Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 121 The Bet Between Rosen and Amon

Chapter 121 The Bet Between Rosen and Amon

"What, don't you think so?" Rosen gave a bright and innocent smile.

Upon hearing this, Amon raised his hand to adjust his monocle, and smiled as well, saying matter-of-factly, "Isn't that the truth? Anyone can betray you, but you will never betray yourself."

"But if that's the case, life will be much less fun." Rosen looked at him and retorted seriously, "Trusting others is also an interesting experience."

Amon chuckled upon hearing this, then looked at Rosen and said slowly, "Rosen, who do you trust?"

His gaze swept over Klein, Medici, and the others beside him, finally settling on Rosen. He smiled and said, "Do you really trust your friends 100%? I don't think so. Rosen, even someone as weak as you doesn't fully trust these so-called friends."

"I don't disagree with that." Rosen smiled, his gaze also sweeping over the others.

The two Kleins reacted very similarly to Rosen's words, somewhat helpless but not surprised. After exchanging a glance, the Fourth Era Klein raised his hand and said, "Is it possible that one shouldn't be too two-dimensional? Trust doesn't necessarily need to be 100%, it's enough if it's close enough."

Medici simply gave a mocking smile and said, "If He really gave me all His trust so easily, I would laugh at Him."

Antigonus looked somewhat confused, glanced around before pointing to himself and saying, "Friends shouldn't include me, right?"

Isn't he a dog?

"Good boy! Go play with your sister over there." Rosen patted the wolf's head and said.

Antigonus, looking relieved, immediately pulled the Heavenly Mother to a corner to squat down.

He didn't really want to get involved in Rosen's family affairs, nor was it something He should be involved in.

Antigonus was self-aware; although he had submitted to Rosen, he was still considered an outsider at the moment.

Rosen then looked at Amon again and said, "I never truly trusted them 100%, just as they never truly trusted me. But trust isn't something you give your all to from the start. It's something that grows gradually. Perhaps we can't fully trust each other now, but who can guarantee that in the future, that trust won't reach 100%?"

"What if that day never came?" Amon asked with a smile.

"No, no, that's fine!" Rosen shrugged nonchalantly, saying, "Demanding 100% trust is pretty anti-human. I've always believed in 'good enough'!"

He wasn't that sentimental; he believed that not trusting someone absolutely meant not trusting them at all. In Rosen's view, having some reservations was human nature.

"Ha!" Amon sneered, "That's why you regard the true creator as Sasriel."

Rosen glanced at Amon thoughtfully, then suddenly realized, "Amon, I didn't expect you to be a perfectionist."

If a father isn't 100% perfect, he's not a father; if someone isn't 100% loyal, you'd rather not have them at all—isn't that perfectionism?

Amon clearly understood the meaning of perfectionism. He glanced at Rosen and said, "Is that not allowed?"

"Of course!" Rosen nodded, then suddenly smiled and said, "But from another perspective, since you, Amon, believe that loyalty is not absolute, and therefore absolutely disloyal, why not try making some disloyal friends, try having some disloyal followers?"

"Am I sick?" Amon said, but the look in his eyes at Rosen clearly said, "You're sick."

"Being overly perfectionistic is a disease," Rosen said seriously, then he smiled and said, "Amon, how about we make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?" Amon asked, looking at him.

"I'm betting on whether I'll betray my father in the future, and whether my father will betray me in the future," Rosen said with a grin.

Upon hearing this, not only Amon, but also the two Kleins watching the show instinctively sat up straight, and Medici frowned as well.

Amon narrowed his eyes, staring at Rosen before him, as if trying to figure out what the other was thinking at this moment.

Rosen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then slowly said, "Uncle doesn't trust me, and I don't trust you either. You probably all know that. We only maintain a facade of harmony by being wary of each other and using each other."

Amon neither confirmed nor denied this, but subconsciously pushed up his monocle.

Rosen continued with a laugh, "Our relationship is as fragile as a spider's thread. In Amon's worldview, such a relationship should be so fragile that it would break at the slightest touch, just like ours right now!"

Amon didn't refute, and said, "So you're betting that neither of these things will happen?"

"Yeah, right!" Rosen nodded matter-of-factly, then looked at Amon and asked, "And what about you?"

Amon remained silent for a few seconds, not answering directly, but instead asking, "What's the stake?"

"The bet is simple. If I lose, I'll find a way to take you to the Third Era so you can see your beloved father again," Rosen said with a smile, resting his chin on his hand. "If you lose, you'll experience the life of a normal person."

"This doesn't sound like it would do you any good either," Amon said suspiciously, looking at Rosen.

"That makes sense!" Rosen stroked his chin, nodded thoughtfully, and continued, "Then let's add one more condition: if you lose, you'll be my lackey, the kind who serves tea and water, for a hundred years. And it can't be an avatar; it has to be the real me who becomes this lackey."

Amon looked up at him, and after a few seconds asked, "How long is the bet?"

"Why don't you decide?" Rosen said with a smile, "You can decide for as long as you want! The longer the time, the better for you!"

Upon hearing this, Amon pursed his lips, gazed at Rosen, and after a moment said, "The time will end on the day you become a god."

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"Sure!" Rosen nodded nonchalantly, looking at Amon with a smile, and said, "So in your judgment, I, or the Sun God, can only endure until the day I become a god?"

Amon gave a slight smile, saying without any emotion, "I bet you'll all betray each other."

"Then the bet is settled!" Rosen suddenly became serious at this moment. He looked at Amon and said earnestly, "Don't try to break the agreement, Amon. I will witness everything."

"What?" Amon was stunned for a moment. At that moment, he suddenly became dazed. In his hazy consciousness, he smelled the fragrance of flowers and saw black ram horns appearing and disappearing on Rosen's head.

"The top of your head—?" Amon asked almost instinctively.

"What did you see?" Rosen raised an eyebrow and asked.