"Dark Night, are you still planning to just leave Ince Zangwell's matter alone?"
"Adam is in charge of managing the situation in Ince Zangwell. Even if He has a vague sense that the situation has changed, I cannot openly break ties with Him. Adam is already the King of Angels, and if He deliberately makes arrangements, my church may be hostile to the Lord of Storms."
Amanises didn't say one thing: Her cooperation with Adam continues. As a deity who had experienced the Feast of Betrayal and the Fourth Age, Amanises knew the importance of not easily trusting others. Even if Her ultimate goal aligned with that of the true Creator and the higher-dimensional observer, it wouldn't change her cooperation with Adam.
Can you really gain someone's complete trust after only knowing them for a few days? That's a story that only exists in fairy tales.
"I will prepare for the divine descent ritual, but I estimate it is unlikely to succeed. When the time comes, keep an eye on your night watchmen and make sure there are no too many casualties."
The True Creator spoke in a deep voice, symbolically reminding Amanisis as an "ally".
"I can actually help you too, dear Zhenzao."
"roll."
"Don't push Adam too hard, True Creator. Your divine half-body has deviated from the state we anticipated at the time. Also, True Creator, don't be so irritable; the higher-dimensional observers are trying to help you..."
Amanisis offered some words of advice.
"You're the best, Amanisis. Here's what we'll do: if any of your Night Watchers perish during the Descent of the Gods, I'll help you send their souls to Klein."
"roll."
...
Daffodil Street, West District, Tingen City.
Klein drew back the curtains, letting the golden sunlight stream into the bedroom.
Having just resolved a troublesome matter, Klein felt a real sense of relief. He relaxed for a long time, lying on his bed and enjoying a rare moment of rest. However, after this brief respite, remembering the pressure he carried, Klein decided to go to a fortune-telling club.
"Now that I have the recipe for the Clown Potion, I'm just waiting to finish digesting the 'Diviner'... And those world-sweeping disasters that High Dimension mentioned before basically all happen at the end of each era. The time is almost up, I need to hurry up and advance my sequence to protect my friends…" As if hypnotizing himself, Klein forced himself to stand up straight, walked to the coat rack, took off his tailcoat and top hat, and began Mr. Fool's busy and fulfilling day.
Upon arriving at the fortune-telling club, Klein leisurely sat in the meeting room, sipping Siberian black tea. He passed the time by reading the newspaper in his hand while waiting for his chance to play the role of a fortune teller.
Suddenly, Klein saw Grassis, wearing a monocle and carrying a silk hat, walk in, accompanied by a woman in her thirties wearing a blue high-necked long dress. The woman looked somewhat haggard, and after noticing her expression, Klein activated his spiritual vision and saw that both of them exuded anxiety and panic.
Was it because of the investment he consulted me about before? Did the investment fail? Yes, the result of my last divination for him wasn't good, but he didn't seem to have given up. Klein thought to himself.
Last time, Grassis, who had just recovered from lung disease, consulted him about investing in the Lanius Steel Company, and received a bad result. Klein, observing Grassis's expression, carefully considered his words and said to him:
"Good afternoon, Grassis. That Mr. Laneus is certainly not trustworthy, is he?"
Grassis was taken aback, then immediately began to pour out his grievances to Klein, denouncing the crimes committed by the despicable swindler, Lanluus. At this point, Christina, who had come with Mr. Grassis, also confided her situation to Klein. Upon learning that Lanluus's personal belongings were necessary for divination and to determine the swindler's location, she lowered her voice and asked:
"If we use Lanius's child, can the divination be completed?"
A child? Klein looked at Megas beside her and paused for a moment.
"If it's a child that's already been born, then yes," Klein said to Christina. "But unfortunately, it will take several months. Well, this may be the result of the previous divination. Be patient, wait, persevere, stop being greedy, and then a turning point will come, and you will see the sunshine."
"Several months…" Christina murmured, shaking her head. "No, so much time has passed. Even if we find Lanius, we won't get the money back…"
Christina paused for a few seconds, then looked at Megos and said:
"You have to make a decision. I think keeping this child will make your life difficult and full of thorns. Are you going to tell him that his father is a conman who has cheated many people, including his mother?"
Within the land forsaken by the gods, the higher-dimensional observer transformed his avatar into the "eggshell" he had previously left behind, and through the hard shell, he mocked the true creator:
"Seriously, what were you thinking before? Even if we're in bad shape, it shouldn't be this bad, right? If we don't step in now, you'll be in serious trouble at the hospital!"
"..." The True Creator said in a deep voice, "Do you know how annoying you are?"
"I know, Primal Hunger said the same thing to me." The High Dimension Overlord nodded. "That was the last time I threw his plate into the territory of the Super Star Overlord, and I got scolded by both of them."
"May I ask, what was the food of the original hunger?"
"A lush planet."
"Damn it." The True Creator, annoyed, manipulated his external avatar, causing the child in Megaius's womb to gently kick her, soothing her emotions and preventing her from being aborted—although at most, that would mean an early divine descent, taking the entire Tingen with him to his death. But for a dignified evil god to stoop to such a state was far too shameful. Judging from the nature of the higher-dimensional being looking down upon him, the True Creator felt that if he were truly reduced to that level, he would probably be mocked by Him for three days and three nights.
"Actually, I can help you I can even help you be born." The higher-dimensional observer suddenly said to Him. The true creator narrowed His eyes, staring at the higher-dimensional observer, the surrounding flesh trembling: "What do you want?"
"I don't need anything," the higher-dimensional observer said sincerely to the true creator. "You may not believe me, but if I must ask what I need, it is for God to never appear again. I would do everything in my power to put God's ashes in his urn."
The higher-dimensional observer didn't say one thing: as the embodiment of the source matter, His usual behavior largely follows the instincts of His source matter. The instincts of the source matter always align with His own characteristics; this includes the higher-dimensional observer's arrogant pity for every suffering person, including helping Klein, who was alone in a foreign land. Aside from those mystical pronouncements that were haunted by memories of His original human form, the higher-dimensional observer's other behavioral logic is governed by the characteristics of the source matter.
The higher dimensions, the two pathways of the Outer God, and His essence together constitute the "Higher-Dimensional Overlord," who is both compassionate and cruel, humble and arrogant. Such an Outer God, whose motives are completely incomprehensible to humanity, is naturally fearsome. Furthermore, a portion of the Outer God's soul has been corrupted by the presence of a portion of the higher-dimensional soul, which also arouses the disgust of some Outer Gods. He does not fear death, just as he does not abhor life. However, due to the influence of humanity, He dislikes complete silence and desires to see a bustling "courtyard."
In His eyes, there is little difference between pillars and mortals. He will do anything that interests Him. This is why He is willing to help the true Creator without expecting anything in return, simply because this scene, identical to one in His memory, amuses Him.
"What do you plan to do?" the True Creator asked in a deep voice.
Wei Gao smirked as he stepped down from the carriage. He watched as shipments of goods from Backlund arrived in Tingen and were transported away on cargo ships. Gao Wei heard the trading company commissar standing beside him and the newly promoted Benson overseeing the disembarking of laborers from the Southern Continent, personally loading the goods that had ravaged their nation's order onto the ships.
The company representative also said, "Praise be to Emperor Roselle! He allowed us to buy raw materials from the Southern Continent at such low prices! He allowed us to sell unsold industrial products at such high prices!"
Ironically, Roselle has perfectly and cruelly replicated the ancient "triangular trade" here, a trade that continues to this day, still inflicting immense oppression on the inhabitants of the Southern Continent. But what about the oppressors, the nations of Rune and Intis? Their lower classes remain impoverished, their lives not much different from those of the oppressed commoners of the Southern Continent. Tragically, they are powerless to resist; they live only because the highest-ranking gods need them as anchors.
The Outer Gods couldn't understand the behavior of the native gods. Compared to the fragile and easily destroyed anchor, a strong self was the most stable existence. The Ancients and True Gods in the vast starry sky lived according to their instincts of aggregation or primordial matter, leading a life far more free than the True Gods trapped on Earth.
It is precisely because they rely on these anchors that the gods, who should have been invincible, are so easily corrupted by the starry sky; the speed of high-sequence aggregation should also be increasing, but the seven gods are now like a decaying stage, staging a farce day after day. At this rate, this planet will stagnate forever until the initial barrier dissipates and the entire world is destroyed by the Outer Gods.
The higher-dimensional observer disliked this kind of drama, so He prepared to stir up this stagnant water in the manner of an outer god. Even the most stubborn and rigid super-star ruler wouldn't suppress the development of an entire civilization like this; at most, He would wait for the civilization to set foot in space before playfully swallowing it up. Yet here, seven gods with only the rank of true gods had made the entire planet seem lifeless what difference was there between this and a puppet show by a celestial being?
Upholding the spirit of theocracy, the higher-dimensional observers decided to help the beings of Earth by granting them the right to develop freely.
"Eyes that wander in delusion, a sage hidden behind a veil, a messenger belonging solely to Abraham the High One."
A pair of eyes opened beside the higher dimension, remaining motionless and appearing somewhat dazed. In the higher dimension's eyes, the Hidden Sage had been completely corrupted by Him; the activated parts had been modified and transformed into the appearance of the higher dimension looking down.
"Deliver this letter to the Punishers and Night Watchers patrolling this area." The High Dimension Overlord scribbled a few lines on a piece of paper, folded it up, and handed it to the pair of transparent eyes. He wasn't worried at all about his identity being revealed by divination—ha, with no ancient fighting force on this Earth, he wasn't afraid even if the letter ended up with the Lord of Storms.
"What have you done?" the True Creator asked, frowning. The Higher Dimension chuckled and casually replied:
"Report Lanius."
"?" The True Creator was taken aback: "Why are you reporting my divine descent body if you have nothing better to do?"
"Think about it, in order to carry out their Lord's divine decree, the Storm Church will inevitably bring Lanuus back to the church. But the Lanuus case happened in the Night Watchers' jurisdiction, so the Night Watchers won't just stand by and watch the Punisher take Lanuus away. Therefore, to maintain secrecy, the Storm Church will most likely make him return the money he swindled, giving those who were cheated justice."
Wei Gao pushed up his monocle, which was only worn when he was in a suit, and continued to talk to the true creator using his avatar in the land of the forsaken gods: "Doing this will firstly attract away your presence in Megaos's belly, and secondly, it will also give the mother of your next body a wider range of activities, such as going to the Southern Continent where all kinds of gods are fighting."
"Although Adam and Ince Zangwill will most likely continue to manipulate Megaos, making her a tool for them to achieve 0-0-8, I can 'help' tamper with Ince Zangwill's memories and create a copy of the 'True Creator God's Descent Vessel.' Of course, I need you to bring a piece of divine flesh to complete this 'copy.'"
The True Creator: "..."
After a long silence, He sighed and said, "I beg you, my ally..."
The Punishers and Night Watchers patrolling the harbor exchanged bewildered glances upon finding a letter suddenly appearing in their pockets. After reading it, they sprang into action. Gao Wei, watching the last crate of goods being loaded onto the ship, yawned and said to Benson:
"The delivery's finished, Benson, how about we go to that coffee shop over there to rest for a bit?"
Benson was taken aback and subconsciously looked at his supervisor beside him the supervisor was looking down, seemingly oblivious to the undisguised meaning in Wei Gao's words.