Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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—God has awakened.
The thought flashed through Luo Mi’s mind.
Just after all the steps of their plan were completed, God awoke.
The pure white holy light erupted in distant Ionia, soaring into the sky and spreading rapidly in all directions like pure white ink spreading across a colorful painting, gradually turning the world white again.
Luo Mi paused, his palms sweating, and subconsciously looked at Anos: “The Real Dream didn’t work?”
Is God still devouring this world?
“It worked.” Anos replied calmly, his tone heavy with undisguised gravity. “This is the effect of synchronizing the scene of the real dream with reality; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been able to fool the god— of course, once the God has ‘consumed’ the real dream, they will discover the truth.”
Luo Mi pursed his lips: “So we don’t have much time left.”
“Within three hours, God will devour the real dream.” Anos turned to look at Luo Mi, his heterochromatic eyes showing the same solemnity. “Luo Mi, if we cannot defeat God within three hours, everything will be over.”
Luo Mi nodded.
When the moment arrived, he wasn’t as nervous as he had been during the agonizing wait; he even laughed: “Don’t tell me to run ahead of myself or anything like that.”
Anos smiled slightly: “Of course not.”
Although he had indeed thought about it, he understood Luo Mi’s heart and will, and knew and respected his lover’s wishes.
Even if it meant they might die together.
Anos unfurled his wings, pure white feathers fluttering as if a sacred hymn were swirling around him.
Since the fall of the Holy City, the demon Anos lost his wings, the pure white wings of the holy son Anos were stained black, and the wings of the God’s Heart were silver phantoms.
Luo Mi hadn’t seen that pure white angel in so long that he was momentarily stunned.
Anos seemed oblivious to the problem with the color of his wings, and extended his hand to Luo Mi with a slight smile: “Let’s go.”
Luo Mi placed his hand on his, gazing into Anos’s eyes, and felt a strange sense of familiarity.
The Anos before him had a familiar yet distant feel to it, making Luo Mi feel as if he had seen Anos somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it.
When he was enveloped in Anos’s long-lost holy light, he suddenly remembered.
When he dealt with Earl Balk Sheen in Losa, he used the Word of Power to summon Anos— at that time, Anos was like this: ethereal and holy, but as if separated from him by an ocean.
More like a god than a person.
Luo Mi couldn’t help but tighten her grip on Anos’s hand and purse his lips.
Anos lowered his head slightly and said gently in Luo Mi’s ear, “Don’t be afraid, this state is only temporary.”
Does he know what I’m worried about? Luo Mi paused for a moment, his unease slowly subsiding. He moved his fingers in Anos’s palm and softly hummed in agreement.
They were enveloped in holy light and vanished from the spot.
….
In the very center of the pure white world, a holy light emanated, revealing the figures of Luo Mi and Anos.
What was once the city of Ionia was now nothing but a solitary Wall of Sighs. Apart from that, all that remained was a white desert.
If she hadn’t become a Seraph, Luo Mi felt he would have developed an eye condition similar to snow blindness here.
The thought of what would happen to the world if they failed made Luo Mi’s heart ache.
The pure white space before him resembled the scene in the prophecy, except there was no trace of God, nor any distant blue stars…
Luo Mi glanced around but saw no sign of God. Confused, he looked at Anos and asked, “Where is God?”
Then, Luo Mi saw himself reflected in Anos’s eyes.
He saw his orange-red eyes fade, turning into the dark brown of Asians; the fiery wings behind him dimmed and extinguished, then vanished completely; his face, which bore some resemblance to Anos as he grew up, became slightly distorted, as if a layer of makeup had been washed off, giving him a delicate face that was not as handsome as Anos’s…
He felt the Seraphim power that had long been integrated with him leave his body, leaving only an ordinary human body.
Luo Mi couldn’t help but gag.
Countless flames surged from his mouth and nose, flowing to a distance and condensing into an illusory halo.
Beneath the halo, the pure white ground twisted and gushed out a mass of viscous liquid-like substance, which coalesced into a human shape. The lines gradually became clearer, revealing a face of an East Asian version of Anos.
The halo stopped behind his head, and the man slowly opened his eyes, revealing pupils that were similar in color to Luo Mi’s.
Luo Mi coughed twice, looking at him with some shock.
Without any explanation, they were certain that the person before them was a god.
—Has God always been hidden within him?
As if it could see through Luo Mi’s thoughts, the god glanced at him and slowly said, “I have been sleeping here all along.”
“What’s left on you is the ‘key,’ and when it arrives, I will awaken.”
“The so-called ‘will of God’ does not require a complicated arrangement. It is enough to simply set the starting point and the ending point and let the pieces move to the ending point on their own.”
—No wonder, no wonder he resembled Anos after growing up with angelic power… It turns out that the aura of a true god resided within that power…
Luo Mi felt a slight chill in his body and gently bit his lip to calm himself down.
Anos watched all this unfold silently, then gently touched Luo Mi’s trembling shoulders and said calmly, “But you still lost…”
When God looked at him, Anos’s figure suddenly flashed.
When he solidified again, a silver-white longsword appeared in his hand, with a trail of bright red blood at its tip.
God reached out and gently touched his brow.
Starting from his brow and moving downwards, a line of blood appeared on his body, dividing him precisely in two.
God flicked the blood from his fingertip and said in the same tone as before, “…This strike was very good. It can inflict damage that I cannot recover from now.”
Anos squinted.
That attack just now required a certain amount of power to be delivered. Although it did seem to cause damage, the god’s unhurried tone and the fact that he hadn’t launched any attack made him extremely vigilant.
What contingency plan will God have in mind…?
“I have no backup plan.”
The voice of God rang out, glancing at him quite calmly, “We don’t need to deal with you yet.”
Anos narrowed his eyes again, gripped his longsword tightly, and was about to act when suddenly his eyes narrowed.
He paused in his forward charge, then slowly raising the longsword in his hand, pointed it at Luo Mi beside him.
Luo Mi looked at him blankly for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant and looked up at God.
Before he could speak, God said calmly, “You should have read the history of this world, so you should know that angels and demons are both systems I created, and they are two sides of the same coin— high-ranking demons can control low-ranking demons, and angels are no exception.”
And standing at the pinnacle of angels and demons was undoubtedly the God before them.
Before God, the difference in status was an insurmountable chasm, and had nothing to do with power.
As long as the power borrowed was still divine, this could not be avoided.
In that instant, Luo Mi understood where God’s faith came from.
His heart felt as if it had fallen into the deepest abyss, never to return to the sunlight.
The tip of Anos’s longsword was already pointed at Luo Mi’s throat.
Luo Mi subconsciously took a step back, but the sword did not move forward even an inch.
Luo Mi was startled and saw the intense struggle and endurance in Anos’s heterochromatic pupils— his arms and wrists were trembling slightly, every muscle in his body was taut, and the veins and bulges on the back of his hands were as if he was enduring great pain.
The angel, controlled by the powerful God, stood there, unable to turn the sword tip around, but able to maintain his current posture, preventing himself from harming his companions.
Anos… Luo Mi’s heart warmed for a moment. He blinked, trying to suppress the heat in his eyes, not wanting to show weakness in front of the enemy.
“Calm down, calm down… We must have something to offer.” Luo Mi repeatedly told himself this, scratching his head and quickly going through his thoughts. Then, he suddenly realized a blind spot: He was not controlled!
All the Seraphic power he possessed was taken back by God, and now he was just an ordinary human!
Are humans not subject to God’s control? Are humans not a system created by God?
Luo Mi firmly grasped this thought in his mind.
“Indeed, humanity already existed when I came into this world,” the god’s voice rang out again. “But what can you do? A human being without any power?”
“God can read minds …” Luo Mi pretended not to hear this and calmly asked, “I have a question I’d like to ask you.”
God’s attitude was even somewhat amiable: “It’s still a little while before I devour your fictional world, so you say.”
Knowing about the existence of real dream… then why didn’t the God simply bypass real dream? Luo Mi didn’t consider this question, but instead asked, “Judging from the state of the First Era, although you were a transmigrator, you had empathy for the humans of this world. Why did you start treating humans like livestock later on?”
This was what confused Luo Mi the most.
Humans were not immune to change, but the changes in God were too great. As a fellow transmigrator, Luo Mi could understand to some extent the sense of detachment one felt when treating another world like a VR game in the early stages of transmigration. He felt the same way when he first arrived in this world. Under the influence of this sense of detachment, morality and bottom lines would be infinitely lowered because the subconscious mind would generate the feeling that “it doesn’t matter what I do in a game world”.
It was only after Luo Mi opened his heart to Anos and established a connection that he gradually gained a sense of grounded reality.
But God clearly had already overcome that sense of detachment by the time of the First Age, thanks to the existence of God’s Wisdom.
In this situation, unless the transmigrating god himself was extremely extreme, it was impossible for him to develop hatred for the entire race because of the betrayal of a few people!
Anos was clearly not that kind of person…
After Luo Mi finished speaking, God subtly curved his lips into a slight smile: “I don’t remember.”
Luo Mi was taken aback.
“I have already stripped away these unimportant things.” God glanced indifferently at Anos, who was still resisting domination. “If these memories weren’t in the soul I separated from him, they would probably have been destroyed by me.”
When he looked at the angel he had created with his own hands, a vivid expression finally appeared on his face, which had remained calm throughout.
Anos’s heterochromatic eyes returned his gaze.
The two similar faces displayed almost identical hostility and disgust.
—Anos was the God.
—To be precise, they were fragments of the soul that God separated from himself.
This was also something that the God’s Heart had always wanted to hide.
Despite having anticipated it, Luo Mi still felt as if he had been struck hard on the chest by something heavy, a dull ache throbbing in his chest.
He pinched his fingers to calm his voice, “Why did you separate your soul? Why were you so cruel to your own soul?”
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