Chapter 196;You don’t kill me because you don’t want to?

Alice carefully considered Amon's proposal before asking, "If that's the case, why don't I convince you to do something more interesting?"

"Such as?" Amon looked at her curiously. "Adding hot sauce to ice cream?"

Alice nodded seriously.

Amon asked in confusion, "So what's the point of that for you?"

"It's fun," Alice gave the same answer as before.

Amon pondered for two seconds, then suddenly smiled and said in a tone used to trick children, "So, you really won't consider letting me help you kill Him?"

Alice shook her head and said while pursing her lips:

"But even if we killed one Will Auceptin, there would still be Ulysses...

"And if both of them died, I'd probably end up swallowing the Sequence 1 characteristics and uniqueness for some inexplicable reason...

"Comparatively, isn't the current infant-like Will Auceptin, who won't act against me unless absolutely necessary, more controllable?"

Amon asked in surprise, "You actually have a reason?"

Alice suspiciously fell silent for a moment, then replied, "No, I just thought of that reason now."

"..." Amon looked at Alice, utterly speechless.

"So, can you..." Alice looked at Amon with anticipation.

Amon mused:

"I could, but...

"I'm so bored in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Find me some entertainment?"

Alice was taken aback and reflexively asked, "What if I can't find any?"

Amon smiled carelessly, "Then you can be my entertainment."

"...Huh?" Alice's mouth opened slightly.

Amon looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Taking you back to the Forsaken Land of the Gods doesn't seem dangerous..."

"..." Alice wanted to speak but hesitated, mainly because... she had actually felt tempted for a moment, after all, she was very curious about what the Forsaken Land of the Gods looked like...

Alice asked with rare caution, "If I go to the Forsaken Land of the Gods, is there a chance I can come back?"

"I don't think you should ask that question," Amon analyzed seriously. "You should ask me if you'll be wearing a monocle when you return."

After thinking for a few seconds, Alice reached up to adjust the monocle on her right eye and replied with a straight face, "But I'm already wearing one."

Amon couldn't help but laugh, looking at Alice and saying:

"You're right.

"So... want to come play in the Forsaken Land of the Gods?"

Alice unconsciously followed Amon's voice in her thoughts, inexplicably developing a strong interest in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. She leaned forward instinctively, revealing a longing expression, and responded without thinking:

"Okay... Ouch!"

Alice looked down and saw that her hand had somehow ended up on the edge of the coffee table, getting pricked by a splinter.

It wasn't enough to cause injury, but the pain successfully snapped her back to reality. She suddenly realized something was wrong and leaned back, eyeing Amon warily.

However, Amon smiled without any guilt:

"Honestly, I've never seen such a useless True God.

"You can't really be the True God of the 'Fate' pathway, can you? Even setting aside uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics, Fate is treating you like trash."

Amon's words didn't anger Alice at all. She had a clear understanding of her own level. However, she felt there was one thing she needed to clarify to Amon:

"I'm at least one of the candidates...

"Besides, I think even counting the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness, Fate is still treating me like trash.

"I have a feeling Fate would love to pour the potion directly down my throat to get me to Sequence 1..."

Amon fell into deep thought. After a while, He asked, "Then why aren't you Sequence 1 yet?"

Alice pouted and said, "Would I still be human after drinking it?"

"What's so good about being human?" Amon raised an eyebrow. "Besides, you're not human to begin with."

"...I am human." Alice's gaze suddenly turned cold, her voice seeming to carry ice shards.

Amon paid no attention to Alice's expression and asked with a smirk, "Do you even believe that yourself?"

Alice took a deep breath, looked at Amon, and cursed through gritted teeth, "Dead crow!"

"...?" Amon's smile faded as he stared intently at Alice.

Alice glared back defiantly. After a while, Amon looked away and asked in a calm voice, "Where did you learn that nickname?"

"From that book," Alice answered without hesitation.

Amon suddenly recalled some unpleasant memories. After a moment of silence, He couldn't help but ask:

"In that book, when and under what circumstances did I... carry that Fool's child?"

"I don't know," Alice shook her head. "I didn't read that part. I only read about how you gave birth to 108 children."

Amon drew in a sharp breath, staring at Alice and saying:

"Enough.

"Don't mention this again."

Alice looked at Amon's expression, pondered for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "...You actually believed that?"

Amon looked at Alice with a strange expression and said, "The book you described... is extremely absurd in some parts, yet very real in others..."

Alice, having forgotten the pain of her recent lesson, lowered her head to think for a while, then looked up again and asked, "So, can you really give birth to..."

Under Amon's increasingly cold gaze, Alice's voice gradually diminished until she finally closed her mouth.

Amon clicked His tongue lightly, either in disdain at Alice's timidity or for some other reason, and carelessly looked away.

Then, Alice demonstrated to the Angel of Time her courage through action. At this moment, she nodded thoughtfully again and analyzed seriously:

"Logically speaking, if it were false, you wouldn't be so angry or care so much about it.

"Since your reaction is so intense, it seems this matter at least has the prerequisite conditions to be true. In other words, you really can give birth to 108 in one pregnancy..."

Amon looked at Alice, unable to comprehend, and asked with complex emotions, "What benefit do you get from angering me like this?"

Alice tilted her head slightly and smiled, saying:

"There are just some things I've never been able to figure out.

"Lord Angel of Time, why haven't you tried to take over my body or my identity all this time? And why did you give up after just one attempt to steal my fate?

"And why... you see, calling out the true name of the Lord of Storms would result in being struck dead by lightning. Given that treatment, I think I've done enough in front of you to warrant being killed countless times.

"Lord Angel of Time, is it because you don't want to do these things?"