strokinit Chapter 185 Illusions and Daydreams
Chapter 185 Illusions and Daydreams
Chapter 185 Illusions and Daydreams
In the dazzling sunlight, Cyril, forced to close his eyes, felt his body being thrown away by an invisible force.
After a brief period of weightlessness, he landed face down on the living room floor.
"Holy crap... I feel like I've been kicked in the back."
"So, are you going to go and apologize to that paranoid person?"
The sudden voice made Sirion, rubbing his backside, stand up from the floor and pause. He stiffly looked up and saw Amon sitting leisurely on the sofa, playing with a leather wallet in his hand.
A bead of cold sweat rolled down Cyril's back. Adam was no longer by his side, but he still hadn't shaken off Amon.
Asia.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything more.
His voice has been stolen!
On the sofa, Amon casually tossed his wallet out, from which fell tiny insects, each about the size of a thumb, with alternating transparent and opaque bodies and twelve segments, which transformed into light and shadow and merged into his body.
As the Time Worms merged in, a sense of oppression gradually emanated from Amon on the sofa, making the air thick and his spirituality slump.
Having witnessed this, Cyril decisively abandoned his plan to give it his all; he knew he couldn't defeat Amon.
...If I had known, I should have attacked with all my might the moment I saw it; perhaps I could have dealt a serious blow.
Wait, why didn't I have any intention to attack back then?
Amon stood up from the sofa, looked down at him, and smiled:
"I've stolen your thoughts, and I'm also giving you some fear in return."
He paused for a moment, then threw the wallet that had just fallen out of the Time Worm toward Sirion.
The latter instinctively dodged to the side, and at the same time, he finally saw the style of the wallet clearly and recognized it.
This was the "Jacob's Wallet" that Amon had given him before. After using it a few times, he forgot all about this magical item. If Amon hadn't thrown it in front of him, he wouldn't have remembered that he even had such a thing.
...This is not normal. Has it stolen its sense of existence, or is it a psychological suggestion that Adam planted in me?
As his thoughts drifted, he heard Amon's slightly smug chuckle:
"Hey, that paranoid guy thinks I tampered with this wallet, but he's worried that after he gets rid of it, I'll send him a second or third one, so he chose to put a seal on this wallet and leave you with a psychological suggestion so that you gradually ignore it until you realize it exists."
"But I know too much about it, so I didn't do anything to it, as long as the things can stay with you."
Cyril: (°, °)
Just take my word for it...
He paused, then opened his mouth again, and this time made a sound:
"How did you hide those Time Worms?"
Amon shook his head slightly and said, "Hide? No, but hiding it won't fool that paranoid maniac."
"The real purpose of this wallet is to steal the Time Worms from those clones that are not in Backlund. This allows me to quickly replenish my strength when I am weak, and it is discreet enough that it will not be discovered or destroyed."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then asked:
"Then why are you telling me all this? Are you just stalling for time?"
"Why don't you just look around and see?"
Amon's joking reply gave Cyril a bad feeling. He quickly looked up and around, but found nothing unusual.
"Um?"
As he wondered what was happening, his pockets suddenly opened by themselves, and folded sheets of drawing paper flew out and unfolded in mid-air.
In all the portraits, the right eye area either has a perfectly sized monocle or an extra eye circle.
Cyril's eyes widened: "When?"
Amon curled the corners of his lips: "Of course, it's when I'm talking to you."
"An interesting ability, is this how it's used?"
He paused, looked at the paintings unfolding in mid-air, and snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
Under Cyril's horrified gaze, one by one, the portraits of people wearing monocles or with extra circles under their eyes stepped out of the paintings and into reality.
His extraordinary abilities have been stolen!
The next second, the terrifying giant, wielding a straight sword and surrounded by flames, half-turned around and swung the sword at Sirion.
call!
With a slicing sound, Cyril's body was split in two, but not a drop of blood was spilled. Instead, the blood quickly faded until it disappeared.
Along with him disappeared the portraits that Amon had summoned from the scroll, as well as the scroll itself.
Amon's face suddenly darkened as he sat in front of the sofa.
"A product of mere fantasy, when?"
As he spoke, the phantom of an ancient, mottled, and enormous stone bell appeared above his head.
The dial of the wall clock is divided into twelve unequal sections by alternating shades of gray and black, each section containing a different symbol representing a different time.
At the heart of the wall clock, three hands, seemingly formed by insects of time—one long, one short, and one medium—exude a sense of antiquity.
pat!
The longest pointer suddenly turned counterclockwise by one notch, and an invisible torrent surged forth, sweeping across the entire room.
Inside the room, dappled light and shadow began to flow backward, forming a continuously reversed scroll painting, until at a certain moment, the reversed scroll painting suddenly stopped.
Amon, who had been staring intently at the painting, reached up and adjusted his monocle on his right eye.
"It turned out to be fake from the beginning. Through the fantasy of another dimension and the whimsy of the mind, the extremely clever connection and a little bit of coincidence just happened to deceive my eyes."
"The god of deception has actually been deceived. This is getting more and more interesting."
As he muttered to himself, Amon took a step forward and his figure vanished without a trace.
The world in the mirror is a dark, illusory, and unreal road.
Cyril rolled a piece of drawing paper into a stick shape and kept throwing it around like a divination wand, searching for the safest and fastest way to the Church of the True God.
As a collection of "doors", the mirror world contains mirrors that connect almost every place in the world, as long as there are things in that area that can reflect light and form a mirror surface.
The ossuary, with its stained glass windows, is naturally included, but due to the nature of the ossuary, the corresponding mirror world is usually sealed off.
The moment Adam threw him out of the Church of Bones, he sensed a "door" corresponding to the mirror world, and then directly transferred himself to the mirror world by "opening the door".
He never spoke to Adam about this matter from beginning to end, but the moment he opened the door, he saw another version of himself appear out of nowhere.
He then entered the mirror world, but Amon's clone did not catch up immediately.
"I hope that the 'imaginary' version of me created by Adam can last a little longer."
As he murmured, he suddenly stopped walking, and his eyes sparkled with a dazzling array of starlight.
He sensed his own portrait; he "saw" Amon standing before the portrait.
Through Amon's eyes, he saw "himself" in the portrait wearing a monocle, and heard "his own" voice:
"I've found you again."
∑(°△°II1)}
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and instantly, crimson flames engulfed his field of vision.
He remotely manipulated the portrait to destroy itself through a connection with it.
After doing all this, he didn't hesitate at all. He randomly picked a direction and pushed hard into the air.
The deep blue light rippled outwards like waves, constantly intertwining, and condensed into an illusory door in the air.
Cyril stepped through the illusory gate and instantly found himself in another mirror world. He repeated this process until he arrived in a somewhat familiar mirror world and saw the palm-sized, pure white statue of the "Primordial Witch".
Cyril: (;)
"I ran around in the mirror world for so long, only to end up back home?"
"What kind of luck is this?"
"Wait, luck...maybe...."
After a brief moment of contemplation, he began to recite the honorific name of "The Fool":
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"I pray to you, I pray to fate..."
After praying, he stood there and waited for a while, but received no response.
So he decided to leave this mirror world and get away from his home so that he wouldn't be homeless should a fierce battle break out.
As soon as he lifted his foot, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and he saw the wooden floor and the sloping roof, as well as Amon sitting on the windowsill of the attic.