Mystery: Chaos Path

Bethel glanced at Amon, naturally hearing the provocation in his words. He nodded generously, saying, "He does indeed support me."

This was the absolute truth. Whether it was Roland or Klein, when they talked to him about the Lord of the Mysteries, their attitude was very simple: If you, Mr. Door, can become the Lord of the Mysteries, no one will compete with you. We all support you. If you can't, then let Klein take over.

Bethel could also see that Klein was genuinely uninterested in the position of Lord of the Mysteries, and even wished that he would step up and become the Lord of the Mysteries—even though they all knew that in the original trajectory of fate, that Lord of the Mysteries was Klein.

As for Roland, he didn't care who among them became the Lord of the Mysteries in the future, as long as it wasn't Amon.

It must be said that this kind of attitude made Bethel feel both amused and sincerely relieved. He liked Roland and Klein very much and didn't want to fall out with them over the matter of the Lord of the Mysteries.

Unlike Klein, Bethel did have a desire for the position of Lord of the Mysteries, even though he was very clear about what he would face after becoming the Lord of the Mysteries.

Amon obviously didn't expect to get such an answer. He clicked his tongue, glanced at Bethel, and suddenly said with a smile, "You can be considered to be the popular choice."

These words contained both emotion and a rare hint of sincerity. For Amon, if Bethel were to become the Lord of the Mysteries in the future, he really wouldn't be too surprised.

His old friend had been the closest person to the Lord of the Mysteries back in the Fourth Epoch, even more competitive than Amon himself. This competitiveness was not only in terms of Sequence but also in terms of support from others. If it hadn't been for the other party's accidental contamination by an Outer God, Bethel would have been the most likely person to become the Lord of the Mysteries.

If Amon's trip to the outside world at this moment would be met with universal condemnation, then Mr. Door in a normal state going to the outside world would probably even receive the support of that old fox, the Night Goddess, to become the Lord of the Mysteries.

Bethel looked at him, his expression not showing any triumph, but simply saying, "If you didn't have such a personality, you would be more likely than me."

"Amon, perhaps you really should try to gain humanity."

Amon paused, lowered his eyes, and said nothing more.

Humanity, huh…

"Jack, you'll host the next little game." Roland, disguised as Lucifer, didn't care what Amon was thinking. He looked at "Jack Jones" and instructed.

"I knew you'd pawn the work off on me. You old geezer, you don't have any morals." "Jack Jones" shook his head, then pulled out a small notebook from who knows where, saying:

"The first game is Animal Pictionary. Everyone participating in the activity will temporarily transform into small animals. The rules are very simple: two people form a group. I will give a word, and one of the two participants can directly see the word but cannot directly tell the other person. They can only express it through drawing. If the other person can guess the correct word, they get one point…"

"Jack Jones" briefly introduced the game rules, then looked at everyone and said, "The group with the most points at the end will receive a reward: they can make a request to my teacher that does not violate his principles and wishes and is within his capabilities. Participants in the game will also receive consolation prizes."

As soon as these words came out, the angels, who hadn't been very interested in the game, all paused. They naturally didn't care about the consolation prizes, but the first-place prize was quite tempting. Among the people present, many had wishes that needed to be achieved with Lucifer's power, such as Azik, who wanted to reunite with his children, and Amon, who eagerly wanted to see his biological father.

"Jack Jones" continued with a smile, "Those who want to participate can register with me here."

Everyone looked at each other. Klein was the first to raise his hand and say, "Jack, count me in."

Although the possibility of winning was small with so many big shots present, Klein felt that he should still participate, adhering to the principle of 'since I'm already here.' What if he won?

Being able to see his family once a month could alleviate Klein's longing, but who would think that such a thing is too much?

"I'll participate too." Azik showed a gentle smile.

"Tsk!" Medici clicked his tongue. Thinking of Sasrir, he pressed his tongue against his teeth and still said, "This great one will give you face and participate in your childish little game." He was all about having a tough mouth even if his body was burned to ashes.

"Such an interesting thing, I naturally can't miss it." Amon raised his hand and pinched his monocle.

"I want to play." Uroboros raised his hand half a beat later.

The others looked at each other. Besides Bernadette, Maric, Pallez, and Bethel, they also chose to participate.

"Then Bethel, you'll be responsible for monitoring and preventing cheating, right?" "Jack Jones" looked at Bethel and suggested.

"Okay." Bethel nodded with a smile.

Amon glanced at "Jack Jones." He couldn't see anything special about the little guy in front of him, but he could tell that the other party's identity seemed to be a bit unusual, so he said with a smile, "You are…"

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by "Jack Jones," who looked at him with a smile and said, "I am Lucifer's student. You can call me Jack."

Lucifer… Amon only then noticed this title. He raised his eyes and glanced at Lucifer next to him, guessing that this might be the fake identity the other party was currently using.

As for the other party's true identity… Amon's mind flashed with the name Roland Zoroaster, which was then crossed out.

After all, Amon was very clear that "Roland Zoroaster" was just a little guy from the Zoroaster family that he had devoured, and the monster in front of him was more like a monster descending on "Roland Zoroaster" than "Roland Zoroaster."

But… Amon thought of something, glanced at Lucifer next to him, and said with a smile, "So you're now called Lucifer. I thought your name was…" Amon paused deliberately here.

"What's my name?" Lucifer raised his eyes to look at him, smiling calmly and saying, "You can say that name, I don't mind. But…" He smiled, not saying what 'but' was.

The name that Amon had already reached his lips was choked back under such circumstances. He could see that Roland really didn't care about him saying the name "Roland Zoroaster," but even if he didn't care, the other party would definitely retaliate against him.

If it were in the past, Amon really wouldn't have cared too much about being retaliated against, but right now, he was facing Roland, who, in a sense, had a grip on his lifeline.