Chapter 387: Amon Arrives

Chapter 387: Amon Arrives

In a desolate wilderness, occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the entire area.

Three figures sat on a dark cyan stone, intensely focused on shuffling a deck of cards. They then divided the cards into three piles and started a common game of "Fight the Evil."

On the other side of the dark cyan stone, two figures gazed at the intermittent lightning in the sky, debating how many times lightning could strike in a year in this forsaken land of the god.

Another figure squatted on the grass, playing with a twig, teasing ants crawling across the ground. Occasionally, the figure mischievously disrupted the ants' orderly formation, a look of delight on their face.

One figure sat on the grass, carefully wiping a monocle with a smooth, clean, light-colored cloth they had just taken off.

An adventurer stood on a stone, gazing at the distant scenery with a determined look, as if ready to transform into an eagle and embark on an adventure at any moment.

A hapless soul, having said something wrong, was tied to a fire rack. Nearby, someone was gathering twigs, intending to roast the unfortunate person like a suckling pig.

The numerous figures brought much liveliness to the otherwise silent wilderness.

The only terrifying aspect was that all these figures had identical facial features, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Suddenly, a golden light burst forth in the distance, like a golden gate opening in the dark world.

All the figures simultaneously turned their gaze toward that direction.

They all wore identical monocles, with the same style and color.

"Someone has arrived in the forsaken land of the god," the figure standing high and gazing into the distance said seriously.

"Who has come?"

"Can anyone enter safely?"

"How curious. I suddenly want to play with him."

"It's probably another crazy believer of the True Creator. His followers always act so recklessly."

"It's rare for a newcomer to arrive; this should be a good thing."

"Don't you think interesting things have been happening more frequently lately?"

The complex discussions quickly made the silent wilderness lively again.

Finally, they reached an agreement to send three lucky ones to investigate the matter by drawing cards.

In such matters, they were always fair, mostly following the principle of majority rule.

Of course, occasionally, there would be a veto power. If even one person disagreed, they would start over until everyone agreed.

This method was time-consuming; sometimes deciding whether to go out and play the next day could take a month of voting.

Compared to casually going out to play, they preferred spending time on these trivial voting matters.

After all, this was democratic. Whether it would delay or affect anything was not within their consideration.

Soon, the three lucky ones were successfully selected.

One was an adventurer, another a bard, and the third a silent observer who liked to stand still and daydream.

The adventurer transformed into an eagle, soared into the sky, and swiftly flew away.

The bard glanced into the distance and transformed into a galloping horse.

The silent observer pondered for a moment, quickly climbed onto the horse's back, and then, amidst the horse's reluctant struggles, rode it away.

The remaining figures enthusiastically raised their hands, singing and playing instruments to cheer for their departure.

After the three left, a unique party began in the wilderness.

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In Silver City, a party was also being held, a welcome party for Mr. A.

Derrick sat aside, glancing at Mr. A, who was surrounded by residents of Silver City, continuously answering questions about the outside world. He then looked at Elder Lovia, who was highly vigilant of Mr. A.

The vigilance and dislike in Elder Lovia's eyes were not feigned; she genuinely disliked this outsider, Mr. A.

Aren't they all followers of the True Creator? Derrick couldn't understand and remained silent.

During this time, he requested Fool's permission to communicate with Mr. Hanged Man.

The ever-reliable Mr. Hanged Man gave similar advice to Fool: observe and don't act impulsively; leave everything to the Chief.

"Will the merciful Lord grant hope to our Silver City?"

"As long as you remain devout in your faith, the Lord will surely respond to your expectations."

Mr. A replied naturally; he had answered this question dozens of times.

Every resident of Silver City who spoke to him asked similar questions.

They longed for hope and salvation, hoping one day to leave this world.

Unfortunately, he didn't know which path he took to get here; it was all guided by the Lord.

Without the Lord, he didn't know which direction to take.

At the end of the party, as Mr. A passed by Elder Lovia, he heard her whisper, "Don't let your filthy faith influence Silver City!"

"A faithless believer has no right to preach to me," Mr. A calmly replied.

He was sure Elder Lovia had once prayed to the Lord, but her heart was not with the Lord; it remained in Silver City.

In this dark, lightless world, an eagle flew from afar, landing on a statue in the central square of Silver City.

Its eyes gazed down at the city, still untouched by darkness, with great interest.

It had been here before and met a follower of the Fool.

Now, another outsider had arrived. This was indeed a good place.

Should it destroy it?

Or let it be?

The eagle tilted its head, pondering, then looked at the intermittent lightning in the sky.

It suddenly had an idea: it would bet on whether the number of lightning flashes in ten breaths would be odd or even.

If the final count was odd, it would destroy this city that should have long disappeared. If even, it would leave it alone.

Raising its head, it began counting. Ten breaths passed quickly, and it got the result it wanted: one hundred and twenty-four, an even number.

What luck.

Regretfully, it withdrew its gaze, considering whether to count again, this time for a longer period, betting on one hundred breaths.

But it didn't, as its attention was drawn elsewhere.

It saw the outsider, with the conspicuous and detestable aura of a True Creator's follower.

This darkened its previously good mood; it hated the True Creator and didn't want to acknowledge its existence.

Should it kill him directly?

Or play a game first?

The eagle's eyes showed human-like contemplation, then it looked up at the sky.

This time, it could count to one hundred breaths.

Lightning flashed, the bright thunderbolts one of the few vivid colors in this world.

One hundred breaths ended, and again it was even.

This led it to conclude that lightning always appeared in pairs.

In a good mood, it looked at Mr. A, who was deep in thought in his room. Just by looking, the dust in the air, the occasional flying grass clippings, the ants crawling on the window, and the mice foraging seemed to come to life.

"What a terrifying feeling!"

Mr. A, still pondering his next move, suddenly felt a spiritual warning. He stood up, shivering, almost tripping over the chair.

He cautiously scanned the empty surroundings, inexplicably feeling countless eyes watching him.

A sudden chill of fear surged within him.

At that moment, large black rats emerged from every corner of the room. Normally fearful of humans, they now stood on their hind legs, their scarlet eyes staring down at him.

Not just rats, but spiders, snakes, wriggling larvae, and moths appeared, fearlessly staring at him with scrutinizing eyes.

Mr. A's skin prickled with goosebumps, small lumps forming on his arms, splitting open to reveal red eyes the size of fingernails, watching the scrutinizing gazes from all directions with fear and vigilance.

Finding it amusing, the small animals watching Mr. A all smiled.

Mr. A hesitated for a second, then transformed into a pool of black water, rushing toward the window to escape.

To his surprise, the strange rats, spiders, and moths in the room didn't chase him.

But before he could relax, eyes grew around him, surrounding him with mocking gazes.

He was like prey caught in a trap, with no escape.

Mr. A knew a formidable enemy had arrived.

In his room, Derrick, about to rest, was suddenly awakened by the Fool's voice.

"Amon has arrived."

The words were like a spell, scaring Derrick awake, his face instantly pale.