Chapter 477: Creator

Backlund suburbs, Chumen Manor.

Chumen was unusually sitting in a chair, watching the battle taking place in the Giant King's Court through Dream Phosphor.

But at this moment, he seemed to have received a summons; he chuckled and sank his consciousness directly into the Dream Book.

"I remember it has been a while since we last held a Dream Council," Chumen said, laughing as he looked at the other three.

The first thirteen hundred years of the Fifth Epoch had been too peaceful, with nothing major happening, so the Dream Council had almost devolved into a senior citizens' club; now, finally, something of sufficient weight had arrived.

"What is going on with that 'Fallen Creator'?" Amanises tapped the table lightly, her tone serious.

"You don't seem to have shared the relevant intelligence with us," Lilith said, arms crossed, looking at Chumen and Sasriel.

"We hadn't truly confirmed the situation inside before," Sasriel explained.

"So what exactly is inside?" Amanises nodded slowly, accepting this explanation. "He is not some 'Fallen Creator', or rather... more than that!"

"He should not have been born," Lilith said thoughtfully.

The assassination in the Third Epoch was planned by the few of them, and the Third Epoch Creator was also aware of it; even when the end was inevitable, he chose to die voluntarily, fulfilling Sasriel and Chumen.

Therefore, logically speaking, there should not be any hatred or resentment.

"He is 'God'," Chumen revealed the answer directly.

The "Dream Kingdom" fell into a deathly silence.

"... How does he exist?" They were comrades of thousands of years, so naturally they wouldn't doubt it, they just didn't understand.

Before Angels or even True Gods, the state of mental stitching was not so severe; even if one lost control, one would only become a Monster, and no truly great existence would awaken.

But now, the "Fallen Creator" seemed to have broken this convention.

Let alone Angels, the current "Fallen Creator" was essentially an evil spirit, with no Characteristics in his body at all, only the "Blasphemy Slate" supporting his status.

"The first 'Blasphemy Slate' is that person's body; it is normal for some mutation to occur."

"Actually, it's my fault; I am too strong," Chumen explained with a straight face.

Sasriel wanted to speak but stopped, and the two Goddesses remained expressionless.

"It really is me!" Chumen had to explain, "When I killed 'God', he seemed to have foreseen something, and at the last moment, he used the 'Blasphemy Slate' to make unknown arrangements."

"Later, I went further at the end of the Fourth Epoch, which stimulated 'Mysteries' and 'God' so much that they couldn't lie still, and they began to use various means to stir up trouble."

"Cheek, 'Sefirah Castle', the 'Blasphemy Slate', and the 'Fallen Creator' are all part of it."

"Before, they kept lying still because they were certain they would be the final winners, so they weren't in a hurry, but now that I am only a few small steps away from the true Supreme, they have to be in a hurry."

The other three listened quietly; it seemed this was the only explanation.

"Then how are you going to deal with the 'Fallen Creator'?" Lilith asked.

Such an existence, although still weak, had a nature sufficient to shock any True God, who would spare no cost to destroy it.

"I will handle it well," Chumen said sternly. He waved his hand, and the battle happening in the Giant King's Court appeared on the table.

Klein, who was in the battle, had already summoned combat power at the level of a King of Angels.

"His current combat power should be less than Sequence 1; he only needs to resist the various traits coming from the Chaos Sea..."

Klein continuously invoked the power of "Sefirah Castle", resisting the chaotic and illusory seawater; the Grey Fog had already enveloped the entire palace.

"Steal"! Klein continuously used "Steal", wanting to steal the "Blasphemy Slate" from the hands of the "Fallen Creator".

It was just that, after all, the real Amon was not here; Klein tried several times and failed, and was even misled several times, stealing "Fallen" instead, almost ruining his body.

"Must finish the battle quickly, otherwise who knows what terrifying things that 'Blasphemy Slate' will produce."

Klein took a deep breath and shook the "Last Supper" in his hand violently; this time, he was no longer summoning the power of a King of Angels, but seeking out a True God!

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to let a True God's power descend; what he needed was a True God's blessing.

In Klein's mind appeared the "Hidden" that the "Hidden Angel" had used in front of him several times, and he manifested it.

At the same time, Klein triggered the image of the "Evernight Goddess" on the scroll!

Hum... The brilliant Starry Sky on the scroll seemed to light up.

An invisible blessing fell upon Klein; the "Evernight Goddess" had indeed responded to Klein and bestowed a blessing!

"Hidden!" An invisible sphere appeared in Klein's hand; under the Goddess's blessing, this "Hidden" was more powerful than any the "Hidden" Angel had ever used!

The "Fallen Creator", who was raising his hands to block the projections of the two Kings of Angels, suddenly looked up at the brilliant Starry Sky in the scroll.

"Amanises!"

Ssh!

The shadow where the "Fallen Creator" was located seemed to turn into a sketch, being erased by an eraser.

This process seemed somewhat difficult; Klein only felt his Spirituality draining away like a flood.

"Now is the time!" Klein dared not delay at all; this was the only chance to get close to the "Blasphemy Slate". As long as he got the "Blasphemy Slate" in his hands, this battle would be over.

But the moment Klein approached the "Blasphemy Slate", his brain exploded with a boom, and his whole person collapsed!

"What!" Klein on "Sefirah Castle" exploded, shattering into strips of Phosphor Worm.

"Tamper"!

The cloak suddenly lifted, mobilizing the power of "Sefirah Castle", blocking a power of extremely high status, and tampering the power onto a Paper Figurine, giving Klein a chance to catch his breath.

"Restart"!

The palace above the Grey Fog and Klein returned to their previous state, looking fearful.

"What is that thing!?" Klein hurriedly looked at the Hidden World he had constructed.

The "Fallen Creator" trapped in the Hidden World suddenly looked up, as if locking eyes with Klein.

Klein's pupils shrank, a chill surged up, and his body stiffened.

In fact, he was not attacked; he had seen something he shouldn't have, just like the many times he had peeked at Kings of Angels or even True Gods through divination before.

But he was already a Dream Angel now!

"That is... the Third Epoch Creator!" In Klein's eyes appeared a light and shadow that reached the sky and the earth; He stepped on the chaotic, dark, and illusory water, His specific features unclear, while Storm, Sun, Mind, Shadow, and Knowledge all circled around Him.

Such an image, Klein had only seen something similar in "The Last Supper"; that was the "Third Epoch Creator" killed by the Dream Angel!

(End of chapter)