Chapter 110: God

"Everyone, this is merely the prologue; the true challenge will begin in a few hundred years," Chumen reminded softly.

"Prepare yourselves accordingly." Sasriel nodded gently, after which Amanises directly declared the first gathering of the "Rose Redemption" concluded, and left in concealment.

Immediately following, the Mother Goddess of Earth, the God of War, the God of Death, and the God of Spirits all departed through their own means, leaving only the Creator's few Kings of Angels at the scene.

"I used my ability to make a prophecy." Ouroboros looked up at Sasriel, "In Fate, I saw Fallen, blood, darkness, rot, slaughter, Filth..."

Sasriel merely listened without offering an opinion.

"Not a single good word among them." Medici clicked his tongue, though his mood was far less cheerful than before.

"Why not bring Leodero and the others, including Amon?" Medici looked at the calm-faced Chumen and Sasriel, "Could it be that they have become so stupid they can no longer distinguish who their Lord is?"

"Amon and Adam carry my arrangements to resist That One, while Leodero and the others might be influenced by That One due to the nature of their Pathways," Sasriel explained.

"Truly..."

Even Medici was speechless for a moment; a Church that had almost ruled the entire century had been forcibly split just like that, and they were even plotting to assassinate the Omniscient and Omnipotent God.

"I need some time to accept this." Ouroboros stood up and paced back and forth in the Twilight Palace, then... He decided to paint a few murals to calm down.

"Interesting!" Medici jumped to Ouroboros's side, watching the mural take shape, occasionally offering suggestions and modifying his own perfect image within the mural.

"..." Chumen watched this scene and also leaned in, using Dream Phosphor to add a little something to his own portrait.

Seeing this, Medici indicated that he wanted some too, but was sternly refused by Ouroboros, who had always been a realist and couldn't beat Dream, otherwise...

Sasriel watched the three Kings of Angels vying over a mural, feeling somewhat speechless.

Just a moment ago they were plotting the monumental task of killing the Creator, and in the next breath, they were discussing how to leave a more perfect image on a mural.

Is this... appropriate?

But for a moment, Sasriel felt this was also quite good.

These few hundred years were critical for the Creator, who was locked in a tug-of-war with "God," and for the "Rose Redemption," it was agonizing.

Among them, the problems Chumen encountered were particularly prominent; in his own territory, he felt the gradually reviving will of "God" at every moment, and the Dream Sea was never once free of turbulence, leaving him exhausted.

But Chumen wanted to take this opportunity to gradually strengthen his own resistance to the will of "God," so he gritted his teeth and did not leave.

Of course, for safety, Chumen also made several preparations; the one active on the surface was merely the "Dream Angel" identity he had separated.

This "Dream Angel" identity walked constantly throughout the world, making various preparations for the war.

In the few hundred years, the God of War Church gained the recognition of the Creator Church, and in some places, even hidden sects worshiping death or pursuing Temperance appeared.

This was the reward Sasriel had paid in advance.

In many dioceses, rumors had already appeared that the Vice Sovereign of Heaven was being tempted by hidden existences and was gradually turning toward the Fallen.

"You and Sasriel seem to be hiding something from us." This was already the umpteenth time Amon had come to probe.

After the "Rose Redemption" was established, its members would plot once every period of time to discuss specific combat preparations; even with the power of "Hidden," it was impossible to keep everyone completely unaware.

Among them, Amon used a certain keen sense of smell to lock onto Chumen, confirming that he was an important link in this concealment.

"I already told you to go ask your father." This identity of Chumen was no different from Chumen himself, more like a clone.

In his hands, he was twirling two eyeballs condensed from starlight; they were the Unique of the "Door" Pathway.

Bethel had already gone to the Starry Sky to perfectly hold the Sequence 1 "Star Key" advancement ritual, becoming a Sequence 1 Angel, but this item could not yet be given to Him.

"Father has fallen into a deep sleep." Amon's expression was somewhat strange; as the "Error" Unique turned sentient, He sensed something changing, but could not know the state of the Creator, nor did He have the ability to peer through the "Hidden."

"Then wait for Him to wake up and ask again." Chumen stopped outside a city-state and used the "Door" Authority to locate the coordinates here.

For these few hundred years, he had been doing exactly this.

"You are afraid of something." Amon reached out to grab and steal the starlight used for positioning, but some power shifted, and He subconsciously let go, not attempting to "Steal" again.

His intuition issued a warning; something bad would happen.

"This trick again." Amon sneered, but did not dare to act.

Amon still wanted to continue pestering and try other methods, but at a certain moment, He and Chumen both looked up toward the direction of the Creator Kingdom.

A connection on a mysterious level caused them to sense it.

"Father has awakened?" Amon blinked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, awakened..." The smile on Chumen's face faded.

"Heh! The information you hold is no longer of value." Amon suddenly looked at Chumen.

Chumen gave Amon a strange look, then chuckled, "Hurry back and find your father."

"Hmph!" Amon was uncharacteristically "obedient," directly stealing the distance and returning to the Creator Kingdom.

Chumen had no intention of returning to the Creator Kingdom and silently began his preparations.

"You also have things you fear." Chumen silently took a mask from his portable space and fastened it onto his face.

The "Fool" mask!

Before this, the "Error" Unique that had been replicated by Chumen had already appeared in Chumen's right eye.

The "Fool" mask and the "Error" Unique fused, and a strange aura appeared in this world; those two eyeballs condensed from starlight were affected by the force of aggregation and were already stirring.

If Amon were here, the true "Error" Unique would be pulled, and "Mysteries" would revive right then and there.

Therefore, Amon had been arranged to leave.

For "God," who could be called Omniscient and Omnipotent, this was simple.

"Dream, we meet again."

A priest wearing a simple white robe walked out from this city-state, stepping on the sacred path paved with white stones, his bare feet gathering no dust.

The sunlight seemed to have found its home, gradually converging toward Him, forming a halo behind His head.

His eyes, clear as an infant's, looked at Chumen and offered a friendly greeting.

Even Chumen, who had made sufficient preparations for this, took a slight step back upon seeing the Creator like this.

The Creator before him no longer showed any trace of humanity, giving one a feeling of grandeur and infinity, like a massive light and shadow capable of supporting the universe.

"Hello, 'God'."