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"Put the Atlas of the Geography of the Kingdom in the physical geography area on the third floor...... the Selected Poems of Russell 13457, 2 and 6 have already been borrowed, and the second and third days will expire......

"The Fairy Tales of Russell...... No pea vines? I remember this, her daughter used it in Beckland. ”

"How many 'fairy tales' are actually real things?"

"The Chronicle of Trier Development? This is the version from 12 years ago, and the new version of the official Intis has not yet entered the library for a year and a half, so it has to be kept and placed in the historical documents section on the fourth floor...... Recently, there have been so many people who have come to borrow historical geography unexpectedly, is it because of the "Law on the Examination of Government Employees of the Kingdom of Rune"? There are still four months to go before the exam, and the literature and history category recruits the most people. ”

Amon pushed a cart full of books and walked leisurely through the huge library. His gaze swept over the large shelves several meters high, and he could clearly see the number on the crest of each book, and accurately remove the misplaced books.

He wears a librarian's uniform, a goose-yellow scarf around his neckline, and a metal city logo pinned to his chest.

This logo is exquisitely crafted and sparkling, and he likes it so much that he is willing to use it as his current jewelry.

The midday staff meal includes a vegetable salad, fresh juice and East Chester-style chicken pie.

The city is located to the north, inland and away from the sea, so smoked fish, grilled fish and various seafood products are sold at a slightly higher price. And it has been influenced by the food of neighboring countries, and the city mainly has sweet and spicy flavors, and roast chicken and various meats are quite delicious.

Amon loved the bakery outside the city library, which was known for its cream bread, but the roast chicken he sold was his favorite flavor, which he ate almost every day before he got his current status.

Right now...... Not anymore. Once he became "Amon", he had no hobbies other than professional needs. The bartender Amon needs to be able to drink, but the librarian doesn't need to like to eat roast chicken from a certain store, and a working meal is sufficient.

Hobbies belong to the ontology, and the qualitative power over things also belongs to the ontology, and all the rights are ontological.

After putting the cart of books in his hand, he took out his pocket watch and confirmed the time: 11:15 a.m., a quarter of an hour before he left work for lunch, and two hours and a quarter of an hour before he went to work in the afternoon. The morning book sorting is over, and it's time for the shift change in the afternoon.

Changing shifts is to go to the book borrowing office on the first floor to sit, and the person who comes will register, and the book will not be returned within the time limit according to the contact information to find someone, if it is stealing books, stealing, or falsifying contact information, then notify the police station after the inspection...... In the half month that Amon worked, the act of stealing books disappeared entirely. For as the oldest thief (one hundredth of the hundredths), Amon could easily discern the bad thoughts. When the book thief leaves with the book, he finds that he has only returned with some used scratchbooks and his wallet is gone.

Amon made a lot of money in this way.

It's very Amun, and it has nothing to do with the profession.

He went back to the first floor and lowered the cart to the wall.

People are leaving the library right now, but they often come back after lunch. The four-story reading area is full of young people who want to become employees in their next exam, as well as university students who are looking up information for their papers. To get a spot, you have to queue up when the museum opens at 8 a.m., and many people stay until it closes at 8 p.m. before leaving.

Walking to the front desk, Amon rubbed his hands and pulled up the collar of his winter overalls.

Although the city library is heated, the door on the first floor is open from time to time, and the indoor temperature is not high.

The shift changer was still working, so he found a random place in the middle of the bookshelf to rest against the wall. The demigod's memory and numeracy skills allow him to finish his work early every time, with plenty of time to fish. He rested in a hidden and warm corner, watching from afar as humans were writing and shuttling among the many bookshelves, like a swarm of industrious ants, carrying "knowledge".

He casually turned his head, just in time to meet his eyes with himself in the reflection of the glass on the wall.

Amon saw himself smiling in the mirror.

So he closed his eyes, turned away, and stole the memory of those few seconds he had just had, and threw it away.

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

"The three-second memory is gone."

"Did I see 'him' again?"

He rubbed his eyebrows, took off his monocle, pinched the bridge of his nose and eyes, and then hesitated for a moment, not putting them back on immediately.

He sat in silence for five minutes, not looking at anything reflective, and then slowly recited a string of honorific names.

"Father."

Amon whispered, "He's questioning me again, maybe I'm questioning myself." ”

Amon's answer was always frustrating for him, he showed all sorts of things different, he showed a lot of special things, and now he was trapped by the mirror, by the "kind" who once occupied this identity, and his father still just said things that didn't make sense.

"You are all Amun, and you have to reconcile with yourselves."

My father never seemed to realize that he was different.

He put on his glasses and looked at the mirror again, which was only himself, but after a blink of an eye, the shadow pinched his right eye socket and smiled mockingly at him.

'Deviant. ’

'A defective product domesticated by an outer god. ’

The shadow began to distort, features and silhouettes distorted like melting candles, and then it was determined to form an Amun as if it were made up of many faces and many Amun. But compared to the one in front of the window, only the expression is different, and the others are not much different.

'What did she give you, that you were willing to kill yourself?' ’

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

"You despise me, you don't know how to gather intelligence, you don't know how to use the terrain, and you use stereotypes that I don't have helpers."

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

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

He knew better than anyone else that it was just an illusion, just like in the human drama, where the slain became the murderer of the dream demon, and when he dreamed back at midnight, he fell into a dream and reprimanded. But Amon knew that this was definitely not a "guilt" or "weakness of heart", but-

Afraid.

Only the ontology has the right to dispose of the clone, kill or promote. Only then can the ontology have the right to freely choose hobbies and purposes, and the ontology can ...... After arriving in the outside world, killing another Amon and replacing him, he was shocked to realize that the outer gods were using the privileges of the body to indulge him.

But fear and excitement are twins, and now, he is used to it, he is used to these hobbies that "belong exclusively" to himself, as the phantom says, he is domesticated by this freedom, and willingly does all kinds of rebellious actions for this freedom.

He desperately wanted to be recognized, like that of the true Creator. At the same time, he was also terrified that if the true Creator really approved of him, then he, then he-

INTERVIEWER Is there also the possibility of becoming an "ontology"?

Is this the future that the outer gods want to see?

"Green? Green! ”

A colleague's shout interrupted Amon's thoughts, and it turned out that it was time to leave work. He immediately stood up and pretended that he was not fishing, and the short-haired blond colleague smiled habitually and stretched out his hand to greet him:

"Are we going to have lunch together? There are chicken pies that you like. ”

I like, yes, I- like, yes, I like...... Amon now felt relieved to hear such a clear word, but he suddenly wanted to do something else, so he politely declined the invitation of his colleague:

"I'd like to take a break and go again."

"Maybe the pie is going to run out?"

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

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"Symbol of Fire and Iron ......"

"Lord of Turmoil and Strife...... Not at all great god of war ......"

A mysterious prayer came to his mind, and Medici raised an eyebrow, put down the letter from the hunter who was about to join him, walked to the couch, and sat down.

"Little crow?" The not-great-great god of war sneered, "You low-level provocation is like a child being angry!" ”

"If you're in front of me, are you going to steal something from me?"

A particular Amon's voice appeared in her head, as calm as if nothing had been heard:

"Whenever I feel you're reliable, you speak."

Medici burst out laughing, she wanted to amuse the boy who had worked hard to learn to be provocative, but she also knew that if she continued to talk about it, the other party would not share the trouble with her. So she said:

"Yes, yes, yes."

"What's the matter with me, the 'conspiracy' spell works well, doesn't it?"

The charm from the angelic spirit is of course useful, and it is purchased for a box of East Chester sustenance. Since the hunter still does not have a sequence one, and the only point of the "God of War" and the Red Priest is still on Medici, she can barely make a plausible prototype of the kingdom of God to accept the sacrifice - since this thing can be used as the kingdom of God, it is the kingdom of God!

"Works."

Medici thought that the sweet and spicy sauce was very good, and Amon prayed to her that she remembered it again, so she said more: "This thing is very popular in the Aurora Society, and it is already being eaten with the sacrament fish, you can send a few more boxes." ”

Then she asked: "It's easy to use, you've also succeeded, what are you still gambling about?" ”

Amun, who was resting in his one-man dormitory, turned the mirror on the table over, and the self in the mirror began to laugh again, but he didn't start to say anything. He said to Medici:

"I may be out of control."

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

So Amon set up the mirror and looked at the ill-conceived apparition in the mirror with an ornamental look. Obviously, he didn't really want to admit that it was him, both occult and real.

"I may be out of control."

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

"I'm denying 'Amon's personality, and even the way of being."

Medici became interested and found a drink: "Tell us more?" ”

"I took his identity, his destiny, and his destiny was to work in this library for forty years, and then retire and steal an identity to go to another city. If you are summoned by the ontology halfway, then abandon this identity to fulfill the will of the ontology. ”

"Huh?"

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

Amon took a book from the shelf, flipped to a certain page, took out a folded piece of paper, and unfolded:

"The identities of two of my colleagues have been exchanged, one is wealthy, and the other is dependent on this salary to survive, and he thinks that the wealthy and selfish one will not give money to his family, and wants to confirm it."

Medici opened himself a packet of potato chips, ate them on the ground, and deliberately ate them loudly so that Amon could hear: "What is the result?" ”

"A selfish colleague starved two people to death in the family. Then their identities were returned, and the poor one thought he had done it himself. ”

"Oh."

Amon glanced at the unchanged shadow in the mirror and said bluntly, "Then he felt a glimmer of joy when that colleague was in pain and bearing the scolding of his family, fleeting happiness. He found the gap interesting and looked for his next target. ”

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

Amon continued: "This time he didn't adjust his memory, and the curator suddenly became penniless, and the beggar became the curator. ”

"The result?"

"No results." Amon said, "I'm coming." I replaced him, and these strange fates were put back. ”

Then the beggar committed suicide...... Amon didn't say it, he thought it was weird.

Medici took a few sips of cold beer loudly and smacked his lips:

"Sounds like you've done a good thing."

"So, what do you have to do with me looking for me?"

Amon took his mind off wanting to eat potato chips and drink beer, and said as he thought, "Amon lives like this, and I don't think it's much fun to play like this, but I can't find a more fun way to live." ”

Oh—Medici sees, it's a lost lamb!

"Then let's see what humans do at this time, to get some excitement, such as extreme sports?"

"We can fly."

"So, traveling around the world?"

"We've traveled all over the world, even in Godforsaken Lands."

Medici then spread his hands and gradually smacked his tone: "You see, you already have everything, and what you don't have can be obtained from Amun's memory, what else in this world will make you find interesting?" Do you want to go to heaven? Want to go for a walk in the stars? ”

Amon felt a little angry: "What about you, Medici? You're also a mythical creature that has everything and seen everything, so why do you still find different kinds of fun? ”

"For I am the conqueror, the war and the strife, the most direct intersection between men! As long as there are still people who yearn for power and status, the war will never stop. Medici was serious for two seconds, and then suddenly revealed the provocateur's true colors, "Look at you again, Amon!" You're a thief, a virus, a bug! People don't like you, you don't like people, no~people~need~want~you~! ”

Card! A crack appeared in Amon's monocle.

Just as he was about to have a seizure, Medici suddenly changed his words again:

"So, if you're going to leave Amun's way of life, then you have to have your own ideas and goals."

"You like people to be bad to people, but if you think it's boring to bully the weak, why don't you try to challenge the strong?"

Amon took off his monocle and got a new one. He felt as if he was holding a volcano in his heart, unable to erupt it, and stuffy and uncomfortable.

"Powerful challenge?"

"Yes." The Lord of Turmoil and Strife said with interest, "You were happy when you defeated this Amun, didn't you?" I remember you were very happy because you thought you couldn't win, and when you won, you came to show me as soon as you won. ”

This sense of accomplishment is unique to you! There is nothing Amon can share with you, and you cannot obtain from any Amun, not even your essence......"

Speaking of this, Medici smiled disdainfully: "Because your kind, your being, are cowards!" ”

"So, if you want to deny them, you'll have to be bold and do something that your ontology doesn't dare to do in Sequence 3."

Amon did not answer, and Medici took advantage of the situation to fan and said in a very seductive tone:

"-Perhaps, one day, you will challenge your ontology?"

"It's been a long time since I've wanted to see her self-righteous face smashed."

……

At the end of the call, Medici looked out the window at the sky for a moment, and then heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The wooden door of the hotel was pushed open, and a man of unattractive appearance entered. When he entered the house and closed the door, the flesh and blood on his body began to squirm, revealing his original appearance, and the most striking change was that he had scurried up a little taller.

The visitor bowed slightly to Medici on the sofa, and did not show any unusual signs of strange movements on the sofa with her left hand beer and right hand potato chips butt on the sofa and legs on the table, and greeted very calmly:

"Gui'an, Your Highness the Red Angel."

Medici looked at him twice, shook the share of the file in his hand, and smiled maliciously:

"Your last name is Sauron?"

"That's my mother's family." Trainor replied, "I'm no longer a sharer of the glory of House Sauron. ”

When can I change my last name. He thought to himself, and it was horrifying to think that I would be called "Mr. Vaughn" on the same terms as my father.

"I don't need to be introduced, I know who you are. Your father...... Scold. ”

Medici laughed meaningfully, and read in an exaggerated tone:

"The calamity that travels across the borders, the wars that spread on the seas...... Boy, your resume is sparkling and pretty impressive. ”

She snorted twice, deliberately swept the young hunter's face out of the corner of her eye, and when she saw that the other party still had a calm expression, she smiled and said:

"You have the air of your father."

Trainor resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "You've won the prize, and my father will be happy to hear you say that." ”

"What about you?"

"I'm honored because it's a compliment from the god of war."

Trenor stroked the Red Angel along the fur, then paused, and said earnestly, "But Your Highness the Red Angel, please don't let these meaningless words occupy our precious working time. My maternal grandfather and the rest of my elders, each of them were able to utter a more lethal provocation than yours. ”

TBC

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First, let the outer gods give him freedom and self. Secondly, let the war give him courage and ambition.

In the end, what will he become?

Digression: I've received feedback from recent readers, and I'm thinking about speeding up the plot to adjust the outline.