Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

When Klein took this step, history regressed at his feet, and thousands of years, or even more, passed in an instant.

Then, he saw the brilliant light door dyed with a hint of green and black, and saw the transparent cocoons one after another hanging on the light door, one of which was himself.

"It's really like this." Klein waved his hand, and all the gray-white mist opened up, revealing the cities covered within it.

Skyscrapers, various cars, pedestrians coming and going...

Klein's consciousness just glanced at it and then dissipated.

Because of the almost real world hidden deep in his spiritual body, he had no thoughts about the ruins in front of him, and he also had a sense of transparency in his heart, rather than despair.

Perhaps it was also because he had already guessed the truth, because he was actually not too lonely now.

"So, what did you see?" Klein looked at Amon in front of him expressionlessly.

After saying the name "Chernobyl", Amon's eyes widened and locked on Klein.

"Well, I still saw something." Amon looked back and nodded slightly.

Klein's body was slightly cold, and he was worthy of being the "God of Deception." He had taken every precaution, but he still fell into the trap.

The gray-white mist rose up on his body just now, and everything that had a deeper connection with "Origin Castle" fell into Amon's eyes.

He couldn't even know what kind of information Amon got from him.

"Congratulations, your 'Ancient Scholar' potion has been completely digested, so are you going to the Giant King's Court?" Amon suddenly mentioned another thing.

Klein was a little nervous. He always felt that the two brothers were working together to plot against him.

"You came in through paranoia, you think I don't know?" Amon pushed up his monocle and looked at Klein with a half-smile.

"Even if you hadn't gone through His channel, my body would have blocked you outside the land abandoned by God."

Klein's spirituality suddenly jumped, and his intuition told him that this was true!

Adam and Amon are not as close as I thought, and they will have differences... This thought flashed through Klein's mind.

But in the next moment, his spirituality exploded, warning him.

"Don't believe Amon!"

Klein determined the highest plan and suddenly calmed down. No matter what Amon said later, he could not believe it. He even had to take the initiative to forget some things.

"Sasril has already become a god, but what is in it? It can't be that the teacher hired an impostor to become a god, right?" Amon said the most terrifying guess in the most normal tone.

"We can actually all see Sasriel inside, but everyone wants to know what the hell he is."

Klein pursed his lips tightly, his heart trembling continuously.

He entered the Forsaken Land so easily and completed the ritual of "Child of Fantasy", but now he has to pay the price.

But he still underestimated the danger of the matter...

"And why you?" Amon's words aroused Klein's interest again.

Klein sadly found that even after confirming the highest plan, he was still easily manipulated by Amon.

"It's because of the 'Origin Castle'!" Amon revealed the answer.

"How about it? It's something that my teacher and even the paranoid don't want to deal with. The dangers can be imagined. Why don't you give me the 'Origin Castle' and I'll bear it for you."

Klein almost laughed angrily, "If you can, just steal it!"

"Oh, it seems you know it too." Amon sighed softly.

"The 'Lord of Mysteries' is also biased like the teacher. He bound the 'Origin Castle' to you without giving me the slightest chance." Amon was like a prodigal son clamoring for a share of the family property, complaining to the old guy. of eccentricity.

"Oh, you don't know, right? At that time, all of you traveled together, and it was the teacher who personally ruined other people's chances of going to the 'Origin Castle', so that the 'Origin Castle' fell on you."

"Otherwise, there are hundreds or even thousands of time-travelers, and it's not necessarily who's turn it will be."

"Tell me, what is this if not partiality?"

"Oh, no," Amon seemed to have said something and pushed up his monocle slightly, "This is not a good thing for you. After all, you have probably noticed it now."

"The Secret is waking up."

Klein looked at Amon expressionlessly.

Amon looked at Klein with a smile on his face. There was not a single lie in his mouth, which was rare for a "god of fraud".

But who says "the truth" can't deceive people?

Klein's spiritual intuition revealed that these words were true, and certain thoughts emerged uncontrollably in his mind.

"Why didn't Truman choose someone else?"

Klein's nostrils twitched slightly, and his breathing suddenly became a little heavier.

"So, is there anything else?" Klein asked softly after looking at Amon silently for a few seconds.

"...You still want to hear it? That's great!"

Amon narrowed his eyes slightly, and then continued.

"Because of the teacher's existence, the 'Lord of Mysteries' changed the rules of 'Origin Castle' and set it so that it cannot be stolen, defrauded, or fooled."

"So, whether I, Bethel or Antigonus want to obtain the 'Origin Castle' from you, they must..." Amon paused deliberately.

"...Eat you."

Amon suddenly laughed and looked into Klein's eyes, "The moment you wake up, your fate is closely linked to the three of us. There can only be one winner among us."

"There is only one winner, but not only one survivor." Klein suddenly said.

"..." Amon blinked and clapped softly, "My intuition is very keen, but it is indeed possible for the three of us to survive in some way, but you can't."

"I know, because of the 'Origin Castle'." Klein took over Amon's words.

"So is there any other more secret information? I'm tired of hearing this sentence." Klein looked at Amon with flat eyes.

"I also want to know why Sasril of the Giant King's Court is so special that you are all staring at him, but no one is going to deal with him?"

Klein's eyes were full of curiosity, and he asked Amon for advice like a student.

Well...if you ignore that Amon is Amon, he is still very knowledgeable and can answer most of Klein's doubts.

"Also, do you know about the Western Continent? Do elves really migrate from there?"

"Of course, the most important thing is why did the gods surround and kill your father back then? What is the essence of Redemption Rose? Why are you not in this organization?"

The smile at the corner of Amon's mouth disappeared completely, and the two expressionless faces looked at each other silently.