1152 "Error" (2/2)

At this moment, the levitating Amon muttered to ”Himself,” ”If my mausoleum in Backlund hadn't been destroyed by the Church of Steam, we could've used the Abyss as a springboard to head there directly. We wouldn't have to go through all this trouble.”

”…” Klein guiltily changed the topic.

”The Abyss is connected to the Forsaken Land of the Gods?”

”No.” Amon shook ”His” head and said with a relaxed expression, ”But I can use some of its characteristics to go anywhere.”

”I heard that there were some nasty changes in the Abyss.” With a thought, Klein probed.

Amon turned ”His” head and glanced at him without concealing ”His” curiosity.

”You're actually aware.”

”Yes, I once thought of exploring the Abyss.” Klein didn't speak further, afraid that the King of Angels of the Marauder pathway would discover that he could read Roselle's diary.

At this moment, Amon suddenly laughed.

”You want to explore the Abyss?”

”What's so funny about that?” Klein was very interested in what had happened to the Abyss to begin with; thus, he took the opportunity to cooperate with Amon in an attempt to know more.

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly had a new idea:

Using the conversation he had with Amon, he could grasp more historical secrets to speed up his digestion of the Scholar of Yore potion. That way, he could try using it to deepen his control of Sefirah Castle and escape from his current predicament.

This thought flashed through his mind as he quickly restrained himself and stopped thinking about such matters.

In regards to his question, Amon chuckled and said, ”Your visiting of the Abyss is like offering yourself as a beautifully packaged gift to someone who wants it.”

”…Dark Side of the Universe?” Klein was first alarmed before he made a guess.

Amon nodded.

”'He' was originally the only surviving ancient god, the Devil Monarch, Farbauti. Now, heh.”

Without finishing ”His” sentence, Amon leaped and jumped into the huge, illusory rift with the strong winds.

With that, Klein lost the support of the wind and fell straight down.

After an unknown period of time, the water that resembled a fountain surged upwards rapidly, throwing him and Amon to the other side of the severed face.

Just as he entered the ruins of the battle of gods, Klein was hit by bright sunlight. He suddenly heard a series of intense and crazy ravings.

It was like a thin needle that pierced through his eardrums and stabbed into his brain, filling every thought with immense pain.

As for the Worms of Spirit that formed his Mythical Creature form, they gradually changed, as though they were about to give birth to a degenerate consciousness that didn't belong to him.

The True Creator's ravings!

With regards to this, Klein could barely withstand it, but it was difficult for him to hold on for too long. There was no way for him to go too far in the ruins of the battle of gods.

At this moment, he saw that the monocle on Amon's right eye absorbed all the light around them. It became unusually bright and white.

Then, a thick darkness ruled the sky.

Amon directly stole the ”day” of the ruins of the battle of gods!

In the darkness, this Angel of Time's avatar brought Klein to an island and made him sleep against a stone pillar.

Soon, Klein arrived in the hazy dream world. He saw the projection of the Giant King's Court, which was filled with an epic feeling, opposite the black cloister and the cliff.

Amon, wearing the black silk top hat and crystal monocle, appeared beside him. With a relaxed smile, ”He” pointed at the projection of the Giant King's Court that was frozen in the sunset.

”That's the entrance to the Forsaken Land of the Gods.”

After some thought, Klein raised his doubts:

”Don't you need to enter a dream at a specific location to open the entrance?”

He couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope again. He thought that it would be great if Amon wasted a week or two of his time in the ruins of the battle of gods.

”That's right.” Amon didn't deny what Klein had said. ”He” casually said, ”If you wish to open the entrance, you have to travel on a ship to the core of this ruin's waters. This might take more than a month, and you will experience many dangers that you're currently unable to withstand. As for me, I don't have to.”

”Is it because you're the son of the Creator?” Klein guessed in deliberation.

”No.” Amon had one hand in ”His” pocket as ”He” turned to walk to the black cloister's entrance. ”In chaotic places like this, 'order' is in shambles, and the laws governing them have mutated. There are too many things that can be exploited.”

As this Angel of Time walked, ”He” turned to look at Klein.

”The Marauder pathway's Sequence 0 has a very abstract name, Error.

”It was named by my father. 'He' once used a strange word of unknown origins to represent it:

”Bug.

”When translated, it's a trojan horse of fate, the slug of time, the loopholes in rules, the manifestation of all errors.”