nownovels Chapter 188 Ends and the Unexpected Visitor
Chapter 188 Ends and the Unexpected Visitor
Chapter 188 Ends and the Unexpected Visitor
Under Adam's calm and gentle gaze, Sirion finally nodded:
"I understand that if necessary, I can relinquish my own characteristics to support the birth of the 'Lord of Mysteries.'"
"But I also need the help of the 'Lord of Mysteries,' and I need the 'Beacon of Destiny' to open a new tributary of fate for me, to help me fight against the 'Higher-Dimensional Overlord.'"
Adam smiled and nodded: "Haven't you already invested in the two most likely candidates to become the 'Lord of Mysteries'?"
Cyril paused slightly, looking at the faint smile on Adam's face, and subconsciously said:
So you can smile.
"Um... I mean you seem to be in a good mood today."
Adam ignored his words and instead said:
"Leodorus has taken notice of you, and he might target you. In this regard, you could lean towards 'Night' and 'Steam,' and I don't think they'd mind protecting you during this time."
"I understand." Cyril nodded slightly, his mind churning with thoughts.
After a brief silence, Adam continued:
"You seemed to have quite a few questions before, but you can continue now."
"Huh?" Cyril was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Adam was referring to the conversation that had been interrupted by the sudden appearance of Amon's true form. After briefly recalling the content of their conversation, he organized his thoughts and asked:
"I'm a little confused. I didn't intentionally act like an 'astrologer,' so why did I digest the potion so easily? Was this a script forcibly written by the 'writer'?"
Adam shook his head slightly: "No, this is a very reasonable script."
"The script I wrote is just to settle the feedback for your role in advance. Even without my script, you will fully digest the 'Astrologer' potion in one or two days."
"There is no doubt that you have indeed guided the change of destiny, or rather, every decision and every action you have taken has guided the change of destiny, because you yourself are a variable in destiny."
"It's just that this change doesn't usually produce much feedback, so you might have overlooked it."
"But during this time you came into contact with Roselle's eldest daughter, that little snake from the School of Life, that 'Fool' from 'Source Castle,' Amon just now, Leodorus, and me...:"
"A sufficiently powerful extraordinary being can provide a stronger response, which to some extent makes up for any gaps or deficiencies in your performance."
"So even if your performance isn't perfect, you can still successfully digest the potion in front of a high-quality audience."
"As for the more specific reasons and rules of conduct, I think that doesn't need me to explain."
"I understand." Cyril nodded thoughtfully.
Astrologers can predict fate to some extent and guide others, but when faced with the real waves of fate, they appear weak and powerless, and can only drift with the tide.
Just like me today, I was almost helpless when facing Amon, and could only passively wait for Adam to rescue me. In their struggle, I was just a silent spectator.
My greatest effort was to use the false image of the "Lord of the Storm" in the painting to lure out the real Leodorus, which brought divine punishment to eliminate a large number of Amon's clones. This did get me out of trouble to some extent, but it also brought new problems. Now I am truly under Leodorus's watchful eye.
Moreover, I suspect that even without this accident, Amon wouldn't have actually done anything to me; he and Adam have always been on good terms.
The only possible unforeseen event is that he might be able to find Klein, who is also in Backlund, through me. But with the "Goddess of the Night" watching over there, even if Amon finds out, it will be difficult for him to succeed.
After a few moments of silence, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he asked very earnestly:
"Was that golden light and shadow I saw earlier really you, or your virtual personality?"
"Was one of the reasons that Amon's true form suddenly appeared and fought you just now was to confirm this with you?"
Adam answered almost without hesitation:
"Sometimes he is me, and as for Amon, that might be one of his goals."
"Huh?" Sirion's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected Adam to actually answer the question, but the answer was rather puzzling.
Adam ignored his reaction and said leisurely:
"Since he looks like me, does things like me, and has the same extraordinary abilities as me, then he can be me, and should be me, right?"
Cyril: ...
He felt Adam was trying to fool him, but looking into those clear, innocent golden eyes that were gazing at him like a baby's, he suddenly realized that what the other man said made a lot of sense.
Then it should be Adam, and it can only be Adam.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw everything around him fading away rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he was back home, back on the sofa in the living room.
He reached out and braced himself on the sofa, just as he was about to get up, his hand slipped, and a black leather wallet fell to the floor.
He looked down and his expression suddenly froze.
That was the wallet from which Amon had previously emptied a bunch of Time Worms.
"Is this thing still usable?"
"How about we sell it to someone, or give it to Pales as a snack?"
After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the wallet that had fallen to the floor and sealed it in a metal box.
Although Amon is not very trustworthy, Adam's credibility is still good. He believes that he will not encounter Amon again for some time, so he can keep this thing for now.
As his thoughts drifted, a thick gray fog suddenly appeared before his eyes.
A deep red light rose from the gray mist, and a tall angel with twelve pairs of silver-white wings of light emerged in the light.
It stood calmly in front of Sirion, with pairs of wings of light behind it wrapping around Sirion, bringing the purest and most peaceful protection.
Immediately afterwards, the voice of "The Fool" echoed leisurely in his ears:
"Come see me after this is all over."
"Sirius looked at the layers of light wings that enveloped him and fell silent for a moment.
To be honest, at this point, the paper angel was unnecessary. A paper angel imbued with the power of destiny might just bring me new trouble.
As his thoughts drifted, the gray mist and the angel with silver-white wings before him faded away, and then an unfamiliar figure appeared out of thin air in front of him.
He was a tall, thin man wearing a simple, plain linen robe, with long silver hair that reached his vest.
His features were soft and his face was beautiful. His silver eyes gazed at Cyril with a gentle yet indifferent look, as if he were not looking at him, but rather looking through him at something else.
After a moment of silence, Cyril tentatively asked:
"Ouroboros?"
The tall, thin man in front of him, wearing a linen robe, nodded slightly without saying a word, his eyes fixed on him without blinking.
The two remained in this silent stalemate for a while. Just when Cyril thought they would continue like this, Ulorus suddenly spoke:
"You met Amon, did you need some luck?"
Cyril was a little lost in thought, but still asked earnestly:
"Then, what do I need to give in return?"
Ulorius shook his head slightly: "No need."
He paused, then added, "Come to my lord when you reach the land forsaken by God."
Cyril raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Why are you so sure I'll go to the Forsaken Lands?"
"It's fate."
After giving a brief reply, a faint light seemed to flow in Urolius's silver eyes, and a silvery light appeared out of thin air behind him, intertwining to form a slowly rotating, complex wheel.
A few seconds later, the wheel behind him disappeared. Ulorus frowned slightly, then shook his head apologetically at Sirion.
"I'm sorry, I can't grant you luck."
Cyril paused slightly, then nodded and smiled:
"...Well, it's not too surprising."
"and you.."
"Okay, goodbye." Urolius nodded, and his figure in a simple robe quickly faded away.
"Um... I meant to ask if you'd like coffee or black tea...:"
Cyril stared at the spot where Ulorus had disappeared, reached out and grabbed at the air, his face full of embarrassment.
He withdrew his hand, composed himself, glanced around to make sure the doors and windows were closed, then leaned back on the sofa and began to recite the name of "The Fool":
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
A grayish-white mist surged and quickly engulfed his vision.
After a brief moment of disorientation, his vision cleared again, and he found himself in the magnificent and ancient palace above the gray fog.