Rosen was thinking.
Just three seconds ago, he had been happily attending a comic convention, taking photos with many cosplayer teachers, and had even received a handmade piece of character merchandise—a monocle—from an enthusiastic Amon cosplayer.
As a veteran fan of Lord of the Mysteries, Rosen naturally chose to wear the monocle on the spot. He was preparing to act out a scene with the Amon cosplayer, performing the classic skit of "You are Amon, I am also Amon, everyone is Amon." But after lowering his head for a moment to tidy his clothes, Rosen raised it again and realized something was wrong.
The enthusiastic Amon cosplayer had vanished, replaced by a child who looked at most three years old. Coincidentally, the child was also wearing a monocle and was sleeping soundly. The convention hall full of cosplayers and passersby had disappeared, replaced by what looked like a palace.
Not far away, a tall man—judging from appearance, seemingly of northern descent—was quietly watching him. The man's hair wasn't long, mostly black, but with golden roots.
Where the hell am I? Is this still Earth?
Rosen's heart skipped a beat. He immediately realized he might have encountered the legendary "transmigration." The next second, something else struck him, and he looked down at his current body.
His body seemed to still be his original one—at least the accessories were familiar. Rosen could even see the convention merchandise still in his pocket, but his entire body had shrunk to the size of a three-year-old child.
So I transmigrated physically? Then where is this? A monocle… a northerner… and that hair color… hiss!
Rosen sucked in a cold breath. In that instant, he realized who the man was—a character from the original Lord of the Mysteries: long dead, yet a white-moonlight-level figure, one of the earliest survivors of the post-first epoch, the one who liberated humanity from the oppression of Ancient Gods, the Sun God who literally brought light to the world, also known as the Creator of Silver City—Groselle.
Rosen then thought of something else. He raised his hand to touch the monocle on his face and immediately realized that although it used to be just an ordinary yet delicate toy, it had changed.
—This thing actually seems to possess the uniqueness of a Thief pathway!
Rosen confirmed that he had likely transmigrated into the world of Lord of the Mysteries, and there was a high chance he had landed at the exact moment of Amon's birth at the beginning of the Third Epoch—arriving with uniqueness and language proficiency.
So the key question is: did he steal Amon's uniqueness, or was he born with his own?
And how would the Sun God view this sudden intruder?
Thinking about the Sun God's gentle yet iron-blooded conduct in the original, and thinking about Adam and the True Creator's fusion before the apocalypse—performing all kinds of inhuman operations to save the world—Rosen made a snap decision. He looked at the Sun God, gave a harmless smile, and called out:
"Father."
Rosen was gambling. Gambling on how others perceived him. Gambling that the Sun God would not attack a child—would not attack someone who appeared harmless.
Of course, if he lost the gamble, Rosen had already prepared to escape using the uniqueness.
Although he might fail, he had to try.
…
The Sun God rarely fell silent.
Today should have been a joyous day. His child Amon would be born. His backup plan, Adam, would also appear as the Firstborn of God.
But now, something unexpected had occurred. A child who should never have existed was born. This child descended together with Amon and even shared the uniqueness of the Thief pathway.
If it were only that, it would still be manageable. To the Sun God, it would mean that the originally planned youngest son had become a pair of twins. But the situation was far worse.
Groselle, the Sun God, looked at the child before Him. The child gazed up at Him like any real toddler, with clear emerald eyes and a harmless, soft smile—like a true little angel.
The Sun God's eyes told Him: "Yes, this is your child."
His cognition insisted: "Although unexpected, he is still your child."
His emotions tugged at Him: "Why not hold your child? He is calling you father."
However, His collapsing rationality was not completely overtaken. The spirituality of a half-god screamed warning after warning—
Do not gaze upon a god.
In that moment, the Sun God saw layers of fog surrounding the child. The fragrance of plants grew thick, carrying the aura of decaying life. He heard the sound of plants growing, branches stretching, and faintly, goats crying.
The Sun God closed His eyes.
He knew—this was a monster, a god, an indescribable being.
From the moment this child descended, he had altered the Sun God's cognition, making Him emotionally treat the child as His own despite the warning signs.
The Sun God clenched His teeth.
He had considered striking, but ultimately did nothing—not even allowing His expression to change. Instead, He smiled gently and responded:
"Perhaps you have already chosen a name for yourself?"
He needed to stabilize this entity. For the sake of the world.
He was not certain he could kill the child. He was not certain he could restrain him. He was not certain a battle would not destroy an already fragile world. So the Sun God chose to comply first and test the entity.
…
Rosen naturally had no idea he had been perceived as an eldritch being by the Sun God. Although he vaguely sensed the Sun God's subtle attitude, Rosen cared more about His reaction.
After all, Rosen really didn't want to fight the Sun God. He was just a newbie transmigrator; even with a uniqueness, he obviously couldn't beat half a god!
So when he heard the Sun God speak to him, Rosen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After pausing for a moment, he answered:
"I think I should be called Rosen, Rosen Nicholas, Father."
His real name, of course, was Rosen. He didn't plan to give himself a new name—after all, he had used it for more than twenty years. As for "Rosen Nicholas," it was a name he used while traveling abroad—just blending in with local culture. Considering the era he was in now, Rosen simply reused it.
As for whether the Sun God would notice anything strange—Rosen honestly didn't care. His entire existence was already strange enough that a little more didn't matter.
Then he heard the Sun God repeat his name.
"Rosen Nicholas…"
Perhaps trying to memorize it.
Perhaps thinking of something else.
After a short pause, the Sun God said gently:
"Your younger brother has not awakened yet. Perhaps you do not mind waiting here for a while?"