Chapter 165: Your Normality Scares Me

Setting aside how complicated the waiter's feelings were, after beating Alista Tudor and obtaining a Weather Warlock's Characteristic from him, Lynn was in a rather good mood.

Especially when looking at the Blood Emperor who, although seething with rage, could only sit quietly. This made Lynn even happier.

Tudor naturally wanted to make a move, but he was only half-mad, not completely insane. After experiencing Lynn's strength in the alternate space, the few rational thoughts left to this Sequence 0 reminded him that if he made another move, he might really die.

The opponent was undoubtedly more powerful, at least a dual-pathway True God if not an Great Old One.

Though it might come at a significant cost, the opponent could kill him. And as someone who had jumped sequences recklessly to survive, Tudor was unwilling to die in such an unclear manner.

So, despite his anger, Tudor suppressed his fury, only growing more desperate for ascension.

If he could devour the Primordial Demoness... Various mad thoughts flashed through Tudor's mind when the young man before him suddenly smiled and said, "By the way, Tudor, you must have had important matters to discuss when you called Bethel and the others for this tea party, right? Why not start now?"

The young man's voice was as gentle as always, as if genuinely making a suggestion.

Hearing this, the round table under Alista Tudor's hands crumbled into powder. His blue eyes swept over the King of Angels, who had reverted from a serious threat to a concern. Coldly, he said, "No need, there's nothing to discuss."

The initial purpose of the tea party was to understand the situation with Amon and Bethel's mission to the Balam Empire and to meet the son of Mr. Door who had recently emerged.

But now, discussing these matters was pointless. Tudor had exhausted his patience, and as for Mr. Door's son...

Tudor glanced at the seemingly ordinary young man who looked like a Sequence 2 Angel, making it hard to believe such a gentle and naive-looking guy was a True God or even more powerful.

Even after battling him, Tudor couldn't determine the pathway of the opponent.

That helpless time-manipulating ability... Alista Tudor's blue eyes showed rare contemplation, but he couldn't align any pathway with Lynn's abilities even after much thought.

Tudor decided to stop thinking about it. Regardless of the opponent's pathway, although they held some malice towards him, they didn't intend to kill him directly.

And this was his opportunity.

"Good luck!" Alista Tudor heard the young man say with a smile, looking at him as if he understood exactly what he was thinking, and added, "I suggest you cooperate with Amon. He has quite a few issues with me too."

The young man seemed completely unconcerned about Alista Tudor's hostility.

And Lynn truly didn't care. He had anticipated Tudor's change in attitude before making his move.

But what did it matter?

Whether Alista Tudor had hostility towards him didn't affect Lynn's desire to beat him up. He didn't care about the enmity of a Sequence 0.

When Lynn decided to provoke Amon, he didn't expect this identity to live peacefully. Now, it was just one more person annoyed with him.

The worst-case scenario would be the loss of this smurf account, which Lynn could handle. Besides, Tudor and the others were unlikely to destroy this smurf account easily.

Conversely, killing Tudor would require excessive force, risking self-assimilation and deteriorating relations with Bethel and others, which wasn't worth it for Lynn.

He knew that this lesson would make Tudor hesitant to attack him easily again. He was only half-mad, not fully insane, and wouldn't risk his life recklessly.

Thus, Alista Tudor's hostility was of little consequence to Lynn.

Moreover, Lynn enjoyed seeing people who wanted to kill him but couldn't, making it easier for him to beat them up whenever he wanted. If they were dead, there would be no fun.

In a way, Lynn had a very nasty personality.

"Libert, your words really hurt me. Though I am curious about your trump card, I still consider us friends," Amon said, adjusting his crystal monocle, seeming somewhat saddened.

"Perhaps you need to have your brain checked," Lynn responded seriously, glancing at Amon.

"Do you have a suitable doctor to recommend?" Amon asked earnestly, seemingly unaffected by Lynn's sarcasm.

This made Lynn's expression turn subtle. He looked at the friendly Amon and, after thinking for a moment, said, "You acting normal scares me."

Amon's smile stiffened slightly.

Seeing this, Lynn appeared relieved, even patting his chest and saying, "Good, good. Your brain isn't damaged. If you turned into a good kid, I might hesitate to deal with you in the future."

Though he said this, Lynn knew why Amon's attitude changed. It was due to the recognition of his strength during their fight, prompting Amon to ease their relationship.

This wasn't surprising since they had no deep-seated hatred, and Amon, who appeared adventurous but was actually cautious, wouldn't let their relationship deteriorate upon realizing Lynn's capability to suppress Sequence 0s.

Unfortunately, Lynn didn't buy it.

He seriously said to Amon, "Let's continue our mutual dislike. It will make it easier for me to torment you without any guilt."

"Don't worry, I won't really harm you, considering Sasrir. Just some pranks. As the God of Mischief, you shouldn't mind, right?"

Amon's smile stiffened more, but being Amon, he quickly adjusted, smiling and saying, "I'm looking forward to exchanging pranking experiences with you, Libert."

(End of Chapter)