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Inside an unoccupied hotel room on Toscat Island, in the middle of the Sonia Sea.
Specks of brilliant starlight suddenly surged from the Spirit World, rapidly converging to form Leyton's original appearance amidst the shimmering starlight.
His gaze casually swept around the room, and his spiritual intuition wasn't triggered. Leyton let out a sigh of relief and walked straight to the round table by the window, pulling out a wooden chair with a soft cushion and sitting down, he couldn't help but exclaim:
"I've circled the Rorsted Archipelago in such a wide arc, and the Spirit World's relevant information has been interfered with by me. Amon should no longer be able to track me."
"Are you talking about me?"
"Then you might be disappointed. I've always been watching you."
Amon's voice suddenly rang out, as if he was speaking right next to his ear, causing his hair to stand on end uncontrollably.
Leyton's eyes darkened slightly, and his gaze fell on the chair opposite the round table. His vision blurred for a moment, and a familiar figure was sitting there.
Amon leaned back leisurely in the wooden chair, his right hand continuously tossing and playing with a transparent amber encased in black mist.
Leyton paused, and some forgotten memories began to surface in his mind.
"It seems you've almost remembered. Then I don't need to return the corresponding memories and thoughts to you."
"Don't just throw things away, especially things that are part of your power."
"Otherwise, I'll find them!"
Amon's lips always carried a smile. He playfully handed the transparent amber in his hand to Leyton, saying.
How annoying! Why didn't the Lord of Storms strike this guy dead just now! Leyton expressionlessly glanced at Amon opposite him, his eyes suddenly deepening, with deep blue light swirling around them.
Under his gaze, the transparent amber in Amon's hand instantly disintegrated into specks of brilliant starlight, dissipating completely in a very short time, leaving only a mass of black mist in Amon's hand.
Amon chuckled indifferently, casually flipping his fingers, and like magic, he concealed the black mist, conjuring a slightly cracked monocle.
Amon said with a voice full of pleasure:
"Although I lost a batch of avatars, the Cathedral of Waves has truly been stolen by me, and this is all thanks to your Mystical Reenactment."
"I'm in a good mood today. As a reward, I intend to tell you some True and effective Concealment knowledge. I think no Mystery Pryer would dislike this kind of Concealment mystical knowledge."
Amon's lips gradually curved into a smile, completely disregarding Leyton's expression of rejection. He chuckled and said:
"Do you know about Rose Redemption?"
"It seems you know. It certainly wasn't Herabergen, that treacherous dragon, who told you. They would only basely conceal the True history."
The light in Leyton's eyes gradually brightened. His thoughts became increasingly calm, not allowing a single superfluous thought or emotion to surface in his heart.
Amon casually glanced at him, smiled indifferently, and continued:
"This was an organization summoned by Night and Sasrir to assassinate my father. Among them were the current Seven Gods, the King of Angels who once served my father, and some other fellows. They conspired together in the Giant King's Court and murdered my father..."
"What is the magic you created by drawing power from this story called? What is its effect?"
Leyton looked at Amon expressionlessly, his voice flat as he said:
"Do you think I would use this Mystical Reenactment?"
Amon's face showed no extra expression, and he raised an eyebrow slightly, saying:
"Why not use it? Don't you think it would be more interesting to use this Mystical Reenactment on them personally?"
Leyton was silent for a moment. The image of the Lord of Storms' trident piercing him subconsciously appeared in his mind.
In just an instant, he composed himself and cleared away the thoughts that had suddenly surged in his mind.
"So that's the effect. It's very fitting for that group of traitors."
Amon said in a low voice, the slightly tear-stained monocle in his hand had turned into a ball of black mist at some point.
When? Was I stolen of relevant thoughts again? Leyton had just begun to ponder when he heard Amon's voice:
"Am I the kind of thief who frequently steals other people's things? I merely performed a little bit of deception."
Leyton controlled his urge to complain, shifting his gaze from the Desire Apostle characteristic in Amon's hand, and casually said:
"Can your deception turn non-existent things into truly existing ones?"
"I only deceive; I cannot imagine things out of thin air." Amon chuckled and shook his head, then continued:
"Would you like me to tell you some secret stories about Steam? Guaranteed secret, guaranteed true ones."
Leyton spoke as if he hadn't heard him, saying:
"Can you, through the rules of deception, or even deceiving the world, make people believe that what happens in their dreams is True, and have some feedback truly manifest on them?"
Amon reached out and pinched the monocle at his right eye, slowly curving his lips, like a child who had found his favorite toy, and said with some anticipation in his voice:
"Very interesting idea. When I become Error, I must try it... This is truly interesting!"
"Currently, I can easily deceive rules, but it's still a bit difficult to deceive the world."
It's just a bit difficult, not impossible. Leyton's gaze swept over Amon, unable to discern any reaction on his face.
"When Steam became a True God, he hadn't yet digested his Sequence 1 potion. He was under pressure from the Moses Ascetic Order..."
Thump Thump
Leyton tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers, interrupting Amon's words.
The next moment, deep blue, almost purple, eyes emerged from all around. They peered out from shadows, from crevices, from every dark corner.
They shimmered with pure light, yet were quite cold and devoid of warmth.
In the pupil of each eye, layers of illusory symbols constructed from Doors appeared, each establishing a connection with different parts of the Spirit World.
Amon narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying an imperceptible emotion as he said:
"You want to play hide-and-seek with me?"
"Interesting. How about we raise the stakes?"
No sooner had Amon's words fallen than Leyton's figure suddenly became transparent, transforming into a statue composed of countless starlight.
The statue shattered instantly, and brilliant starlight surged, scattering into each of the surrounding eyes.
As the starlight began to surge, the surrounding eyes started flickering on and off, as if constantly disappearing and reappearing.
Amon slowly curved his lips, gripping the ball of black mist tightly with his right hand. Illusory, viscous black liquid continuously surged from his hand, rushing to cover the surrounding starlight.
The moment these black liquids, condensed from various emotions and desires, appeared, they instantly tainted the surrounding cold and indifferent eyes with a frantic emotion, and the speed of their flickering on and off suddenly accelerated.
"Heh, this kind of completely random Spirit World coordinate can indeed largely shake me off, but do you really dare to step into it?"
Amon's voice, obscure and indistinct, echoed in the room, stirring up layers of restless emotions.
The surrounding eyes suddenly burst open, transforming into clusters of brilliant starlight that directly covered the viscous blackness, obscuring Amon's figure.
Leyton's figure reformed amidst the shimmering starlight. He held a white jade chess piece between his index and middle fingers, one above the other, and gently pressed it down in front of him.
Amon's speed in reaching to pinch the monocle at his eye position suddenly slowed, as if the flow of time around him had been reduced.
It only lasted for an instant before Amon's movements returned to normal.
"Interesting!" He sighed softly, and the surrounding starlight that permeated the area instantly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
Leyton was not surprised that Amon could resolve the situation he created so quickly. He took a small step backward, and a "Door" instantly formed behind him.
This "Door" had no fixed connection points; anyone stepping through it could appear anywhere in the Spirit World.
With the backward movement, Leyton's figure instantly vanished into the "Door."
He smiled slightly at Amon, watching the distance between them disappear, and Amon entering the "Door" with him.
The surrounding scenery instantly transformed into layers of richly colored blocks, as if entering a constantly twisting passage, continuously changing direction and receding.
Amon's voice echoed in Leyton's ears, completely unimpeded:
"This randomness cannot get rid of me. I can easily modify my appearing location."
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