It exploded.
Everything exploded.
Roger, who had just transmigrated, looked at the splattered brains and the bodies lying haphazardly on the ground, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
These bodies were all dressed in luxurious formal gowns or cloaks, and on some of them, the Abraham Family crest could be seen.
Although Roger liked the mysterious world very much, and was also “lucky” enough to transmigrate into the Abraham Family, a prominent family of mystics.
But who would have thought that upon opening his eyes, he would witness a massacre?
Before his transmigration, the original host was holding a meeting with his “family members,” but suddenly these people all let out painful groans, and within a few seconds, they all exploded.
Considering the influence of the ancestor Bethel Abraham, it was common for the Abraham Family to go mad and die suddenly, nothing strange.
After all, Mr.
Door was known as one of the three great rappers of the mysterious world, a legendary psychopath who, by himself, eliminated all the demigods of his family.
Especially on the night of the full moon, that was when his mad ravings were most severe.
…But today isn’t the night of the full moon!
He vigorously shook a few of his clansmen, but received no response.
At this moment, Roger suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.
This made him subconsciously shake his head.
Who knew that this shake would actually dislodge an illusory Worm of Time with 12 segments onto the ground, making a “thud” sound.
This looks like a Worm of Time…
Roger quickly made a judgment based on his understanding of the original work, nodding slightly.
“No, a Worm of Time?”
One must know that the time of his transmigration was roughly when Zhou Mingrui had just transmigrated to become Klein and was undergoing investigation by the Nighthawks team.
Therefore, there were only two Sequence 1 Angels of the Error Pathway at that time.
One was Pallez Zoroast, the old man bound to Leonard, who was unlikely to appear here.
And the other was…
Roger’s face turned pale with shock.
Before he could react further, the corner of his eye caught a figure slowly walking out from the Darkness behind him, the leisurely “tap, tap, tap” of footsteps particularly prominent in the silent night.
The person had black hair and black eyes, a broad forehead and a thin face, dressed in a classical black robe and wearing a pointed soft hat, with an exquisite monocle particularly striking over his right eye socket.
“…”
In an instant, Roger’s mind was filled with alpacas galloping past.
Why is my transmigration so difficult!
Not only did my whole family explode, but I was also targeted by Amon within minutes!
Where is the law?
Where is justice?
And where is Adam?
Come manage your brother…
No, your son!
As the saying goes, Amon is like a cockroach; you think there’s only one Amon around, but in reality, there are countless.
Coupled with the fact that this guy has no integrity and loves pranks the most, Beyonders who encounter him either drop their Sanity and become useless person (useless people) or are assimilated by him and wear a monocle.
Aside from the Outer Deities in the Starry sky, Amon is truly the number one public nuisance of the mysterious world.
“Interesting, interesting.”
Amon clapped his hands lightly, his face filled with a surprised smile:
“To be able to resist my assimilation, you are indeed extraordinary.
Can you tell me how you did it?”
Resist…
assimilation…
Roger’s heart suddenly calmed down, and memories surged like a tide.
Now, he was the Great Bell Judgment Star Geheros, or rather, the vessel for Judgment Star Geheros’s Beyonder characteristic.
This powerful Great Old One, known as the “Star of Judgment,” seemed to have touched some red line of Yog-Sothoth, Shub-Niggurath, and Nyarlathotep, and was dismembered by the three pillar gods, with his Beyonder characteristic sealed within his body.
Perhaps as compensation, or some kind of pollution, Roger could briefly borrow a projection of Yog-Sothoth’s power once every three days, for three minutes each time—even if it was just a tiny bit, it was enough to provide immense help on his path to becoming a Beyonder.
But at present, he possessed exclusivity towards other Sequences, and could only concoct potions using specific auxiliary materials and the Beyonder characteristic within his body, embarking on the Judgment Star Geheros Pathway.
That strange Pathway, starting at Sequence 9, was called “Attention-Seeker.”
This Sequence name gave Roger a strong sense of disconnect.
As a low-key individual who had always adhered to the principle of ‘lying low’, he should have received a script where he would use the Abraham Family’s resources to advance to a mid-Sequence of the Apprentice Pathway, then seek to switch to other Pathways of the ‘Lying Low Trio’ to avoid Mr.
Door’s demigod-killing curse.
However, considering the Abraham Family members exploded all around him, he had to admit that he was indeed very conspicuous…
“This…
resisting assimilation or whatever, I’m not too sure either.
May I ask what Mr.
Amon wants?”
Although Roger’s heart had settled, he still wore an awkward smile.
Amon took a step forward:
“You actually know me.
I don’t really have anything to do, it’s just that I have some unresolved matters with your family elders…
I need an Abraham Apprentice to do things for me, but this situation makes it very difficult for me.”
He gestured with his chin towards the bodies on the ground.
Hearing this, Roger suddenly understood.
In the future of the original work, Mr.
Door and Amon would make a deal.
The latter would first have people find three demigods from the ‘Lying Low Trio’ Pathways to sacrifice, opening a passage from the Astral World to Earth, allowing Mr.
Door to return.
Afterward, Amon would take one of his Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics and the Uniqueness to become a dual-Pathway True God.
In return, he would block the Mother Goddess of Depravity who followed closely behind, and return the remaining two Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics to the Abraham Family.
Every word, every sentence, every detail was in place!
It now seemed that Amon had long been plotting this matter.
Roger quickly adjusted his mindset, then spoke:
“Respected Mr.
Amon, you should be able to tell that I am not a Beyonder of the Apprentice Pathway, so I am of no use to you.”
Amon adjusted his monocle and pointed to a jelly-like object nearby:
“Hmm, I see.
Your Beyonder characteristic is still a blob on the ground.”
“…”
So, the exclusivity of the Judgment Star Geheros Pathway meant this??
He wasn’t even dead yet, and his Beyonder characteristic had already precipitated?
Truly worthy of being jokingly called an interstellar orphan with no mature gods, a lone star with no father’s love or mother’s affection.
“Although I don’t know what’s going on with you, you are an unsafe variable no matter what.”
Amon smiled without warmth: “I have a premonition that you will bring great trouble, so you should just die.”
Unable to parasitize, unable to understand, then kill—this perfectly matched Amon’s lack of human emotion.
Roger’s expression changed to one of great alarm, but his mind raced with thoughts.
“Could it be that I have to use Yog-Sothoth’s power to save my life?”
He immediately suppressed that thought.
Although Yog-Sothoth’s power was undoubtedly far superior in status to Amon, a mere King of Angels, it had a three-day cooldown.
But this could only be a last resort.
Because it was unstable!
As the saying goes, fear Amon’s theft, and fear Amon’s Thinking of (fixation) even more.
This guy was notoriously petty.
Even with Klein’s Sequence 3 Scholar of Yore strength, plus Sefirah Castle as a powerful cheat, Amon still managed to drag him into an escape game in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for several days.
Even if he used Yog-Sothoth’s power to swat Amon away, the other party would eventually come after him again.
Moreover, doing so might also attract the attention of Adam or even higher-level gods, and he might be dealt with as a spy sent by an Great Old One.
How could Roger, who valued caution, take such a risk?
At least, he needed a backup plan!
Therefore, the optimal solution now facing Roger became very clear.
Before Amon could react, he pounced and devoured the Apprentice Beyonder characteristic nearby, while his other hand grabbed Amon’s leg, a beaming smile on his face:
“Respected Mr.
Amon, I want to pledge allegiance to you.
From now on, you are my big brother.
If there’s anything you need this ‘Apprentice’ to do, please don’t hesitate to command.”
He then added:
“I like Mr.
Amon the most!”
On the other hand, he secretly activated Yog-Sothoth’s authority over time and space, planning to summon a phantom of the Ancient Sun God from the historical void at any moment to give Amon a big slap, letting him experience what it felt like to have paternal love like a landslide.
Upon hearing this, Amon’s raised hand suddenly froze.
You…
like Amon?
He, known as the God of Pranks, had encountered countless people who avoided him, but this was the first time he had heard someone say they liked him.
He lowered his hand, adjusted his monocle, and then looked at the Abraham Family members scattered on the ground.
After a while, he revealed a playful smile:
“You really are a Attention-Seeker…”
“…”