Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

This is a town trapped outside of time, forever repeating the cursed day when the gods disappeared from the land.

The darkness of the "Land Abandoned by God" only fell on it for one night, and the sun would fall as usual the next day, but the residents living here were unaware and experienced nightmares over and over again.

The false sunshine rose again in the chaos, turning the hands back several times, rewinding the repeated life for a whole day, and then winding it up again, continuing to make what had happened happen again, but full of changes in details. , making this day's life fall into another "possibility".

Such a circle rotates in vain, and all the power that has distorted the fate of the town continues to fill the light curtain, giving birth to strange eggs in the silver bird's nest.

Esther took two steps back from the light curtain, feeling cold all over. However, the temperature of the red cloak would not let her feel the chill of the outside world:

"This day has been repeated for...how many years?"

"I don't know, maybe thousands of years, the same time as my father was betrayed by them." Crow's voice was cold.

Esther turned to it: "You have the key."

The crow with white circles rolled his eyes, and a little smile appeared in his eyes: "You don't look surprised. You have noticed me coming?"

"Yes, it was probably when the residents were singing for the 'Good Dreams Ceremony'. Your chattering clone suddenly stopped jumping. Then I asked about 'Zoya's Anchor', and you actually gave a very clear response, Know the specific events that occurred.”

Esther raised the corners of her mouth with difficulty, but in this case, facing the "new day" on the other side of the light screen, she really couldn't even show a sarcastic smile: "I knew from that time that you had already It’s the main body that is stingy about sharing memories with its clone.”

A young man with curly black hair stood to her left. An earring was flashing under his hair. He looked at Esther with a very strange look.

Esther had to raise her head to look into those dark eyes: "What are you looking at?"

Amon smiled warmly: "Looking at the masterpiece of 'Zoya'."

Esther's expression returned to indifference again. She pointed at the light curtain, and the warm sunshine of a new morning lit up on the other side: "What's the use of keeping this - such an 'anchor'?"

"What do you think? You are also half a 'decryption scholar' after all." Amon adjusted the monocle in his right eye, "You don't want me to answer it for you. That would be boring."

"Deterrence, hostage, maintaining contact with Zoya, there are many possibilities."

Amon turned his back to the light curtain and leaned against it, seemingly indifferent to the situation in that town: "If I had not stolen Zoya's anchor, there would be no 'Esther' in the world."

What's interesting is that Amon himself always seems to resist calling her "Esther", as if he is trying his best to deny her existence, while Amon's clone doesn't care at all.

Esther was silent for a long time. Instead of using her brain, Esther spent more energy on adjusting her emotions. She needed to work hard to calm down.

She spoke calmly: "Yes, if that's the case, as long as 'Zoya' appears, it will be connected with the fate of Amon's clone. At that time, it will not be able to escape your sight, and it will be tied to its wings. There is no difference between the birds."

Amon laughed: "He told you? I thought there would be irreconcilable conflicts between you and Him, and we regarded each other as mortal enemies."

Esther tightened the collar of her red cloak and felt her breathing becoming heavier and heavier:

"I figured it out myself. That situation should have happened once. I saw a little memory when I was promoted... Although I'm not sure whether it was deliberately released by you or Zoya.

"Zoya and I rarely communicate face-to-face, but He once took over my body, and as a result I was forced to come to this continent. I can only guess that because of your interference, His current situation became worse and worse, so much so that he needed to Turning to Ouroleus and his Lord can stabilize 'my' state."

Amon lowered his head, his dark eyes sunk into the shadow of the brim of his hat, covering up the dividing line between lies and truth: "Do you need me to praise you for being smart?"

Esther wrinkled her nose in disdain: "If you really want to cooperate with Him, or as your clone said, you have a so-called 'friend' relationship, why do you want to steal His anchor?"

"Sure enough, I should praise you for being stupid."

"This is not an adjective used to praise others. This is not only asked for myself, but also for Zoya."

The smile on Amon's face gradually faded, which made his eyes become more cold and distant when he was thinking, like waiting for a crow to peck at a carrion at a funeral.

In the end, he just shook his head slightly: "You won't understand. You are just an 'incarnation' of consumables, no different from the shell that Zoya left to die next to Ourolyus."

Esther suddenly laughed, and her heartfelt smile made her originally indifferent expression immediately become vivid and soft: "Even if it was Zoya who asked you, you would not answer this question, but it is easier for me to detect it than Lies, you chose to provoke my already meager trust in Zoya."

Amon tilted his head and said nothing. His gaze under the monocle swept across Esther's forehead.

Esther looked at the world inside the light curtain: "Are they still alive?"

"It's like the cat in the box. You may have heard something like that. It's a theory my father once mentioned."

"The cat in the box?" Esther quickly thought of Schrödinger's cat, "Your father is——"

She quickly closed her mouth again, digesting these two different things at the same time.

Amon's father is the "ancient sun god", an omniscient and omnipotent creator, a "Daribog", and a "traveler" who does not belong to this world, so he can mention this special thought experiment.

In Schrödinger's experiment, the cat in the box will face the same probability of survival and death due to the decay of radioactive material, but the result will only be known after opening the box.

Esther placed her hand outside the shimmering light screen and realized that this was indeed the most appropriate metaphor at the moment.

The moment she opens the world, everyone will escape from this endless cycle of nightmares, but once time returns to this town, their deaths are no longer unknown, but become inevitable, only after thousands of years of debt. Go to the end.

Esther realized that she was pitying the cat in the box. Even if she knew not to open the box and maintain this cycle, it would have no impact. For those souls who have become light curtain cycles, there are subtle differences every day. , but they are unaware that tomorrow will never exist.

Just standing here watching them makes me feel sad... maybe I shouldn't feel sad about that? Esther questioned herself in her heart.

She took a deep breath and looked at Amon again: "You won't give me the key."

"Ask Zoya to help me gain control of Source Castle, and I will give you the key. However, this key only involves the outer seal, and I cannot handle the innermost source."

Esther's "spiritual intuition" almost screamed in her mind, and she shook her head twice: "No, absolutely not."

"Why? I asked Zoya this question before, but He refused to answer."

Esther tapped her forehead with her knuckles: "Even if you ask me, I don't know. I probably know less than you. I'm not a chess player like you, I'm just a chess piece that may be abandoned at any time. I can see it clearly, isn’t it the ‘incarnation’?”

Her tone was casual, even cheerful.

Amon turned the earring on his right ear: "I can help you gain control over 'Zoya'. This is not difficult for the high sequence of 'Stealer'. Especially if you are also a 'Stealer' The One, and being inseparable from Him, I have also controlled the anchor of 'Zoya'."

"You finally put the chips in your hand in my face," Esther spread her hands, "Wouldn't it be nice to say this earlier? You should know that I have a more special ability to distinguish between true and false."

"Is this your way of expressing rejection?" Amon smiled again.

However, Esther was silent for several seconds before speaking: "If you had asked your clone to tell me this two months earlier, or when we were in Backlund, I would probably believe you without hesitation."

For the first time, Amon showed a trace of confusion in front of Esther. Even the ability of the "decryption scholar" could not allow him to hear the voice of the silent one.

Although there is no action on the surface, Amon has tried to steal the thoughts of the woman in front of him many times - the result is no different from when he tried to steal Zoya's thoughts. All Amon can steal is the wing-like helplessness. Meaning buzz.

This method was obviously derived from "thieves", leaving Amon helpless.

"But what's the difference now? My conditions have never changed." Amon's confusion only increased.

His words even conveyed so much sincerity that Esther hesitated to speak, as if what the clones had done was not worth mentioning to Xiao Qi and Xiao Wu, who had been wiped out of existence.

That's right, all bad things are done by clones, what does it have to do with the main body? Even if it was done by the main body, Amon would probably only take it for granted...

Esther seemed to gradually understand the character of this "angel of time". She smiled self-deprecatingly: "My views have changed, so we are no longer on the same stand."

"I don't understand." Amon said directly.

Esther did not give him an explanation, because her considerations would also appear meaningless to Amon.

She just looked quietly into the light curtain, watching the residents of the town tenderly.

From a distance, Esther saw a young girl running on the street. Before she fell, the old man who had thrown the seeds picked her up with a smile and inserted a golden flower on the girl's temple. Little flower.

The girl may or may not have fallen at that location.

This city clearly has no future, but there is a possibility of continuous superposition. Under the "restart" day after day, it accumulates the power of extreme chaos for Zoya...

Amon, who had been leaning against the light curtain, stood up straight. After turning around, his eyes followed Esther and fell into the light curtain: "Is it because you have a better candidate in your heart? You and Zoya have reached an agreement. Consensus on this?"

"You can say that."

If he were a 'fool', he would not choose to push the life of this entire town to one end of the scale.

Esther couldn't help but think so, she had such a firm premonition.