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The aura above is identical to that of the River of Eternal Darkness. Not even light can exist on its surface. As the King's Soul, capable of defining death, you sense the marks of death one after another within it. These are the life and death of all things.

[Sure enough… After a long silence, you carefully stored this portion of Essence. This is the first relatively complete King Soul you've obtained. It is indeed a portion of this world's Essence, and its level is quite high.]

According to the Goddess of Night, gathering is instinctive. The higher the level, the stronger the instinct. During the ancient wars between gods, the gods mastered multiple sources through various means, which made their instinct to gather even stronger, so much so that they could no longer control themselves and took action against each other.

[As for you personally, you don't actually desire to become an Old One, but you can't let down or betray those who have placed their bets on you. Whether it's Tianzun taking over someone else's body, or Amon seizing all the Essence and becoming an Old One, these are things you can't sit idly by.]

I don't know if Amon has obtained the rest of the Essence before you, but my spiritual intuition tells you that a fierce battle is likely about to begin.

After obtaining the Death Essence of "Grave King" Nito, you lowered your right hand, pulled out an antique feather pen, and began to write.

[In the next few days, the aggregation of Beyonder characteristics will be actively accelerated. This means that Gwyn, who has currently devoted himself to the First Flame and is continuing the world of the Furnace of Fire, and Amon will approach him even faster.]

"Fool" inherently encompasses the authority of history, time, fate, change, and secrecy. In a world where Adam cannot descend, you can use "0-08" with impunity. All gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price.

Afterwards, you spent a few days making the necessary preparations, and your next target was the sunken city of Anor Londo.

Like the white dragon Seath, the four kings who ruled Anor Londo were able to meet King Gwyn after their achievements and were granted the status of princes. They were also given a portion of the power of the "Light" King's Soul by King Gwyn, and at least possessed the power of half-human, half-god.

Fate has it all. Once the second city inhabited by the Gods' people, Anor Londo was once one of the most prosperous cities in the entire continent of Lordran. However, as possessors of the King's Soul, the Four Kings possessed great power but a vulnerable spirit. They easily succumbed to the temptations of the great serpent Kaas, gaining the ability to drain life and ultimately becoming minions of the abyss. The Four Kings and their minions became soul-sucking ghosts, surviving by absorbing the humanity of others.

In order to seal the Abyss and the Soulsteed, King Gwyn ordered that Anor Londo and its people be submerged in water. The people who died became cursed undead, trapped forever in the ruins of Anor Londo.

When you arrive in Anor Londo, you'll see a completely submerged abyssal ruin. Everywhere you look are wandering underwater evil spirits, chaotic souls, dark knights, and soul-sucking ghosts.

This is a forbidden zone for life, devoid of any sign of life. Legends and myths suggest that Anor Londo secretly possesses fire-related skills, and you've discovered numerous embers of flame. As for these ghosts, they simply can't confront you directly. It didn't take you long to reach the depths of the underwater ruins, where you discovered the Four Kings of Anor Londo, clad in pitch black, with extremely strange and exaggerated figures, their bodies ravaged by the abyss.

At this moment, the leading king smiled, pulled a monocle from the pocket of his tattered clothing, and slipped it onto his right eye. He smiled and said, "It seems you understand this world better than I thought." The other three kings followed suit. Illusory doors appeared one after another around them, and countless men in classical black robes and matching pointed hats emerged from them. There were also postmen, ghosts, insects, birds, missionaries... They were all avatars of the same person.

[This is the dual path of "door" and "error" - the true god Amon! ]

The four kings of Anor Londo have already been parasitized. In just a moment, your surroundings are filled with Amons, so densely packed that you can't see the end.

Some of them transformed into mottled, ancient, blue-and-black wall clocks, attempting to stop time. Some drew a prison door, attempting to trap you inside. Some made stealing gestures, while others grasped their monocles, disrupting and attacking you.

Amon himself then "steals" power from you, transforming the Chaos-infected despair and continued decay he had previously stolen from the old witch of Izalith and her daughters into concepts and feeding them back to you, creating rounds of "explosions" within your mind.

You weren't panicking. In fact, you had already made preparations. At this moment, you sensed King Gwyn's presence. He had already emerged from the Primordial Furnace and, according to the Beyonder's Law of Aggregation, had arrived near Anor Londo.

You "grafted" yourself and Gwyn's powerful personality together, and in an instant, you transformed into a translucent cloak and a strange, cold mask. Slippery tentacles extended from beneath the cloak.

This is the mythical form of the Fool, a Fool close to its former self. Immediately afterwards, you invoked the power of fooling once more. A massive halo of light quickly swept across the surroundings, activating the power of blind folly! The faces of all the surrounding Amons froze for a moment. Seizing this opportunity, you activated fooling for the third time.

[But this time you're fooling history. You've severed yourself from your own few seconds of self at this moment, and that moment, imbued with despair and decay, has become your historical projection!]

[And the next second, your historical projection also exploded, turning into a ball of concepts.]

[These concepts include but are not limited to loss, confusion, pain, unfulfilled desire, festering, pain, and despair.]

You "grafted" this concept onto Amon, causing his sanity to rapidly decline. Now, it's Amon who's on the verge of losing control, and the smile that had always been on his face has finally frozen.

Afterwards, you and Amon engaged in the most grandiose and intense battle this world has ever seen. Although it wasn't thrilling on the surface, it actually perfectly demonstrated the concept and the power of High-Sequence Experts.

In the end, you still had the last laugh. Despite Amon's fiercest resistance, even going to great lengths to create a corresponding "bug" in an attempt to forcibly steal the King's Soul from you and create an opportunity to ascend to the Old One, he still failed. The slippery tentacles around you transformed into rays of light, shining like sunlight, rushing towards the opponent and submerging his body.

"This seems very interesting." Amon simply curled his lips and said lightly.

As Amon vanished from the spot, streaks of light, drawn by invisible gravity, rushed towards you. You opened your hand and grasped it. It was the twelve-linked Worm of Time, a worm forged from brilliant starlight. It was a key forged from pure starlight, containing layers of illusory portals. It was a monocle polished from a single crystal. (You have obtained the Authority Item: Worm of Time Trait) (You have obtained the Authority Item: "Star Key Trait") (You have obtained the Authority Item: Gate Sequence Uniqueness) (You have obtained the Authority Item: Amon's Monocle))