Chapter 207: Why Would You Have Such an Illusion?

However, what Amon did not expect was that after hearing his words, Ouroboros just looked at him with confusion.

"Why would you have such an illusion?" Ouroboros asked.

"What, do you think He will support you?" Amon was not disappointed, merely adjusting his monocle and looking at Ouroboros as if mocking, though the words also contained a probe.

Amon was not certain about the relationship between Ouroboros and Libert, so he used this to test Ouroboros.

If Ouroboros was like Medici or Bethel and beyond saving, Amon would naturally use other means to deal with him.

"No, he won't support me." Ouroboros shook his head calmly and resumed painting on the canvas, continuing, "He also won't support Will."

"He won't get involved in the conflicts of the Wheel of Fortune Pathway."

Yes, Ouroboros knew this. It was not a revelation from fate but from understanding Lynn's attitude towards him.

In a sense, although Ouroboros often seemed not too smart, but sometimes he was unexpectedly sharp.

But Ouroboros didn't care about this. He actually didn't want to ascend so badly. For Ouroboros, being able to follow the Lord, accompany the Lord, and paint was enough to satisfy him. His attitude was more inclined to follow the arrangements of destiny and let things take their course. Thus, Ouroboros would pursue Will but wouldn't mind too much if he couldn't catch him.

It was for this reason that Ouroboros really didn't care whether Lynn would support him in ascending to Sequence 0.

—Of course, if the True Creator urgently wished for Ouroboros to ascend, then Ouroboros would also strive for it.

However, the True Creator clearly had no such requirements for Ouroboros—possibly because he was insane and couldn't think about such matters, or purely worried that in Ouroboros' state, ascending to Sequence 0 would make him the vessel for the Original Creator's resurrection.

After all, it was well-known that Ouroboros' humanity was poorly maintained.

Amon frowned upon hearing this, then showed a thoughtful expression. But before he could finish thinking, Ouroboros had already stopped his brush.

The latter took the canvas from the drawing board, looked at Amon, and said, "If you plan to leave, you can take your gift with you."

"...Alright!" Amon took a deep look at the canvas in Ouroboros' hand, took it, and unfolded it. The painting depicted Medici burning a small raven—a real event from history without Lynn's involvement.

It was clear that with his inventory running low, Lynn had consulted a certain Red and obtained many precious materials.

"Hah!" Amon chuckled, then gripped the painting tightly. He looked at Ouroboros and suddenly remembered something, saying, "Do you know that Medici has already resurrected?"

This was another probe.

Like Lynn, Amon wanted to know how the changes Lynn made in history would affect the present and in which ways.

Ouroboros glanced at Amon, and it was evident that his mood improved considerably.

Of course, Ouroboros knew about Medici's resurrection. Not only because of memories from the Fourth Epoch, but also because Medici had prayed to the True Creator a few days ago.

Previously, due to pride, Medici had not sought help from the True Creator when he was too miserable and in Evil Spirit form. But after recovering to Sequence 2, he finally contacted the True Creator.

However, he did not ask for anything from his Lord, merely mentioning Lynn's plan to help him become the Red Priest in the Fourth Epoch and expressing his intent to continue pursuing his own matters outside.

The True Creator did not ask much about this, allowing Medici to act freely outside.

'So, Medici was really resurrected...' Amon lowered his eyes. Although he had guessed this, seeing it confirmed still made him uneasy.

How could such an existence, not only possibly comparable in power to the Great Old Ones, but also able to walk freely in the past and change history, exist?

Moreover, the key issue was that this existence held a significant grudge against him because of Medici.

Even Amon, at this moment, felt deeply regretful.

Had he known Medici had such backing, he would never have helped Tudor become the Red Priest.

At this moment, Ouroboros' sincere voice interrupted Amon's thoughts, "If you plan to do something to Medici again, he will kill you."

Amon knew Ouroboros was telling the truth.

Libert, because of Sasrir, had spared him before, but that was contingent on him not harming Medici again.

Amon was certain that if he crossed that line, the other would no longer show mercy due to Sasrir but would kill him directly.

But why would he cross that line?

Amon smiled at Ouroboros and said, "I'm not so foolish as to do something suicidal."

Ouroboros stared at Amon for two seconds, then slowly nodded, "Indeed, you're quite afraid of death."

Amon's smile froze.

Being afraid of death was one thing, but being told so was another.

For the nth time, Amon found Ouroboros' overly straightforward personality very annoying.

...

"So, Medici has been resurrected by the former you?"

In Lynn's small house, after chatting with Lynn, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"He should be resurrected. My memories of this are not complete, just vaguely recalling something like that." Lynn nodded and then showed an embarrassed expression, saying, "When my memories were restored, my emotions were too chaotic. I suddenly remembered Medici's fall and then vaguely remembered the fragmented memories of resurrecting him, so I lost composure for a moment. Sorry."

"You don't need to apologize. I should apologize to you. I shouldn't have hurried to ask Little Sun about the War Angel. I should have chosen a safer time. Now, everyone probably suspects your connection to Medici." Klein waved his hand and said seriously.

Although he had good intentions, Klein knew that this time he had indeed made a blunder.

"That doesn't matter. Knowing is just knowing. After all, they can't possibly link me to the Angel of Secrets. Being associated with Little Red can actually boost my style a bit, or..." Lynn paused here, looking meaningfully at a certain Fool, "give me some prestige."

(End of Chapter)

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