HPxLOTM: A Wizard's Path to Divinity-Chapter 711: The Collective "Mons" Suffer a Calamity

Chapter 711: Chapter 711: The Collective "Mons" Suffer a Calamity

Amon chuckled. "Heh—was what I just said not clear enough? Or are you simply unwilling to believe it? Someone has already advanced to Red Priest ahead of you!"

"Impossible!"

Lilith snorted coldly. "The two Conqueror Beyonder characteristics are in my hands. How could anyone else advance?"

By now, Amon’s skin had turned a decayed purple-black. One Worm of Time after another crawled out of his body and died almost instantly, yet he continued to grin. "Heh heh, why don’t you take another look at those two Conqueror characteristics right now? Do you really think my main body helped Adam deal with Edward last time for no reason at all?"

"..."

At this moment, Klein broke free from Amon’s control and hurriedly shouted, "Lilith, don’t listen to him! He’s deceiving you!"

But Lilith could hear the ring of truth in Amon’s tone. She silently took out the two Conqueror Beyonder characteristics. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong—but the instant she grasped them, Lilith immediately confirmed that both were fabrications born of imagination!

Crack!

In the next second, the two peculiar crowns—stained with rust and dried blood—were crushed in Lilith’s hand, shattering into motes of light that dissipated into nothingness.

In an instant, all the black hair on her head transformed into venomous snakes and writhing tentacles. Her expression turned incomparably sinister.

"Adam!"

At this moment, Lilith’s heart was filled with both rage and confusion.

Her rage stemmed from the fact that the loss of the two Conqueror Beyonder characteristics had essentially declared the failure of her plan to switch to the Red Priest Pathway.

Her confusion, however, came from this: the Adam who had helped Amon steal her Beyonder characteristics back then was the former Adam. But now, Adam had already fused with the True Creator, becoming Grisha Adam with the True Creator’s consciousness as the dominant will.

So...who was she supposed to take revenge on now?!

"Lilith, what are you still hesitating for? If you rush over now, there might still be a chance—"

Before Amon could finish speaking, his body abruptly transformed into a mirror riddled with cracks. The mocking smile on his face froze at that very instant. With a bang, accompanied by the shattering of the mirror, he exploded into countless fragments.

"..."

Watching from the side, Klein was utterly shaken. Although he had long known that Lilith was far from being just an ordinary little girl on the surface, and that she possessed tremendous power, seeing her so effortlessly annihilate an Angel-level avatar of Amon still left him deeply stunned.

For a moment, he stood there blankly, not knowing what to say.

Lilith clenched her fists, her silver teeth grinding audibly as she said through gritted teeth, "No! I can’t swallow this! How many times has it been already?!"

She snapped her fingers, causing a mirror to appear out of thin air, then turned to Klein and said, "Go in through here. When you come out, you’ll be in City of Silver. Go find Little Sun, and while you’re at it, see how to complete your Miracle Invoker ritual."

"The Miracle Invoker ritual?"

Klein froze for a moment, then recalled that the advancement ritual for Sequence 2: Miracle Invoker was ’Return a piece of history that has been left behind to the present era’—and City of Silver perfectly satisfied that condition.

"And you, Lilith?"

"Me?"

Lilith cracked her knuckles loudly. "I’m going to have a nice, long talk with Adam!"

"Maybe you should ask Edward fir—"

"Get moving!"

Lilith abruptly shoved Klein into the mirror. Immediately afterwards, she herself stepped into another mirror, charging straight toward the Giant King’s Court.

———

At the same time, all the Amons across the world learned of the main body’s disappearance.

As a result, this entire bunch of Amons—each harbouring their own schemes—converged almost immediately on an island in the Fog Sea, where they convened a Collective Amon Assembly.

Nearly a hundred Amons were present. Only about a third were in human form; the rest were creatures that flew in the sky, swam in the sea, or ran upon the land.

The ones organising this gathering were two Sequence 2 avatars of Amon. After advancing to Error, Amon could have split off two Sequence 1 avatars—but before he had the chance, he had been kicked straight into the Harry Potter world by Edward.

"Ahem. The main body is finished. Today, we need to vote and select a new main body."

"Agreed. And the rules of the election are simple—might makes right! Anyone who disagrees is welcome to come and try fighting me."

"That’s not fair. By your logic, we might as well just pick from among you few Sequence 2s. Why bother voting at all?"

"Yeah, exactly!"

"This is unfair!"

"Hey! Have you forgotten who you are? We’re Amon! Since when did we care about fairness? Believe it or not, I’ll eat you right now!"

"Enough, enough. We’re just waiting on the few Amons in the Forsaken Land of the Gods—especially the one who captured the Lord of Sefirah Castle. I bet the instant he learned the main body was done for, he’d immediately seize Sefirah Castle, without caring about fate or responsibility at all!"

"If that’s the case, wouldn’t the new main body be him by default?"

"Then what the hell are we voting for?"

All the Amons immediately grew gloomy.

At that moment, an elderly-looking Amon suddenly exclaimed joyfully, "Ah! Great news! The Amon who took away the Lord of Sefirah Castle has just been killed! Forget Sefirah Castle—he didn’t even keep his life. We don’t need to worry about him anymore!"

"That’s good."

"Shall we continue, then?" one Amon said. "We’re all Amon. Although there are differences in strength, our methods of deception aren’t all that different. So let’s not bother with any underhanded schemes—anyone can see through those anyway. Why don’t we be frank and vote purely from the standpoint of who becoming the new main body would be most beneficial to all Amons? What do you think?"

"Agreed!"

"I agree as well."

"Everyone write the number of the Amon you want to elect on the palm of your hand. We’ll reveal them together."

"Then, the Collective Amon Referendum begins now—"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

All the Amons raised their hands at the same time. Every single palm bore the Amon’s own number. For a moment, they all looked at one another, and one after another, sly, treacherous smiles appeared on their faces.

"Hey, what are you all doing?"

At that moment, an ill-timed voice rang out. It belonged to someone who squeezed out from between two Amons—a man in a black trench coat, wearing a silk top hat.

"Hey, are you stupid? We’ve been talking about it for ages—we’re holding a collective Amon referendum to choose a new main body."

"Did you fall asleep just now?"

"Oh."

Edward pinched his chin and nodded. "No wonder all the Amons are gathered together. Heh—worthy of being Amon’s avatars, all cut from the same cloth!"

"Hey! That makes it sound like you’re not an Amon avatar yourself."

"Exactly! Even if you’re Sequence 1, you’re still just an avatar!"

"That’s right!"

"???"

As the words fell, several Amons suddenly froze, staring straight at Edward.

"Wait—Sequence 1 Amon?"

"When did he split that one off?"

"Hold on...why does he look so familiar?"

"It’s Edward! It’s Edward!!!"

Edward chuckled, stretching out his arms to hook them around the shoulders of two Amons. Looking at the Amons who were staring at him in shock, he said, "Still voting? I’m here to collect you all!"

"!!!"

After a brief moment of silence, with a thunderous boom, all the Amons scattered like startled birds and beasts. In an instant, the entire island was filled with frantically fleeing Worms of Time, accompanied by shrill cries as they rushed in all directions.

Edward snapped his fingers lightly. One illusory door after another appeared out of thin air, instantly covering the entire island and blocking every possible escape route. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The Amons immediately attempted to traverse into the Spirit World to flee, only to discover that it too had already been wrapped in illusory doors. They tried to use Theft to steal distance and escape, but found that the space here had been completely sealed.

In an instant, all the Amons found themselves with nowhere to run.

They hurriedly clustered together, staring at Edward in terror, as though Edward were the true villain and they were all pitiful, helpless victims.

There was no helping it—Amon’s main body had been killed when it went to settle accounts with Edward. That had been an Amon who had advanced to Error. If even such an Amon could be taken down, then what were these Amons—whose highest were only Sequence 2—supposed to be in comparison?

Watching Edward approach with a smile on his face, the Amons finally refused to wait for death. One Amon shouted, "H-He’s alone! We have over a hundred Amons! What’s there to be afraid of?!"

"Exactly! One steal each, and we could drown him!"

"Right! He’s only Sequence 1! We’re Amons—creatures who aren’t even afraid of gods! Killing a mere Sequence 1 is easy!"

"I’ll count to three—then we rush him together and kill him!"

"Alright!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

As soon as "three" was shouted, all the Amons once again, without the slightest hesitation, fled in different directions. Needless to say, every attempt ended in failure.

"Weren’t we supposed to rush him together? What are you all doing?!"

"You’ve got the nerve to ask—I saw you run too!"

"It’s different! I was preserving Amon’s last spark!"

"I’m a spark too! I have to protect myself as well!"

Watching the Amons descend into chaos, Edward was momentarily speechless. He cleared his throat and coughed lightly. "Alright, enough arguing. Everyone gets their share—no one is escaping."

As he spoke, Edward’s spirituality stirred. A Sequence 0–level Fooling was cast, turning all the Amons present into idiots. He then twisted them together into a single mass, binding them like thick ropes. After that, he used the powers of the Door Pathway to open a separate space just for them and casually tossed them inside.

Some of the Amons regained their wits from the stupor and immediately began screaming in panic, "Main body, where are you?! Hurry and save us!!! We’ll never hold another referendum to choose a new main body again!!"

———

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"

The main body that the collective Amons had been desperately thinking about sneezed several times in a row, snot and tears streaming down his face. Seeing this, Dumbledore handed him a handkerchief. "Do you need this?"

Amon glanced at him, then directly used the sleeve of his newly changed wizard’s robe to wipe away the mucus and tears, raising an eyebrow in provocation.

"..."

Dumbledore silently withdrew the handkerchief. Looking at Amon in his current state, he suddenly felt much more at ease. This child called Amon...was clearly not the same kind of person as Tom.

Even so, he didn’t dare to relax completely. According to Edward, Amon’s most formidable aspect was his power of deception. Everything he was seeing might merely be a façade—something Amon wanted him to see.

"Why must we take this little boat across to the other side?"

Amon looked toward the Hogwarts castle on the opposite shore and said, "Since you can use...magic to Apparate from Diagon Alley to that village, why not just return directly to the castle?"

Dumbledore replied with a gentle smile, "First, Apparition is forbidden within the castle grounds. Second, taking the boats to Hogwarts has been a tradition of the school for hundreds of years, meant to retrace the path taken by the four Founders when they first arrived."

"Oh."

Amon folded his arms. "You humans always come up with boring reasons to do boring things."

You humans?

Dumbledore was silent for a moment before asking, "Mr. Amon, are you not human?"

Amon raised his chin slightly. "Of course not. I am a mythical creature by birth."

"A mythological creature? Then your true form is...?"

"Here."

He removed his monocle. "This is my true form."

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