Mystery: Chaos Path

Hearing this, Roland wasn't surprised. He simply looked at Azik with a surprised expression, like a playwright admiring his perfect work. He said, "You truly are an actor who surprises me."

"Perhaps I should give you some reward." Roland said this, his voice so soft it was almost an illusion.

Azik felt that something seemed to have changed, but when he tried to find it, it seemed like nothing had happened. This made him look at Roland in confusion and ask, "What did you do to me?"

"Just put a mask on you." Roland smiled, sat back on the sofa, picked up his black tea, took a sip, and then smiled and said, "Its name is [Love]. You can understand it as the love of family."

"What is it for?" Azik asked again.

"It's not very useful, it's just that when you are swallowed by God, it can serve as an anchor." Roland didn't exaggerate anything, just smiled and said, "With it, you will never forget this love, even if your humanity is completely swallowed and only divinity remains."

Azik was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "I have never heard of this kind of ability."

"Have you heard of the Shadow of Time then?" Roland asked unhurriedly.

Azik was speechless, then smiled wryly and said, "That's right, you even have such magical abilities, it doesn't seem strange that you can do this."

Azik then took a deep breath before looking at Roland and saying, "So what do I need to pay to meet the Death Archon of the past?"

"Survive." Roland didn't beat around the bush, nor did he try to rip him off. He just looked at Azik calmly and said, "Survive, devour your other half of the soul, devour those pasts that belong to the Death Archon, truly live as Azik, and then atone for your sins."

Roland closed the originally open blank book. His golden eyes looked directly into Azik's eyes, and he smiled and said:

"I'm looking forward to this drama, don't disappoint me."

At the same time that Roland's voice fell, another figure appeared on the sofa next to Roland. That person had the exact same face as Azik, but the temperament was very different. The clothes on his body were very gorgeous, in the popular style of the Byron Empire, making people associate with darkness and death.

The Death Archon opened his eyes. Those eyes, the same as Azik's, did not carry much emotion, which made the Death Archon look like a lifeless doll at this moment—no emotions, no self, living under the control of others.

"Ugh…" Azik lowered his head painfully the moment he saw himself like this, raised his hand to cover his forehead. At this moment, countless memories flashed in his mind, those unfamiliar, distant pasts, those nightmares that had troubled him for a long time, occupied Azik's entire mind at this moment.

In a trance, Azik only heard someone say to him:

"Survive, Azik."

"Otherwise, your children can only be taken advantage of by the Death Archon."

The voice carried a smile, like encouragement or just out of some kind of evil taste.

Azik found an anchor in the shock of this moment. The self constructed from thousands of years of reincarnation became clear at this moment, and those memories that seemed to be plated with sunshine appeared at this moment, confronting the dark and cold past.

Roland quietly watched Azik, who was obviously caught in the battle between divinity and humanity, shook his head, and said nothing more to him. He then looked at the Death Archon next to him with great interest and said:

"You are a little different from what I imagined, Mr. Death Archon. I didn't expect that after removing the influence from the God of Death, you would be left with such a…"

Roland seemed to hesitate for a moment before uttering that adjective: "Puppet."

The Death Archon looked at him, and there was finally some emotion in his eyes. He opened his mouth and said, "Who are you?"

"Lucifer, let's just call me that!" Roland smiled. He then seemed to become interested, poured a cup of black tea for the Death Archon in front of him, and said, "You look a little confused."

"Your Excellency, I think anyone would be confused if they encountered this kind of situation." The Death Archon did not refuse the tea that Roland poured, but he did not drink it either. He just held the tea, his indifferent eyes looking at Roland, said.

"No, I'm not referring to the fact that you were suddenly summoned by me, but that you are feeling lost and confused because you have broken free from the influence of your father."

Roland shook his head. He poured himself another cup of tea again, took a sip, and then smiled and said, "How does it feel to have a self?"

The Death Archon was silent. His silent appearance was exactly the same as Azik's. After a few seconds, he said, "Very good."

"Haha, what a straightforward answer! Aren't you afraid that I will tell your father?" Roland couldn't help laughing, looking at the Death Archon in front of him, and said.

"You are very powerful. If I lie in front of you, the consequences may be equally serious." The Death Archon said calmly. He then glanced at Azik, who was covering his head, then said, with a hint of complexity in his eyes:

"You chose to help the future me, I believe you will not tell my father about this."

"So you're sure that this is the future?" Roland raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Such a thing has never been in my memory, and He…" The Death Archon's gaze fell on Azik, as if he had seen something, and his eyes showed a bit of complexity, and said:

"He has broken free from the influence of his father, although not completely, but this is enough to prove that this is not my time and space."

"Are you envious?" Roland asked with a smile.

"I am jealous." The Death Archon said again frankly. He lowered his eyes, "Envy is a good emotion, my father never taught me such emotions, I only know how to be jealous."

"Your dad… is really tasteless!" Roland shook his head, gave a certain scumbag dad an evaluation, and then said with great interest: "Then you should be able to see what he is doing, he is merging the past, merging with the past as the Death Archon, that is, your existence, he is using the future to devour you."

The Death Archon did not show a surprised expression. He just looked at Azik, without sadness or fear, and even said calmly: "This is good, a puppet without a self should not exist."

Roland raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he suddenly understood why he felt familiar with certain characteristics of the Death Archon, this desire for self-destruction…

"Heh!" Roland suddenly smiled. He looked at the Death Archon and stretched out his hand to him and said: "Okay, Mr. Puppet without a self, would you like to walk with me in the future?"

The Death Archon looked up at him, and said with some doubts: "Don't you need to take care of him?"