Chapter 50: Invincible Under the Heavens
"Interesting."
A figure wearing a classic black robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color held a copy of the Tingen Daily News, commenting with great interest.
The front-page headline of the newspaper read: "Citizens' Anti-Fraud Mutual Aid Foundation Established; Tingen City Ushers in a New Chapter of Safety."
The figure had slightly curly black hair, and a crystal Monocle rested on his thin cheeks. His black eyes were deep, as if they could pierce through all the falsehoods in the world.
He was the King of Angels of the "Error" Pathway, the living manifestation of the Uniqueness of "Error" itself.
He was Amon.
As the King of Angels of the "Error" Pathway, he represented an absolute taboo in the Beyonder world.
He was the God of Mischief, the incarnation of Lies, and the Thief of Time.
At this moment, he was reading a newspaper from Tingen, a remote small city in the Kingdom of Loen, with great interest.
Below the headline, the foundation's mission was detailed: helping citizens in distress, popularizing financial knowledge, raising awareness of fraud prevention, and organizing risk mutual aid.
Amon pinched the crystal Monocle on the bridge of his nose, an inscrutable smile appearing on his thin face.
Fraud.
When it came to this word, he was an absolute expert, a grandmaster-level existence.
The Marauder Pathway had been full of talent since ancient times, with swindlers emerging one after another, and he was the peak of this Pathway—the Uniqueness itself, the King of Angels—Amon.
Therefore, paying attention to this tiny foundation seemed [quite reasonable, right?]
Now, someone was actually carrying out "anti-fraud" propaganda so blatantly in his professional field.
This was like showing off one's sword skills in front of Guan Yu or wielding an axe before Lu Ban.
A sense of being offended, yet finding it novel and amusing, quietly rose within Amon's heart.
He was already a high-level existence and had long since disdained the petty scams of the low Sequences. However, the organizational form of this "Mutual Aid Foundation" allowed him to sniff out a hint of something unusual.
"Mutual Aid Foundation?"
He muttered the term softly, as fragments of memories buried in the long river of history quietly surfaced.
This form of organization reminded him of some ancient stories.
Interesting, truly interesting.
His gaze pierced through endless space and landed on that small city named "Tingen."
"Let me see what exactly is hidden behind this play."
Amon pointed casually, and the hands of time seemed to be flicked.
The body of a Beyonder who was currently performing a divination suddenly stiffened, the light in their eyes instantly replaced by a look of indifference.
Amon had stolen the vision and abilities of this poor soul.
He began to peer into the fate of Tingen City.
However, within the mist that foretold the future, an ominous black aura surged, so thick it was almost impossible to disperse.
An omen of a great catastrophe.
"Not a professional after all."
Amon snorted softly and withdrew the stolen ability.
He didn't take such a vague omen to heart.
After all, he had only casually borrowed a Beyonder's ability; being able to see this much was already considered decent.
Moreover, in this Fifth Epoch where the gods no longer easily descended into the mortal world, he, Amon, was a walking bug, a loophole in the rules, an invincible existence.
Yes, invincible.
Adam and Amon, these two Kings of Angels, were the highest combat powers that the mundane world could reach in this era.
One was the "Author" who controlled the "Spectator" Pathway and could arrange everything.
The other was a bug who controlled the "Marauder" and "Error" Pathways, capable of stealing and correcting everything.
Although his elder brother Adam always had some terrifyingly paranoid ideas, "the eldest brother is like a father"; Adam wouldn't strike his dear younger brother for no reason, right?
Probably... not?
So, rounding it up, he, Amon, was already invincible under the heavens!
Since he was invincible, what was there to fear?
Wouldn't it be wonderful to go and see the fun?
With this relaxed and leisurely mood, Amon carelessly "stole" an avatar from himself, a Sequence 6 "Prometheus" avatar.
He flicked his finger lightly, and the avatar, who looked exactly like him and wore a Monocle, bowed politely. It then turned into an invisible shadow, quietly merging into the Spirit World and traveling toward Tingen City.
A Sequence 6 avatar was enough to handle any unexpected situation and check out what that "Anti-Fraud Foundation" was all about... Meanwhile, in a place unknown.
A figure stood quietly.
He wore an extremely simple white robe, and a pale gold beard covered the lower half of his face, revealing eyes that were clear and simple, like those of an innocent child.
His expression was warm and restrained, like an ordinary village priest.
This was exactly the other King of Angels, Adam.
He had just written something in the void before him. As the final stroke fell, the entire world seemed to become more "real" and "reasonable."
After finishing this, he looked up, his pale pupils gazing into the distance, seemingly piercing through the barriers of endless space and time to land on a newspaper and that figure wearing a Monocle.
Adam sighed almost imperceptibly.
He was also a King of Angels.
He should also be invincible under the heavens.