Chapter 337: Amon is About to Have Bad Luck

The Ancient Sun God silently looked at Sasrir, who, despite being the King of Angels, appeared with dark circles under his eyes from overwork. Sasrir looked on the brink of collapse. Staring at his slightly bruised eyes and pale complexion, the Ancient Sun God reflected on whether he had been too demanding on his incarnations.

Is it really excessive to work overtime for three consecutive years?

The Ancient Sun God, a researcher who once lost track of time in the laboratory for months and never took annual leave, didn't quite understand. However, after some thought, he said, "It seems I haven't considered this properly. I'll make sure to give you some time off in the future."

He mainly thought that a balance between work and rest made sense; too much fatigue wouldn't be beneficial for Sasrir's work efficiency. A few days of rest could result in a more focused and efficient work state, which was undoubtedly more worthwhile.

"Thank you very much for your understanding, Lord," Sasrir replied with a slight smile. Although he didn't mind dedicating himself to the divine kingdom to the point of becoming a workaholic, even for him, having an annual leave was a nice result.

Lynn, who had somewhat understood the Ancient Sun God's thoughts, raised an eyebrow but said nothing more.

Securing annual leave for Sasrir was good enough. The reasons behind the Ancient Sun God's decision were not important.

'Speaking of which, I must say I'm impressive, the first one to encourage taking breaks—not just for myself, but even advocating for Sasrir to get time off...' Lynn thought, feeling increasingly proud, completely forgetting his previous intention to make Artisan and others work non-stop.

Perhaps this is what it means to have double standards!

The issue of annual leave was just a minor episode in the meeting. After Lynn promised to assist at critical moments, the Ancient Sun God discussed other matters and then declared the meeting over.

He had to modify the previous plans to include Lynn—although the main structure of most plans should remain unchanged, adding Lynn as a backup certainly increased the plans' margin for error.

As for when the new plans would be finalized and announced, it depended on when the Ancient Sun God would finish his overtime work.

'Oh, wait, there's someone to help...' Lynn watched as the Ancient Sun God beckoned Sasrir to help modify the plans. Seeing Sasrir, who looked like he was on the brink of collapse, hugging the files and dutifully following the Ancient Sun God, Lynn couldn't help but shake his head.

"Sasrir is beyond saving..." Lynn said in a tone of exasperation, hooking his arm around Medici's shoulder and seriously saying, "You must not learn from him; otherwise, his fate will be yours tomorrow."

Although Lynn understood the importance of modifying plans and knew it was within Sasrir's duties, there was no need to rush so much, as the world wasn't ending tomorrow. A break for a couple of hours wouldn't hurt!

He feared Sasrir might suddenly collapse—especially since, after helping the Ancient Sun God modify the plans, Sasrir would still have to lead a team to the Giant King's Court. The thought alone scared Lynn.

Medici, also watching Sasrir's departing figure, nodded in agreement, saying, "I won't follow his example."

Though young, Medici, like Lynn, was taken care of by Sasrir. He was well aware of Sasrir's extreme workaholism and had no intention of following that path.

"Good, as expected of my brother!" Lynn nodded seriously, then remembered something and looked at Medici with a smile. "After this trip to the Giant King's Court, you might soon advance to Sequence 1. Are you excited?"

Unlike Lynn, who had to digest the Weather Warlock potion, Medici, being a natural mythical creature, only needed time to master the powers of the Weather Warlock. Therefore, once he acquired the Conqueror's characteristics, he could directly advance to Conqueror.

And honestly, the advancement ritual for becoming a Conqueror wouldn't be hard to complete in the coming turbulent era, as wars would be frequent. Lynn hadn't forgotten that the Ancient Sun God led humanity to rise during the Dual Era, eventually creating a new era.

"And you? You're about to obtain the Hermit's Uniqueness, aren't you?" Medici glanced at Lynn but couldn't hide the slight upward curve of his mouth, indicating his excitement about becoming a Conqueror.

"It's different for me. I don't lack combat power, and even if I obtain the Uniqueness, I can't accommodate it immediately..." Lynn said, thinking about the Knowledge Moor, and then smiled, "But I am looking forward to it and a bit curious..."

"Curious about what?" Medici looked at him quizzically.

'Curious if this is a coincidence or someone's deliberate act...' Lynn thought to himself, feeling a vague premonition but didn't say it out loud. So he just shook his head and said, "It's nothing..."

Medici frowned.

"Come on, Red, work hard on advancing. Once you become a Conqueror, you might be able to defeat me!" Lynn said, patting Medici's head with a smile.

Medici's face darkened. Over the years, he had fought many times with Lynn but had never won.

It was a very frustrating matter for him.

"Alright, let's go pack our things. Otherwise, if we wait for Sasrir to finish, there won't be time!" Lynn patted Medici's shoulder and dragged him out of the meeting room.

At the same time, Lynn's main consciousness returned to his main account in the Fifth Epoch. After washing up, he lay down on the bed and slept. When he woke up, it was already the next morning.

Lynn first got himself ready, then used the Seer angel to knock on the door of the neighboring Sherlock Detective Agency. After exchanging the Red Priest card with Klein for the Black Emperor card, he sat at his desk and began studying the second card of blasphemy in his possession.

As he researched, Lynn suddenly remembered something, "Wait, did I promise to bring something for Roselle?"

In the tomb, where Roselle had cursed someone countless times, he finally received the items on his beloved list. Lynn then continued studying the card of blasphemy, and this time he actually discovered something.

'I've got a rough idea of the creation process, but the materials are tricky. I'll have to look in the Second Epoch for similar ones...' Lynn muttered, setting down the Black Emperor card. Stretching, he decided to do another important thing.

He wanted to contact Ouroboros of this era. If possible, he wanted to discuss the feasibility of blowing up Amon in this era.

No particular reason, just a sudden urge.

(End of Chapter)

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