Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 31 Amon
After Ceris and Klein parted ways, they did not return to the tavern. Instead, they took a step forward, crossing the space and arriving in Backlund.

Pioneering power, boy.

[I admit you look handsome now, but you looked really awkward when you secretly took the train to anchor a few days ago.]

This is also a tavern, the Backlund branch of the "World's End" tavern. However, it's not open yet.

Pushing open the door and walking out of the tavern, although Backlund is known as the "City of Hope", its weather is obviously not as welcoming to outsiders as its name suggests.

An invisible stream of air enveloped Serris's head, keeping the smog out. His expertise in the Mystery wasn't particularly strong; fabricating a person was practically his limit. So, today, he was going to recruit his first employee in this world.

After all, he can't do everything himself.

[Gornies: I have an opinion.]

"I can not understand what you say."

【Transfer to manual.】

Serris was holding a compass and muttering something incomprehensible like "To find dragons and divide gold, look at the winding mountains. Each layer of winding is a level of difficulty."

[I'm not well-educated, so don't lie to me. Are you sure you should use a compass at a time like this?]

The compass needle suddenly moved and turned. A second later, it began to swing left and right, sometimes a little to the left, sometimes a little to the right.

"Hey, trying to run." Serris started chasing after him.

【Ah? This is really useful?】

Cerus quickly caught up with it. It was a stray dog ​​with black and white fur. Its head was mostly black except for a circle of white hair around its right eye socket, like a pair of monocles.

At this time, the stray dog ​​was sitting on the ground with an innocent look in its eyes and its tail wagging. It didn't look like it was desperately running to escape someone's clutches just a few minutes ago.

"I think, buddy, you must have some misunderstanding about me. There is no need for you to be so afraid of me." Serris walked up to the stray dog, looked down at it, and spoke in a friendly tone.

He squatted down and held a piece of broken glass to the circle on the stray dog's right eye.

Seeing its identity completely exposed, the stray dog ​​plucked the broken glass with its paw. Its body began to swell and grow. Soon, it transformed into a man. The man wore a classical black robe and a matching pointed hat. He had curly black hair, dark eyes, a broad forehead, a thin face, and a single lens made of polished crystal in his right eye.

The man adjusted the monocle on his right eye and said with a gentle smile, "Sir, it seems we haven't met before. I wonder what you want from me?"

Serris put his arm around Amon's neck, behaving as intimately as if they were friends who had known each other for a long time.

"I've taken a rough look at you. You're currently... well, you seem to be just a Sequence 4 parasite." Serris smacked his lips in disdain. "Your true form is the Angel King. Giving you only this little Beyonder characteristic is truly stingy."

"Yes, yes," Amon nodded, as if agreeing with what Serris said, "The original body is simply too much."

"Then you don't have any ideas? For example: 'Overthrow the tyranny of the original body, the world belongs to the clone' or something like that?" Serris's body shook, and Amon's body also shook.

Amon held his chin in thought, seemingly considering the feasibility of this matter. "Hmm..." He nodded thoughtfully and turned to look at Serris. "But I can't defeat Him. Can you help me?"

"Of course, buddy." Serris patted his chest and promised.

Amon snapped his fingers. "Well, I'll trick my real body out, and we'll work together from the inside out. We'll unite and become two cheese sandwiches..."

Serris hooked his arm around Amon's and shook it again. "I know you're anxious, but don't worry. You can't steal my thoughts."

Amon chuckled twice, and the next second, Amon quickly raised his hand and patted the back of Serris's exposed hand. A "distance" stolen from somewhere was patted on the back of Serris's hand and on his skin.

The sudden "distance" should have been released from Serris's left hand at the point where Amon slapped it, and should have quickly torn Serris's left hand apart, but in fact, Serris just cooperated and let his left hand be slapped away by Amon.

Amon pinched his eye sockets, showing no sign of regret for his surprise attack on Serris. He continued to talk to Serris with a smile on his face. "Actually, this is just a precaution. After all, I need to know if you really want to help me fight my real body, don't you?"

"Understandable," Ceris spread his hands. "So shall we continue discussing your plan?"

Amon nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, but perhaps we can bring more Amons with us to overthrow the original body."

"Really? That's great. How about your friends?"

"Haven't you heard? There are often more Amons lurking around one Amon." Amon looked very surprised.

"Of course I know," Ceris said, his smile still as bright as ever. "So can you call them all out?"

Amon sighed, "It's a pity that I am the 'Amon around Amon'. There are no other Amons around me."

Serris opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly he felt his clothes become heavy and hard, as if they had suddenly turned into iron.

This Sequence 4 Amon used his identity as "Amon" to steal the extraordinary ability of Sequence 3 "Deceiving Mentor" and deceived Serris's clothes into thinking that he was a piece of iron.

The Amons emerged from nowhere, robbing Serris from all directions. Some were pedestrians on the roadside, some were birds flying overhead, some were bugs in the soil, and even worse, microorganisms in the air.

But they soon discovered that they had no way of stealing any abilities from Serris, and could only steal some unknown energies whose uses were unknown.

Destiny Walkers are different from Extraordinary people in the potion system. Their control over destiny depends entirely on self-development and they do not have any fixed skills.

Then, the Amons felt as if they had mastered some strange power, but some of them began to change. Some of them grinned and laughed; some grew vines on their bodies; some were on fire; some became stiff; some suddenly split into a field of time insects...

The worst ones seemed to have stolen the power of destiny from Nothingness and Patrol.

The few who had stolen the void began to look blankly, and they stood there, frozen in place, unable to think. The hunting power seemed to treat them as prey, running wildly through their bodies, and the weaker Amons were torn to pieces on the spot.

"Oh!" Serris clapped his hands and cheered. He hadn't done anything yet. But they had already started the chaos.

It's really fun.

(End of this chapter)