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-person staff 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 was not willing to admit that it was 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 have taken 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 is from a wealthy family, and the other relies on his salary to survive. He feels that the wealthy and selfish one will not give money to his family, and wants 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 felt that this gap was very interesting.

So I’m looking for my next target.”

"So the curator exchanged fate 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?"

"No result." Amon said, "I came. I replaced him, and these strange fates were put back."

Then the beggar committed suicide... Amon didn't say these words, he felt strange.

Medici took a few sips of cold beer loudly 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."

"Then, travel 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 became more and more harsh: "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 among the stars?"

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, 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. 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 must 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 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 could not win, but after winning

Come show off to me as soon as possible."

"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..."

At this point, Medici smiled disdainfully: "Because your kind and your true body are all cowards!"

"So, if you want to deny them, you have to be bolder and do things that your body would not dare to do in Sequence 3."

Amon didn't answer. Medici took advantage of the situation and incited him, saying 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 ordinary-looking man walked in. He entered the room, 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 towards 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, legs on the table, and greeted him calmly:

"Gui'an, His 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 surname? He thought expressionlessly. 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 the 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're flattering me, my father will definitely be very happy to hear you say that."

"how about you?"

"I'm 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 one can utter provocations more lethal than your words."

TBC

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First, let the outer gods give him freedom and self. Second, 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.
Chapter completed!