Chapter 173 Amon Amon

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"Put the "Kingdom Geography Atlas" in the physical geography area on the third floor... "Roselle's Selected Poems" 13457, 2 and 6 have all been borrowed, and 2 will expire in three days..."

""Roselle's Fairy Tales"...doesn't have a pea vine? I remember this, His Daughter used it in Backlund."

“How many ‘fairy tales’ are actually things that actually happened?”

"Chronicle of the Development of Trier? This is the version from twelve years ago. The official new version of Intis will not enter the library for another year and a half. It must be kept and placed in the historical documents area on the fourth floor... There have been an unexpected number of people borrowing history and geography books recently. Is it because of the Loen Kingdom Government Employee Examination Act? The exam is about to take place in four months, and the literature and history category has the most students."

Amon pushed a cart filled with books and strolled leisurely in the huge library. His eyes swept across the large bookshelf several meters high, and he could clearly see the number on the spine of each book, and accurately removed the misplaced books.

He was wearing a librarian's uniform, a goose-yellow scarf at the collar, and a metal city logo on his chest.

This logo is exquisitely made and sparkling. He likes it very much and is even willing to use it as his current jewelry.

The lunchtime staff meal includes a green salad, fresh juice and Eastchester-style chicken pot pie.

The city is located in the north, inland and far from the sea, so smoked fish, grilled fish and various seafood products are slightly more expensive. Influenced by food from neighboring countries, the city focuses on sweet and spicy flavors, and grilled chicken and various meats are quite delicious.

Amon likes a bakery outside the city library very much. The specialty there is butter bread, but the roast chicken sold is his favorite flavor. Before he obtained his current status, he ate it almost every day.

Now...not now. Once he became "Amon", he no longer had any hobbies other than professional needs. The bartender Amon needs to be able to drink, but the librarian does not need to like to eat grilled chicken from a certain restaurant. Work meals are enough.

Hobbies belong to the noumenon, and the power to characterize things also belongs to the noumenon. All rights belong to the noumenon.

After putting the cart of books back in place, he took out his pocket watch and confirmed the time: 11:15 a.m., a quarter of an hour before getting off work for lunch, and two hours and a quarter of an hour before going to work in the afternoon. The book sorting in the morning came to an end, and it was time to change shifts in the afternoon.

To change the shift, you just go to the book borrowing area on the first floor and sit there. Register the people who come. If the books are not returned after the due date, go to the people according to the contact information. If it is book theft, theft, or forgery of contact information, then notify the police station after the inspection... In the half month that Amon has been at work, his book stealing behavior has completely disappeared. Because as one of the oldest thieves (a few hundredths), Amon can easily see those bad intentions. After the book thief leaves with the book, he will find that what he brought back is just some used drafts, and his wallet is also missing.

Amon made some extra money this way.

This is very Amon and has nothing to do with career.

He returned to the first floor and placed the cart against the wall.

People are leaving the library one after another now, but they usually come back after lunch. The reading areas on the four floors are all packed with young people who want to become employees in the next exam, and college students who are looking up information for their papers. If you want to get a seat, you have to queue up when the museum opens at 8 o'clock in the morning. Many people will stay until it closes at 8 o'clock in the evening.

Walking to the front desk, Amon rubbed his hands and pulled up the collar of his winter work clothes.

Although there is heating in the municipal library, the door on the first floor is opened from time to time, and the indoor temperature is not high.

The shift worker was still working, so he casually found a place among the bookshelves to rest against the wall. The demigod's memory and computing power allow him to finish his work early every time, giving him enough time to fish. He rested in a secluded and warm corner and watched from a distance as humans wrote at their desks and shuttled among the many bookshelves, like a group of hard-working ants, carrying "knowledge".

He turned his head inadvertently and happened to meet his eyes reflected in the glass on the wall.

Amon saw himself smiling in the mirror.

So he closed his eyes, turned away, and then stole the few seconds of memory he had and threw it away.

Then, Amon, who was looking at the window one second, found himself facing the green plants in the corner the next second, frowned:

"Three seconds of memory gone."

"Did I see 'him' again just now?"

He rubbed his brows, took off his monocle, pinched the bridge of his nose and eye sockets, then hesitated and did not put it back on immediately.

He sat quietly for five minutes without looking at anything reflective, and then slowly recited a string of honorable names.

"Father."

Amon whispered: "He is questioning me again, maybe I am questioning myself."

His father's answers always frustrate Amon, who has shown himself to be different and special. Now he is trapped by the mirror, trapped by the "same kind" who once occupied this identity, and My father still just said meaningless words.

"You are all Amon, you have to reconcile with yourselves."

My father never seemed to realize that he was different.

He put on his glasses and looked at the mirror again. He was the only one in the mirror, but after a blink, the shadow pinched his right eye socket and gave him a mocking smile.

‘Deviant. ’

‘A defective product domesticated by an alien god. ’

The shadow began to deform, its facial features and outlines twisting like melted candles, and then settled into an Amon that seemed to be made up of many faces and many Amons. But compared to the one in front of the window, only the expression is different, and there is not much difference in other aspects.

‘What has He given you that you are willing to kill yourself? ’

Amon also pinched his eyes and replied with a smile: "You are the real defective product."

"You underestimated me, didn't know how to collect intelligence, didn't know how to use the terrain, and used stereotypes to think that I had no helpers."

"Otherwise, we have the same sequence, and I wouldn't be able to kill you so quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and stopped arguing with the phantom.

He knows better than anyone else that this is just an illusion, just like what appears in human dramas. The killed person becomes the murderer's nightmare, rebuking him in his dreams at midnight. But Amon knew that this was definitely not "guilt" or "guilt", but -

Fear.

Only the main body has the right to deal with the clone, killing or promoting it. Only the main body has the right to freely choose hobbies and goals. Only the main body can... After coming to the outside world, killing another Amon and replacing him, he was shocked to realize that the outer gods were actually using the privileges of the main body to indulge him.

But fear and excitement are twins, and now, he is used to it. He is used to these "exclusively" his own hobbies. As the phantom said, he has been tamed by this freedom and is willing to do everything for this freedom. All kinds of treacherous and unethical behavior.

He desperately wanted recognition, like that of the True Creator. At the same time, he was also afraid. If the true Creator really recognized him, then he, then he——

——Is there also the possibility of becoming an "ontology"?

Is this the future that the Outer God wants to see?

"Green? Green!"

Amon's thinking was interrupted by the shouts of his colleagues. It turned out that it was time to get off work. He immediately stood up and pretended that he was not fishing. His colleague with short blond hair smiled as usual and stretched out his hand to greet him:

"Want to go have lunch together? There's chicken pot pie that you like."

I like,, I - like, yes, I like... Amon felt relieved now when he heard such pointed words, but he suddenly wanted to do something else, so he declined his colleague Invitation to:

"I want to rest for a while before going."

"Maybe the pie will be gone?"

Amon pursed his lips and resolutely followed the other person's pace: "Let's go together."

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"The symbol of iron and fire..."

"The master of turmoil and strife...the not-so-great god of war..."

The mysterious prayer appeared in his mind. Medici raised his eyebrows, put down the letter from the hunter who was about to join him, walked to the sofa, and sat down.

"Little crow?" The not-great God of War sneered, "Your low-level provocation is like a child venting his anger!"

"If you were in front of me, would you still steal something from me?"

A certain Amon's voice appeared in his mind, as calm as if he hadn't heard anything:

"Whenever I feel you are reliable, you speak."

Medici burst out laughing. He really wanted to tease this kid who worked hard to learn provocation, but he also knew that if he kept talking, the other party would not share embarrassing things with him again. So He said:

"Yeah."

"What do you want from me? The 'conspiracy' charm is very useful, right?"

The spell that comes from angelic spirituality is certainly useful, and the cost of purchasing it is a box of East Chester County souvenirs. Since the current hunter still does not have Sequence 1, and the "God of War" and the Red Priest's unique direction is still on Medici, he can reluctantly create a specious prototype of the Kingdom of God to accept the sacrifice-since this thing can be used as If it is used by the Kingdom of God, then it is the Kingdom of God!

"Easy to use."

Medici thought that the specialty sweet and spicy sauce was very good. Amon prayed to him and he remembered it again, so he added: "This thing will be very popular in Aurora. It is already eaten with the holy fish. You Hurry up and send a few more boxes.”

Then He asked: "It works, you have succeeded, why are you still angry?"

Amon, who was lying down and resting in his single employee dormitory, turned over the mirror on the table. The self in the mirror began to smile strangely again, but he didn't say anything yet. He said to Medici:

"I may have lost control."

"Your joke is a bit too original." Medici didn't understand, but looked serious, "Can you explain it?"

So Amon set up the mirror and stared at the evil phantom in the mirror with admiring eyes. Obviously, he actually doesn't want to admit that it is himself, whether in mysticism or reality.

"I may have lost control."

Amon crossed his arms, pointed his forearms with his fingers, and said in an indescribable tone:

“I am denying ‘Amon’s’ personality and even his way of living.”

Medici became interested and asked for a drink: "Tell me more?"

"I took over his identity and his destiny. His destiny is to work in this library for forty years, then retire, steal an identity and go to another city. If he is called by the true body halfway, then abandon this identity To fulfill the will of the main body.”

"uh-huh?"

"His own destiny was so boring that he began to play with the fate of those around him."

Amon took out a book from the bookshelf, turned to a certain page, took out a folded piece of paper, and unfolded it:

"The identities of two of my colleagues were exchanged. One was from a wealthy family, and the other relied on his salary to survive. He felt that the wealthy and selfish one would not give money to his family, and wanted to confirm."

Medici opened a bag of potato chips for himself and ate them loudly, deliberately loudly to ensure that Amon could hear: "What's the result?"

"The selfish colleague starved two people to death in his family. Then their identities were returned, and the poor one thought he was the one who caused it."

"oh."

Amon glanced at the unchanged shadow in the mirror and said bluntly: "Then he felt a glimmer of happiness, a fleeting happiness, when the colleague was in agony and was being scolded by his family. He found this gap very interesting, So look for the next target.”

"So the director swapped fortunes with a beggar before I came to work,"

Amon continued to read: "This time he did not adjust his memory. The curator suddenly became penniless, and the beggar became the curator."

"The results of it?"

"There is no result." Amon said, "I am here. I replaced him, and these strange fates were put back."

Then the beggar committed suicide... Amon didn't say this, he felt weird.

Medici loudly took a few sips of cold beer and smacked his lips:

"Sounds like you did a good thing."

"So, what does this matter have to do with you looking for me?"

Amon turned his attention away from wanting to eat potato chips and drink beer. While thinking about it, he said: "Amon all live like this. I don't think playing like this is much fun, but I can't find anything more fun." lifestyle.”

Oh - Medici understood, this is a lost lamb!

"Then let's see what humans will do at this time, do something exciting, such as extreme sports?"

"We can fly."

"So, traveling around the world?"

"Our footprints have spread all over the world, even the land abandoned by the gods is no exception."

Medici then spread his hands, and his tone gradually became more and more offensive: "Look, you already have everything, and what you don't have can be obtained from Amon's memory. Is there anything else in this world that you would find interesting? Is it possible that you want to go to heaven? Go for a walk in the starry sky?"

Amon felt a little angry: "What about you, Medici? You are also a mythical creature who has everything and has seen everything. Why can you still find different fun?"

"Because I am a conqueror, war and strife, the most direct intersection between people! As long as there are still people who desire power and status, the war will never stop." Medici was serious for two seconds, and suddenly The true nature of the provocateur was exposed again, "Look at you again, Amon! You are a thief, a virus, and a mistake! People don't like you, and you don't like people either. No one needs you!"

Click! A crack appeared on Amon's monocle.

Just when he was about to have an attack, Medici suddenly changed the subject:

"So, if you want to abandon Amon's lifestyle, you have to have your own ideas and goals."

"You like people to treat others badly, but if you think it's boring to bully the weak, then why not try to challenge the strong?"

Amon took off his monocle and replaced it with a new one. He felt as if he was holding a volcano in his heart and couldn't erupt. He was so stuffy that he felt uncomfortable.

"Challenge the powerful?"

"Yes." The Lord of Turmoil and Disputes said with great interest, "When you defeated this Amon, you were very happy, right? I remember that you were very happy, because you thought you couldn't win, but after winning Come and show off to me right away.”

"This sense of accomplishment is unique to you! No Amon can share it with you, and you cannot get it from any Amon, including your own body..."

Having said this, Medici smiled disdainfully: "Because your kind, your true nature, are all cowards!"

"So, if you want to deny them, you have to be bolder and do things that your body wouldn't even dare to do in Sequence 3."

Amon didn't answer. Medici took advantage of the situation and said in a very seductive tone:

"——Perhaps, one day, you will challenge your identity?"

"I've wanted to see His self-righteous face smashed for a long time."

…

After the call ended, Medici looked at the sky outside the window for a while, and then heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The wooden door of the hotel was pushed open, and an unattractive-looking man walked in. He entered the house, closed the door, and the flesh and blood on his body began to squirm, revealing his original appearance. The most eye-catching change was that his height suddenly jumped up.

The visitor bowed slightly to Medici on the sofa, and did not show any abnormality to the strange movements of his left hand, beer, right hand, potato chips, butt on the sofa, and his legs on the table. He greeted Medici calmly:

"Your Majesty, Your Highness the Red Angel."

Medici looked him over, shook the file in his hand, and smiled maliciously:

"Your surname is Sauron?"

"That is my mother's family." Traynor replied, "I am no longer a sharer of the glory of the Sauron family."

When can I change my last name? He thought with an expressionless face. It was terrifying to think that I would be called "Mr. Vaughn" like my father.

"No special introduction is needed, I know who you are. Your father...heh."

Medici laughed meaningfully and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Disasters are spreading across borders, wars are spreading on the sea... Boy, your resume is shining and quite outstanding."

He clicked his tongue twice and deliberately glanced at the young hunter's face with the corner of his eye. Seeing that the other man's expression was still calm, he smiled and said:

"You are very much like your father."

Traynor resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "You are flattering me. My father will be very happy to hear you say that."

"how about you?"

"I am honored because this is a compliment from the God of War."

Traynor stroked Red Angel along the hair, then paused and said sincerely: "But Your Highness Red Angel, please don't let these meaningless words take up our precious working time. My grandfather and other elders , each of them can utter provocations more lethal than your words."

TBC

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First, let the outer gods grant him freedom and self. Secondly, let the war give him courage and ambition.

In the end, what will he become?

Off-topic: After receiving recent feedback from readers, I am considering accelerating the plot adjustment outline.