Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

"what is that?"

Esther suppressed her abnormal emotions, but her voice was trembling, and she even realized that she was afraid - not afraid of Amon, but afraid of something that He had taken away.

Amon put his hands behind his back and walked towards Esther with a smile. He walked around her who was standing still and said, "How about we exchange one question for another?"

"What on earth is that? You took something that didn't belong to you—"

Amon stopped in front of Esther, his eyes showing undisguised arrogance: "It's a pity, because I took it away, it now belongs to me. I am a 'thief', as long as it can be stolen by me, of course I can take it for myself."

Esther stared at Amon, or more precisely, at the monocle, which made the anger in her heart clearer and more tangible.

But why did she have such deep hatred? Even when the two of them were in a stalemate over the "Lord of Mysteries", Esther had never felt such a strong hatred. Her brows were constantly throbbing with pain. She hadn't felt this way for a long time.

“You see, that is not your extraordinary characteristic, but you still possess it and make it inseparable,” Amon whispered, with a very subtle understanding of Esther’s subtle signs of losing control. “And I just did the same thing. Is there anything wrong with that?”

His tone was calm, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were dark: "Isn't this part of your 'fate'? You should have seen this day a long time ago. I am just collecting the interest you owe me."

Esther's sneer was more of a show of strength: "Ha, it sounds like you're still waiting to take back my extraordinary characteristics."

"Why else would I stare at you? Collecting extraordinary characteristics is also a special game, but you want me to pay for my extraordinary characteristics. Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

Esther didn't say anything, but her rebuttal to the ridicule was written directly on her face. She was still frowning, and the strange emotion from before slowly calmed down, as if that "hatred" had substance and was being drawn out of Esther's spirit, allowing her to recover herself.

Amon held up his lens, measuring the changes in Esther's emotions, and there was a more sincere smile in his black eyes: "It's just that I didn't expect there would be such an unexpected gain. Judging from your emotional reaction, you didn't expect it either."

Esther nodded at her right eyebrow. "If that is really the uniqueness of 'fate', how come it is in your hands? No, you shouldn't be able to suppress it so easily. You are not even a true god."

This sentence made Amon roll his eyes at Esther childishly: "Anyway, I can do it."

Seeing that Esther began to lose focus, Amon cleared his throat: "But I can share something else with you."

Esther had learned to be smart a long time ago. Any news that came out of Amon's mouth, whether true or false, would not have a good result: "I'm not too interested."

But Amon had no intention of considering Esther's feelings from the beginning. He tapped the lens, and a simple barrier that isolated the outside world took shape around the two of them.

After taking necessary protective measures, Amon called out "Adam" twice in his mind and waited for a few seconds. Judging from the feedback from his clones, they did not steal the attention they deserved.

Knowing that his brother was not paying attention, Amon looked at Esther and asked:

"Have you ever heard of 'The Fortunes'?"

Esther was stunned for a moment and shook her head repeatedly: "Are you saying that someone in the 'Destiny' path has become a god?"

"No, He is the 'faith' of another world. There is a group of creatures who believe in the 'Goddess of Fate' and are protecting and maintaining the Dreamland, working hard to glue it together with the spiritual world of the real world."

Esther recalled that they had discussed related matters before she entered the fog: "Wait, the 'Four-Leaf Clover' has returned from the Dreamland? Really returned?"

“It’s not completely intact, but it did return to the real world,” Amon bowed very gentlemanly, “and my clone provided a little insignificant rescue. Although I really don’t want to bother with those Beyonders, I think helping them survive will at least change your mind about me.”

"When you say 'survive' you don't mean turning into Amon, right?"

"Not this time."

The next time might be - Esther could hear the hidden meaning of this sentence. She nodded dejectedly: "Thank you."

Amon ignored Esther's depressed mood and continued to speak, sharing what he had learned very persistently, especially the modified part: "I also know the truth about the Dreamland. This entire world was destroyed once."

He paused for two seconds, and there was a hint of confusion in his tone: "I don't know why, my father never told me this story, and this matter is obviously more important."

Esther was even more confused than Amon. "The civilization of this world was destroyed before. Didn't you know that a long time ago? Dazhibog also brought some knowledge from the old world. He never avoided this point, including some special creations..."

Amon sighed inaudibly: "It's just as I thought. Your memory has always been incomplete."

"What do you mean?"

"The memory of the world's destruction will only remain in the symbols related to the essence of the Old Ones," Amon pointed to his monocle, "and you have lost such an important thing."

-

Klein walked on the scorched wasteland. There were no more white snakes lurking outside the tall tower in front of him. Instead, it looked even more lonely.

Tomorrow is the day for the planned "assassination". If someone had told Klein a long time ago that one day he would go to assassinate the king of Loen, Klein would only consider recommending the nearest mental hospital to the other party.

But before completing that ridiculous plan tomorrow, Klein didn't expect Will Auceptin to contact him in his dream. He had also agreed to borrow the other party's power and could pull the historical projection of the "Mercury Snake" at any time, but now Will asked him to come over. Is there any other situation?

Klein skillfully pushed open the door of the tower and walked up the spiral staircase to the top floor.

The moment he pushed open the door, he heard the baby's shrill, crying voice: "The process of merging reality and fantasy has begun! I dreamed that the two worlds completely overlapped!"

Klein's first reaction was that the "end of the world" would come earlier than expected, but when he saw Will's tearful face, he forced himself to calm down: "Does this mean that the real world is going to undergo a drastic change?"

"do not know."

"So what's the key to your dream? Why is it like this?"

"do not know……"

Klein was silent for a few seconds: "Are you sure this is a precognitive dream?"

Seeing the embarrassment on Will Auceptin's flushed cheeks, Klein waved his hands in a headache, interrupting the third "I don't know".

He walked over to the cradle and looked down at the baby inside: "If my intuition is correct, this may be related to a god or above."

"If it's that kind of power, it's indeed possible," Will sucked his fingers, his words unclear, "I don't know what I can do, but I just feel that I have to tell you about this situation..."

Will paused and said awkwardly, "You are the only one among all the people I know who knows about the existence of the Dreamland. I can't keep such a dangerous situation to myself."

Klein nodded solemnly: "Thank you, this is very important news."

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing." Will clenched his fists twice, "This is for you. Good luck tomorrow."

Klein kept his words in his heart, "I'm lucky to be alive."