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Chapter 944 The Greatest in History...

Aegon didn't know what was wrong with him either.

It was originally very certain, certain, and confident that as long as there were more than ten abyssal rifts leading to different chaotic worlds, it would definitely be able to use the temple's summoning spell to make contact with the God of Hooks in the abyss and "invite" his will out. Even if it was not the complete will, even if only a part of the will returned, it would still be considered a success.

But now it felt a strange sense of bewilderment, as if a problem had occurred in one of its carefully planned steps, but it couldn't find the problem at all, which made it fall into self-doubt.

It shouldn't be like this.

...

What caused all this confusion was feedback from the depths of the abyss.

That's not the god of hooking fingers, absolutely not.

Even if the other party has disguised itself so skillfully that it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing, and even the hook priests behind him may not be able to tell the difference, Aegon can tell the difference because it is an aggregate of the temple's faith power, which belongs to the hook god. In essence, it can be said that it is a part of the hook god.

The problem is, it used the method of summoning the god of hooks, so why did it receive a response from another being?

That wasn't even the corrupted or mutated God of Hooks; He had absolutely no relation to the God of Hooks!
...

Aegon's initial confusion and bewilderment gradually turned into panic.

It discovered that a wrong summoned object in the abyss had begun to entangle it.

I am like a rope hanging down a cliff, but the one holding the rope is a strange, powerful and terrifying entity. It has not been weakened by the abyss, but has started to climb up the rope after discovering it.

Throughout this entire process, Aegon failed to find the hook god he was looking for.

...

It doesn't understand where the problem lies.

Something at the bottom of that abyss was pushing itself outwards, but Aegon was powerless to resist.

It sensed extreme malice.

It sensed the presence of emptiness.

What it saw was a deep blue mist, and eyes behind the mist.

...

That's not the god of hooking fingers.

The god of hook fingers would not unleash such terrible malice upon the vessel of his faith.

What crawls out of that abyss step by step seems to be a physical universe, a symbol of emptiness, death, and end, which regards life as a mistaken existence in the universe.

As the will from the abyss drew ever closer, more and more strange visions entered Aegon's mind.

That was something beyond its comprehension; it didn't exist in the memories of its own faith and will, nor in the list of summoned creatures from other dimensions, nor even in the records of the external deities in the Temple of Hooking for the War of the Stars.

That was a presence that made Aegon tremble; it had never felt such unfamiliar and powerful hostility.

It even had a vague illusion that even if the God of Hooks at his peak were here, he would not be able to protect himself in the face of this will.

……

Where is the problem?

In a daze, Aegon suddenly realized that what lay before him was not actually a dozen or so abyssal rifts.

Instead, there is only one.

Yes, it only sensed fluctuations from a deep abyss world.

If there are twelve abyssal rifts, then there should be twelve worlds evolving from chaotic order.

Can……

How could there be twelve rifts all leading to the same world?

...

Unless, this is a trap from the start.

A trap meticulously designed for its own arrival.

...

Aegon abruptly turned to look at the Nebula Giant in the distance behind him, whose status had inexplicably increased by 1. He had previously put the matter of the Nebula Giant aside to begin the summoning ritual as soon as possible, but now he suddenly realized the truth.

The extra Nebula Giant was not due to its summoning magic, nor did the giant itself possess any law of replication.

It was achieved by another external force.

The purpose of that external force was not to sincerely help the Temple of Hookshot, but to use the sudden force of the collision of the Nebula Giants to distract the Shadow from the battlefield so that Aegon could officially enter the summoning ritual.

Their goal is to make that thing in the abyss crawl out...

As for the Abyssal Rift, since it can increase the Nebula Giant by +1, it doesn't seem like an unimaginable thing to increase the Abyssal Rift by +12.

...

Aegon was deeply shaken and even began to break down.

It was meticulously planned.

This time, the biggest enemy is not Shadow at all.

Now, Aegon even hoped that the red-haired woman who had left would return and violently interrupt his summoning ritual.

Because Aegon couldn't think of any other way to cut the rope that was protruding into the abyss. The thing was climbing out, but the other end of the rope was tightly bound to its own will, and it couldn't cut it by its own strength.

The summoning ritual is now being led by that terrifying being from the abyss; Aegon has clearly lost all control.

……

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In fact, if Aegon had been a little more patient and less impatient, he wouldn't have found it difficult to notice. Although there are clearly more than a dozen abyssal rifts here, the chaotic order raging within the Kingdom of Kem is of only one kind: influencing the awakening will of its people.

If all of these dozen or so rifts were real and independent, then the Kingdom of Kem would definitely not be as "normal" as it is now.

However, only Milo realized this problem; neither the Hook Temple nor the group of Abyss Scholars Cat realized it.

There is only one explanation: there is one and only one abyssal rift.

There was only one Nebula Giant.

And the only rule in this world has the ability to add +12 and +1 to these things.

Fractal rules.

This is a complete scam.

...

The Temple of Hooked Finger was deceived.

Usa Cat was tricked.

Although it's a little hard to admit, everyone was indeed fooled, including Milo.

...

……

At this moment, the man carrying bread in one hand and a hammer in the other stood on the roof of a building. Below him was the monastery that had once belonged to him, and before him lay the ruins of the town's central street.

A series of expressions, such as realization, sudden understanding, and relief, kept changing in his cloudy eyes. Finally, his eyes settled into a clear state.

Gradually, their eyes began to merge.

The face finally twisted back into Imnar's original features, a face that frequently evolved fractal phenomena, with countless lines and flocculents constantly overlapping, replicating, forming vortexes and branching plant branches and leaves.

He is back.

Fraudster.

The greatest fraudster in history.

He fooled everyone once again in order to make this comeback.

He even lied to himself.

(End of this chapter)