Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 173 Amon Amon
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"Put the Kingdom Geography Atlas in the natural geography section on the third floor... Roselle Poetry Anthology, volumes 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 2, and 6 have all been borrowed, and volume 2 will expire in three days..."

"'Roselle's Fairy Tales'... no pea vine? I remember this. His daughter used it in Backlund."

"How many 'fairy tales' actually happened?"

"Chronicle of Trier's Development? This is a twelve-year-old edition. The official Intis edition won't be in the library for another year and a half, so we have to keep it and put it in the historical document area on the fourth floor... There are unexpectedly many people borrowing history and geography books recently. Is it because of the Loen Kingdom Government Employee Examination Act? The exam is in four months, and the literature and history categories have the most people enrolled."

Amon pushed a cart full of books and strolled in the huge library. His eyes swept across the several-meter-high bookshelves, and he could clearly see the numbers on the spines of each book, and accurately took away the misplaced books.

He was wearing a librarian's uniform, with a goose yellow scarf around his collar and a metal city emblem on his chest.

The logo is exquisitely crafted and sparkles, he likes it very much and even wants to use it as his current jewelry.

The lunch for employees includes vegetable salad, fresh juice and Eastchester-style chicken pie.

The city is located inland and far from the sea, so smoked fish, grilled fish and various seafood products are slightly more expensive. Influenced by the food of neighboring countries, the city mainly features sweet and spicy flavors, and grilled chicken and various meats are quite delicious.

Amon likes a bakery outside the city library. Its signature dish is butter bread, but the roast chicken sold there is his favorite flavor. Before he got his current identity, he ate it almost every day.

Now… now it’s not possible. Once he becomes “Amon”, he will not have any hobbies other than those required by his job. Bartender Amon needs to know how to drink, but librarians don’t need to like roast chicken from a certain store, work meals are enough.

Hobbies belong to the ontology, the power to characterize things also belongs to the ontology, and all powers belong to the ontology.

After he had sorted the books in his cart, he took out his pocket watch to check the time: 11:15 a.m., a quarter of an hour before lunch and two hours and a quarter before the afternoon shift. The morning's book sorting was over, and it was time to change shifts in the afternoon.

When changing shifts, you sit at the library on the first floor. When people come, you register. If the books are overdue, you go to find the person according to the contact information. If it is stolen, burglarized, or the contact information is forged, then the police station will be notified after investigation... In the half month that Amon has been working, the theft of books has completely disappeared. Because as the oldest thief (one in a few hundred), Amon can easily see those bad intentions. After the book thief leaves with the books, he will find that what he brought back are just some used draft books, and his wallet is missing.

Amon made some extra money this way.

This is very Amon and has nothing to do with profession.

He returned to the first floor and placed the cart against the wall.

Now people are leaving the library one after another, but they often come back after lunch. The reading areas on the four floors are all packed with young people who want to become employees in the next exam and college students who are looking up information for their papers. To get a seat, you have to line up when the library opens at 8 am, and many people will stay until the library closes at 8 pm.

Walking to the front desk, Amon rubbed his hands and pulled the collar of his winter work clothes higher.

Although the municipal library has heating, the door on the first floor is often open and the indoor temperature is not high.

The people who were taking over the shift were still working, so he found a place in the middle of the bookshelf and leaned against the wall to rest. The demigod's memory and calculation ability always allowed him to finish his work early and have enough time to slack off. He rested in a hidden and warm corner, watching from afar the humans writing at their desks, shuttling between the many bookshelves, like a group of industrious ants, carrying "knowledge".

He turned his head inadvertently and happened to meet his own eyes in the reflection of the glass on the wall.

Amon saw himself smiling in the mirror.

So he closed his eyes, looked away, and stole his memory of the last few seconds and threw it away.

Then, Amon, who was looking at the window one second and found himself facing the green plants in the corner of the wall the next second, frowned:

"Three seconds of memory gone."

"Did I just see 'him' again?"

He rubbed his brows, took off his monocle, pinched his nose bridge and eye sockets, then hesitated and did not put it back on immediately.

He sat quietly for five minutes, not looking at anything that would reflect light, and then slowly recited a string of honorific names.

"Father."

Amon whispered: "He is questioning me again, or maybe I am questioning myself."

Amon was always frustrated by his father's answers. He acted in many different ways and showed many special features. Now he was trapped in the mirror, trapped by the "same kind" who once occupied this identity, and his father still just said meaningless words.

"You are all Amon, you need to make peace with yourselves."

My father never seemed to realize that he was different.

He put on his glasses and looked at the mirror again. There was only himself in the mirror, but after a blink, the shadow pinched his right eye socket and gave him a mocking smile.

'Heretical.'

'A defective product tamed by an Outer God.'

The shadow began to deform, its features and outline twisted like a melting candle, and then formed into an Amon that seemed to be made up of many faces and many Amons. But compared with the one in front of the window, only the expression was different, and there was not much difference in other aspects.

'What has He given you that you are willing to kill yourself?'

Amon also pinched his eyes and replied with a smile: "You are the real defective product."

"You looked down on me. You don't know how to gather intelligence, you don't know how to use the terrain, and you stereotyped me as having no help."

"Otherwise, we have the same sequence, and I wouldn't be able to kill you so quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and stopped arguing with the phantom.

He knew better than anyone that this was just an illusion, just like what happened in human dramas, where the murdered person became the murderer's nightmare, blaming him in his dreams at midnight. But Amon knew that this was definitely not "guilt" or "guilty conscience", but -

Scared.

Only the original body has the right to dispose of the clone, to kill or promote it. Only the original body has the power to freely choose hobbies and goals, and only the original body can... After coming to the outside world, killing another Amon and replacing him, he was shocked to find that the Outer God was actually using the original body's privileges to indulge him.

But fear and excitement are twins, and now, he is used to it, he is used to these hobbies that are "unique" to him. As the phantom said, he has been tamed by this freedom, and is willing to do all kinds of rebellious acts for this freedom.

He desperately wanted to be recognized, such as by the True Creator. At the same time, he was also afraid that if the True Creator really recognized him, then he, then he——

——Does this also mean that there is a possibility of becoming the “essence”?

Is this the future that the Outer Gods want to see?
"Green? Green!"

A colleague's shout interrupted Amon's thoughts. It turned out that it was time to get off work. He immediately stood up and pretended that he was not slacking off. The colleague with short blond hair smiled as usual and waved his hand to him:
"Would you like to have lunch together? We have chicken pot pie, which you like."

I like it, yes, I like it, yes, I like it... Amon felt happy when he heard such clear words, but he suddenly wanted to do something else, so he declined his colleague's invitation:
"I want to rest for a while before going."

"Then the pie might be gone?"

Amon pursed his lips and resolutely followed the other party's pace: "Let's go together."

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"A symbol of iron and fire..."

"The Lord of Chaos and Strife... The God of War, who is not great at all..."

A mysterious prayer appeared in his mind. Medici raised his eyebrows, put down the letter from the hunter who was about to meet him, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Little crow?" The not-so-great God of War sneered, "Your low-level provocation is like a child sulking out!"

"If you were in front of me, would you steal something from me?"

The voice of a certain Amon appeared in his mind, so calm that it seemed as if he had heard nothing:
"Whenever I feel you are reliable, you speak."

Medici burst out laughing. He really wanted to tease this boy who was trying so hard to provoke others, but he also knew that if he continued talking, he would no longer share his embarrassing stories with him. So he said:
"Yeah."

"What do you want from me? The 'Conspiracy' spell is very useful, right?"

The talisman from the angel spirit is of course useful, and the price of purchasing it is a box of Eastchester County specialties. Since the hunter still has no Sequence One, and the "God of War" and the Red Priest's uniqueness still point to Medici, "He" can barely make a plausible prototype of the Kingdom of God to accept sacrifices - since this thing can be used as the Kingdom of God, it is the Kingdom of God!
"Easy to use."

Medici thought the specialty sweet and spicy sauce was very good. Amon prayed to Him and He remembered it again, so he added: "This thing is very popular in the Aurora Club. It is currently being eaten with the sacramental fish. Please send a few more boxes quickly."

Then He asked, "It works, you succeeded, why are you still angry?" Amon, who was lying in his single dormitory, turned the mirror on the table over, and the person in the mirror began to laugh strangely again, but he didn't say anything yet. He said to Medici:

“I may be out of control.”

"Your joke is a little too original." Medici didn't understand, but his face was serious. "Can you explain it?"

So Amon set up the mirror and looked at the ill-intentioned phantom in the mirror with an admiring look. Obviously, he was not willing to admit that it was himself, either in mysticism or in reality.

“I may be out of control.”

Amon crossed his arms, pointed at his forearms with his fingers, and said in an indescribable tone:

"I am denying 'Amon's' personality and even his way of life."

Medici became interested and asked for a drink: "Can you elaborate?"

"I have taken over his identity and his destiny. His destiny is to work in this library for forty years, then retire and steal an identity to go to another city. If he is summoned by the original body, he will abandon this identity and carry out the original body's will."

"uh-huh?"

"His own fate was too boring, so he began to play with the fate of those around him."

Amon took a book from the bookshelf, turned to a certain page, took out a folded paper, and unfolded it:

"The identities of two of my colleagues were swapped. One was from a wealthy family, and the other's family depended on this salary to survive. He felt that the wealthy and selfish one would not give the money to his family, so he wanted to confirm it."

Medici opened a bag of potato chips for himself and started to eat them, deliberately eating loudly to ensure that Amon could hear him: "What's the result?"

"A selfish colleague caused two people in his family to starve to death. Then their identities were returned to them, and the poor one thought it was his own fault."

"Oh."

Amon glanced at the unchanged shadow in the mirror and said bluntly, "Then he felt a little happiness when his colleague was in agony and was scolded by his family. It was a fleeting happiness. He found this gap very interesting and started looking for his next target."

"So the curator exchanged fate with a beggar before I came to work,"

Amon continued: "This time he did not adjust his memory. The curator suddenly became penniless. The beggar became the curator."

"The results of it?"

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

Then the beggar committed suicide... Amon didn't say this out loud, he felt it was weird.

Medici gulped down his cold beer loudly and smacked his lips:
"Sounds like you did a good thing."

"So, what does your contact with me have to do with this matter?"

Amon turned his attention away from his desire to eat chips and drink beer, and said as he thought, "This is how the Amons live. I don't think playing like this is much fun, but I can't find a more fun way to live."

Oh——Medici understood, this is a lost lamb!
"Then let's see what humans will do at this time. Do something exciting, like extreme sports?"

“We can fly.”

"So, traveling around the world?"

"Our footprints have spread all over the world, even the God-forsaken Land is no exception."

Medici then spread his hands and said in a tone that gradually became annoying: "Look, you already have everything. If you don't have anything, you can get it from Amon's memory. Is there anything else in this world that you would find interesting? Do you want to go to heaven? Want to go around in the starry sky?"

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, I am war and conflict, I am the most direct intersection between people! As long as there are still people who desire power and status, the war will never stop." Medici was serious for two seconds, and suddenly revealed his provocative nature, "Look at you again, Amon! You are a thief, a virus, a mistake! People don't like you, and you don't like people. No one needs you!"

Crack! A crack appeared on Amon's monocle.

Just as he was about to explode, 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 be mean to each other, but if you think it's boring to bully the weak, why not try challenging the strong?"

Amon took off his monocle and replaced it with a new one. He felt like there was a volcano in his heart that he couldn't let out, and he felt uncomfortable.
"A strong challenge?"

"Yes." The Lord of Chaos and Strife said with interest, "When you defeated this Amon, you were very happy, right? I remember you were very happy because you thought you couldn't win, but after you won, you came to show off to me as soon as possible."

"This sense of accomplishment is unique to you! No other Amon can share it with you, and you can't get it from any Amon, including your own body..."

At this point, Medici laughed disdainfully: "Because your kind, your true self, are all cowards!"

"So, if you want to deny them, you have to be bolder and do something that your original body wouldn't dare to do at Sequence 3."

Amon did not answer, and Medici took the opportunity to incite him, saying in a very tempting tone:
"——Perhaps, one day, you will challenge your true self?"

"I have 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 unremarkable man walked in. He entered the room, closed the door, and his flesh began to wriggle, revealing his true appearance. The most striking change was that his height had suddenly increased.

The visitor bowed slightly to Medici who was sitting on the sofa. He did not react in any way to his strange movements, with beer in his left hand and chips in his right hand, his butt on the sofa and his legs on the table. He greeted him calmly:
"Greetings, His Royal Highness the Red Angel."

Medici looked at him twice, shook the file in his hand, and smiled maliciously:
"Your last name is Soren?"

"That is my mother's family," Traynor replied. "I am no longer a sharer in the glory of the House of Soren."

When can I change my last name, he thought expressionlessly, and it was horrible to think that I would be called "Mr. Vaughan" like my father.

"No need for special introduction, I know who you are. Your father... heh."

Medici laughed meaningfully and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Disasters on the borders, wars spreading across the seas... Boy, your resume is brilliant and outstanding."

He clicked his tongue twice, and deliberately glanced at the young hunter's face from the corner of his eye. Seeing that the other party still had a calm expression, 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 would be very happy to hear you say that."

"how about you?"

"I am honored because this is a compliment from the God of War."

Treanor stroked the Red Angel's fur, then paused and said earnestly, "But Your Highness the Red Angel, please do not let these meaningless words take up our precious working time. My grandfather and other elders can each make provocations that are more lethal than yours."

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 speeding up the adjustment of the plot outline.

(End of this chapter)