Hearing Amun's exclamation, "You're mad!" Caine tilted his head back and laughed heartily. "I've simply followed your arrangements in stepping aside—only more thoroughly than you imagined." As he spoke, a translucent seal emerged on the cold, eerie mask covering his forehead—a strange portal tinged with a hint of deep indigo. The same phenomenon enveloped Caine himself. Beneath his semi-transparent, dark cloak, an increasing number of slick, otherworldly tentacles burst forth, dense and spreading, growing longer and longer, gradually filling the surrounding sky. With his eyes growing ever more shadowed, Caine smiled at Amun. "To me, it's better that the one who came before be restored than that you become the 'Lord of the Strange.'" Once his mental state stabilized and he fully grasped the key to Amun's sudden assault, Klein, embracing the mindset of "relinquishment," initially eased the suppression of Amun's will within him, allowing the latter to be further resurrected. It was precisely because of this that, at critical moments, he could more effectively command the "Source Citadel," draw upon its "erroneous" power, and successfully avoid the spatial collapse orchestrated by Amun. Without waiting for Amun's response, Klein smiled noticeably, his lips curving upward: "You were able to recover swiftly after being contaminated by the 'Source Citadel' and exhibiting signs of madness, and even reverse the situation to leverage the Citadel itself, producing the effect of 'blind folly.' You managed to remain stable without entering a semi-frenzied state after releasing the suppression of Amun's will—this is due to the presence of external forces supporting you." "You should have a crucial doppelgänger—indeed, even a self-deprecating embodiment like Palis, who rests in Adam, personally maintained by this 'visionary' entity, ensuring your mental well-being. As long as the revival of the 'Mysterious Lord's' will remains within Adam's capacity and doesn't lose control, you will not go mad. Therefore, your most serious vulnerability lies in maintaining a consistent connection between yourself and that body. Once this connection is disrupted, your condition will falter. Under the division of the 'Source Citadel,' this connection is inherently fragile. By deliberately presenting yourself as half-mad, you not only prompt me to seek opportunities in this direction, triggering your pre-set traps, but also conceal this very point, preventing me from launching a campaign centered on preserving that connection. Of course, beyond this, there are numerous other issues, for you have not yet fully prepared yourself." "If I had detected these developments earlier, even if I possessed only the unique Angel King, I would have had a way to defeat you." Amun listened quietly, adjusted his crystal single-lens glasses held in the crease of his right eye socket, and smiled gently, exhaling a soft sigh. Seeing this, Caine shook his head with a smile. "You are indeed powerful, cunning, and terrifying—fully deserving of the title 'God of Deception.' If I hadn't already considered what I would do should you drive me to the brink with no other options, I would have hesitated just now, and even a slight hesitation would have cost me my life by now." With that, Amun would completely secure "The Source Citadel," thereby preventing Caine from returning from the historical haze and allowing him to never rise again. Amun gazed steadily at the increasingly strange tendrils extending from beneath Caine's dark cloak, took a slow breath, and smiled. "Your 'Master of Mysteries' is truly beginning to awaken." Klein's smile now carried a slightly neurotic quality: "You can also join in this contest. Our next battle is simple—we compete to see whose 'Master of the Mysterious' will awakens within them more deeply, whose grasp over the 'Source Citadel' is stronger. Fifty percent, seventy percent, ninety percent, all the way to one hundred percent. Then—crack!—we explode, and He returns. How about that? Would you like to wager on it, seeing who will collapse first? It's thrilling, engaging, and perfectly aligned with your tastes—much like the popular roulette game in Fyssak. Two players each hold a six-shot revolver, one bullet in each. They take turns pressing the trigger against their own temple, and whoever gives in first is deemed the victor. If neither gives in and both persevere until the end, then there will be no winner—only He will prevail." Amun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he smiled, saying nothing. Klein gazed at Him, smiling warmly and said: "Though you've always been renowned for seeking excitement and daring ventures, you've consistently achieved your goals—often without any loss, and in many cases, even gaining substantial rewards. On rare occasions, you've merely lost some of your manifestations or incurred minor material losses; you've never truly suffered severe injury or been brought to the brink of crisis. Every action of yours seems meticulously planned, with a clear exit strategy even in the event of failure. Does this suggest that you place greater value on your own life than I imagined? You certainly enjoy excitement and seek pleasure, but the image of being willing to sacrifice everything for them may merely be a carefully crafted facade. How could the true 'God of Deception' risk himself in such a manner? Of course, this is merely my personal speculation—perhaps it's entirely mistaken. Still, shall we take a chance?" Amun brushed his single-piece crystal spectacles, exhaled with a sound reminiscent of Medici, and remarked: "You're quite mad." "Klein smiled and replied, 'To others, this indeed seems mad. To me, it's merely a choice. I'd rather believe in the former 'Mysterious Sovereign'—He is the true ancient one, gazing down upon the cosmos, viewing most beings as mere insects. That very perspective makes Him seem distant from reality. Moreover, I still have time to invite the 'God of the Lamp' as a witness, and ask the 'Mysterious Sovereign' to commit to something simple and insignificant in His eyes.' With that, Klein exaggerated a flourish at the corner of his mouth, saying, 'I won't lose much—only myself. There are always things that transcend the rest.' Amun maintained a smile, yet said nothing. Klein then glanced around, and among the floating fragments of wilderness in the void, he located the 'God of the Lamp' and the 'Trenzost Bronze Book.' He burst into laughter: "Look, I haven't been punished. That means I haven't lied—I've told the truth." In reality, the rules established by the "Trenzost Bronze Book" had already begun to falter even before the arrival of the "Stars" and the collapse of the divine realm; the Amon themselves had long since grown bold enough to attempt multiple instances of collective theft. Yet Klein's primary purpose wasn't to prove anything in particular through this, but rather to demonstrate his resolve, determination—his very madness. Indeed, he had spoken the truth, and was genuinely committed to putting his words into action; otherwise, he could not have managed to evade detection by the Amon, nor could he have exerted sufficient pressure upon them. The Amon smiled calmly, showing no signs of agitation: "That sounds quite interesting." "Is it? Then let's begin," Klein replied without hesitation, his eyes growing ever more profound. The Amon's smile momentarily stiffened, and his palms closed tightly together. From beneath his classical black robe, a series of smooth, strange, and sinister tentacles surged forth. His presence underwent a certain transformation, and his form seemed to be draped in a deep cloak. At this moment, Amun began to resemble the "Mysterious Lord" more closely. Yet He was not competing with Caine in the degree of awakening of the "Mysterious Lord" within him, but rather concealing his true nature, thereby deceiving the "Source Citadel" and introducing corresponding "bugs" to create an opportunity for separation. This is much like a virus infiltrating a host: first, it must make the host believe it is one of their own, thereby evading detection, and only then can it disable the defense mechanisms to achieve its intended purpose. When a fruit appears like a strawberry, smells like a strawberry, and tastes like a strawberry, it will essentially be recognized as a strawberry. Yet, exceptions may very well exist. At this point, if Amun appears as the "Mysterious Sovereign," radiates the aura of the "Mysterious Sovereign," possesses abilities akin to the "Mysterious Sovereign," and bears a spiritual imprint resembling the "Mysterious Sovereign," then, combined with the "error" power, it will certainly cause the "Source Citadel" to momentarily mistake him for the "Mysterious Sovereign." Suddenly, the once-mighty and ancient "Fool" divine realm of Kline collapses completely, revealing the grand palace and its weathered long table within. The previously gray-white mist, which had been situated beneath the "Source Citadel," now rises and envelops the entire space. The gray-white mist split into two waves, colliding fiercely at a certain point, generating one vortex after another that tore downward, creating fissures leading into reality. For a single instant, the power of "The Source Citadel" became self-contradictory, as if uncertain which "Master of Mysteries" to obey. Amun's form vanished instantly, using the authority of "The Gate" to rush directly toward beyond "The Source Citadel." As he reached the edge, his body momentarily stalled, then fell backward. Seated at the position of "The Fool," Caine smiled gently, his brow and the radiant gates surrounding him growing increasingly tangible, as though solid. This radiated an aggregation force so powerful it was unimaginable, like an invisible hand forcibly pulling Amun back! Amun's body suddenly fragmented, transforming into countless versions of himself. Before each of these Amuns, a shimmering stellar gate appeared. In silence and without a sound, one after another, these stellar gates opened simultaneously—yet before the Amons could flee, long, slick, and strangely sinister tendrils surged forth from the boundless darkness behind the gates, blocking their path. At the tips of these tendrils, one by one, brilliant stars ignited, instantly enveloping the Amons. The Amons could not help but coalesce into a single, unified concept. This concept included, but was not limited to, pointed soft hats, classical black robes, single-lens spectacles, fate, time, keys, gates, bugs, and chariots. Cayenne slowly rose, smiling gently at the Amons now passively conceptualized. "You could also help awaken the will of the Master of Mysteries further—though this differs from death, and will certainly affect the body at Adam’s location." The conceptualized Amons swiftly regained their physical form, drawing upon the authority of "the Gate" to escape the previous state. With a smile on his lips, He didn't respond to Caine, seizing the opportunity to apply the "Error" power's ability of substitution—using a prepared duplicate stationed outside to replace himself and swap positions with Caine. This mirrored the exchange of the body and soul in the "Seer" domain's true form, but at a higher level, with a different principle, one that would rarely be disrupted under ordinary circumstances. Yet, Amun still failed. He discovered that his "Error" power had been forcibly suppressed. As Caine slowly rose, more slick, otherworldly tentacles swirled around him, and the smile on his face grew increasingly exaggerated. Then, Amun's eyes went blank, his smile froze, and his single-piece crystal spectacles lost their luster. At the same time, the cold, eerie mask on Caine's face began to ripple. "Blindly foolish" effect! The very next moment, he fused himself with a specific concept in the starry sky and used the power of "deception" to influence the corresponding environment. The slick tentacles surrounding him curved, like revolvers, aiming precisely at Amun. Within Amun's still-dazed eyes, a supernova erupted. A sea of light unlike anything imaginable surged forth, intense and blazing, shattering his single pair of glasses and engulfing his body.