Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

It is a town trapped out of time, forever repeating the cursed day when the gods disappeared from the land.

The darkness of the "Land Abandoned by God" only fell on it for one night, and the sun would fall as usual the next day, but the residents living here were unaware and experienced nightmares over and over again.

The false sun rises again in the chaos, turns the pointer back several times, and the repeated life regresses for a whole day, then winds up again, and continues to let the things that have happened happen again, but it is full of changes in the details , making this day's life fall into another "possibility".

Such a circle turns in vain, and all the forces of distorted fate in the town continue to fill the light curtain, and strange eggs are bred in the silver bird's nest.

Esther took two steps back and forth from the light curtain, feeling cold all over, but the temperature of the red cloak would not make her feel the chill from the outside world:

"This day has been repeated for...how many years?"

"I don't know, maybe thousands of years, the same time as my father was betrayed by them." The crow's voice was very cold.

Esther turned to it: "You have the key."

The crow with white eye circles rolled his eyes, and a little smile appeared inside: "You don't look surprised, you have already noticed me coming?"

"Yeah, it was probably when the residents were singing for 'Sacrifice of Sweet Dreams'. Your twittering clone suddenly stopped jumping, and then I asked about 'Zoya's Anchor', and you gave a pretty clear response, know exactly what happened.”

Esther raised the corners of her mouth with difficulty, but in this situation, facing "New Day" on the other side of the light curtain, she couldn't even show a mocking smile: "I knew from then on that you have already It's the main body who is stingy with sharing memories with the clone."

A young man with curly black hair stood on her left, with an earring twinkling under his hair, and he stared at Esther very strangely.

Esther had to raise her head to meet those black eyes: "What are you looking at?"

Amon smiled warmly: "I'm looking at the masterpiece of 'Zoya'."

Esther's demeanor returned to indifference again, she pointed to the light curtain, and the warm sunlight of a new morning was lit on the other side: "What's the use of keeping this—such an 'anchor'?"

"What do you think? Anyway, you are also a half-deciphering scholar," Amon straightened the monocle over his right eye, "I don't want me to explain it for you, that would be so boring."

"Deterrence, hostage, keeping in touch with Zoya, there are many possibilities."

With his back to the light curtain, Amon leaned on it, seemingly indifferent to the situation in that town: "If I hadn't stolen Zoya's anchor, there wouldn't be 'Esther' in this world."

What's interesting is that Amon himself always seems to resist calling her "Esther", as if trying to deny her existence, but Amon's clone doesn't care about this at all.

Esther was silent for a long time. Compared with the time it took to use her brain, more energy was spent on adjusting her emotions, and she needed to work hard to calm herself down.

She said calmly: "Yes, if that's the case, as long as 'Zoya' appears, he will be connected with the fate of Amon's clone. At that time, he will not be able to escape your sight, and he will be tied to his wings. birds make no difference."

Amon laughed: "He told you? I thought there would be irreconcilable conflicts between you and Him, and you regarded each other as mortal enemies."

Esther squeezed the neckline of the red cloak, feeling her breathing getting heavier and heavier:

"I figured it out myself. That kind of situation should have happened once, I saw a little memory when I was promoted...although I'm not sure if it was you or Zoya deliberately released it.

"Zoya and I rarely communicate directly, but He used to occupy my body, and as a result, I was forced to come to this continent. I can only guess that because of your interference, His current situation has become worse, so that it needs to Only by turning to Ouroreus and his Lord for help can the state of 'I' be stabilized."

Amon lowered his head a little, his black eyes sinking into the shadow of the brim of his hat, covering the dividing line between lies and truth: "Do you need me to praise you for being smart?"

Esther wrinkled her nose disdainfully: "If you sincerely want to cooperate with him, or as your avatar said, you are in a so-called 'friend' relationship, why do you want to snatch his anchor?"

"Sure enough, I should praise you for being stupid."

"It's not a complimenting adjective. It's not just for me, it's for Zoya, too."

The smile on Amon's face gradually faded, which made his eyes become more cold and distant when he was thinking, like waiting for a crow to peck at a carrion at a funeral.

In the end, He just shook his head lightly: "You won't understand, you are just an 'incarnation' as a consumable, no different from Zoya's dead shell left beside Ouroreus."

Esther suddenly laughed, the smile from the heart made her indifferent expression immediately become vivid and soft: "Even if it was Zoya who asked you, you would not answer this question, but it is easier for me to notice Lies, you chose to challenge my meager trust in Zoya."

Amon tilted his head and didn't speak, his eyes under the monocle swept over Esther's forehead.

Esther looked at the world inside the light curtain: "Are they still alive?"

"Like the cat in the box. You've probably heard something like that, a theory my dad used to put up."

"The cat in the box?" Esther quickly thought of Schrödinger's cat, "Your father is—"

She quickly closed her mouth again, digesting these two different things at the same time.

Amon's father is the "ancient sun god", an omniscient and omnipotent creator, a "Daribog", and a "traveler" who does not belong to this world, so he can mention this special thought experiment.

In Schrödinger's experiment, the cat in the box will face the same probability of survival and death due to the decay of radioactive substances, but the result will not be known until the box is opened.

Esther put her hand outside the shimmering light curtain, realizing that this is indeed the most appropriate metaphor at the moment.

The moment she opened this world, everyone would be free from this endless cycle of nightmares, but once time returns to this town, their deaths are no longer unknown, but inevitable, only after thousands of years of indebtedness. go to the end.

Esther realized that she was pitying the cat in the box, even if she knew not to open the box and maintain this cycle, it would not matter. , but they are unaware that tomorrow will never exist.

Just standing here and looking at them makes me feel bad... maybe I shouldn't feel bad about it?Esther questioned herself inwardly.

She took a deep breath and looked at Amon again: "You won't give me the key."

"Ask Zoya to help me gain control of Source Castle, and I will give you the key. However, this key only involves the outer seal, and I cannot handle the innermost source."

Esther's "spiritual intuition" almost screamed in her mind, and she shook her head vigorously twice: "No, absolutely not."

"Why? I asked Zoya this question before, but he refused to answer."

Esther tapped her forehead with her knuckles: "Even if you ask me, I don't know, I probably know less than you. I'm not a chess player like you, I'm just a pawn that may be abandoned at any time. I can see clearly, isn't it just an 'incarnation'."

Her tone was casual and even sounded quite cheerful.

Amon turned the stud on his right ear: "I can help you gain control over 'Zoya', which is not difficult for a high-sequence 'thief'. Especially when you are also a 'thief' ', and being inseparable from Him, I have already controlled the anchor of 'Zoya'."

"You finally put the chip in your hand on my face," Esther spread her hands, "Isn't it good to say that earlier? You should know that I have a special ability to distinguish between true and false."

"Is this your way of expressing your rejection?" Amon smiled again.

Esther was silent for a few seconds before she spoke: "If you had asked your clone to tell me this two months earlier, or when you were in Backlund, I would probably have believed you without hesitation."

For the first time, Amon showed a trace of confusion in front of Esther. Even the ability of "deciphering scholar" could not let him hear the voice of the silent one.

Although he didn’t move on the surface, Amon had tried many times to steal the woman’s thoughts in front of him—the result was the same as when he wanted to steal Zoya’s thoughts. All Amon could steal was the flapping wings. Meaning hum.

This method is obviously derived from the "thief", leaving Amon with nothing to do.

"But what's the difference now? My conditions have never changed." Amon's confusion only increased.

His words even conveyed too much sincerity and frankness, which made Esther hesitate to speak, as if what the avatar did, the obliterated Xiaoqi and Xiaowu were not worth mentioning.

That's right, the bad things are all done by the avatar, what does it have to do with the main body?Even if it was done by the main body, Amon would probably only take it for granted...

Esther seemed to gradually figure out the character of this "angel of time", she smiled self-deprecatingly: "My point of view has changed, so we are no longer in the same position."

"I don't understand." Amon said directly.

Esther didn't explain it to him, because her consideration would also seem meaningless to Amon.

She just quietly looked into the light curtain, watching the residents in the town tenderly.

In the distance, Esther saw a young girl running on the street. Before she fell, the old man who had thrown the seeds helped her up with a smile, and inserted a golden flower on the girl's temple. little flower.

Girls may or may not have fallen in that spot.

This city obviously has no future, but there is a possibility of continuous superimposition. Under the "restart" day after day, Zoya has accumulated extremely chaotic power...

Amon, who had been leaning against the light curtain, stood up straight. After turning around, his gaze followed Esther into the light curtain: "Is it because you have a better candidate in your heart? You and Zoya have reached an agreement." Consensus on this?"

"you can say it this way."

If it was a 'fool', he would not choose to push the life of this entire town to one end of the balance.

Esther couldn't help thinking, she had such a firm hunch.