Under the impact of the information storm, the disguise Amon created by utilizing errors rapidly failed, and the Sefirah Castle permissions He obtained via deception were lost along with it.
The vortex interwoven from gray fog and silver-white and the individual extended tentacles all solidified. Under the impact of a vast amount of information, not a single Worm of Time could maintain its self to perform thinking and actions.
That illusory book held high by Klein's both hands continued to flip. Amon's body, which was difficult to present resistance, disintegrated in an instant, turning into countless knowledge, information, and words to imprint into that illusory book under an invisible attraction.
Along with the convergence of the final stream of knowledge, Klein closed the book with very rapid movements, utilizing Sefirah Castle to deceive its existential duration while simultaneously creating a layer of a seal.
Finishing all this, he could not help but let out a long breath, saying:
"Thanks to the experience provided by Zaratul. Dealing with this kind of mythical creature converged from countless insects, the knowledge storm of the Mystery Pryer pathway is truly very convenient, directly capable of paralyzing all Worms of Time and Worms of Spirit."
"Of course, having a sufficiently strong ally is also very important. Only requiring appropriate grafting and stealing, I can directly take various required powerful Beyonder abilities, and even authorities, from his informational avatar remaining in the divine kingdom."
"Amon didn't lose unfairly. After all, I am using a cheat, letting the Demon of Knowledge who has already become a Great Old One play as a substitute."
While lamenting, he raised his hand. The magnificent castle that vanished because of the fierce battle previously re-emerged, being identical and lacking any trace of damage.
Before he could even sit down, the surrounding gray fog suddenly agitated, kicking up terrifying ripples that were extremely rhythmic, just like someone knocking on a door.
Just as thoughts experienced floating, Klein's spirituality directly let him see a scene:
A seven-or-eight-year-old small boy holding a gray-furred lop-eared rabbit stood at a position above the seven lights of the Spirit World, reaching out his hand to knock upon that mass of gray fog situated above the Spirit World.
"Who is this small boy? What He is holding is... Bugs Bunny?"
"The seven lights seem to be a bit afraid of Him, daring not reveal themselves, daring not block. And, He is unexpectedly capable of easily touching this mass of gray fog."
Muttering with a frown, Klein summoned a paper figurine from the miscellaneous pile in the corner of the hall, throwing it down.
...Fortunately Amon was not interested in my miscellaneous pile, otherwise these items would bound to have been destroyed along with it in the fierce battle just now.
Amidst his floating thoughts, that paper figurine thrown down by him landed in the Spirit World beneath the gray fog. Klein followed up by casting his own consciousness down.
That paper figurine dropping from the gray fog expanded rapidly, transforming into Klein's appearance to emerge in front of the silver-haired, silver-eyed small boy.
The opposite small boy sized Klein up from top to bottom, and then tugged out a bright smile, saying:
"Heheh, sure enough it's you who won. The bet I place never goes wrong."
The other party's words let Klein grasp something, subconsciously thinking back to the struggle with Amon just now... Although all of the development was very reasonable, it seemed to be a bit too lucky.
Thinking up to here, Klein seemed to understand something. He looked down toward the small boy in front of him, asking:
"You are?"
The small boy tilted his chin up slightly, one hand on his hip, speaking with a difficult-to-conceal arrogance:
"You can call me Aranbell, and can also call me Key of Light, Endless Disorder, Incarnation of Fate."
"I have come to seek cooperation. You should have already felt my sincerity."
After a simple contemplation, Klein asked with a deep voice: "Why look for me to cooperate?"
The Key of Light incarnation calling himself Aranbell took a hop backward while holding Bugs Bunny, sitting directly in midair with his both legs swinging back and forth, laughing out loud as he said:
"You who possess humanity will not be easily influenced by the instinct of convergence. Wanting to be compatible with the authority upon my body, the Celestial Worthy is an excellent negative textbook. In this way, we have the foundation for cooperation."
"There is more than one outer god in the cosmos who is mindful of me. I do not have a one-hundred-percent certainty to cope with any single one of Them. A sufficiently strong ally is very necessary for me."
"In exchange, I can help you fool fate to complete the ritual of advancing to The Fool, and can further advance a sufficient amount of luck to you, letting you be capable of better suppressing the Celestial Worthy's consciousness inside your body until you become Lord of the Mysteries."
"Of course, aside from requiring some powerful allies, I myself also very much hope that shameless Celestial Worthy will never live again, best if He can die even more thoroughly."
Klein gave a light laugh, raising his hand to summon a living room from within history, leaning back against the sofa as he smiled and said:
"Heh... I already possess the status of The Fool. The ritual is not a necessity for me."
The small boy was not discouraged, speaking with a slightly serious expression:
"But the Celestial Worthy's consciousness inside your body has already revived to a relatively dangerous degree. Without sufficient luck and the opportunity of completing the ritual one more time, do you truly dare to accommodate those separated characteristics?"
"In this aspect, the Demon of Knowledge cannot help you, nor can the River of Eternal Darkness which holds authority over death and the final end, unless it or that Evernight Goddess truly defeats the opposite party to seize the remaining authority and symbols."
Klein smiled, speaking without haste:
"No need to be so anxious, I haven't finished speaking yet. I can agree to your proposal, but you also need to abide by some rules of this world, do not destroy this world."
"Of course." Aranbell nodded without a single shred of hesitation, saying:
"The Demon of Knowledge still needs to draw power from civilization; the influence I am most likely to make is precisely to push forward some progress of destiny."
Klein nodded, no longer speaking. He raised his hand to make a dragging motion forward, and the figures of Merlin Hermes and Dwayne Dantes—who was parasitized by Amon and solved by himself—materialized in the next second.
Under Klein's influence, their figures collapsed and distorted, turning into a layer of a black curtain that was gloomy like nighttime seawater and light like air.
The two pieces of curtain fell into Klein's hands, instantly looking as though they came alive, twisting and stretching, wanting to drill into his body and fuse into his body.
Klein gave them a fooling, temporarily lowering the degree of activation, and then looked toward the opposite Key of Light incarnation, asking:
"Then let's begin now. Amon's operations previously have caused the Celestial Worthy's consciousness to further revive; I am already nearly unable to suppress the trend of convergence between the Beyonder characteristics."
At the end, he added a supplement: "You should have a way to pare down the active Celestial Worthy consciousness inside the characteristics?"
Aranbell nodded gently:
"This is very simple. I can correct destiny, adjusting the state of these two portions of Beyonder characteristics to the safest moment when the Celestial Worthy's consciousness is at its lowest ebb."
"The rest is also very simple for you, only requiring one fooling, one deception, to prolong this state and perform it repeatedly. You will then be capable of very smoothly becoming Lord of the Mysteries; at that time, you will have the ability to let the fake state directly become real."
Klein nodded gently, already having understood the thoughts expressed by the other party. The intuition of a Seer let him vaguely grasp some future; this kind of operation seemed to be feasible.
....Directly letting the state of those two portions of Beyonder characteristics return to a certain moment in the past. This should be a further utilization of the reboot of destiny, no longer restricted only within a certain range, restricted to the current moment. Worthy of being the Key of Light capable of representing destiny.
Contemplating for a moment, Klein restrained his thoughts, asking with some curiosity:
"How should I fool you? As the Incarnation of Destiny, there are very few matters that can be hidden from you. If it is just a mere formality, it shouldn't achieve the effect of the ritual."
Aranbell shook his head, speaking with a lighthearted tone:
"This is not important. You just do something casually, and I will disrupt the destiny of the moment you promote. Following our verbal promise just now, it can likewise establish a sufficient connection to achieve the effect of your advancement ritual."
Beneath His hand, the expression on Bugs Bunny's face had already turned from the enjoyment at the very beginning into numbness. Run, it could not run away; save, there was no one to save it. It felt that the fur on its head and ears was about to go bald, capable only of lamenting in its heart the difficulties of a rabbit's life.
Klein paused to contemplate for two seconds, reaching his hand to take out from the historical voids two ice creams he had given to Will Auceptin previously, handing them over to the Key of Light in front of him.
Aranbell looked with a complex expression at the fake ice cream handed over by Klein, a sliver of dislike flashing across his eyes, yet he still reached out his hand to take them over, bringing them to his lips to take a bite.
Within His eyes, one after another mercury-colored complex symbol emerged consecutively, connecting into a slowly rotating wheel that looked as though it intersected together with countless illusory rivers.
In Klein's hand, those two portions of Attendant of Mysteries characteristics that were at a low ebb because of suffering a fooling stretched and changed as if rewinding. The active Celestial Worthy consciousness inside the characteristics gradually sank, until the entire portions of characteristics returned to the safest state.
Looking at the Attendant of Mysteries characteristics that changed back into the curtain state in his hand, Klein's eyes narrowed slightly. He felt the changes in destiny; the upcoming period of time was suitable for advancement.
Along with the floating of his thoughts, the curtain in his hand was shattered by him, reducing into the most pure characteristics, while simultaneously large, large sheets of historical fog dropped, fusing together with those two clumps of Attendant of Mysteries characteristics in his hand.
Churning, melting, until turning into a clump of gloomy, deep liquid that had no fixed form.
.....
In the Land of Perfection of the Astral World, Leyton stood at the edge of the divine kingdom, silently exchanging looks with those individual faces protruding out of the cosmos across the barrier left behind by the Original Creator.
In the next second, his thoughts suddenly short-circuited for a moment, and the information floating and interacting within the divine kingdom followed up by turning sluggish for a moment, like a computer suddenly freezing up.
This kind of change appeared simultaneously in every corner of the world. The humans and non-humans of the entire world had their IQs lowered, displaying a brief or prolonged blankness and dullness.
Having tranced for only an instant, Leyton returned to his senses, understanding what happened just now through the interaction of information.
He slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, pulling out a stroke of a smile, and looked toward the numerous Great Old Ones outside the barrier who were currently venting emotions and power, opening his mouth to say:
"Your progress has fallen behind."