"I am Amon, you are not Amon, you are just a sealed artifact that thinks you are Amon." Amon said the tongue twister in a leisurely manner.

The man in the mirror said again:

"You took away my identity, and I am Amon."

Amon immediately took advantage of the loopholes in the other party's words and said with force:

"I am Amon, and I am you. I have never been killed or had my identity taken away. You are not Amon at all."

Every sentence in this sentence is correct, but it just confuses the identity of "Amon". The group tactics that Amon is proud of have become a weapon of internal deception. He is trying to convince this sealed object to leave behind the spirit and make it believe

Oneself does not exist.

The plan went smoothly, but the man in the mirror, who lacked the ability to think, was shaken by his own existence under Amon's words.

If the person opposite looks like me, has the same memory as me, dresses like me, and is also Amon, then isn't he himself?

What is "I"?

Seeing that the deception was effective, Amon immediately pursued the victory:

"You don't exist, you are just the instinct of the sealed object."

"Your memory comes from me, you are just a ray of my spirit."

"I am Amon." The man in the mirror emphasized.

"That's right." Amon grinned, "So, it's time for you to become a part of me again."

The image of the person in the mirror began to distort and fade: "Becoming Amon?"

"Yes."

Amon took the initiative to reach out and cover the mirror: "Return to me and become Amon."

This time, he not only deceived the other party's thinking and memory, but also deceived the other party's "purpose".

He used words to deceive "taking back his identity" into "turning back to Amon", and integrated "taking back his life" into this purpose - he is Amon and he is alive, so becoming himself can be accomplished at the same time.

Are these two purposes?

From Amon's perspective, everything he said is correct!

The face of the person in the mirror was covered by Amon's palm, and the figure above became more blurry and chaotic, gradually turning into darkness.

Lines of spiritual brilliance and twelve-linked worm shadows flowed out of the mirror and were absorbed by Amon.

Snap.

A crack appeared on the mirror, and the body suddenly lost control and fell to the ground in a strange posture.

The mirror embedded in the flesh rolled out and shattered on the ground.

Amon kept looking at the mirror being completely shattered, and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat hidden in his hair.

"It actually succeeded." He was a little proud, looking around at the crowd around him, having eliminated the large-scale "fraud" effect.

The wrong identity was returned to the correct person, and people regained their consciousness and looked at each other, wondering why they were here.

Amon retreated quickly. As soon as he walked away, there were waves of poetry reciting from behind as the night fell. People stood and closed their eyes and fell asleep.

The three major churches acted quickly to awaken the people one by one and provide them with psychological treatment and suggestions.

All their strange memories today will turn into a vague strange dream. Most people will only remember that they became another person in the dream, and will not remember any details related to extraordinary abilities.

Amon, who had run far away and was hiding, suddenly had a strange feeling.

His spirituality became active in the moment just now, and he had a spiritual feeling that he had never experienced before.

"Is this what humans say, the feeling of acting and getting feedback?"

Amon was very surprised and very novel: "I was very successful in playing the role of 'Green'. Lurmi should have believed it."

"But I can't stay in this city any longer. I'd better go somewhere else to stay for a while."

He continued to cheat distance and soon disappeared into East Chester County.

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Audrey nervously stayed with her family.

At this time, Hibbert's eyelids moved and slowly opened.

"Hibbert!" Audrey said happily, "Great, you woke up!"

But she didn't expect that Hibbert would move back a step excitedly, then opened his eyes and took a closer look at the girl opposite.

"...Audrey?"

"It's me...what's wrong with you, Hibbert?"

Lord Hibbert covered his head with one hand and sat up on the soft bed with the other. The soft and expensive silk fabric did not seem to be fake. He was finally convinced that he had returned to his real home and was not still in that horrible slum.

"I'm fine...I'm fine, I seem to have had a nightmare."

A real nightmare.

He dreamed of robberies, beatings, hunger, murders, street girls, filth, disease and all horrific events, and the role he played in them was a scrawny child who picked up garbage and ate it.

In the end, he was beaten to death.

Hibbert didn't say much because he didn't want his sister to have a bad psychological shadow.

His stomach was churning. The dream was so real that he even remembered the feeling of the dirty, moldy bread scratching his teeth and tongue.

These dream details would soon disappear as quickly as before, but at least for now, Hibbert was so sick that he felt like vomiting.

Thinking of those fists and kicks, those disgusting food and dirty people, Hibbert felt an unprecedented disgust and anger burning in his heart.

He suddenly felt how right the Backlund smog incident was.

The East End and its people should never exist.

TBC

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The double update is over. It will be completed today. I’m exhausted. Let’s go to bed!
Chapter completed!