Chapter 219: Copying the World

The atmosphere inside the Solomon Palace was as terrifying as if it had frozen; the Angels each remained silent.

Yet that Emperor, who was indeed somewhat muddle-headed, grew increasingly uneasy, for not a single one of his ancestors had raised any objections to this Bill of Rights.

Oh, this Emperor's status was insufficient; he could not sense that sacred, majestic aura, which was like the shadow of a Rule, and he did not know that the source of the "honor" he bore on his shoulders was watching this place.

"Your Majesty, do not hesitate." Roselle said softly, then went to the Emperor's side, picked up the Emperor's pen, and signed the Emperor's name.

All the Angels watched this scene calmly; the Emperor wanted to stop it, but he could no longer move and could only watch as Roselle completed the signing of the bill.

There was no other way to better express or interpret this bill.

"It is done!"

Roselle stood up straight and displayed this "Bill of Rights" to all the Angels.

Without spending a single soldier or losing a single weapon, without even a fierce quarrel or struggle, the revolution was completed at this very moment.

An imperial revolution was just this simple, unadorned, and dull, encountering no obstacles whatsoever.

The next day, an explosive piece of news spread throughout the entire world.

The Emperor claimed illness and ceased to handle state affairs, the Noble Council was established, and Roselle Gustav became the First Speaker, effectively controlling the supreme power of the empire.

After becoming the Speaker and grasping supreme power, Roselle immediately began sweeping reforms, spreading the various things he had invented throughout the Solomon Empire on a massive scale.

This reform movement also caused the strength of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery to advance by leaps and bounds, even surpassing the other two major churches within the Solomon Empire.

"It is a pity I could not become Napoleon, only Cromwell."

"No, the Glorious Revolution was not completed by Cromwell."

Roselle, having finished signing one government decree after another, sighed.

"Daddy!" Bernadette, wearing a princess dress, burst into this office that represented the supreme power of the empire.

"Bebe!" Roselle's face immediately broke into a smile; the current Bernadette had grown a bit, already over three years old, and the more she grew, the cuter she became.

"Today I learned how to pat backs from Mommy; let me pat and knead yours!" Bernadette came behind Roselle, her little hands kneading away.

A daughter's hands do not need to be strong; having the heart to do so is enough to make an old father feel gratified.

"Daddy, I want to go to the Fairy Tale Castle!" Bernadette kissed Roselle on the face, then looked at him with eager eyes.

The Fairy Tale Castle is the Dream Castle.

Roselle had created many fairy tale books for Bernadette, and the Fairy Tale Castles that existed in these books were all directly modeled after the Dream Castle.

The Dream Castle could be said to be the place Bernadette longed for most today.

"The Dream Castle..." Roselle hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded gently, "Alright, I will take you there now."

He had reached the pinnacle in the empire and the Church, and it was time to seek the path beyond Angelhood that Chumen had spoken of.

"Yay! Daddy is the best!" Bernadette jumped up in excitement.

"Let's go." Roselle took Bernadette and directly Roamed to the Dream Castle.

"Welcome, little niece." Chumen also happened to appear here.

"Go on, this is the Fairy Tale Castle you like best." Bernadette looked at everything before her with curiosity and ran off excitedly.

"I thought you were going to be corrupted by power." Chumen glanced at Roselle; He now carried an inexplicable sense of majesty.

"The Doomsday is coming soon." Roselle looked at his daughter, who was excitedly tugging at a unicorn, his eyes softening.

As an Angel, He already understood everything He should; He could almost access any confidential file in the Church of Steam and Machinery at will.

Furthermore, Bethel, with whom He maintained a good friendship, had also given Him intelligence regarding the Starry Sky and the Outer Gods.

Two hundred years is far too short for an Angel; by that time, His daughter might have only just grown up.

"So?" Chumen asked softly.

"Only by becoming a True God does one have the most basic capital to protect one's family and stand firm in the Doomsday." Roselle's understanding of this was already profound enough.

"Then let's go."

Chumen reached out and beckoned Bernadette over, "Uncle will take you to a more fun place, okay?"

"Okay!" Bernadette reached out and grabbed the corner of Chumen's clothes.

"Then let's go!" With a single thought, the world that existed only in illusion rippled, submerging the figures of the three.

The three figures appeared in a primordial paradise, where strange flowers and plants and holy sacred trees were everywhere, along with various berries exuding a sweet fragrance and surging sacred springs.

Besides this, there was a vast number of Dream creatures: nine-colored deer, mermaids, unicorns, phoenixes, fairies...

The creatures here were in a beautiful and dreamy state, without mad erosion or disgusting slime; these cute and beautiful creatures were frolicking and playing, carefree.

"... It is like the legendary Eden." After entering this paradise, Roselle felt an indescribable peace.

"This is Eden." Chumen went to a strange fruit tree and plucked a Golden Apple.

"This is the Fruit of Wisdom." Chumen gave this apple to Bernadette, and the little girl held the apple and ran off happily; she wanted to meet the fairy in the lake.

"Your place is already perfect enough." A faint light flickered in Roselle's eyes; judging this Creation from the perspective of a craftsman, it was simply impeccable.

"It is still far from enough." Chumen led Roselle out of Eden; next door was the Fairy Tale Town, and further away was a void.

"This is a massive world comparable to the universe, equivalent to a reflection of the universe, but I have only created two attractions for now."

"Tell me your thoughts." Chumen looked at Roselle; reasonable or unreasonable suggestions could all be adopted.

"Give me the authority." Roselle first made a request; Chumen nodded gently, and a symbol casually fell onto the back of Roselle's hand—this was the authority of the Creator of the Phantom Realm.

"First, copy!" Roselle's tone was so serious it was laughable.

As expected of you... Chumen's mouth twitched, but he also felt it was only natural.

"First, copy our world..." Roselle utilized the authority of the Creator.

Boom!

As if heaven and earth were being created, a planet was born from the void and appeared before Roselle and Chumen, everything on it a true replica.

Only at this moment, Roselle's body suddenly stiffened; he was now on the periphery of this planet, taking in the entire outline of the planet.

It is too familiar...

"Here... is Earth?" Roselle looked at Chumen with a strained tone.

"I thought you already knew," Chumen said indifferently.

Roselle looked at the Earth before him with a slightly stiff expression; the outlines of the continents had changed somewhat, but the familiar appearance could still be vaguely discerned.

"It really is 'home'..."