Chapter 6: Amon's Souvenir

Amon and the others quickly fixed the elevator and found Arlan. Arlan's face was grimacing with pain as he opened the path to above. Amon produced a paper figuring before swiping the injury on Arlan's leg to the figurine. Immediately Arlan stood up without any pain. 

"Woah, Madam Herta never mentioned you could do that. As expected of her assistant." Amon sighed he would definitely take a souvenir before he left this place. He was beginning to develop some sentimental value from this. 

Perhaps it was because of Herta's questioning and company. Someone intelligent and understanding. Or it was likely due to the meaty checks from Herta and the bonuses from Miss Asta. 

March 7th gasped "So you can you just heal any injury by transferring the damage to the paper figure?" Amon nodded "Almost any injury." He left out that he could simply snap his fingers and do almost anything but it needed to be amazing but not too far fetched. 

"I may not be a doctor or medic, but when it comes to injuries feel free to come to me." Amon turned towards Arlan and gave him a slap on the back. "Now get to evacuating, the others. I'll head up with the Nameless and make sure they get there safely." 

Amon and the others made their way upstairs as Asta saw Amon, "Amon thank god you're safe. We were panicking as Madam Herta had a grim face and didn't seem to be looking for you. We assumed you were dead." Amon's left eye twitched, "So that woman has been indirectly causing others to think me as deceased huh?" 

Soon the warning signs blared as the express couldn't leave anymore, the Doomsday Beast smashed into the side of the space station as the Nameless gathered to fight. Amon simply pulled out Herta's hammer from a mist of grey fog took a stance as well. 

Himeko covered her mouth from surprise "Isn't that Madam Herta's hammer?" Amon gave her a blank stare "It's mine." Soon the fight ensued as March 7th worked to suppress the beast from afar and shielding the crew members with the power of preservation. Dan Heng, Stelle and Himeko took their sides and started dealing damage hoping to drive the beast away. 

Amon would take advantage of the beast's distraction and strike it on the engine multiple times with a hammer. Though the others may not have noticed but Himeko certainly did. 

A fight that was nearing the peak difficulty limit had started becoming easier. Attacks that would have hit them had missed. The beasts movements had slowed for an instant and its attacks became even more choreographed. 

"Something's off." Himeko thought to herself, something was terribly off but the result was indeed good. The beast struck again and the beam from its engine missed once again. Soon the beast collapsed from one final strike of Amon's hammer. 

Amon sighed "That was fun." He thought. The hammer disappeared into the annals of history as he snapped his fingers remotely removing the seals on the space station doors. Amon glanced at the Astral Express feeling giddy for the first time in a long time. Stelle would be conscripted by Herta for the Simulated Universe. 

Amon grinned, he had enough time to retrieve a few souvenirs from Herta Space Station. He walked around while helping out the injured eventually arriving at an idle Herta doll. "Perfect" He grabbed the doll before storing within an isolated space. The remnants of the anti-matter legion were still present however even glimpsing the madness within his eyes was enough for them to kill each other. 

"Herta's Curio collection, my last stop for a souvenir. On second thought... Why just one?" Amon started shopping. "First up, Blackhole Trap" He soon tossed it into the same space as the Herta doll. He preferred keeping the items in a separate dimension lest they become corrupted by the aura of Sefirah Castle. 

"I'll take that as well." A-Ruan pouch. A pouch that acted as a giant storage space due to Ruan Mei's idea of carrying an entire universe with her. Although the excess space could be rectified by him. He'd just seal the space within to a reasonable amount. 

The last one was for pure enjoyment. "Genius Society Gossip Memory Chip, auto update feature available as well. Never be late to enjoy the tea again."

Amon satisfied with his shopping soon turned around to leave but suddenly thought of giving Herta a gift back. He placed a small box with a note for Herta as he left a few charms created from his pathways. 

Soon he started his return, he left Herta a letter explaining that he took a doll as a souvenir and a few curios. He did mention with bold letters that the gifts he returned would make up for it completely. 

Herta had agreed previously to help him board the Astral Express as a favor and now Himeko was standing at the door. "So, what is your decision?" Stelle with no hesitation joined the Nameless as Himeko gazed at Amon. 

"Madam Herta has mentioned that you wanted to take a break and see the sights. She mentioned that you always wanted to join the Nameless and travel among the stars." 

Amon nodded "Yes that is correct Himeko, while working as Miss Herta's assistant is very enticing and rewarding. Ultimately I find myself wanting to explore the fallacy of fate. I wish to see the stories that will happen with my own eyes and participate in them." 

Himeko smiled "The welcome to the Astral Express and the Nameless. I do must ask, what did you do that has Dan Heng so guarded around you?" 

Amon shrugged "He's been like that since he met me. One can never get along with everyone in the world. There is bound to be differences in beliefs and thoughts causing disharmony." 

Amon's silver tongue worked its magic as he made his way onto the train. Shortly after taking the pledge Amon was met with a pressing matter. Stelle had made her room, or rather apartment above the party car. He thought about it before as Pom-Pom looked saddened "Truly sorry Amon. The express used to have more carriages but if you can't share with Stelle then there aren't any more rooms." 

Amon smiled "No worries dear Conductor, I'll find a way. Perhaps is there a broom closet?" Pom-Pom nodded as he brought Amon over to the broom closet. "Passenger Amon, why do you want to see the broom closet?" 

A smile blossomed on Amon's face, "This is going to be my room of course." Pom-Pom immediately puffed up "How can I let a passenger live in the broom closet?" Amon smiled and patted Pom-Pom on the head "No worries just trust me. Let's remove the brooms and leave everything to me." 

Pom-Pom sighed as he relocated the brooms to the corner of the room and left Amon to somehow make a room out of the closet. A snap of his finger as an ethereal door shifted to mimic the passenger room doors. The shimmering of light flashed once again as the space within the closet had expanded to the size of Stelle's place. 

From another door, Amon started retrieving his souvenirs and items as he placed the curios and Herta doll in the corner. Sooner or later, multiple Amons started renovating the room and furnishing it.

Rich wooden walls, polished to an unnatural gleam, A grandfather clock that sat at the entrance, its hands ticking forward, pausing, then spinning backward as though mocking the concept of linear time. Shelves lined the room, mostly empty with the exception of a few curios that he had stolen *cough* been given. A few novelty items were spread around the room. An hourglass with sand that floated upwards, and a collection of keys, none alike in size or design, dangling from a chain.

A desk stood near the window, its surface cluttered yet strangely organized with a suspended quill. The light of a flickering chandelier cast shadows that moved independently.

Amon nodded in contentment as he watched himself finish the bathroom and bedroom. Unlike the others, he preferred a slightly clean old vibe. As for the clock, it was simply funny to put there. 

He gazed at his own bed before sinking down onto it. The blanket was truly heavenly, as expected of himself. He looked at the obsidian blanket before spraying it a calming scent of forest berries. A few candles lit as he snapped his fingers. They remained suspended in time despite clearly burning in real time. 

The Herta doll sitting on its designated seat soon activated as she stared at Amon on the bed. 

"This works I suppose. I didn't expect you to take one of my dolls as a souvenir." Amon nodded "Like I said, I have developed some sentimental value towards my time at the space station. Especially when you are one of the few capable of understanding me. In a way you are the first anchor that isn't myself." 

Herta looked around the room before snorting in disbelief "You even carried your sense of furnishing here huh?" The doll sat down before remaining idle again. 

Pom-Pom opened the closet door only to find a completely furnished apartment. 

"What happened to the broom closet?"