A life-and-death crisis!
A true life-and-death crisis!
He had a strong premonition that if he were truly tainted by this chaos, the countless resurrection back-up plans he took such pride in might be directly erased on a conceptual level!
It would be eternal death in the truest sense!
How is this possible?!
In this world, how could there still be a power capable of truly threatening Him?!
In his understanding, in all the world, only that extremely powerful "Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings" who once held the Authority of "Mystery" could possibly use that terrifying convergence force to forcibly trace back to His true body.
But that wasn't right; the aura of this power was completely different from the Celestial Worthy's.
The Celestial Worthy was Deception and mystery, while the one before him was pure, unmasked chaos and narrative.
There was no more time to think!
Amon made the most decisive choice.
Bang! Bang!
Two soft explosive sounds rang out as the two Amons in the alley, along with their exquisite black classical robes and Monocles, instantly transformed into countless tiny specks of light and dissipated into the air.
They directly detonated these two avatars, severing all Connection with the main body.
However, even at this final moment between life and death, Amon still had the capacity to observe, analyze, and even counterattack and probe!
At the instant the avatars exploded, a highly concentrated stream of information shot straight toward Nairn's mind like an arrow from a bow.
It was a segment of ancient historical secrets:
[After the "Original" Creator awakened, different parts of His spirit split off—]
[For example, the two personas of the "Celestial Worthy" and "God Almighty," also known as the "Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings" and the "Primordial Creator"—]
—]
[They are the sources of the spiritual imprints that occupy the domains of "Mystery" and "Omniscience and Omnipotence"—]
[At the same time, corresponding to the awakening of the "Original," the most powerful "Outer Gods" in the entire universe gathered in this tiny star system—]
[Corresponding to the title of "Outer God," They represent those "Above the Sequences," and there are other naming conventions, such as "Outer Deity"—]
[For example, the "Cosmos"—]
[They all occupy celestial bodies such as the Crimson Moon, Brown Star, Red Star, Blue Star, Venus, and the Blue Planet—]
[They spy upon this world, and their names are "Mother Goddess of Depravity," "Mother Tree of Desire," "Son of Chaos," "Primal Hunger," "Circle of Inevitability," "Superstar Dominator," "Inextinguishable Whispers," "Monarch of Decay," "High-Dimensional Overseer," and "Fate Weaver"—]
This was an incredibly vicious Open Scheme.
Amon stuffed all this taboo information—enough to cause a knowledge explosion and pollute any Existence below godhood to death by the Outer Gods—into Nairn's head.
Aren't you powerful? Then let the malice of the entire Cosmos play with you!
However, the scene that followed became the most incomprehensible image seen by Amon's two avatars before their consciousness dissipated.
The massive torrent of information rushed into Nairn's mind, yet it was like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.
In Nairn's spiritual world, a chaotic and amorphous narrative surged and flowed.
Those names of "Outer Deities" carrying terrifying pollution were like a few drops of ink falling into a rushing mudslide; they were instantly washed away, decomposed, and diluted, finally turning into an inconspicuous, comical punctuation mark within this chaotic narrative.
Like a gentle breeze brushing over the mountain ridges.
Nairn even "savored" this information with great interest.
"Oh, so it's these guys."
He thought to himself, feeling no discomfort whatsoever.
This was the overbearing nature of the [Chaos Theater].
It was itself the source of chaos and change, a collection of narratives. To it, external pollution was nothing more than new "script material."
Trying to use chaos to pollute the source of chaos? That in itself was the biggest joke.
The final consciousness of Amon's avatars was frozen on Nairn's smiling face, which carried a hint of playfulness and pity.
As if to say: "That's it?"
Meanwhile, in the distant Forsaken Land of the Gods, deep within the ruins of a forgotten ancient city.
A young man, also wearing a Monocle and a classical black robe, was sitting on a broken stone Pillar, leisurely swinging his legs.
Suddenly, his movements stopped.
He slowly raised his hand, adjusted the Monocle on the bridge of his nose, and his brow furrowed tightly.
In that instant just now, he had lost all Connection with those two avatars in Tingen City.
Not only that, but a moment before the Connection was severed, a terrifying sensation that made even him feel palpitations spread along that line, as if it wanted to drag his main body into an indescribable Abyss.
"Interesting."
Amon's true body whispered, but the smile at the corner of his mouth had vanished without a trace.
Immediately afterward, the memory mixed with a large amount of information sent back by the avatars at the last moment flooded into his mind.
He saw the man named "Nairn," saw that unreasonable, mighty power originating from the "Chaos Theater," and saw how the other party had effortlessly "digested" the knowledge bomb he had thrown out.
Amon's brow furrowed even deeper.
Things were starting to become not so interesting.
One must know that even if it were Mr. Door, Alista Tudor, or that crazed half-Fool Antigonus, it would be absolutely impossible for them to pose such a direct threat to his main body with just a single avatar.
Only that legendary Celestial Worthy could possibly achieve such a thing.
"So, has that old ghost really awakened?"
Amon talked to himself, but quickly dismissed this guess.
The aura was wrong. The core of that power was "narrative" and "variables," pure chaos, which was fundamentally different from the Celestial Worthy's "Mystery" and "Deception."
"Then—it is an even more terrifying situation."
Amon's gaze became more solemn than ever before.
"A new Sefirah that I have never known has appeared?"
Moreover, judging from the power displayed in that brief glimpse, the level of that Symbol was likely at the "Pillar" level.
Could it be another super-secret personality born after the fall of the "Original" Creator? Or some unknown resurrection back-up plan he left behind?
Amon tilted his head, feeling that things had become very troublesome.
He decided to immediately have all avatars outside avoid Tingen City and all its surrounding areas.
Before figuring out the background of that mysterious Existence, he absolutely could not give the other party any opportunity to strike.
In this regard, Amon had always been very "cowardly," or rather, very cautious. He liked to toy with prey, but only on the premise that the prey did not have the ability to bite him to death in return.
"Furthermore—"
Amon's eyes flickered; from the event just now, he had sniffed a faint, almost imperceptible scent of "coincidence."
He was very familiar with this scent.
"My dear brother, was it you who made a move against my avatars arranged in Tingen?"
A wicked smile once again curled at the corners of Amon's mouth.
"The arrangement was truly seamless. I just wonder, what objective are you trying to achieve?"
He wasn't clear on Adam's specific plan, but it was obvious that Adam had used some method to lead his avatars toward that Monster named "Nairn," killing with a borrowed knife, or rather, probing with a borrowed knife.
"Hmph."
Amon gave a light snort; it was unclear whether he would care about his paranoid brother's "arrangement" of his avatars or if he would hold a grudge because of it.
But in any case, this debt...
...has been noted.