Chapter 113: Outer God Erosion

"I wish, I wish for my items to return to my hands."

A voice rang out beside the ear of the Wishing Lamp; it was precisely the voice of Chumen. He was now the master of the Wishing Lamp and possessed the right to make a wish.

Caught between "God" and "Mysteries," the Wishing Lamp felt not a shred of security despite holding two pieces of Unique, and after Chumen made his wish, it fulfilled it without the slightest hesitation.

——The items in this wish also included the Wishing Lamp itself, which would allow the lamp to reasonably escape its current, precarious dilemma.

The Wishing Lamp, the Black Emperor Crown, and the Brass Book all vanished instantly, returning to Chumen's original body.

There were no more obstacles between "God" and "Mysteries."

"..."

The two Pillars did not speak; they struck almost subconsciously, wanting to nail the other's coffin lid shut!

As if the history of the First Epoch were repeating itself, these two began a war at the highest level of this universe once more.

Of course, at this moment, they were far from comparable to their complete forms in the First Epoch.

Most of "God's" power was suppressed by the Sasriel personality within, rendering it unusable.

And the "Lord of the Mysteries," who had only just begun to awaken, lacked the corresponding Characteristics to support him within his body; even the "Error" Unique was fake.

The entire world was plunged into danger due to the riots and confrontation between the Chaos Sea and Sefirah Castle.

The World Barrier seemed to be trembling slightly, the Earth as a whole was experiencing earthquakes, the continent beneath their feet had begun to split apart, and endless tsunamis were rising in the oceans.

Chumen, whose consciousness was inside the Dream Angel, watched a cosmic-level battle from close range.

Various concepts were being tampered with, stolen, and in the next instant, reshaped, corrupted, and controlled; the space between the two Pillars was shattering, degenerating, and collapsing at a terrifying speed.

This directly affected the stability of the world.

But this process did not last long; neither of them was in a good state, but "Mysteries," having just awakened, was still suppressed by "God."

"Eternal Day!" "God" spoke softly. Chumen's body, far away in his own territory, stiffened, and all the impulses to fall into a deep sleep caused by the appearance of the Source Quality were suppressed.

The effect of "Eternal Day" that "God" was currently exerting was aimed at him—or more accurately, at the Dream Angel.

The Dream Angel's body had become the vessel for the "Lord of the Mysteries" to awaken, and the consciousness belonging to Chumen had been suppressed until it was extremely weak; now, being pulled out of lethargy by "Eternal Day," it was enough to struggle against the newly awakened "Lord of the Mysteries."

"The tug-of-war between Dream and Mysteries will form a balance."

"God" made a prophecy amidst the chaotic, dark seawater.

This was the first time "God" had utilized this power, and then, without any prerequisites, the prophecy was realized.

A certain power caused the will of "Mysteries" and Chumen to maintain a bizarre balance.

Chumen only felt himself become incomparably powerful, capable of contending with the "Lord of the Mysteries" within his body.

"Omniscient and Omnipotent"... as long as the awakening of the "Lord of the Mysteries" does not exceed a certain limit, I will remain in this state forever.

Such a thought rose in Chumen's heart; he wanted to give up resisting, but the thought of suicide could not even arise!

This power was too terrifying. Of course, "God," who had used this power, was also suppressed by Sasriel for the first time and fell into a disadvantage.

This was the price "God" had to pay to confront the awakening "Mysteries."

He had been prepared for this the moment he chose to nail the will of the "Lord of the Mysteries" shut.

Now the situation had reversed, the roles of attacker and defender had swapped, and "God," now on the defensive, had to wait for the next opportunity.

All the manifestations on "God" were dissipating; Sasriel restrained the power he was radiating, though, of course, he did not retract the prophecy suppressing "Mysteries."

The remaining True Gods had fallen into stagnation under "God's" power, but once they broke free, they launched attacks again without hesitation!

Surging dark tides rushed in, obliterating all existence; the decay of Twilight and the miracles of living beings bloomed simultaneously; bone clouds of death spread, bound Curses took effect, along with the red of war, the calamity of Fate...

Sasriel waited calmly, falling into a dream along with the power of the night; he saw himself being killed, his golden God's Blood spilling across the ocean.

Very smooth... Chumen grew tense; this moment was the most critical.

"What should I do at this time?" The more nervous Chumen became, the less he seemed able to grasp the main point.

All his energy and focus seemed to be drawn into the tug-of-war and confrontation with "Mysteries."

Hum!

The Divinity Badge on Chumen's chest trembled abruptly.

That was the "Eternal Day" from Sasriel.

Chumen's mind cleared with a boom, as if an invisible curtain had been lifted, and his vision instantly became clear.

"It's the Outer Gods! They are too calm!" Chumen suddenly felt a sense of scalp-tingling dread.

From the start of the assassination until now, the Outer Gods had not made a single move, not even pretending to approach Earth.

Perhaps the will of the two Pillars had frightened them, but this would definitely not scare away the "Fallen Mother Goddess"!

In the City of Miracles, the five trapped Kings of Angels each behaved differently.

Adam was still waiting for something to happen; Amon had finished touring the labyrinth with great interest—though, compared to usual, Amon also had some worries, and the smile at the corner of his mouth had faded quite a bit.

Leodero was building up his rage, preparing to launch a desperate strike against Dream, swearing to defend his faith to the death; Herabogen had remained motionless, seemingly lost in thought.

"I have a way to get out," Osekus said suddenly. The sun had already probed every part of the labyrinth, and he was certain this Miracle Labyrinth had no exit.

Then one would just have to create one.

All the Kings of Angels looked at Osekus.

"Use it quickly! I don't want to stay here waiting for the result!" Leodero roared in a low voice.

"When did you acquire such an ability?" Amon looked at Osekus with a smile on his lips, his right hand unconsciously reaching toward Osekus, wanting to Steal it.

"Stop!" Adam, however, picked up the Silver Cross on his chest at some point.

But both Adam's guidance and Amon's Stealing failed; Osekus possessed something of an extremely high level!

"Don't worry, it's just a little trinket." Osekus took out a palm-sized portal made of flesh and blood.

This came from a Sequence 3 Vampire in Osekus's territory, a "Summoning Master."

It is worth mentioning that this "Summoning Master" did not worship the Mother Goddess of Earth, nor the Ancestor of Blood, but rather the Moon hanging above.

"Primordial Moon"!

Osekus threw down the Flesh Gate in his hand, and in an instant, this Flesh Gate expanded crazily; low murmurs came from the other side of the gate, appearing to be a ritual, and the objects of the ritual were the "Eternal Moon" and the "Primordial Moon".

"What are you doing?!" Amon sensed a familiar aura, and his smile froze slightly.

"When there is no way to break the deadlock, we must introduce power from outside the game." Osekus's eyes were clear, and he was very sober.

Hum!

The Flesh Gate opened slightly, and wisps of crimson light seeped in.