1153 The Sunset Tunnel (1/2)

”Error”… Bug… Is that the essence of the Marauder pathway? As he came to a realization, Klein also confirmed one thing.

That was that the ancient sun god, the City of Silver Creator, Amon's father really did come from Earth.

The word that Amon said was standard English!

Fellow Earthling, your two children have really caused me so much pain… If only they were all like Bernadette… As he lampooned inwardly, he asked curiously, ”You want to use this dream world's… loophole?”

Klein controlled himself and didn't use the term ”bug” to describe it, lest it would arouse suspicion in Amon due to his overly ordinary fluency when speaking the word. He would then reveal a trump card for no reason.

Faced with a King of Angels who could steal his thoughts and deeply ”Parasitize” him, he had very few trump cards to begin with. He had to make good use of every single one of them. Who knew when they might end up being effective.

At that moment, Amon had already walked out of the black cloister.

”He” had one hand in his pocket, and without doing anything, the heavy door opened automatically, as though it was welcoming the arrival of a distinguished guest.

”You can think of it that way, but in actual fact, it's a little more complicated than that.” Amon didn't show the might of a Blasphemer at all as he casually answered Klein's question, ”This dream world doesn't have any errors, or rather, loopholes. It's just that, due to the clashing of remnant divine powers, some places appear more chaotic. And I can use this chaos to create a loophole.”

As the huge door that was prepared for the giant was completely opened, Amon pinched his monocle and walked into the hall, venturing deep inside.

During this process, ”He” smiled and gave a more in-depth explanation:

”You should know very well that this cloister is composed of dreams.”

”Yes, it comes from the dreams of different living beings in the ruins of the battle of the gods.” After some thought, Klein added, ”It might also be left behind by some dreams from the past.”

At that moment, the man and angel walked on a winding black staircase. The light of dusk shone through the stained glass from high above, bringing with it a feeling of burning holiness.

Amon touched the human skull engraving on the railings and smiled as ”He” took in the surroundings.

”Generally speaking, the area you enter this dream world is where you end up when waking up, regardless if you're in the dreams of other living beings in other seas.”

Unable to nod, Klein could only express his opinion with words.

”That's right.”

”And after I create a loophole, I can wake up in the corresponding location by entering other dreams. Clearly, this cloister is much smaller than the sea ruins outside. The structure is even narrower. Perhaps, we can reach our destination in a few minutes.” There was a hint of joy in Amon's tone.

To ”Him,” creating and exploiting loopholes was a joyous matter.

…This… Amon is actually able to use such a method to quickly pass through the ruins of the battle of the gods. We won't even be wasting an hour or two, much less one or two weeks… As expected of a King of Angels, the Blasphemer of the Fourth Epoch… The glimmer of hope that was generated in Klein vanished instantly.

He wasn't sure if Amon had deliberately not mentioned it in advance, so as to enjoy watching the bubbles of ”His” target's hope being popped time and time again. Or if ”He” didn't care about such trivial matters. All he could do was to curb his heavy depression and say, ”You want to control the core dream of this illusory world?”

He remembered Queen Mystic Bernadette mentioning that she didn't dare enter the black wooden door in the deepest depths of the cloister.

”It's not me, it's us,” Amon replied with a smile.

”He” seemed to suddenly recall something. He raised his hand to adjust his monocle and asked with interest, ”Why did you put a monocle on your marionette?

”I didn't even need to prepare one myself.”

”…” Feeling awkward for a second, Klein thought for a second and decided to answer truthfully, ”Not long ago, in order to digest the Bizarro Sorcerer potion, I deliberately wore this monocle in front of the Red Angel evil spirit.”

Amon, who was walking down the stairs suddenly paused. ”He” turned ”His” head to look at Klein and smiled.

”Very interesting.”

This Angel of Time said thoughtfully, ”To think that Medici hasn't completely died. Next time, if I encounter 'Him,' I'll disguise myself to look like you, and then I'll wear a monocle in front of 'Him' again.”

Poor Sauron Einhorn Medici… As a whole King of Angels, can you not be so senseless… Is this the so-called ”God of Mischief”? When Klein heard that, he felt wistful, not knowing what to say.

Amon pressed down on the crystal monocle and asked, ”Did you wear this monocle on your left eye?”

”How did you know?” Klein was shocked, imagining that Amon had stolen the scene from the fog of history.

”How did I know?” Amon said with a smile. ”There are two possibilities. Firstly, it's because you're of a Beyonder of a low level, so you're definitely not a match for that fellow Medici. You were afraid that if your disguise was too realistic, then you would incur a fatal subconscious attack and deduced that you would be better of doing so. Secondly, if you had the intention of imitating me and ended up doing an accurate imitation, then I might be able to use the ripples generated by fate to detect the incident. Since I didn't notice it, it must mean that the monocle was worn on the wrong spot.

”Make a guess. Which possibility is it?”