Chapter 478: Grudges

"Good thing I held back..." Outside the Twilight Palace, where the twilight had solidified, Amon, who had several times nearly been unable to resist reaching out to steal the "Blasphemy Slate," patted their hands with lingering fear.

They did not have "Sefirah Castle"; if they had faced the aura of that "God" just now, the outcome would have been even worse.

"What a pity for such a fine treasure." Amon looked at the "Blasphemy Slate" inside the palace with some regret.

"Perhaps I should wait for Mr. 'Fool' to finish clearing the mines before making a move?" Amon secretly kept a close watch on "Sefirah Castle."

But in reality, Klein did not know what to do now; if it were the "Fallen Creator," he could still rely on his current self to prevail, but he dared not even approach this true "Creator" now.

"Call for backup!" Klein gritted his teeth; this was the only way.

"Chumen!" Klein triggered the Causality Thread between himself and Chumen.

Subsequently, a body condensed once more where his body had just died, and he regained control of "The Last Supper."

It was also at this moment that the Hidden World, blessed by the "Goddess," had been pierced through by a blazing ray of light.

The power of the "Sun" domain also possessed a certain restraint against the Night Pathway, capable of tearing open the Hidden World.

Shadows descended upon this palace once again; the "Fallen Creator" was now undisguisedly releasing an aura that was faint yet of an extremely high level, triggering the autonomous defense of the entire "Sefirah Castle."

"I am indeed not good at Deception, and even less suited for hiding." This Creator manifested again in the image of the "Dark Angel" Sasriel, and with a beckoning of their hand, the "Blasphemy Slate" landed in their grasp.

They seemed to have abandoned a certain thought and no longer hid themselves; at this moment, an ocean of indescribable color, seemingly containing all secrets, surged out from beneath the palace.

"Dream, come out." The "Fallen Creator" looked at Klein expressionlessly and said coldly.

"..." Klein silently unfurled the scroll in his hand, revealing the painting that was the most soul-stirring, the most sacred in color, and which embodied a deep sense of destiny.

It was the scene of the Dream Angel holding the "Spear of Destiny" and assassinating the "Creator."

"This painting was left behind by Him." The "Fallen Creator" nodded slightly; the "Him" here was the "Mysteries."

When He created the scroll, He probably did not know if He had foreseen today.

The struggle between "God" and the "Mysteries" had never ceased from ancient times to the present, even with the intrusion of Dream.

"I knew you wouldn't die off so easily." The Dream Angel holding the "Spear of Destiny" in the painting suddenly came to life, phosphorescence flickering in their eyes as they spoke softly.

He stepped down from the scroll and arrived in the Real World.

This "The Last Supper," created by the "Mysteries" and having fallen into Chumen's hands for thousands of years, was naturally more than just a simple Sequence 2 Sealed Artifact.

"I am curious, what was your original plan?" Chumen looked at the "Sasriel" holding the "Blasphemy Slate" before him, feeling as if he had returned to thousands of years ago.

"Was it to deceive all of us, die once, and then live in the current world as an Angel?"

"Or were you going to try to contact Herabogen and Leodero?"

Whether inside or outside the current Giant King's Court, or the Dream Council in the "Dream Kingdom," all were shocked by the world described by Chumen in just a few words.

A weakened "God" hiding in some corner of the world, periodically corrupting a True God—this was a terrifying prospect for any True God.

"That was my initial thought." The conversation between the "Fallen Creator" and Chumen gave Klein a sense of eeriness. These two did not seem like enemies, but truly like old friends of thousands of years.

"But in the end, I am not like 'Mysteries'..."

"Shameless, cunning, and lacking human decency!" Chumen finished the sentence, and then both Chumen and the "Fallen Creator" subconsciously looked at Klein.

Klein was stunned, his brain unable to process it.

"It's not me they're talking about, it's the 'Mysteries'." Klein, on "Sefirah Castle," had already reacted; he truly had not expected the reputation of this "Mysteries" to be like this...

Amon, who had been silently watching the show outside the Giant King's Court, seemed to have been offended in some way.

"I am glad we can reach a consensus on this." The "Fallen Creator" chuckled as they looked at Chumen, their gaze lingering for a moment on that "Spear of Destiny."

"However, this does not mean I will let you 'get your wish'." The "Fallen Creator's" next sentence destroyed all the previous false friendliness and tacit understanding.

"It should have been from the moment you gained sentience that our relationship seemed to begin a transformation that even I could not fully see through."

"The current me and Him are on the same side."

The tone of the "Fallen Creator" was upright and peaceful, like the "Vice Sovereign of Heaven" who was deeply worshipped and believed in by followers in the Third Epoch.

They looked at Chumen with great interest, wanting to discern something from his attitude.

"Oh, I see." Chumen nodded indifferently.

It seemed this was not the first time he had faced the pressure of two Pillars at once.

"I regret that we could not reach an agreement, so I can only ask you to sleep for a while longer." Chumen took a step forward, holding the "Spear of Destiny."

Clack!

Footsteps rang out, the chaotic, pitch-black seawater surged violently, and a Sun exploded beneath Chumen's feet, the endless light and heat seemingly about to evaporate the entire world.

Klein nearly suffocated and hurriedly dispersed his Historical Projection, sitting obediently on "Sefirah Castle" to watch the battle.

It was not that the battle between the "Fallen Creator" and the Dream Angel was particularly intense, but that the Authority and level involved in their fight were simply too high; Klein barely dared to look.

Not just Klein; apart from the real-time broadcast on the Dream Council, the other True Gods and Kings of Angels watching this had to look away, or else they would suffer intense Corruption.

"The True Gods of this era are truly pathetic." Amon gave a sharp critique of those True Gods who didn't even dare to watch.

The True Gods lived best in the Second and Fourth Epochs; in those two eras, True Gods could basically do whatever they wanted.

But by the Third and Fifth Epochs, there was always an existence beyond Sequence above the True Gods; if a True God caused trouble, they would fall.

Among them, the True Gods' perception of the "Supreme Dream" was probably the most complex; although Dream sponged off their believers, often bullied them, and snatched their Authority, he was a good "Oldest One."

Because in a situation like facing this weakened "God" now, he actually steps up!

"Oh, so he's my teacher, then it's fine!" Amon had completely relaxed; since the teacher had arrived, the "Blasphemy Slate" was no longer their concern.

(End of chapter)