Chapter 257: The Price and the Tool

But the situation with the three pathways is different. If the majority of Sequence 0's will is used to suppress the will of the Celestial Worthy, then the Celestial Worthy's will is mostly used for revival.

Therefore, in the Fourth Epoch, the Beyonders of the three pathways face greater risks in advancing to Sequence 0.

Amon, although seemingly fond of tightrope walking, is known to be a typical member of the three pathways. Despite his usually reckless behavior, he does not take risks when it comes to life and death matters.

Even though he has been beaten by true gods multiple times, Amon has no plans to advance to Sequence 0 to fight back immediately. Besides, Amon knows that the real reason he has been beaten so badly this time is this Libert front of him.

In other words, unless Amon advances to a Great Old One, even if he becomes Sequence 0, he will still face constant beatings.

Advancing to the Lord of Mysteries in the Fourth Epoch would be extremely difficult.

"You might as well say that today will be like every other day for Him." Amon chose to remain silent, but Medici's gloating voice had already arrived.

The expression of the Angel of War was almost identical to his rogue brother's, even more sarcastic. He looked Amon up and down, clicked his tongue, and with a nauseatingly fake pitying smile, said.

"How pathetic, little raven, getting beaten like this. Did you secretly cry in a corner, or have you already sought comfort from your 'duck mother'?"

By "duck mother," Medici naturally referred to Amon's eldest brother, Adam.

"Thank you for your concern, Medici." Amon, clearly also a good candidate for the Hunter pathway, took Medici's sarcasm calmly, glanced at him, and slowly said, "But I'd prefer it if you cared more about yourself. After all, your condition is far worse than mine. You should seek your brother's help more often; I'm sure he won't hesitate to assist you."

"Hmph!" Medici snorted, seemingly unbothered, and looked at Amon, saying, "You don't need to worry about that."

Lynn quietly watched their sarcastic exchange while munching on watermelon. He even handed a slice to Adam, who was standing nearby. After a bite, Lynn whispered, "Ouroboros seems off. His self-awareness is being overly suppressed by divinity. I'd like you to diagnose him and see if there's any treatment."

Adam accepted the watermelon naturally, took a bite, and said, "I can treat Ouroboros, but I can't change his dull personality. At most, I can make his humanity more stable, giving him more self-awareness."

Adam indeed couldn't change Ouroboros's personality, or rather, he could, but that wouldn't fall under treatment.

"I never expected you to change his personality. I don't think there's a need to..." Lynn said, spitting out watermelon seeds into a newly appeared trash can. "What's the cost?"

"No cost," Adam said flatly, not spitting out the seeds, as if he had chewed them to pieces.

"You should name a price. I know free things are often the most expensive." Lynn turned to Adam, serious.

In the world of mysteries, nothing is truly free. Every gift of fate has its price marked in the shadows.

Lynn preferred clearly priced items over freebies.

"Then the cost is that you help me when I need it," Adam said without hesitation, seemingly expecting this.

"Agreed, but if you want me to target someone I care about or do something that will significantly harm them, I will refuse." Lynn said, taking another bite of watermelon.

"I wouldn't do such meaningless things," Adam replied crisply.

He understood Lynn's nature well. For Lynn, the few people he cared about were more important than the entire world.

So Adam wouldn't harm those Lynn cared about unless necessary.

That would only bring greater disaster to the world.

"Then it's settled." Lynn, somewhat aware of Adam's thoughts but not caring, returned to Ouroboros after finishing the watermelon. He explained the situation to Ouroboros.

Ouroboros had no objections to seeing a doctor. After listening quietly, he looked seriously at Lynn and said, "I can help you when you need it, multiple times."

Lynn was stunned for a moment, then realized Ouroboros wanted to compensate for the cost of seeing a doctor. This made him laugh helplessly. He patted Ouroboros's head and said, "Alright!"

A delivered tool, Lynn wouldn't refuse.

"Hmph..." Medici, standing nearby, sneered. Knowing Lynn's nature well, he understood that countless tasks awaited Ouroboros.

As a member of the Second Epoch, Medici still busily managed his Red Army affairs and often got roped into helping Lynn train the kids in combat, experiencing the hardships of being a corporate slave.

Even in his poor state, Medici knew Lynn would find many tasks for him—actually, he already had.

Thinking about the intelligence he had gathered and the upcoming establishment of the Church of the True Creator, Medici's expression became complex.

He was almost certain he'd be incredibly busy with church affairs soon.

But Medici couldn't refuse those tasks, as they were for the Lord and for himself.

(End of Chapter)

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