Although Tiny Amon strongly suspected that his true body might be seriously ill, unfortunately, as a mere avatar, he couldn't stop the behavior of his true self from deteriorating. He could only sit quietly in the cage, waiting to be sent out as a gift.
Fortunately, Tiny Amon didn't have too much resistance to this. For him, wasn't it just being sent to Lynn to raise? He was already used to it. In the Fourth Epoch, his other self was still being kept in a cage and raised!
Lynn, that odd fellow, although his personality was somewhat problematic, was still much more principled compared to his true body. Having been raised by Lynn for some time, although he was treated like a hamster and teased daily, Tiny Amon hadn't really suffered any abuse. So, Tiny Amon remained quite calm.
Naturally, Amon's true body noticed Tiny Amon's mindset, causing him to smile and shake the cage in his hand. Adjusting his monocle, he asked, "You seem to be looking forward to this?"
"If I said I wasn't looking forward to it, would you not send me out?" Tiny Amon sat cross-legged in the cage and rolled his eyes upon hearing this.
"Heh!" Amon's true body chuckled and didn't answer directly. He only said, "You're getting corrupted faster than I anticipated."
Hearing this, Tiny Amon fell silent for two seconds before pouting angrily, as if he had thought of something. "Isn't that exactly what you wanted? A corrupted Amon, one who might truly be taken into Lynn's protective circle."
"Are you angry?" Amon's true body raised the cage to eye level, staring at the tiny Amon inside, who was not much larger than a hamster.
"I don't need to be angry." Tiny Amon's expression instantly turned cold as he stared back at his true body. "Perhaps I will be the one who survives in the end."
"I'm looking forward to that day," Amon's true body replied with a smile. He then lowered the cage holding Tiny Amon, casually carrying it as he walked in a certain direction.
...
Lynn was naturally unaware that Amon had already packed up Tiny Amon, preparing to send him to Lynn as a gift. If he knew, he would probably remark, "As expected of Amon, he even willing to sell himself."
Lynn merely finished preparing the Northern Continent specialties with Mr. Fool to bring to the people of Silver City. After saying goodbye to Klein, he set off with Medici and Ouroboros for the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
As Lynn had mentioned before, the passage provided by the True Creator wasn't particularly safe. Ordinary Beyonders attempting to pass through would most likely face certain death without the protection of a powerful figure.
However, for Lynn's trio, where the weakest member was an angel, it was naturally not a problem. They quickly passed through the special passage provided by the True Creator and arrived at the Forsaken Land.
"So this is the Forsaken Land of the Gods..." Lynn surveyed the surroundings, which were clearly ruins, devoid of any signs of human activity for an untold number of years, with only monsters roaming in the surrounding darkness.
A lantern had appeared in Lynn's hand at some point, with its orange-red light flickering within the glass cover, illuminating the area around Lynn and his companions.
Although the trio's strength was such that they theoretically had no need for light to fear the monsters in the darkness, who would willingly invite trouble?
Medici, on the other hand, wasn't holding a lantern. Instead, a few small flames floated around him, their scarlet light reflecting his slightly complex expression.
Unlike Ouroboros, Medici had rarely visited the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
The special nature of the True Creator allowed him and his followers, angels and saints alike, to travel relatively freely between the Forsaken Land. However, the True Creator only retreated to the Forsaken Land after losing the War of the Four Emperors in the Fourth Epoch.
Before that, unless specifically sent to explore the Forsaken Land, no one in their right mind would venture here.
And Medici, as one of the top subordinates of the True Creator, had no time to visit the Forsaken Land of the Gods before being ambushed by Tudor. Afterward, even knowing his master had retreated to the Forsaken Land, he was unable to come here, as he had turned into an evil spirit, forced to reside in an underground mausoleum.
So, now that he had finally set foot in this land, which once belonged to the most loyal followers of the Ancient Sun God, but had since been destroyed due to the Sun God's fall, Medici couldn't help but feel a complex mix of emotions.
"...Should we go find Amon first or head to Silver City?" Ouroboros asked, a bit confused as he looked at his two seemingly sentimental companions. Already accustomed to the desolate landscape of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, he couldn't understand what Lynn and Medici were thinking at this moment. Seeing that neither of them moved for a long time, he couldn't help but ask.
After thinking for a moment, Ouroboros added expectantly, "Or maybe we could go see the True Creator first?"
Ouroboros glanced at Lynn, then at Medici, and seriously said, "The True Creator is eager to meet you both."
"I'll visit him..." Lynn retracted his gaze from the dark sky and suddenly smiled. "But before we see the True Creator, we might need to entertain some other guests."
Hearing this, Medici furrowed his brows, evidently guessing something.
Ouroboros, however, blinked in confusion, then looked in a certain direction and said in surprise, "Amon, what are you doing here?"
Amon's figure had somehow appeared atop a half-collapsed wall not far away. He seemed to have been waiting there for some time, lounging leisurely, with his legs dangling down and gently swinging. He held a cage in his hand, its top covered with a black cloth.
Lynn examined this Amon, who looked no different from the Duke Amon in his memories. Black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, a thin face, and even the same simple black classical robe and pointed hat. He also wore a monocle made of crystal.
If there was any difference, it was that this Amon appeared more relaxed and composed, as if unaware that Lynn and his companions were here to trouble him, instead thinking they were here for a friendly reunion.
Had he gotten cocky? Or was he planning something devious?
But that cage in his hand...
Lynn squinted slightly and smiled, "Long time no see, Little Amon. You're still wearing that outfit. Could it be that after the fall of the Tudor Empire, you couldn't even afford new clothes?"
"Not only can't he afford new clothes, it seems Little Raven doesn't even have a place to stay, he is living on the streets," Medici, not one to miss a beat, immediately followed up on Lynn's words. He even took a closer look at Amon, shook his head with a sigh, and pretended to sympathize, saying,
"Little Raven, do you need Uncle Medici to give you some financial assistance? Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have to sell yourself."
"But even if Amon wanted to sell himself, no one would dare take him, right?" Ouroboros pondered this and then seriously added.
Who would dare buy this Blasphemer, and not be parasitized?
(End of Chapter)
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