins is now a Saint, and his methods are much more diverse than they were last year.

For example, "Demon" Collins can still feel the connection between himself and the undead of "Giant King"'s young son. Now, as long as the monster's location is found, Bradel's greatsword can strike.

But after talking to those burly men for so long, "Demon" Collins still hadn't found any clues.

He was about to chat with the burly men about how to make the buildings look more realistic when he suddenly thought, "By the way, did you steal my destiny? Hehehe, isn't that exciting? I'm carrying so much on my shoulders?"

"And another thing, didn't you expect that? You clearly stole my destiny, but how come I haven't been affected much?"

"Haha, because I have two personalities! Normally, I have to be disciplined by the other personality, but not anymore."

"I'm telling you, you're going to die a horrible death!"

The burly men remained silent, which clearly meant they had tacitly agreed.

Even if they didn't tacitly agree, "Demon" Collins was well aware that the monster had indeed stolen it; otherwise, there wouldn't have been a "Divine Messenger" Raphael and a "Demon" Collins.

"Alright, I know the answer." "The Devil" Collins chuckled, then shouted at the building in front of him, "Slash at me!"

Yes, since the monster stole the fate of "God's Messenger" Raphael, then that monster can be equated with "Demon" Collins.

So in this environment, he, "Demon" Collins, is the monster!

Call ~

Suddenly, a huge straight sword pierced through the building in front of "Demon" Collins. The sword, accompanied by a loud gust of wind, slashed down and was aimed at "Demon" Collins.

He laughed maniacally: "Hahaha, you want to compete with me in terms of willpower? I have three personalities, brother! The other one isn't here. As long as that personality doesn't die, Raphael and Collins' personalities will both be back in a few days."

"And you? If you get hacked to death, you'll have nothing left! Hahaha, I'm not going to dodge, and I hope you won't either."

The greatsword whistled as it slashed down, getting closer and closer to "Demon" Collins.

Suddenly, the surrounding city and cars disappeared, and it turned back into a dark wasteland.

"Demon" Collins saw the giant sword so close at hand and quickly dodged away in a sorry state.

thump~

The giant sword struck the ground, causing the earth to tremble, and "Demon" Collins was thrown a great distance away.

"Cough cough cough~" "Demon" Collins got up from the dust and looked at the dozens of meters tall Bradel zombie standing there motionless, as if it had lost its target.

"Demon" Collins immediately transformed into a demon with goat horns and bat wings, and quickly leaped across the dust. He saw that everyone in the pilgrimage group was either sitting or standing motionless, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

When his gaze fell upon the very front of the pilgrimage procession, he suddenly froze, stopped running, and transformed from his demonic state back into a normal human state.

Because the previous "divine messenger" Raphael's position has been replaced by Amon, who is dressed in a classical mage's robe, wearing a pointed mage's hat, with a broad forehead, black hair, and a crystal monocle behind his eye socket.

To be precise, even "Demon" Collins didn't know whether this was Amon's true form or an avatar of Amon.

"Demon" Collins paused for a moment, then strode forward: "You—this doesn't seem to be your doing."

"Of course not." Amon smiled knowingly. "Speaking of which, you're quite remarkable, aren't you? Two personalities, and yet different destinies!"

Collins, the "demon," paused for a moment. He had thought of this as well, and he was somewhat surprised.

In the extraordinary world—even in the normal world, it's not uncommon for a person to have two personalities.

But it's strange that these two personalities have their own destinies. It's like two people sharing a single spirit, not just a simple case of schizophrenia.

Thinking of this, "Devil" Collins smiled wryly and said, "To be honest, I just found out about this myself, and I was surprised too."

Amon was quite philosophical about it: "It's normal. There are many wonderful things in this world. Oh, by the way, here, take this back."

Collins, the "demon," suddenly felt a greater distance between himself and Amon, and everything around him seemed unreal.

He knew very well that the personality and destiny of "divine messenger" Raphael had returned. This was how it always was. Although they shared a common vision and perception, "demon" Collins always felt that he was somewhat distant from the real world.

At this moment, Raphael took a deep breath and sighed, "The feeling of having your destiny stolen is truly terrifying, as if you've been cut off from this world."

The "demon personality" said, "Alas, good times are always so short. My time as an independent individual has come to an end."

Raphael smiled and said, "Alright, we'll talk about this later."

He looked at Amon—or rather, at a crystal in Amon's hand that had several jade eyes.

Amon, sitting on a rock, noticed Raphael's gaze. He raised the crystal with the jade eye in his hand: "You guessed right, it was He who stole your destiny and identity and created the illusion."

Amon chuckled, "Your performance in the illusion was quite interesting; this eye is no match for you. Also, is that really where you lived?"

Clearly, Xiu had been watching the show the whole time.

Raphael replied, "Yes."

Then he added, "Thank you for helping me get rid of him."

Raphael knew that the guy was at least at the level of an angel.

Amon replied, "I don't need to kill him at all."

Amon laughed heartily: "This guy is really not very bright; he actually wanted to steal your destiny. I wouldn't dare to steal it myself."

"Actually, even if you do nothing, He will still die a terrible death, but in that case, the situation might be difficult to control."

Raphael hummed in agreement.

He knew, of course, that not everyone could withstand the initial setbacks.

Amon held the crystal with jade eyes in one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed it, splitting it in two. One piece was crystal, seemingly able to reflect different images; the other was an irregular polygonal jade structure, with a jade eye on each facet.

Amon tossed the jade eye to Raphael: "Here, take this. I'll keep the 'Thief's' property."

Raphael caught the jade eyes with both hands and glanced at them. Each eye seemed to be staring back at Raphael.

He immediately looked away: "What...what is this thing?"

"Originally, it was just a monster that matched Sequence 2, the Trojan Horse of Fate, but it stole something it shouldn't have." Amon smiled knowingly again: "Its brain is really not up to par, daring to steal something that fell from the sky—"

"Of course, it might be something that fell from the sky," tempting Him to steal.

"No matter what, they've become a strange combination."

Raphael realized, "You noticed it all along, didn't you?"

"Yes," Amon replied.

Raphael resisted the urge to twitch his lips. He could almost picture Amon studying the monster. To Amon, this mutated creature was something he might "squat" over and watch like a schoolchild observing ants carrying food, spending an entire afternoon observing it.

Amon stood up: "Alright, you can keep going. You have a long way to go."

Raphael said sincerely again, "Thank you."

Amon replied, "Take me to a puppet show another day."

Raphael nodded before saying, "You seem to really want what happened back then to be publicized?"

"Times have changed," Amon suddenly remarked. "Some old scores should be settled. Hehehe, but before that, I need to have the ability to do so."

With a wave of his hand, he bid farewell, and the next second, he disappeared from Raphael's sight.

It was as if someone had suddenly pressed the "play" button, and everyone and the lightning in the sky began to move again.

Everyone was astonished by the sudden appearance of the several-meter-tall Bradel zombie and the sudden attack from Xiu. Time seemed to rewind to the moment Bradel zombie had delivered that final blow.

Raphael was relieved; it wasn't Amon who stopped time, but rather he manipulated other people's perception of time.

Or rather, their consciousness became distorted; even though three minutes had passed, they only felt that one second had elapsed.

Compared to manipulating time, human consciousness is easier to control.

Raphael didn't explain anything to anyone; he simply had Bradel's undead retreat to a distance and return to their original positions.

Soon, the saints of Sen'er City sensed something was amiss and gathered around Raphael.

Raphael first offered his jade eyes as a sacrifice to the "Lord of Evil Desires," and then said to the saints, "Alright, the danger is over."

The saints exchanged glances and then devoutly praised the "Lord of Evil Desires".

Clearly, they believed that the "Lord of Evil Desires" had swiftly resolved the problem at a speed imperceptible to them.

Raphael still didn't explain, after all, Amon had only helped out of respect for the "Lord of Lust".