Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 472 Fraud

When Klein took that step, history seemed to regress beneath his feet, instantly spanning thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Then, he saw the brilliant light gate tinged with a bluish-black hue, and saw one transparent cocoon after another hanging on the light gate, one of which was himself.

"Is that really so?" Klein waved his hand, and the gray-white mist parted, revealing the cities hidden within.

Skyscrapers, all kinds of cars, pedestrians coming and going...

Klein's consciousness only glanced at it before dissipating.

Because of that almost real world hidden deep within his spirit, he felt nothing for the ruins before him; his heart was filled with a sense of clarity, as if he had deciphered a mystery, rather than despair.

Perhaps it's because he already had some guesses about the truth, since he's not actually that lonely now.

"So, what did you see?" Klein stared blankly at Amon.

After saying the name "Chenobyl," Amon's eyes widened and locked onto Klein.

"Yes, I did see something." Amon withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.

Klein felt a chill run through his body. As expected of the "God of Deception," he had taken every precaution, but he still fell for it.

Just now, the grayish-white mist that surged from his body and everything that formed a deeper connection with the "Source Castle" fell into Amon's eyes.

He couldn't even know what kind of information Amon had gotten from him.

"Congratulations, your 'Ancient Scholar' potion has been completely digested, so are you going to the Giants' Court?" Amon suddenly brought up another matter.

Klein was somewhat agitated, feeling that the two brothers were plotting against him.

"You got in through the paranoid route, do you think I didn't know?" Amon pushed up his monocle, looking at Klein with a half-smile.

"Even if you hadn't gone through His channels, my true form would have already blocked you outside the land of the forsaken God."

Klein's spirit leaped, and his intuition told him that it was true!

Adam and Amon aren't as close as I thought; they can have disagreements too... This thought flashed through Klein's mind.

But in the next instant, his spirituality exploded, giving him a warning.

"Don't trust Amon!"

Once Klein had established the ultimate principle, he suddenly calmed down. He couldn't believe anything Amon said afterward, and he even had to actively forget some things.

"Sassriel has already become a god, but what is that thing inside? It can't be that the teacher dragged an imposter to become a god back then, can it?" Amon said the most terrifying guess in the most ordinary tone.

"We can all see that it's Sasriel inside, but everyone wants to know what kind of thing it is."

Klein pursed his lips tightly, his heart pounding.

He entered the Forsaken Land so easily and completed the ritual of the "Child of Illusion," but now he has to pay the price.

But he underestimated the danger...

"And why you?" Amon's question piqued Klein's interest once again.

Klein was saddened to discover that even after the ultimate program was established, he was still easily manipulated by Amon.

"It's because of 'Source Castle'!" Amon revealed the answer.

"How about it? That's something my teacher and even the paranoid wouldn't want to deal with. You can imagine how dangerous it is. Why don't you give me 'Source Castle' and I'll take the blame for you?"

Klein almost laughed in anger. "If you're so capable, then steal it!"

"Sigh, it seems you already know." Amon sighed softly.

"That 'Lord of Mysteries' is just as biased as our teacher, binding 'Source Castle' to you and not giving me the slightest chance." Amon complained about the old man's favoritism, like a spoiled brat clamoring for a share of the family fortune.

"Oh, you don't know this yet, do you? When you all traveled through time together, it was the teacher who personally intervened and ruined the chance for everyone else to get to the 'Source Castle,' so that the 'Source Castle' ended up on you."

"Otherwise, with hundreds or even thousands of transmigrators, it's uncertain who will get their turn."

"Tell me, what is this if not favoritism?"

"Oh, wait a minute," Amon said, adjusting his monocle slightly, "this isn't good for you, since you've probably already realized it."

"The Mystery is about to awaken."

Klein stared at Amon expressionlessly.

Amon met Klein's gaze with a smile on his lips, not uttering a single lie, which was quite rare for a "god of deception."

But who says the "truth" can't be lied to?

Klein's spiritual intuition told him that these words were true, and certain thoughts began to run through his mind uncontrollably.

Why didn't Truman choose someone else?

Klein's nostrils twitched slightly, and his breathing suddenly became a little heavier.

"So, is there anything else?" Klein asked softly after exchanging a few silent glances with Amon.

"...You still want to hear more? Okay then!"

Amon narrowed his eyes slightly, then continued speaking.

"Because of the teacher's existence, that 'Lord of Mysteries' changed the rules of the 'Source Castle,' making it impossible to steal, cheat, or fool."

"So, whether it's me, Bethel, or Antigonus, if we want to get the 'Source Castle' from you, we must..." Amon paused deliberately.

"...I'll eat you up."

Amon suddenly laughed, looking into Klein's eyes, "The moment you woke up, your fate became inextricably linked with the three of us. Only one of us can emerge victorious."

"There can only be one winner, but not only one survivor," Klein suddenly said.

"..." Amon blinked and clapped his hands lightly. "Your intuition is quite sharp, but the three of us might be able to survive through some means, but you can't."

"I know, because of 'Source Castle'," Klein continued, picking up where Amon left off.

"So, is there any other, more secretive information? I'm tired of hearing that." Klein looked at Amon with indifferent eyes.

"I'd also like to know why that Sasriel from the Giants' Court is so special that you're all focused on him, yet no one is going to deal with him?"

Klein's eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge, and he asked Amon questions like a student.

Well... if we ignore the fact that Amon is Amon, he is still very knowledgeable and can answer most of Klein's questions.

"Also, do you know about the Western Continent? Did the elves really migrate from there?"

"Of course, the most important question is: why did the gods attack your father back then? What is the true nature of the Redemption Rose? Why aren't you in this organization?"

The smile on Amon's lips vanished completely, and the two expressionless faces stared at each other silently.

(End of this chapter)