Rosen simply swept his gaze across the crowd; every Fallen Angel who met his eyes couldn't hold back tears.
Had the angels been any less disciplined, the square would have turned into a full-blown "You Came From Dandong" sing-along.
Come to think of it, the setting was absolutely perfect.
After all, the light radiating from Rosen had dispelled the night itself, outshining even broad daylight.
Rosen didn't need to guess; someone in the chat group had already added sound effects.
[Fallen Angel: "You came from Dandong.jpg"]
[Fallen Angel: "The Lord's kindness can never be repaid.jpg"]
[Fallen Angel: "Tears.jpg"]
[Spirit of Time: "Seriously, posting this now—aren't you afraid Mr. Rosen will see it?"]
[I Dont Want to Eat Monsters "987": "This livestream was filmed at night.jpg"]
[Hells Fubuki: "You really aren't worried about missing tomorrow's sun."]
After spending so long in the chat group, they all knew the hottest memes by heart.
Seeing Gabriel suddenly spam those emotes, they almost lost it.
[Fallen Angel: "What are you talking about? These are my truest feelings!"]
[Fallen Angel: "I'm literally crying, you know?!"]
[Fallen Angel: "Selfie.jpg"]
Gabriel quickly uploaded a selfie to prove her innocence.
After opening the pic, the members couldn't spot any sign of fakery.
[Magic Old Man: "Then all I can say is one fan can out-black ten haters—keep it coming!"]
[Fallen Angel: "Say whatever you want! I'm loyal to the boss to the end!"]
Even so, Gabriel glanced back at her messages and finally realized how badly her words clashed with the solemn atmosphere.
So she silently deleted her posts.
[Magic Old Man: "Why delete? If you're pregnant just say so!"]
[Magic Old Man: "Screenshot.jpg"]
[Fallen Angel: "You actually screenshotted that!"]
[Magic Old Man: "Forethought, my dear. Once Mr. Rosen finishes with that world, I'll show him."]
[Fallen Angel: "…"]
Leaving the chat's derailing topic aside…
As Rosen conducted the return ceremony in the capacity of the God of the Bible, his aura surged across the entire world without restraint.
Back in the Netherworld, Sergeks and Seraphiel snapped their heads up the instant they sensed that overwhelming holy power.
Asmodeus and Beelzebub strode over, grave-faced. "Sergeks, Seraphiel—both of you felt it too, right? That aura from Heaven."
"Our Netherworld isn't on Earth but in a separate space tethered to it. Even so, this power still shakes us—something monumental is happening."
"Exactly. Michael and the others alone could never rock the entire Netherworld from Heaven."
"As expected of Little Beelzebub—figured that out already."
Having met Rosen earlier, Seraphiel regained her composure quickly.
"Oh? Sounds like you two knew about this. Why didn't you inform us beforehand?"
Beelzebub looked curious.
Sergeks and Seraphiel had received an urgent call from the Gremory Family's new Sect Master.
It came through a private line between him and Sergeks.
Thus Asmodeus and Beelzebub, stationed in the Netherworld, knew nothing of the details.
"Because we only found out when we got there."
Seraphiel spread her hands, then adopted a mysteriously solemn expression.
"Lean in, you two—what I'm about to say, you absolutely must not freak out over!"
Hearing that, the two Devil Kings snorted in unison.
They were Devil Kings—what could possibly scare them?
Even if the pantheons of Mount Meru, Greece, or Norse myth invaded, they wouldn't bat an eye.
"Well… the God of the Bible has resurrected, you see!"
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
Asmodeus and Beelzebub instantly rejected the claim. Every top power agreed the God of the Bible had perished.
Had that not been the consensus, the Netherworld could never have enjoyed centuries of growth.
If the God of the Bible still lived, the Netherworld would have been the first target.
There'd be no prosperous present day!
"Heh, knew you wouldn't believe me—but it's true. Ask Sergeks if you don't trust me."
Seraphiel waved her hand.
The two turned to Sergeks.
Seraphiel was prone to wild statements, but Sergeks's integrity was unquestioned.
When they saw Sergeks nod, they fell silent.
For demons, this was definitely bad news.
But Seraphiel shook her head. "No need to worry—we just signed a peace treaty with the Fallen Angels and that very God."
"And guess what? The God of the Bible forced us to sign it."
That made the two even more incredulous.
After all, the Biblical God had started the previous three-sided Great War.
A thousand years later, they actually took the initiative to sign a peace treaty—forced by the God of the Bible herself, alongside the Fallen Angel Governor.
If they didn't know this was reality, they'd swear they were dreaming!
Still, as Devil Kings, they adapted at lightning speed.
Already they were weighing the Netherworld's future.
"It looks like the whole world, not just us, will have to recalibrate."
"..."
They weren't the only ones who felt the ceremony.
The Greek, Norse, Egyptian, and Zoroastrian pantheons—every named divine sphere—were thrown into chaos by the possible return of the God of the Bible.
After all, when she was still around, the greatest conquests weren't against the Fallen Angels or the Netherworld, but against every pantheon on earth.
She wanted all humanity to share one single faith!