Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 747 Antigonus' Proposal
The light and shadow of history stopped at a certain moment in the past. The sunlight, air, and even the secret dolls in the city were all frozen, and even the colors seemed dim.

In front of Antigonus, there was a woman sitting on the grass. She had a beautiful face, but two animal legs grew on her ribs and waist respectively. They were covered with short, thick and hard black hair, and there were thin black strips floating around them, which looked like tentacles extending from her body.

She sat there very quietly in the deep night, without much expression on her face, like a delicate doll lacking emotions.

Klein's gaze lingered on her, and past memories flooded into his mind. He had seen her more than once, and had summoned her before. No, it should be her historical projection.

0-17, the container used by the goddess before her descent!

It seems that Antigonus and his sister have a good relationship. At this time, the first thing they think of is to see each other.

Antigonus did not look back, and said with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes:
"You arrived faster than I thought, Master of Sefirah Castle."

"You knew I would come to the mist of history to look for you? Then why didn't you leave in advance? Even if you have mastered the uniqueness, under the suppression of Sefirah Castle, it would still be difficult for you to win against me."

Klein looked at Antigonus with a hint of doubt and asked.

For a moment, he suspected that this historical spot was a trap. But this was just an objective history that could not be changed. How could there be any trap?
Antigonus stood up from the boulder and turned to look at Klein.

It was not until this moment that Klein finally saw clearly the young son of the Ancient God who had survived the Second Age:

His figure sometimes solidified and then faded, as if he was wearing a mysterious and classical black robe, a hood that made it impossible to see his face, and was shrouded in a thin layer of grayish-white mist.

Such changes occur alternately and gradually slow down in frequency.

And every time such a change occurred, slippery tentacles with strange patterns would extend from under Antigonus' body.

After a long while, His figure finally stabilized, revealing His true appearance:
The dark eyes contained an indescribable vicissitude, but the face looked quite young, with good-looking facial features. On the cheeks, there were tufts of coarse black hair like wolf hair, and the long hair was half white, half hidden and half visible, giving people a contradictory feeling of being both old and youthful, both rational and crazy.

Klein asked in confusion, "Haven't you gotten rid of your madness? Why are you still like this?"

"I did get rid of the madness, but that doesn't mean my problems are completely solved. It's like a bucket that has been leaking. Resurrection only makes the original bucket full of water again, but the cracks are still there and the leaks continue."

"Moreover, there is almost no trace of me in this era. No one remembers me anymore. Without an anchor, it is difficult for me to stabilize my mental state."

"And I don't have a chance to rebuild my faith. Whether it's you, Amon, or Amanisis and the True Creator, as long as I reveal even a little bit of evidence, you will find me by following the clues."

"I have gathered some information during this period and have a rough idea of ​​the current situation. I don't think I have a chance to compete with you for that position."

"Whether it's my allies or my own condition, I'm too bad."

Antigonus' tone was neither impatient nor depressed. Instead, it was free and easy, answering Klein's questions as if he was chatting with an old friend.

Klein listened calmly without interrupting.

After a long time, Antigonus stopped his babble, and the transparent and slippery tentacles extending from under his clothes were all retracted, and the thin mist surrounding his body also disappeared.

All that was left was a black classical robe still draped over his body, and a strange, cold, illusory mask with blank facial features in his hand.

His gaze lingered on the virtual mask in his hand for a while, and he suddenly sighed and threw it to Klein:

"This is my father's relic. You can take it directly. If you successfully contain it, I will give you the last characteristic of the 'Secret Servant'."

"On the contrary, if you fail, I will rely on my connection with the Uniqueness to quietly replace you and become the new master of Sefirah Castle."

"This is a fight between the Fools. It is difficult for other beings to intervene, and they cannot provide you with much help."

"How about it? Do you dare to bet with me?"

Klein subconsciously reached out and took the mask. It felt cold and weightless, as if it wasn't a real object.

Antigonus' proposal was beyond his expectations, but not so surprising. After talking with the "Goddess of Night", he had a hunch that he could easily find Antigonus and convince the other party.

After two seconds of silence, he chuckled:

"Haha, I have mastered Sefirah Castle, and the biggest advantage is mine. Why would I take the risk of betting with you? Gambling is not a good habit."

"But I accept your proposal. I am not Amon, and I don't like playing cat and mouse games. As the 'Servant of Mysteries', you should have three more chances to revive. If you don't make any changes, we may even be deadlocked until the end of the world, which is not what I want to see." "At least in my opinion, both you and I are more suitable to be the 'Lord of Mysteries' than Amon."

Antigonus nodded without any expression on his face.
"I'll be waiting for you in the Kingdom of Night. Out of courtesy, I should wish you success, but I don't really want to see that kind of scene, so, that's it."

"I won't give you too much time. While you are trying to accommodate your uniqueness, I will also try to transform you into a secret doll."

As the words fell, Antigonus' figure gradually became transparent, disappeared from this historical spot, and left the fog of history.

Looking at the place where Antigonus left, Klein chuckled and looked beyond the historical spot.
"Heh, it seems like He is waiting for me here on purpose, what do you think?"
Beyond the spots of light, rays of light belonging to civilization bloomed from the fog, constantly interweaving and outlining the figure of Renekton.

He lowered his head and looked at Klein, who was in history, and replied calmly:
"Maybe, maybe not."

"But He made a decision that was in the best interest of Himself. He gave Himself a chance to pursue the position of 'Lord of Mysteries'. Although there is a high probability of failure, it is better than a direct conflict and then being swallowed by you or Amon."

"As long as he is prepared in advance, he can continue to survive as a 'miracle worker'."

In the illuminated historical spot, Klein's figure quietly emerged. He looked at this piece of history belonging to the Third Epoch and sighed:
"This is also in my best interest. There is no need for a direct fight and it won't attract the attention of Amon and the True Creator."

"Next I need to think about accommodating uniqueness. What suggestions do you have?"

Renekton thought for a moment and replied:
"A simplified version of the godhood ritual can help accommodate the uniqueness. Alternatively, you can find a way to complete a complete godhood ritual, and after accommodating the uniqueness, directly gather the last bit of the 'Secret Servant' trait and become a true 'Fool'."

"It is difficult to fool time. What has happened cannot be changed. Moreover, the authority of time belongs to Amon. You can only find a way based on history and fate."

Klein nodded. The only method he could think of was the one Antigonus had used. With the help of Sefirah Castle, he could also steal fate, characteristics, and identity.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Renekton and said:

"I plan to use Zaratul's identity. I still have the spiritual imprint of Him in the Beyonder characteristic of 'The Servant of Mystery'. I can find a way to make Him return, and then replace Him and become Him."

Renekton remained silent until the silvery white in his eyes disappeared, then he nodded and responded:
"This is not enough for a rite of apotheosis, but it is enough to contain the uniqueness."

Klein nodded, then changed the subject:

"I plan to go to Calderon City deep in the spirit world and get some water from the 'River of Everlasting Darkness' so that the goddess can help me create a dream that is solid enough."

"Ah."

Renekton nodded slightly, his figure faded and disintegrated into rays of light without any color, surging out of the mist of history.

Klein was stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised by Renekton's reaction. He thought the other party would give him some hints or warnings.

"You left just like that? Do you think the tributaries in Calderon City are not too dangerous for me? Or do you believe that I can handle it myself?"

Klein muttered to himself and shook his head. His figure quickly faded and became transparent. He left the fog of history and returned to the palace above the gray fog, preparing to go to Calderon to obtain water from the "River of Eternal Darkness".

The astral world is an abstract and illusory country surrounded by countless branch-like colors.

Rays of civilization's "light" emerged from history and returned to Renekton's body. He looked down at the milky white dice in his hand and chuckled:

"This is the best development. Compared to the other gods and the candidates for the Lord of Mysteries, we are more eager than them to have someone succeed and then uncover the seal of the Western Continent."

The milky white dice shook weakly in his hand twice, revealing a four facing upwards.

Dong~Dong~A somewhat illusory knocking sound suddenly echoed. As Renekton raised his head, an illusory shadow appeared in this divine kingdom.

Looking at Russell who suddenly appeared, he clenched his right fist holding the dice and said casually:

"Since you knocked on the door, why didn't you wait for me to say come in?"

"The knock on the door was just my courtesy. Since you didn't refuse, that means you agree."

As he spoke, Russell stretched out his hand and dragged in the air, and a gorgeously decorated high-backed chair appeared directly under him.

(End of this chapter)