yasinovel Chapter 182 Amon's Goal
Chapter 182 Amon's Goal
Chapter 182 Amon's Goal
Huh? Why are you looking at me?
Ammon and I, well, no, I should say, what is our relationship with "The Fool"?
Klein, the "Fool" at the head of the long, weathered table, noticed Cyril's gaze coming from behind and felt a sudden chill for no reason.
After hesitating for a moment, he manipulated "The World" to look at "The Sun" Derrick and asked:
"Did your exploration team from Silver City encounter Amon, or someone claiming to be Amon, in the darkness?"
"Hmm." Derrick nodded, then recounted his conversation with the inmate next door at the bottom of the round tower, adding at the end:
"This happened forty-two years ago. The extraordinary person imprisoned next to me was the sole survivor of that exploration team back then, and he has been imprisoned at the bottom of the round tower ever since."
"However, based on my previous interactions with him, he didn't seem unusual at all."
"The biggest anomaly is the absence of any anomaly," Sirion retorted simply and directly.
That's what I wanted to say too... In a flash, Klein manipulated the alt "The World" to add:
"A normal person who has been locked up in a small, dark room for so long would definitely be on the verge of a mental breakdown, even if they don't go crazy."
"The fact that there is nothing unusual about it, and that I can communicate with you normally, is the biggest abnormality."
"That's right," Audrey, the "Justice," chimed in.
"Being in a small, dark environment for a long time will amplify negative emotions in a person's heart, making them anxious, irritable, and uneasy. It is impossible for them to be as normal as the extraordinary person next door."
Derrick opened his mouth, then said with difficulty, "So, he's actually gone mad?"
"He shouldn't be crazy," Sirion replied.
"..Um?"
"what?"
Why?
On either side of the long table, the members of the Tarot Club showed varying degrees of surprise, all looking at Sirion, waiting for his further explanation.
Cyril leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the edge of the table, his hands clasped together to support his chin, and said slowly and calmly, enunciating each word clearly, "Anyone who survives encountering Amon has most likely become Amon."
After he finished speaking, a deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
After a long while, Derrick, who felt a chill run down his spine, finally came to his senses and stammered, "..."
"...Become...Amon?"
"Yes." Cyril nodded, and seeing that no one interrupted, he continued:
"To be precise, it's called 'parasitism.' Amon can separate 'Time Worms' from himself and parasitize extraordinary beings, ordinary people, animals, inanimate objects, and even microorganisms in the air."
"Anything that is parasitized will become its clone."
"The fact that your cellmate next door can maintain a good mental state after being imprisoned for forty-two years only shows that he has long since become like Ammon."
Another silence fell, until Klein broke it by manipulating the alternate account "The World":
"Amon should be able to leave the bottom of the round tower, even if it's just a clone, or even silently parasitize everyone in Silver City."
"Why would he allow himself, well, his alter ego, to be imprisoned for forty-two years?"
Cyril turned to look at "The Sun" Derrick and said in a deep voice:
"Perhaps it's because they still maintain their original beliefs."
"As for having his clone imprisoned for forty-two years, mythical beings have a different concept of time than we do. For Amon,..."
This is just the wait before the game starts.
"And now, the target he's been waiting for has appeared."
As he finished speaking his last words, Alger, the "Hanged Man" who had been able to maintain a calm facade, could no longer remain composed; his thoughts were in turmoil.
The target of waiting... is it the 'sun'? No, that's not enough. What Amon is waiting for is Mr. 'Fool'!
As a member of the Tarot Club, "The Sun," who bears the aura of "The Fool," is undoubtedly Amon's target at this stage.
Thinking of this, he could no longer control his expression and turned to look at the figure at the head of the mottled long table.
Seeing that Mr. Fool did not respond to Amon's topic, he hesitated for a moment about whether to speak up and remind him.
Perhaps Mr. Fool had already seen it all along, knew it all along, but simply didn't care.
But just because Mr. Fool doesn't care doesn't mean we shouldn't care. This is precisely an opportunity to express ourselves and clarify our stance and attitude.
Amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, he looked at the figure of the "Fool" and spoke:
"Mr. Fool, I also know some information about Amon."
Klein, the "Fool," who had been observing everyone's reactions, had noticed Alger's unusual emotional change earlier. Seeing that Alger had spoken first, he immediately nodded and said:
"Share it if you think it's necessary."
"I understand." Alger, the "Hanged Man," nodded solemnly, glanced around, and then said:
"In the Fourth Age, during the time of the Four Emperors, there was a family called Amun, who belonged to the Tudor dynasty, and were associated with Abraham and Antigonus."
Jacob and Tamara were ranked alongside each other as one of the five great houses, second only to the Blood Emperor.
"The history left by the Ammon family is very limited, and it seems to have been distorted and covered up by some force."
He paused abruptly, turned to look at Sirion, and said, half guessing and half questioning:
"Based on the information Mr. 'Destiny' just shared, perhaps the Amon family consisted of only Amon himself, or a few others, from beginning to end, which is why so little of their history has been preserved."
Before Sirion could respond, he continued speaking to himself:
"A rumor once circulated from Nast, the 'King of the Five Seas,' that the Amon family is a blasphemous family, and that Amon possesses the secret to stealing divine power!"
"That Amon from Silver City might be after 'The Sun,' or more precisely, he wants to use 'The Sun' to steal your power, 'The Fool.'"
After listening quietly, "Magician" Fors subconsciously retorted:
"But it's been forty-two years since that member of the exploration team was parasitized by Amon."
"Mr. Sun wasn't even born yet back then, so how could Amon have made him his target?"
Alger, the "Hanged Man," chuckled coldly and said leisurely, "In the mystical world, foreseeing the future is not impossible, especially for those of high sequence."
"Perhaps Amon can't predict the future as dramatically as he could, but it's not impossible to have a spiritual, intuitive premonition about the future at certain times, in certain places, and under certain specific conditions."
"Perhaps Amon simply had a premonition at some point that someone who could help him would appear in Silver City in the future, so he left behind a clone."
"The person Amon is waiting for could be anyone, but right now it just happens to be the 'Sun' who has made a connection with Mr. 'Fool'."
"I understand." Fors, the "magician," nodded meekly, while inwardly sighing repeatedly:
...The dangers of the mysterious world are truly everywhere, even arranged before birth.
While she was lamenting the dangers of the mysterious world, "The Sun" Derrick was already restless because of "The Hanged Man's" words. Compared to the other members who could still express their feelings, he, as the person involved, was clearly more terrified.
"Mr. Fool..."
Don't panic, because even I, the "fool," can't help you.
Klein looked at Derrick, the "Sun," who was now gripped by fear, unease, and self-blame. While inwardly criticizing him, he lightly tapped the edge of the table in front of him with his finger and said:
"Don't worry about it, just continue as usual."
Derrick took a deep breath, then nodded heavily: "...Okay."
...Don't worry about it...: Mr. Fool has indeed noticed Amon and has a solution!
As Alger, the "Hanged Man," was lost in thought, he silently lowered his head a little further.
Across the mottled long table, "Justice" Audrey and "Magician" Fors had the same thought and couldn't help but glance out of the corner of their eyes at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the head of the table.
Cyril was also looking at the "Fool" at the head of the table, and he could even feel that the "Fool" Klein was looking at him as well. The two were staring at each other in silence.
...Pfft, no wonder he's a top-tier charlatan, even his shirking of responsibility can look so refined and elegant.
With the heavy topic of Amon brought to a close, the Tarot reading fell into a brief silence.
The silence was broken when "The Magician" Fors spoke up, raising the first request of the day's tarot session:
"Everyone, does anyone have any clues about deep-sea marlin blood?"
Sitting across from her, Cyril lazily raised her hand: "I've been in contact with the Abraham family recently, I can ask them for you."
Fors' eyes lit up for a moment, then he nodded politely:
"OK, thanks."