Chapter 42: The Night Will Pass, the Day Will Come
A voice from a distant place echoed, like the low murmur of the evening tide, the soft rustling of leaves in the sea. This voice was like a song, reciting a poem that no one could understand, and a sorrow that no one knew how to feel.
In the Bloodmoon Abyss, an indescribable sound pierced through the barriers of the world. Joshua and Light both turned their heads, looking towards the direction from which it came.
It was the location of the Mycroft World. The sound was coming from there. In the blood moon, the massive Light Humanoid tilted its head slightly, blinking in confusion. In the warrior's arms, Little Light let out a puzzled *ding-ding*. It heard the sound but didn't understand what it was saying. Yet the tone was familiar and kind, like an elder from afar giving some final instructions.
It wasn't just the Bloodmoon Abyss. Legendary experts fighting in other worlds, the old Pope and the Dragon God confronting each other in the void, and even the gods in the Boundless Heaven all heard this song-like voice. None of them could understand its meaning either. They could only feel that the voice seemed to be sighing, lamenting that something had passed. Only Faina, the Sage of the Eastern Sea, paused slightly. In her ears, the kind voice transformed into a kind of call, like a mother calling for her child.
At the edge of the Mycroft World, beyond the far seas, outside the Temple of the Earth Mother, an old priest was sweeping the dust in front of the great stone temple. He held the broom handle, standing still in place. He heard much more, far more words than anyone else. He heard sighs, instructions, calls, self-mockery, and urgent longing. He suddenly thought of something and immediately turned to look at the temple of the Earth Mother Goddess. But the temple did not glow. The statue of the goddess was silent. The deity behind it had completely departed not long ago. Thinking of this, the old priest showed a bitter smile. He put down his broom, knelt deeply before the temple in reverence, and began to pray.
Joshua slowly descended, standing on the continent he had just shaped. He frowned, looking towards the seal that the Church of the Seven Gods had placed to isolate the Bloodmoon Abyss. He was silent for a long moment, then said, "Can you hear it, Light?"
"Ding-ding-ling-ling."
The light orb expanded and then shrank. Joshua nodded, still full of confusion: "I can hear it, but I can't understand it... That's as expected, but why?"
Unlike others' confusion, what puzzled Joshua was not that the sound was hard to understand. On the contrary, the reason the warrior frowned was that in his ears, all the incomprehensible tones and notes naturally transformed into words he could understand. He could not only hear it but also easily comprehend it.
It was an indescribable voice. It seemed to be waking from a dream, now lamenting the passing of a bygone era, instructing all living beings to be cautious. Its voice was full of self-mockery and regret, and it called out the names of its children one by one—names that were obscure and difficult, like the divine words and names of ancient times. But one of them was particularly familiar to Joshua, for it was the divine name of the Earth Mother Goddess.
Besides that, it was urgently longing, longing for someone's arrival. The voice used its last bit of strength to call out to the entire multiverse, but no one responded... Hearing this call, Joshua suddenly felt something awaken inside him. A warm feeling began to spread.
The warrior was stunned. He was very familiar with this feeling. It came from the Azure Orb, the power of the Sage's legacy. The mark of the burning spiral crown began to appear on Joshua's forehead. Involuntarily, he entered the state of the Soulflame King. Sparks scattered in the wind, making the surrounding flowers, grass, and the Tree of Life grow even more lush.
It is calling for the Sage... It is calling for me.
In an instant, Joshua knew the answer to the question. As for the question of 'why me,' the warrior no longer bothered to think about it. Rather, why not him? He was the inheritor of the Sage, the Soulflame King, the world's savior who rekindled the flame. He was the legendary expert of destiny. Joshua didn't find it strange at all. The strong were always meant to be the vortex, drawing all causes and effects into themselves. The only thing that puzzled him was why the owner of this voice—why the World Will, the Steel Serpent Mycroft—would call out to the Sage and him in this tone.
The Sage sealed the World Will. Weren't they supposed to be mortal enemies?
Yes, Joshua could be certain. This was the voice of the World Will. It was no different from what he and Chu Hao had heard before. The warrior was one hundred percent sure of this.
"A lament before being sealed? Or did it finally wake up for a moment before its eternal slumber?"
Various speculations surged in Joshua's mind, but he had already made a decision. Regardless, as the being who had witnessed the rise and fall of the entire Era of Radiance and had once been the ruler of this world, the call of the Steel Serpent Mycroft could not possibly be just an ordinary howl or a deathbed struggle. And even if it were, as the mother of all things, humanity should still listen to the last words of this great being. That was the least respect they could show.
With this thought, Joshua began to walk, then rose into the air, flying towards the seal that the Church of the Seven Gods had placed to isolate the two worlds. Little Light was held in his arms, letting out rapid *ding-ding* sounds, asking the warrior what he planned to do. To this, Joshua replied quite casually, "I don't know."
"That's why I have to go."
Carrying this feeling, Joshua arrived before the space-time rift that had once connected the two worlds, now the seal of the Church of the Seven Gods. He reached out his hand, and a silver light flickered against the holy light. As the one who could directly communicate with the will of the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground, Joshua was the only one who could freely enter and exit all the worlds that had been set as traps. In the original plan, after dealing with his own opponent with Light's help, he would directly go to other worlds to assist other legendary experts of the Mycroft World in eliminating all foreign invaders.
But now, according to the feedback sent by the Dominant Will of the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground, Joshua found that the legendary experts of the Mycroft World were not at a disadvantage. The Nature Mentor was even chatting with the unknown giant beast. Moreover, three legendary experts had come to the warrior's world, greatly reducing the pressure on others. The old Pope had also joined forces with the Holy Mountain warship, steadily blocking the Five-Color Dragon God's attack. The situation was very favorable. He didn't need to intervene.
So, a small hole, just enough for one person to pass through, appeared in the holy seal under the erosion of Steel Force. Joshua decisively passed through the space-time rift and returned to the Mycroft Continent.
And the moment the warrior set foot in this world, arriving in the sea area of the Abyss of Anos, suddenly, the earth trembled, and the sea churned. All the legendary experts who were suppressing the World Will at the seal suddenly felt a loosening in their hands. They found that the Steel Serpent, which had been fiercely resisting, trying to overturn the seal, had suddenly stopped its resistance. This overly strong contrast almost made them lose control of their suppression force. At the same time, Joshua sensed that an exceptionally vast will, at the cost of no longer being able to resist the seal, forcibly came before him.
The World Will chose to give up resistance. The Sword Saint, who was guiding the Boundless Heaven to descend, felt the pressure on him lighten considerably. But the numerous runic arrays originally used for suppression, sealing, and resistance also lost their effect. At this cost, the Steel Serpent, having given up everything, would gain a brief period of freedom before the sealing array could complete its self-regulation.
And at this moment, Joshua, along with that vast will, followed the natural energy cycle of the entire world and entered the inner side of the world that he was familiar with.
The world where the Steel Serpent dwelled.
Joshua had entered here several times before—whether it was Carlis or the Starry World, whether it was Ilgena or Grandia. He had witnessed multiple World Wills and had pleasant conversations with them there. But he had never seen or been to the inner side of Mycroft, the world where the warrior himself lived.
Now, Joshua looked up and keenly noticed the chaotic power shrouding the entire inner side of the world. The moment the other party opened its mouth, he had already created a Steel Force shield for Little Light. By the time Mycroft finished speaking, the warrior had already raised his head. Facing the massive, sky-piercing serpent that seemed ready to crush him at any moment, Joshua still frowned, then asked in a clear voice, "World Will, Mother of All Things—weren't you hostile to the gods and the Sage because of the Earth Mother Goddess's fall? Wasn't it because you wanted to destroy the world that we had to seal you?"
"Why, at this moment, when you mention the Sage, there is no trace of hatred, and when you face me, the inheritor of the Sage, you show no intention of attacking?"
This was the question Joshua most wanted to ask at that moment. Before returning to the Mycroft World, he had already prepared to join forces with the other legendary experts to counter the World Will's final counterattack. Even being pulled into the inner side of the world didn't surprise him, as it was also within his predictions. Only this attitude of the other party was something the warrior couldn't understand. The Steel Serpent should have shown its anger. It should have, like those memory fragments, cursed humanity and all living beings. It should have, as before, even in its silence, called upon powerful enemies from the multiverse to destroy the Mycroft civilization.
It was precisely because of this contradictory contrast that he asked directly, without any euphemism or hesitation.
"You mean my madness... Hah, indeed, it was an extremely mad action. Under the influence of Chaos, I was no longer myself."
In response to Joshua's question, the massive Steel Serpent raised its head. It spoke very reasonably... and could explain many doubts. "But you will still be sealed. That is an unchangeable fact."
The Steel Serpent fell into a deep self-reflection. But hearing these words, Joshua was not moved at all. He held Little Light, protected by the Steel Force shield, and his face was as calm as ever. The warrior slowly shook his head at this serpent that spanned the starry sea: "We cannot trust you, Mother of All Things. You have been infected by Chaos once, gone mad once. Who knows what will happen this time?"
The warrior's words were merciless. He was not the kind of person who would be moved by a story. Indeed, what the Steel Serpent said might all be true. But so what? The Era of Radiance was already over. The gods would never give up sealing it, the greatest unstable element in this world. The World Will was destined to leave the stage of the Mycroft World.
"It doesn't matter. I never said I wanted you to give up the seal."
But to Joshua's direct suspicion, the Steel Serpent showed no anger at all. It looked at the warrior, even showing a gratified smile, and the red light in its eyes brightened considerably. The World Will lowered its head and said gently, "I don't need your trust, child."
The Steel Serpent Mycroft stretched its body. Its body was enormous, but every inch of it was stained a deep black by Chaos. Originally, the Steel Serpent's silver-white body was clean and pure. It should have been the last being in this world to be eroded by Chaos. But because of the events a thousand years ago, it was polluted even earlier than its own children. The World Will looked around the inner side of the world, its gaze seeming to pierce through the dark space and see the Mycroft World of today.
Gazing at the world, the Steel Serpent said softly, "The reason I struggled to wake up at the last moment is not to make excuses for my mistakes... I just want to tell you how many ravines and difficult paths we have traversed, how many high walls and obstacles we have shattered—I just want to tell you how much blood and sacrifice your ancestors paid to obtain this simple result, and the present and future you live in."
"Child, do not trust, sympathize with, or pity any Chaos. You must walk along the light of the flame, walk on the right path... I don't know if your current path is wrong, but move forward as much as you can. Just remember, do not follow our old path. It is a dead end with no exit. We used our lives to verify this mistake for you."
As the runic array at the distant seal was reconstructed, the chaotic aura on the Steel Serpent grew heavier. Holy light began to wash over the seal again, causing the inner side of the world to gradually shatter. This ancient space, which had existed since the beginning of creation, along with the World Will, slowly flattened under the impact of the holy light. The power of the Holy Sword Mistilteinn turned everything indiscriminately into pure two-dimensionality. Eroded by this power, the Steel Serpent was stretched bit by bit, until finally, only a barely audible murmur could be heard.
"Goodbye, child."
The seal descended again. The dark inner side of the world silently vanished.
In the sky, a bulge appeared in half of the firmament. It could be seen that seemingly endless holy light spread along the veins above the world. A massive plane completely merged into the Mycroft World. It hovered directly above the western mountain range. A pillar of holy light, reaching from heaven to earth, connected it to the ground. Because of its existence, hymns and prayers, accompanied by white light and wind, spread throughout the entire world. This day was destined to be recorded in history, for the gods would walk among mortals, and the heavens would descend once more upon the mortal world.
And beneath this descending heaven, the former Mother of All Things fell into complete silence. It no longer resisted, accepting its fate. The seal was reinforced layer by layer. The Steel Serpent Mycroft would fall into the hell of a plane, to atone for the mistakes of a thousand years ago.
In the Seventh Abyss, the Ether Dragon let out an unsatisfied roar. Sensing that the blockade of the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground had disappeared, it ignored the Sage's pursuit behind it and directly pierced through the void, leaving the abyss. It left behind Faina, who stood still, a trace of melancholy in her heart, and a sea of boiling lava, as it returned to its comfortable lair.
In the Dead World, the Dwarf Divine Artificer walked out of the fused mountain range. He frowned, looking at the huge hole that pierced through the world below. Leviathan was suppressed by the steel giant he had summoned, but after the blockade of the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground was lifted, the Void Behemoth directly penetrated the mantle and escaped from the other side of the world back into the void. The old dwarf scratched his head in frustration and finally chose to sit down on the mountaintop to rest.
In the Nature Domain, Galannod and the Mountain Giant Beast silently looked towards the direction of the Mycroft World. There was no conflict between them. They quietly felt the holy light fluctuations coming from afar. The Nature Mentor's face was calm, but no one knew what she was thinking.
In the void, the Five-Color Dragon God had long since left. After confirming that he could not break through the blockade of Eagle and the Holy Mountain warship, this deity could only choose to retreat. And this retreat might be forever. With the biggest hidden danger eliminated and their hands freed, the gods would not leave any opportunity for foreign enemies. As long as the Five-Color Dragon God, who was already on the blacklist, dared to appear again, he would be met with a joint siege by the Seven Gods.
On all sides of the Mycroft Continent, at the seal of the World Will, many legendary experts breathed a sigh of relief. This operation had mobilized the power of the entire world. It seemed simple, but in reality, not a single link could go wrong. The space-time teleportation of the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground had to be effective. Eagle had to be able to stop the Five-Color Dragon God. The legendary experts intercepting had to block every enemy. Outside this space-time domain, other legendary experts were patrolling, vigilantly monitoring every detail of space-time, not allowing any civilization or being that wanted to take advantage to succeed.
Above the sea area of the Abyss of Anos, Joshua slowly descended onto the sea surface. Because he controlled his own mass and magnetic field, the sea did not stir up waves comparable to a tsunami. The warrior held Little Light in his arms and looked around at this vast sea. The sky above was cloudless. Sunlight was refracted by dust in the air, turning into a blue color. The sea reflected the color of the sky. A pure sea breeze blew, making the world clear and bright.
Silently, Joshua had nothing to say, and there was no need to say anything. He lowered his head, gazing at the earth's crust deep beneath the sea, at the mantle beneath the crust. The warrior's gaze pierced through all things, looking towards the center of the earth. There, a cluster of holy light flickered. The holy light of the Boundless Heaven had once again become an eternal seal. Barring any accidents, this light would still exist even after tens of thousands of years.
[I am not trying to make excuses for my mistakes... I just want to tell you how many ravines and difficult paths we have traversed, how many high walls and obstacles we have shattered—I just want to tell you how much blood and sacrifice your ancestors paid to have the present you have now.]
It's over. Joshua thought so.
The lingering poison of Chaos and the World Will were sealed here. The vanished past and dark history were buried deepest. The Era of Falling Stars buried the last remnant of the Era of Radiance. The Mycroft people looked up at the starry sky. Their predecessors had endured hardships and suffered a fateful journey, and they themselves were no exception. The magic tide swept across the stars. Starlight dimmed. Evil was approaching.
But even so, even as the end drew near and the path ahead was a twisted vortex, no one would choose to stop. With the last being of the Era of Radiance eternally sealed, the Era of Falling Stars, having shed the heavy burden called the past, could finally look towards the future. The era of exploring the distant starry sky had arrived. With the biggest hidden danger resolved, everyone could let loose and show their skills.
Joshua could foresee this. The warrior had already seen the day when the Mycroft civilization would return to glory. Because of sacrifice, because of never stopping. Outside the world, the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground revolved around the Mycroft World, unchanged for thousands of years. The stars rotated and changed. The flame went out and was rekindled. The river of fate flowed towards an unprecedented trajectory.
Things happened naturally, just like nightfall and the sun setting in the west.
The rebirth and inheritance of civilization were such a cycle. The Era of Radiance was completely over, and the Era of Falling Stars stepped out of the shadow of its predecessors.
Everything was so natural, just as the night had passed and the sun was rising in the east.
Joshua looked at the newborn sun. Little Light in his arms leaped out, happily drifting in the sea breeze.
It was time to look into the distance and walk towards the future.
—Volume 12, The Great Age of Exploration·End
EX This Era...
Year 837 of the Era of Falling Stars, Northern Empire, Moldavia.
In April, the weather was cold and clear. The clock struck thirteen. Amidst the church bells, Priest breathed in the long-missed cold air of the Northern Lands and returned to this land he had left for a month and a half. He stood in front of the tall Dragon Bone City Gate of South Moldavia, looking up at the buildings inside the city that were even taller than the city walls, his gaze blank.
"Damn, is this still Moldavia?" Priest muttered.
Having been away for only a month and a half, the changes in Moldavia already made this intern of the Champion Academy and member of the Northern Empire's External Exploration Department experimental squad feel a bit unfamiliar. Although he had only lived in Moldavia for less than half a year, those few short months were enough for Priest to consider the Northern Lands his second home.
And the facts were just as he thought. Moldavia had changed dramatically.
In the southern outer city district, mana factories were still producing, spewing gray-white mist into the atmosphere. Newly added purification arrays were running at full power, purifying most of the condensed mana dust. The factories were towering, like small hills to ordinary people. The only things taller than these giants were the teaching building of the Champion Academy and the headquarters of the Northern Lands Chamber of Commerce.
The newly built headquarters of the Northern Lands Chamber of Commerce was a huge black rectangular building. It was about eighty meters high, forty meters long, and thirty meters wide. Overall, it was more like a giant rock block than a building. The building's surface, devoid of any decoration or carving, was entirely composed of black rock. And on its four wide walls, there were four huge screens.
These were liquid crystal screens. Had they already started to become popular?—Priest, who had already entered the city, immediately noticed the screens on the Northern Lands Chamber of Commerce headquarters. They were playing some beautiful scenery pictures, and elegant melodies were also coming from the magic arrays. Priest listened to the soothing piano music, not like the passersby around him who occasionally exclaimed in wonder, because he was no stranger to this thing. During the month and a half of training at the External Exploration Department's plateau base, Priest had often used this peculiar alchemical creation.
In fact, besides this, he had also seen many novel things in the training base that he would never have encountered otherwise—the Magic Net, the point exchange system, personal flight devices, special-grade mana armor, and all kinds of wonderful alchemical creations. The liquid crystal screen was just the most ordinary among them. Its greatest use was to create long-distance communication screens, or, like now, to play some videos and a bit of advertising.
"Finally, I'm almost home."
Passing through the trade district where the chamber of commerce was located, Priest walked towards the residential area near the industrial zone, which was his home in Moldavia. Looking at the familiar street scenery, the man couldn't help but sigh softly, "Although it's only been a little over a month... it feels like a very long time has passed."
Since the beginning of the year 837 of the Era of Falling Stars, when Priest joined Winterfell Academy and was invited into the Imperial External Exploration Department, his life had undergone a huge change.
After a week of the most basic systematic teaching and training at the Champion Academy, Priest had gained a basic understanding of supernatural forces like magic and battle qi. Then, he quickly, along with several other invited students, was transferred to the training base on the Eastern Bannert Plateau. Here, they would undergo a month of high-intensity training, as well as targeted talent development and cultivation.
One month, to be honest, was just thirty days. When Priest first heard this news, he even frowned. What could one month do? Was this really training, or was it just a trip to the plateau for sightseeing? After all, whether it was holy light or magic, battle qi or martial skills, they all required long periods of tempering to achieve anything. Look, which of those accomplished grand magisters and high priests was under forty? And which of those famous warriors hadn't been through a hundred battles?
One month would at most train an apprentice. That was what Priest thought at the time. Thirty minutes later, he knew he was wrong.
The high-intensity training he understood, and the high-intensity training that that person understood and designed, were completely different things.
In short, a month and a half of hellish training was over. Priest felt he had been reborn. He had learned battle qi and could fight a Silver-rank Bear Bear in close combat. He knew how to make traps, start fires, scout stealthily, and build simple shelters. Priest had learned 81 methods of wilderness survival, memorized and integrated a vast amount of knowledge about other worlds. He still remembered all the details of the book '100 Simple Techniques for Identifying Edible Plants Based on Vitality,' which he had recited while running a twelve-kilometer sprint. In the last week's real survival internship, Priest had even learned how to build an entire small exploration base from scratch in the wilderness with his bare hands.
Now, even if Priest were thrown empty-handed into any place in Mycroft, he could survive smoothly and comfortably. But even so, all of this was just the foundation. Because his goal was not to survive in this comfortable homeland, but to leave his native land, venture into the void, and explore other worlds that were completely different from the Mycroft World.
And the entire External Exploration Department was the same.
Of course, now, compared to the change in Priest's life, the change in the entire Moldavia—or rather, the entire world—was no less significant.
[Now, an interlude news: Eastern Province, Lord of Gler Territory, Yason Gler, has been stripped of his title and territory. According to the Imperial Noble Court, the former Count Gler was shot on the spot for suspected human trafficking, abuse, murder of civilians, and conducting cult rituals. He is the highest-ranking noble involved in the case so far.]
[Investigators, in cooperation with the local garrison, are conducting a large-scale search and arrest operation in Gler Territory. Over 120 related suspects have been arrested. This organization was engaged in human trafficking, drug dealing, cult rituals, and illegal distribution of unknown alchemical creations. This is the fourth large-scale black force to be eradicated this month.]
The melodious piano music suddenly stopped. On the four huge liquid crystal screens on the Northern Lands Chamber of Commerce headquarters, which had imperial royal family investment, a female investigator with a proper appearance and a calm tone was seriously reading a script in front of the screen. The magic array spread her voice across half the city. Almost everyone not busy with work could hear her clear words.
The news ended quickly. The large liquid crystal screens continued to play beautiful scenery pictures and music. The original piano was now joined by a violin duet. The passersby on the street who had stopped to listen to the news also began to talk with the people around them, quite emotionally.
"Good catch! Good kill! All human traffickers must die!"
"It's been much more peaceful lately. My relatives in the east contacted me not long ago, saying that the original gangs had disappeared. Without the bullying, life is much better. They're even planning to invite me over for a visit!"
"Exactly. They've arrested thousands of people... and quite a few nobles. It seems His Majesty the Emperor is really taking action, not joking!"
"Needless to say? Although I don't know who it was, that was a count, and he was shot on the spot... Was it cold before?"
"I remember, Lord seems..."
"How can you compare?"
Although still a bit unaccustomed, there was no doubt that the residents of Moldavia were not seeing this kind of news for the first time. At this moment, they were just casually lamenting the various upheavals happening in the empire, not thinking about what secrets were hidden behind these seemingly ordinary crackdowns. Ordinary people didn't care about these things. They could only see that the empire was scraping off its own pus and sores from top to bottom, and the lives of ordinary people were becoming easier.
Hearing this news, Priest, who was almost home, couldn't help but stop. He turned to look at the huge liquid crystal screen behind him and then let out a soft sigh.
So satisfying.
To be honest, having originally lived in the south of the empire, Priest had no good feelings or real sense of connection with nobles. In that land where Black Forest magical beasts often attacked human towns, basically all nobles lived in sturdy castles and fortresses. Those people, along with the legions stationed in the big cities, enjoyed a comfortable life.
Except for collecting taxes, Priest and his family had never had any interaction with these nobles. Even during the Dragon Calamity, not many people came to lead them to shelters... This kind of noble was actually considered good, because they just ignored their people and enjoyed their own luxury. In more territories, the noble lords had all rights over their people. They were the gods of those ordinary people, free to oppress and exploit these commoners who were already struggling to make a living.
It wasn't about hating the rich. Priest just liked the feeling of justice being served. Of course, not everyone thought this way. Even within the External Exploration Department, there were many who expressed dissatisfaction with this relatively harsh treatment compared to the past. They felt the emperor's power was too great, and the investigation was too fast and too strict. Israel and his noble court almost ignored all the privileges of the nobility. They even ignored the law, arresting those noble people in their mansions without any evidence.
Everyone lost their sense of security. They felt their freedom and dignity were being oppressed. They opposed this simple and crude 'tyranny' and said that if it continued, the entire empire would become the emperor's one-man show, and Israel would become the biggest and most evil dictator.
But the man scoffed at this.
Freedom, dignity? First, people need to survive before they can consider such things. And only when they have freedom and dignity can others oppress them. The vast majority of the empire's commoners didn't have the conditions for freedom and self-respect at all. They were bullied by gangs, exploited by nobles, and when walking in the wilderness, they had to worry about attacks from magical beasts. Just living was already difficult for them. How could they consider these things?
If His Majesty the Emperor could make all commoners live well, have freedom and dignity—then why couldn't this kind of 'tyranny' be implemented? Why not? If a ruler could eradicate all inequality and darkness, drive all dirty acts and oppression from the lives of ordinary people, make magical beasts disappear from the roads of major cities, and allow all civilians to eat their fill and live a worry-free life, then without a doubt, he had the right to be a dictator, the right to implement this kind of 'tyranny.'
He even had the right to demand people worship him.
Speaking of this, Priest couldn't help but look towards the southwest of the world. He raised his head and looked at the sky. At the distant edge of the sky, a hazy space was flickering. It was like being covered by boiling water vapor, with a blurry white light flashing within... That was the Boundless Heaven, the dwelling place of the gods.
It had been over a week since the spectacular phenomenon of the heavens descending to the mortal world. Most of the people who had been chattering about it had now shut their mouths. Under the propaganda of the 'news' broadcast on liquid crystal screens in major cities, even illiterate farmers knew that the gods had exhausted their strength to prevent the heavens from abruptly falling to the world. Now, tired, they needed rest, and the heavens were slowly and completely merging into this world. And because of that holy wave that swept across the entire world, clearing the universe, many who had not believed in gods before had recently started going to churches to pray before those holy emblems.
The world had changed. Although it couldn't be felt yet, Priest knew that all of this was just a prelude. When the gods walked out of their dwellings, when the heavens completely merged into the world, when the entire atmosphere of the empire was cleared, the ancient Mycroft World would radiate new vitality.
This was indeed an exciting future. Priest couldn't help but start to imagine it. But soon, he suppressed his thoughts. Now was not the time to think about these things. These issues were too vast. Even if he wanted to think about them, it wasn't his place to worry. This was a problem that their Lord needed to consider.
Anyway, in this world with supernatural power, he just needed to do his best.
Now, Priest stood in front of an ordinary two-story house. The man steadied himself, then took out his key and opened the door.
"I'm home."
He said this, suppressing his excited heart.
Soon, another voice, surprised but filled with joy from the bottom of the heart, came from inside the house:
"You're back, brother!"
"You're back, Joshua?" "Master, you're finally back!" x3
Almost at the same time, in the inner city of Moldavia, within the Lord's Mansion, the surprised low cry of the Artificial Intelligence Girl was heard, followed by the accustomed helpless complaints of the Divine Mechanism siblings and the Black Dragon.
"Hmm."
A man's voice came from the top floor of the Lord's Mansion. He was holding a light orb that was constantly *ding-ding-ling-ling*, as if trying to pounce on the head of a certain Black Dragon girl, and said calmly, "I'm home."