Mystery: Chaos Path

"So, your daily life usually consists of staying in the palace, handling government affairs, handling government affairs, and handling government affairs," Roland summarized.

"Also, reading, suppressing rebellions…" The Death Consul refuted Roland's words, speaking earnestly.

"Aside from the first one, which is somewhat related to leisure, the others, to sum it up, are still work." Roland glanced at Him, smiling as he said, "Such a boring life, even in a play, would only be glossed over. It's a wonder you can endure it."

"I have no other choice." The Death Consul replied calmly, "I am the Death Consul, the offspring of Father, but the Death Consul doesn't necessarily have to be me, and Father's offspring aren't just me. If I can't endure it, only death awaits me."

Roland glanced at Him upon hearing this, and couldn't help but chuckle at His calm demeanor, saying, "It seems you're quite dissatisfied with your dad. Have you ever thought about stabbing him in the back?"

The Death Consul looked at him, not hesitating for even a second, and said, "I can't beat him."

"Pfft…" Roland laughed, his gaze towards the Death Consul like that of someone looking at a toy they were interested in.

Roland suddenly asked, "So, if you could beat him, would you kill him?"

The Death Consul lowered His eyes, His eyelashes trembled slightly, His voice was soft but firm: "I would, just as He would want to kill me."

Roland was somewhat amazed, both by the Death Consul's candor and by the mark that the God of Death had left on Him, which was no longer just the influence of a mere foreign will, but a shadow etched into His soul.

Baylon's survival rules had been deeply ingrained into the behavior patterns of this doll before him, including indifference to life.

Of course, this didn't mean that Roland felt there was anything wrong with the Death Consul's thoughts, so he smiled, looking at the Death Consul and saying, "It's a pity I can't go to your spacetime, otherwise I might have been able to help you fulfill your wish."

The Death Consul probably hadn't expected to receive such an answer, and glanced up at Roland before saying, "It doesn't matter, He's already dead anyway."

The Death Consul was very clear that if the God of Death hadn't died, He, as the other party's offspring, would not be able to escape the other party's influence.

"That's hard to say." Roland smiled, looking at the Death Consul and saying, "Maybe He will revive in you."

The Death Consul paused, but His expression wasn't exactly surprised, probably having long speculated about His "fate." He just looked at Roland and said, "Then you will kill Him."

"So sure?" Roland raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you need the future me to do, but in any case, you won't need a God of Death who doesn't listen to you and may even be hostile to you." The Death Consul quietly looked at Roland, "And you are my friend. The books say that friends will choose revenge in this situation."

"Yes, yes, if Salinger revives in you, I will indeed kill Him." Roland nodded with a smile, completely unaware that he was describing a Sequence 0.

After all, other Sequence 0s are hard to deal with, but for someone like Salinger, who is hated by any random Sequence 0, it's easy to solve. Not to mention, the Goddess of the Night is definitely more anxious than him.

The Ancient Sun God probably wouldn't refuse to kill such a scum who brought the Pale Disaster either.

"Thank you." The Death Consul naturally saw the sincerity in Roland's words, so He learned from what He had read in books and thanked him, "If you die, I will also avenge you."

Roland glanced at Him upon hearing this, then laughed and said, "That's really great."

The two continued walking down the street, when suddenly Roland stopped, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as if he had seen something interesting.

The Death Consul naturally wouldn't miss this, and followed his gaze to see a young man holding a strange black box walking towards them.

"Mr. Lucifer!" Klein, who was holding the camera, also saw the two people opposite him at a glance, and was stunned for a moment. Then he trotted forward, first greeting Lucifer, before hesitantly looking at the Death Consul and saying, "Mr. Azik?"

"Strictly speaking, this is the Death Consul." Roland corrected with a smile.

Klein's expression wasn't exactly surprised, but his movements were noticeably more restrained. He couldn't help but size up the Death Consul before him, comparing Him to the Mr. Azik he knew, and finally came to a conclusion—the difference between the two was really big, but there seemed to be some similarities.

And… Klein cautiously glanced at the Death Consul's face, and then recalled what he had seen about the history of the Death Consul, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "He doesn't seem as indifferent as I imagined…"

The angel before him could only be described as calm, not cold.

"Who is he?" The Death Consul looked at Roland, with a hint of curiosity in His eyes, and asked.

"Klein Moretti, your student, your junior, and someone who is like a child to you." Roland introduced Klein with a smile.

Only then did Klein remember that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and immediately said somewhat embarrassed, "Mr. Death Consul, you can just call me Klein."

"Hello, Klein." The Death Consul's gaze fell on Klein, His expression at this moment could even be described as gentle. He seemed to be sizing up Klein, scanning him from head to toe, as if memorizing something.

This made Klein a little uncomfortable, but he still restrained himself, letting the other party size him up.

After several seconds, the Death Consul finally withdrew His gaze.

Klein immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of something, nervously asking, "Mr. Lucifer, now that the Death Consul has been summoned, what about Mr. Azik?" His expression was filled with undisguised worry.

"He's probably still integrating his memories. Do you want to go back and take a look?" Roland looked at Klein with a smile.

Klein naturally nodded without hesitation.

Roland then looked at the Death Consul and said, "Let's go back, it's almost time."

The Death Consul naturally wouldn't object.

So the three of them started back, and soon returned to the villa, after all, Roland and the others hadn't gone far in the first place.

In the villa, Azik was no longer in that painful, forehead-supporting state. He looked as if he had gone through a great battle, his face full of sweat, but also like a triumphant general, revealing a gentle smile after seeing the three returning.

"It seems your memory integration is going quite well." Roland looked at Azik, not too surprised, and asked, "How much of your memory have you recovered?"

"About a third of the Death Consul period. I probably have to chat with my past self for the rest, and get stimulated to remember."

Azik replied, looking at Roland with gratitude in his eyes, and said, "Thank you very much for your help, Your Excellency Lucifer. Without your mask, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to maintain my current self."

"Don't thank me, it's just a reward for an excellent actor." Roland smiled, quite satisfied with the result.

After all, he hadn't really planned to let Azik recover his memory all at once. This progress was just right.

And… "The Faceless potion has been digested after this ordeal, so I can advance to Sequence 6, Avatar." Roland muttered in his heart, feeling somewhat expectant.

After all, the name Avatar sounds like it has the ability to create clones!