Azik felt confused. He couldn't imagine such a version of himself, yet he couldn't entirely dismiss the doubts that arose after Lynn described the future to him.
But can I really trust him? Trust an angel I've only recently met? Why is he even willing to help me?
Do I have any other options besides him?
Countless questions swirled in Azik's mind. Every day, as he looked into the mirror and saw himself resembling the God of Death more and more, he found himself instinctively evading key points when questioned by the God of Death.
Azik didn't want to betray the God of Death, but he also wanted to live as himself.
Not to become a vessel for the God of Death one day in the future and lose his identity forever.
"Perhaps I should try to trust him..." Azik murmured inwardly. At that moment, he noticed that the two people who had been moving forward while bantering suddenly stopped.
This brought Azik back to reality, and he also stopped, ready to ask what was going on. Suddenly, he was stunned.
The two people in front of him had vanished. This made Azik's pupils shrink momentarily, and he quickly turned to look at Mr. Door, who had been quietly following behind. The latter hadn't disappeared; his brows were furrowed but his expression remained calm.
"Prince Bethel, is there an enemy..." Azik began to ask but was interrupted by Mr. Door.
"It's just some games between Libert and Amon, nothing you need to worry about..." Bethel Abraham said while making a motion with his hand, opening a door in the Space,
"You should go back first!"
With that, Bethel Abraham walked through the door and left.
Azik: ...
Although he had no idea what had happened, Azik's good upbringing made him take a deep breath, look down at the things Lynn had bought along the way that he was carrying, and decide to follow Mr. Door's advice and return.
After all, he couldn't afford to provoke any of the three ancestors.
Meanwhile, in a certain enclosed space:
"I see, using my recent behavior and some sarcastic remarks to switch concepts, you ultimately transferred me to this space alone and isolated the third person through conceptual errors, ensuring that even Bethel would need some time to find us... Truly worthy of being an Error, I'm completely outmatched when it comes to underhanded tactics against you guys."
Lynn glanced around, quickly gleaning some information from his "after-effects," and immediately understood what Amon had done. "No wonder you've been deliberately guiding me to use some friendly words to annoy you these past few days. It turns out you were following the same trick as ringing the bell..."
"So, as I thought, I hate playing with cunning people. Compared to you, Bethel's tactics are much simpler." Lynn pouted, not feeling particularly embarrassed about being outsmarted by Amon. After all, he never considered himself exceptionally intelligent. Outwitting Amon was something for Klein to handle; Lynn always preferred convincing people with logic.
Of course, "logic" in this context refers to physical force.
However, Amon was indeed a notable rogue for managing not to get killed despite his actions over the years. It was no wonder Bethel, theoretically stronger, was still wary of Amon... Lynn thought to himself, though his smile remained unchanged.
"But Libert, you don't seem at all nervous or afraid of what I might do to you," Amon said, adjusting his crystal monocle with a smile.
"No, you're wrong. I'm actually really scared!" Lynn replied earnestly, then spread his hands and asked, "So, Mr. Amon, what do you plan to do to me?"
He was actually not scared at all. Even though his "after-effects" were almost gone and he wasn't planning to act just yet, if Amon tried anything excessive, Lynn wouldn't hesitate to borrow power from his main body and give Amon a beating.
Did Amon really think he was some naive flower, unprepared for dealing with cunning people? If he wasn't prepared, he wouldn't have come out to play with Amon in the first place.
Moreover... Lynn lowered his gaze, took a leisurely bite of the fruit in his hand, and then looked at Amon, smiling, "Or perhaps, Amon, would you like to try parasitizing me?"
"Heh!" Upon hearing this suggestion, Amon chuckled softly and snapped his fingers.
With that action, another Amon fell out of his body. This one looked younger and, after hitting the ground with a "thud," got up while grumbling.
"Main body, you are so rude, not gentlemanly at all like Father. If you do this again, I'll vote against you in the next full Amon election."
"Pfft..." Although Lynn knew they were probably just acting, he couldn't help but laugh. "You should tell him that if he does it again, he'll lose you. Rebellion against the tyranny of the main body, the world belongs to the clones. Young man, you have a long way to go!"
"Rebellion against the tyranny of the main body, the world belongs to the clones. I like that saying." The young Amon clone's eyes visibly brightened.
"If you get along so well with Libert, why not try parasitizing him? If you succeed, you two can truly connect on a deeper level," Amon suggested to the young clone with a smile.
"Main body, you speak as if I have a choice in the matter. The last Amon who chose otherwise got kicked into... somewhere," the young Amon clone muttered, seeming to want to name a place but becoming vague.
Is he referring to the poor Amon who got kicked into the Sea of Chaos?
Lynn speculated inwardly, smiling as he watched the young Amon clone approach. Out of humanitarian concern, he sincerely warned, "If you try to parasitize me, you might die."
"Can't be helped, I don't want to parasitize you either, but as the one voted the unluckiest in the full Amon election, I have no choice." The young Amon clone sighed, adjusted his crystal monocle, and it was only then that he truly seemed like an Amon clone; all his previous behavior was merely acting.
The young Amon clone then vanished from Lynn's sight without the slightest delay.
Lynn raised an eyebrow but didn't stop the parasitization attempt. He silently counted down in his mind, three, two, one...
"Ahhhhhhh!"
(End of Chapter)
TN: Sigh. Amon, when will he learn to not poke a hornets nest? It seems he needs to call his daddy/brother again to save his butt. 🙃
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