Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 140: God-Forsaken Land
The wooden boat fell into the bottomless crack with the sea water.

Tang put away the wooden boat, and with the clown's sense of balance and the changes brought about by the "error", he was thrown to the other side of the bottomless ravine by the inertia of the sea water rising from the bottom of the ravine, the remains of the war between gods, the place where the ancient sun god fell.

There were no clouds in the sky, which was filled with the scorching and dry sun. This was an area that even the boundless sea was dyed golden.

It was different from any area he had been to before.

It's more treacherous and more dangerous here.

"If you don't pay attention, you may encounter an unbearable disaster."

After all, this is a region where divine power truly exists.

As a trickster, Tang heard a sharp and piercing noise after entering the ruins of the God War.

In this sea area, the higher the sequence, the easier it is to lose control, because this place is filled with the whispers of the true creator.

These whispers merged with the remaining divine power of the gods here, making it easier for the Extraordinary who could hear them more clearly to lose control, and the more powerful the Extraordinary, the more dangerous they became.

Of course, there is also a limit. Facing those angel kings, the mumbling here will not have much effect.

Tang adjusted the monocle in his right eye socket. The previous moment he was mumbling abnormally noisily and crazily, and the next moment those chaotic sounds disappeared.

He took advantage of the uniqueness of the thief's path to create a silent error and cheated some of the rules here.

This made the whispers no longer surround him, ignoring, or thinking that he was also part of the whispers in this area.

This creates a realm of error.

"I have to say that angels truly possess unimaginable power, and their uniqueness itself is an extremely terrifying mystery."

He knew that he had developed less than one percent of the monocle.

Taking advantage of 'errors' to create loopholes was also the mysticism that Amon had taught him recently.

"Amon is indeed my best teacher when it comes to exploiting the thief's uniqueness and using 'wrong' authority. Even a Sequence 1 grandfather can't compare to him in this respect. After all, Amon is the Angel King who was born with uniqueness..."

It feels like a max-level boss is taking a novice player around the Novice Village...

But Amon's personality, even if it was a fake Amon put together with crazy knowledge, made Tang feel goose bumps all over his body after listening to his voice too much.

For the sake of his own health, apart from learning such knowledge, he rarely unlocked the spiritual power of Amon in the isolating monocle.

But after entering the God War Ruins, at least before actually settling in the God-Forsaken Land, he would not block out this Angel King, the Son of the Creator, the embodiment of fraud and mischief, whose former life was at Sequence 1. After all, this place was indeed quite dangerous.

"Tsk." Amon smiled, his lips curled up, causing the monitoring system to generate another burst of error messages, wanting to format the thing directly.

"Did I do something wrong?" Tang Xing walked on the sea, looking around, and then he looked at the sky above his head.

"Of course there's no problem. I'm very optimistic about you." Amon's voice appeared through a monocle. It was a young man wearing a pointed hat, a broad forehead, a thin face, and an ancient magician's robe.

The only difference from the real Amon is that he doesn't wear any monocles.

"Why don't you try switching to Sequence 3 of the Thief's Path? With my help, your potion will be digested at an extremely terrifying speed."

"Time is not a problem, and neither is lifespan. I can give you the potion formula and the corresponding ritual. I can even become a part of your ritual."

"Perhaps, the next Time Worm will be born within five years... That's quite interesting, isn't it?"

Amon, who was happy to cause trouble for his current original self, suggested this.

"..."

Why do you all like to give me suggestions to change my path here?
"Well, what a pity." Realizing Tang's death stare, Amon could only say regretfully, "Next, you can try to steal the daylight here. Believe me, the extraordinary here will definitely exceed your imagination."

The daylight of the God War Ruins is also an extremely powerful extraordinary force.

Tang knew this, but he looked at the sun hanging high in the sky and said nothing.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

He is not an angel on earth, and he does not have enough spirituality to use seals to steal all these things directly.

"Tsk, why take it all?" Amon laughed.

"Because my spirituality isn't enough to allow me to make a very specific division of things that clearly have mystical connections, I can only steal and not steal something that's clearly a 'miracle' by taking advantage of the thief's uniqueness. I can't accurately determine how much of an item I stole and how much is left."

It's like trying to steal a baby's lifespan. With his skills, he can only steal the baby's lifespan all at once, causing it to die quickly. He can't just steal the baby's youth and adolescence, allowing the baby to enter adulthood immediately...

The daylight in the sky is one. He does not have enough spiritual power to directly interfere with the daylight in the entire ruins of the War of Gods, nor does he have any way to steal the daylight in part of the space. The power of mysticism connects them closely together.

Only the real Amon can steal the entire daylight from the ruins of the God War.

Tang is not an angel of the thief's path. His use of uniqueness is limited to his understanding of the thief's authority and the power that uniqueness itself brings.

"Still rational." Amon straightened the monocle that didn't exist in his eye socket, "You really don't consider becoming my Favored One? I can give you the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 1. This is what you deserve."

"And you should also know that the gift of fate always comes with a price tag." Amon lowered his voice, his voice seductive and alluring, "What does the Wilds of Knowledge intend to do with you? You really have no idea?"

"I can also take away the thing on your spirit body and help you, and bear the price."

"Help? How?" Tang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Let you parasitize in my body? Is this how you help me?"

"Or should I return the uniqueness of the Thief's Path to your original body, and then let your original body parasitize me?"

This ruthless guy was a terrifying fellow who almost stole Sefirah Castle after capturing Xiao Ke.

He was afraid that once he had the idea, once he nodded, this guy would walk out of the monocle, parasitize him, straighten the monocle, and say, "Ah, I finally parasitize you."

Then steal his fate and make him a lonely ghost in this world...

Even though Tang knew that this 'Amon' was not the same as the real Amon, he still doubted what was going on in the mind of the real Amon.

Is this a mythical creature born from the dead? He cheats and deceives people without blinking an eye?
'Why not...' Amon was about to say something when he was blocked by Tang.

Well, he took back the idea. He didn't plan to let Amon out until he was in actual danger.

This thing is also spiritual pollution.

The system, already sharpening its blade, spoke to its host and prepared to electrocute Amon. "Ahhhhh, this filthy thing is stirring up trouble here! This system will electrocute him!"

Tang: There is fatigue in the smile.

There are many strange things in the ruins of the God War, but Tang’s purpose is not here, and there will be opportunities to explore later.

After entering the Euclidean space, Tang put on mosaic glasses. A magician never performs unprepared performances. He avoids possible dangers in advance and reduces his own risk threshold to the lowest level. This is the principle he follows throughout his life as an extraordinary person.

"The spiritual world here is quite unique, and the situation in the God War Ruins is an overlap of three different things..."

The three different things, the ruins of the war of gods, the spiritual world, and the dream world, overlapped together, making the observation of Euclidean space quite uncontrollable, with strange shadows everywhere.

"Using Euclidean space to travel through this area is also quite risky, and would take even longer."

After careful consideration, Tang planned to replicate Amon's method, traveling through dreams and directly entering the place where the ancient sun god fell.

Temporarily covering up the overlapping projections of the spiritual world and the real world, Tang began to carefully observe the world of dreams.

"Euclidean space can indeed observe the state of the collective subconscious ocean, and dreams themselves are also part of the collective subconscious ocean. But the collective subconscious ocean here seems quite strange, almost equivalent to the spirit world, the high-ranking beings of the audience path, and the residual divine power of the Goddess of Night?"

He did not wait for the night to fall, but directly entered the black monastery in his dream in broad daylight through projection, and looked at the shadow of the Giant King's Court in the distance.

"Success."

The projection appeared in a black monastery composed of countless dreams, and Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

He adjusted the crystal monocle he was wearing.

The monastery in the dream is much smaller than the sea of ​​ruins outside. Compared to the various irregularities in the spiritual world, which is mixed with all kinds of strange things and knowledge, the structure here is more compact.

This allows him to reach his destination quickly.

After confirming that he could appear in the dream with his real body, Tang removed the projection from the higher-dimensional space.

"According to my preconceived notions, I need to at least reach the center of the God War Ruins, the place where the ancient Sun God fell, and enter the dreamland there. Only then can I pass through the Black Monastery and reach the phantom of the Giant King's Court in the dreamland."

"But since I appear in the dream in my true form, I don't need the core area of ​​the God War Ruins as a springboard. I can directly reach the God-Forsaken Land by passing through the phantom of the Giant King's Court in the dream."

In the original novel, Xiao Ke and Amon used an error to reach the center of the God War Ruins first, and then entered the dream there before entering the God-forsaken Land. However, Tang's method was more convenient.

He gazed at the magnificent buildings in the distance and began to ignite his spirituality.

He passed through one bizarre dream after another, moving quickly through the realm composed of dreams. Expanding his vision outward, he saw the shadow of the Giant King's Court frozen in the dusk, and he walked to the huge and magnificent building.

Taking a deep breath, Tang untied the restrictions on the monocle and looked at the tallest building in the Giant King's Court in front of him.

He did not chant the Name of the Lord, nor did he try to use his mistakes to open a new door.

With a tinkle sound, Tang flicked a gold coin. Without looking at the front and back of the coin, he caught the coin and took a step forward.

At the same time, he had prepared a spell to recreate yesterday in case of an emergency.

Tang passed through the shadow of the Giant King's Court.

"The power that sealed the God-Forsaken Land cannot have the same effect on the higher-dimensional world."

The authority of Euclid Space is aimed at Sefirah Castle?

What exactly was this space? The Essence? Or was it the kingdom of the evil god called the High Overlooker that he had seen before?
The dream was shattered, the spiritual world solidified, and the things in the Euclidean space began to change again.

All the images of the God War Ruins disappeared in the Euclidean space.
The projection of the Giant King's Court, which was clear just now, disappeared. What appeared in front of Tang now was the real earthly kingdom of the Giant King Ormir, which belonged to the Third Age.

"He really came in." Tang murmured softly.

“It went a little too smoothly.”

"No, not really." Amon suddenly said, "Look, trouble is coming."

The light of dusk dispelled the distant darkness, and Tang looked in the direction Amon pointed.

When he saw this, his expression instantly became strange.

In the God-forsaken Land, not far from the entrance to the Giant King's Court, a young man was sitting on a stone.

He had a broad forehead, a thin face, wore a pointed hat, a magician's robe, and in his left eye socket, he wore a monocle that looked like it was carved from crystal.

But the monocle looked dim, and it didn't seem to be an ornament made of pure crystal.

"Amon?!"

Wait, Amon wore the monocle on his left eye?

Before Tang could do anything, the weight in his right eye socket suddenly disappeared the moment he saw Amon's clone.

As if aware of something, the young man sitting on the stone suddenly raised his head.

He adjusted his monocle, seeming to be very interested in what was happening.

The next moment, his expression froze. He removed the monocle from his left eye and replaced it with the one on his right.

The dim crystal glasses became bright again.

The next moment, the Amon clone in front of Tang was replaced by countless mosaics.

Amon's clone was instantly infused with the uniqueness of the thief's path and the crazy knowledge that emanated from the monocle in Tang's hand.

'Badheir, the God of War, has died', 'The Lord of Mysteries has appeared'...

future! future! future!

The phantom formed by the crazy knowledge appeared in the monocle. It was a vague and ethereal mass, just like the existence of knowledge itself.

Only a pair of eyelash-less, indifferent, and almost transparent eyes allows this ball of knowledge to reveal its true nature.

He looked indifferently at Amon, who was wearing a monocle in his right eye socket. He knew that through this incarnation of Amon, all the incarnations of Amon in the Giant King's Court were infused with madness and pollution from the 'future'!

(End of this chapter)