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Zatwin's expression instantly froze; his spiritual intuition screamed wildly, as if something bad had already happened.
Hoo~ Taking a deep breath, he looked around with a solemn expression for a while, but found nothing, only the silver-white liquid on the floor slowly flowing, gradually gathering into a closed circle.
"Something's wrong. Something dangerous seems to have happened, but everything here shows no abnormality, except for…"
He muttered to himself, lowering his eyes to look at the circle formed by the silver-white liquid on the ground—this was the only anomaly in the room.
He took a step back, his figure suddenly becoming transparent and ethereal, like a True vengeful spirit.
He didn't sense any mirrors he could attach to nearby, so he planned to enter the Spirit World and leave this place by wandering through it.
His transparent and ethereal figure rapidly thinned, and just as he was about to disappear, he seemed to trigger something; the scene in the room suddenly blurred for an instant. When everything became clear again, he was back in his original position, back to the second before he left the Mirror World.
Damn it, the scattered blood I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a Clairvoyant; divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this the specialty of a God's Chosen? He was only a newly promoted Sequence 4 when he fought Mahmosi last time.
As soon as the thought flickered, the dimly lit Mirror World around him suddenly brightened. Scarlet moonlight illuminated the surroundings, making the originally ethereal and unreal scene clear and transparent again.
Zatwin stopped in surprise and suspicion. He looked around cautiously, trying to find the presence secretly exerting influence.
The next moment, he suddenly turned around and looked at the stained-glass window behind him. There was nothing there, only a puddle of silver-white liquid on the ground, which just outlined a closed circle.
Why didn't the glass window break? No, why do I feel like the glass window should break at this moment? And how did I escape the Mirror World and appear here?
Zatwin ignored the wound still wriggling and healing on his chest and tried to establish contact with certain things. His spiritual intuition had been warning him, as if he had fallen into some bizarre situation.
"You seem to be in a hurry. Why don't you tell me? Perhaps I can help you." A voice, as if deliberately lowered, sounded behind him without any incongruity.
Zatwin felt his heart, which had only half recovered, instantly thump violently twice. The pain of tearing flesh brought his thoughts back, and he turned around in surprise to look behind him, at where the voice had come from.
He saw a crow with glossy black feathers and a circle of white eyeshadow around its right eye. It had appeared in the room at some unknown time and was standing on the wooden chair against the wall.
His vision blurred for a moment, and the crow suddenly transformed into a figure wearing a black classical robe and a matching pointed soft hat. With black curly hair and black eyes, he sat leisurely on the wooden chair, toying with a monocle that looked like it was ground from crystal.
"Amon!" Zatwin only paused for a moment before quickly recognizing the other party. As he exclaimed in surprise, he couldn't help but take half a step back.
"Heh, I didn't expect someone from the Rose School of Thought to know me. It seems my reputation is quite high."
Amon tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing an insincere smile. He twirled the monocle by its edge, then placed it over his right eye.
Ignoring Zatwin's gaze, which was full of suspicion and wariness, he chuckled and said:
"I happened to be passing by and was attracted by the unusual fluctuations of fate here. I didn't expect to see such a magnificent drama."
"A chaotic battlefield, even those so-called True Gods and the guys from the Cosmos have gotten involved. It's a pity the Crimson Moon's light is too bright, plus some guys are deliberately concealing things, otherwise, we could have seen the True colors of the stars tonight."
"I haven't seen such a magnificent drama in a long time, so I couldn't help but want to participate too, after all, even my paranoid elder brother secretly joined this carnival!"
"...What?" Zatwin looked at Amon in astonishment. As he stepped back, his figure suddenly became ethereal and transparent.
With his movement, the scene in the room instantly shattered, rewinding as if time were flowing backward.
Damn it, the scattered blood I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a Clairvoyant; divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this the specialty of a God's Chosen? He was only a newly promoted Sequence 4 when he fought Mahmosi last time.
Zatwin only felt his mind waver for a moment. The dimly lit Mirror World around him suddenly brightened. Scarlet moonlight illuminated the surroundings, making the originally ethereal and unreal scene clear and transparent again.
Amon leaned back on the wooden chair by the wall, raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at Zatwin, who had reappeared, and spoke leisurely:
"Why are you in such a hurry? I hadn't even finished speaking before you triggered the reset. I have no habit of repeating what I've already said."
As he spoke, he took a black glove with his right hand and put it on his left hand.
Zatwin hadn't even had time to digest Amon's sudden appearance and his words when he saw the black glove he was putting on his left hand.
He instinctively looked down at his own left hand; it was empty. The glove that should have been on his hand had disappeared.
"When… when?" Zatwin's pupils dilated slightly, his voice filled with disbelief and astonishment.
Amon chuckled and looked up at him, saying:
"Just now, when I was speaking, you were listening too intently, and you accidentally triggered the special property here, entering a loop. I had to temporarily put away this glove for you."
The black glove was worn on Amon's left hand. He casually clenched his fist, and the glove, which was originally tight against his skin, instantly emitted faint gray-white specks of light. These specks of light continuously moved around Amon's palm, outlining Worms of Time with twelve transparent segments.
The transparent and ethereal Worms of Time distorted and wriggled freely in mid-air, then slowly merged into Amon's body, which instantly solidified Amon's aura considerably.
Zatwin's expression was momentarily stunned as he felt the change in Amon's aura, and his deeply sunken eyes were filled with anger.
"Hmph!"
He slightly opened his mouth, and his throat wriggled, emitting a cold snort that could pierce eardrums and harm spiritual bodies.
As soon as the sound left his mouth, it abruptly disappeared.
"Quiet down. Why do you Mutant always like to yell and scream at the slightest provocation? Does only screaming give you a sense of security?"
Amon frowned slightly, his tone a bit impatient, as if he had encountered a child who kept hitting high notes next to his ear.
Zatwin's face was cold, with an unconcealed malice flowing in his eyes, giving a sense of gradually becoming deranged in silence.
His gaze was fixed on Amon in front of him, as if once he confirmed the other party's True nature, he would rush forward and deliver a fatal blow.
"The thoughts in your mind are mixed with a stench, as foul as the smell of the Abyss. Have you, perhaps, already been marinated by the Mother Tree of Desire? Did you have a child for her?"
"Heh, besides dismembering, do you have no other methods of torture?"
Amon sat leisurely on the wooden chair, a faint smile on his lips, his voice gentle, his tone calm, yet always able to stir emotions in people's hearts.
"..." Zatwin's somewhat cracked lips parted, his expression looking somewhat ferocious, as if he were letting out a silent shriek. Intense cursing power surged out around him as he opened his mouth.
Amon's figure instantly distorted. A layer of greasy, viscous liquid secreted from his skin, which gradually turned dark green, and his body continuously distorted and retracted, deforming into the shape of a frog.
As his figure changed, Amon "lost" most of his characteristics and Beyonder abilities; he became a True frog.
Zatwin watched this scene and slowly curled his lips. He knew he was right; the Amon here was just a Sequence 4 level clone.
He stuck out his dark red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, the malice flowing in his eyes becoming even more apparent, as if he had already thought about how to deal with this frog.
Zatwin looked down at the somewhat bewildered frog lying on the ground, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said playfully:
"Croak~"
"Croak? Croak!"
Hmm? What's going on? Why am I making frog noises?
Zatwin discovered with horror that everything around him had magnified several times, and even the colors had become paler… No, it wasn't that the surrounding objects had magnified, but that his body had shrunk!
Anxious thoughts flooded Zatwin's mind one after another. He vaguely had some understanding, but he couldn't believe it.
"...How interesting!"
Amon half-crouched, chuckling as he looked down at the frog with only half a heart at his feet, and muttered to himself:
"This ability to exchange fates is very interesting, don't you think?"
"I almost forgot, strong-willed Mutant can still survive without a heart, but ordinary frogs don't have that ability."
Amon continued speaking to himself. On the floor by his feet, a frog with dry, cracked skin and half its heart missing lay motionless, its legs stretched out straight, revealing a pale yellow-white belly.
This frog's eyes were somewhat sunken, staring fixedly at the ceiling, as if glaring at someone who had been in front of it earlier.
Specks of gray-white light began to precipitate from the frog's corpse, gradually speeding up. In just a moment, the constantly floating light specks engulfed the entire room, then began to slowly flow and converge, forming an inwardly collapsing vortex.
Those precipitated characteristics re-merged into the frog's corpse on the ground, and a faint white light illuminated the surroundings.
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