Chapter 83: Fallen Morning Star

Afterward, the Angel of Fate Ouroboros and the Wisdom Angel Herabogen both obtained two Sequence 1 Characteristics.

"..." Chumen, who was in charge of the treasury but had also received great benefits, struggled to hold back.

Hum!

The Statue of the Creator emitted an aura more magnificent and ethereal than before, causing everyone, Demigods, and Angels alike to feel a sense of awe.

This time, the Creator had truly manifested before people.

"The Lord who created everything, the Omniscient and Omnipotent God..."

Countless believers knelt and bowed to the figure of the God who had descended.

Among them, the not-so-well-behaved Chumen quietly raised his head and saw more.

For instance, the Creator was holding a three- or four-year-old child in each of His hands!

Hiss! Chumen drew a light breath, sensing something intensely ominous.

Calculating the time, it was indeed time for these two children to make their appearance!

"This is my eldest son, Adam." The Creator spoke, causing everyone to look up toward His left hand.

This child seemed to be shrouded in a faint golden light, his bright, clear eyes staring curiously at everything before him; he wore a silver cross on his chest, which shimmered and sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight.

"In the distant future, you shall become the savior of all living beings." The Creator made this prophecy for His eldest son.

This was the Creator's expectation for him.

"He shall be the eighth King of Angels, the Imaginary Angel." Afterward, the Creator announced this news to everyone, "To see him is to see me; respect and love him as you respect and love me."

Perhaps because these two children had been born for a short time, possibly not even four days, Chumen could sense some things from him.

For example, the "Writer" Characteristic and the "Visionary" Unique were both in a state of not having been absorbed or digested; they had merely been integrated into the child's body by the power of the "Omniscient and Omnipotent."

In terms of "blessings," this was already equal to that of Medici, who had the highest merits...

This was something everyone could see.

Chumen raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the Angels beside him, as well as those who had just received rewards and been granted surnames below them.

It truly was extremely interesting!

Several Angels were either expressionless, lost in thought, or flushed with blood rushing to their faces.

Of course, there was also one preparing to take inspiration on the spot to record this classic scene, and one looking at the two divine children with a bit of a wicked smile.

This was the appearance of the Angels.

The other Demigods and Saints were even more authentic; the subtle jealousy and the pious yet conflicted expressions made Chumen feel thoroughly satisfied.

The appearance of all living beings!

"Aren't you afraid of a 'Fallen Morning Star' appearing?" Chumen opened a private channel to chat directly with Sasriel.

The scene before them was just too reminiscent of that story.

He believed that anyone who knew that story would have such thoughts.

"Except for you, no one is qualified to become a 'Fallen Morning Star'." Sasriel shot Chumen a sideways glance.

So I've become the unstable factor...

Chumen was speechless; among all the Angels, he was the most special, possessing an independent territory, autonomous believers, and power sufficient to break free from the Creator's restrictions, giving him the qualifications to raise a banner of rebellion like the "Fallen Morning Star" in the story...

As for the other Angels, even Medici, who commanded legions, did not have this strength or confidence.

"Ahem, do you need me to make a guest appearance?"

It was purely a joke; Chumen did not have that sin of "Pride," nor did he have any intention of targeting these two divine children, so he would not go so far as to become that "Fallen Morning Star."

"Not needed." Sasriel maintained his posture as the Vice Sovereign of Heaven and did not pay much more attention to Chumen.

"This is my second son, Amon." This was the second child at the Creator's right hand.

This child was more lively than the God's Eldest Son; he opened his pair of pitch-black, shining eyes, his small hand clutching a monocle carved from crystal.

He swung his little hand, playing happily, looking at everyone through the monocle.

"You are the God of Deceit, the God of Pranks, and the light when the Doomsday arrives." The Creator made a prophecy for Amon.

"He is also the ninth King of Angels, the Time Angel."

"You two go over to Sasriel's side first." The Creator instructed Adam and Amon.

Although they were two children, they were natural Mythical Creatures; they were truly born with knowledge, and their own Characteristics contained more than enough information.

And after inheriting the knowledge of their own Characteristics, they were able to quickly grasp how to "become" themselves.

Especially Adam; he seemed to know how to display the most innocent smile to gain everyone's trust.

And Amon, he looked at people through that crystal-polished monocle, his eyes flashing with a peculiar amusement.

"Are you my companions?" Amon asked in a tone that seemed innocent but, in the eyes of many Angels, bordered on a Provoke.

This brat had stolen a thought from a certain bystander through that monocle, and then decided to go and tease them.

That was the bad thing about natural Mythical Creatures; they were almost equivalent to their own Characteristics and Uniques come to life.

Therefore, their innate personalities inherited all the traits of their respective Pathways.

Like Medici...

"Yo! This kid is quite to my liking!" Medici reached out directly and fiercely ruffled Amon's soft black hair.

Amon was also stunned, not expecting Medici to be so bold as to lay hands on him, the Creator's second son.

He pinched the monocle, a faint light flashed, and then he retaliated by reaching toward Medici's body, performing the action of "Steal."

"Don't make trouble!" Sasriel said softly, and a force of Shadow surged, disrupting this "Steal."

Amon had no sense of proportion at all; he had directly attempted to steal the Unique and Sequence 1 Characteristic inside Medici's body.

Regardless of whether it succeeded or not, this behavior itself might have a subtle impact on the mindset of the Angels...

They had only just received their gifts from the Creator.

"Sigh, I really do have thoughts of becoming a 'Fallen Morning Star' now." Chumen, who was watching everything from the side, suddenly sighed.

"Are the conditions for me to obtain the Authority of 'Imagination' related to those two?" Chumen asked Sasriel.

"Yes." Sasriel's words made Chumen truly weigh the possibility of becoming the "Fallen Morning Star."

He felt that he had jumped into a massive pit.

"First of all, this cannot be the exchange for that chair," Chumen said in a deep voice.

The chair here naturally referred to the only vacant chair in the Dream Kingdom.

That was "Mysteries."

This secret organization, established under Chumen's leadership, had already proven its superiority with the end of the Ancient God era.

That final chair could not be given away simply.

"I know," Sasriel looked at Chumen, "I am merely looking for a possibility for the future."

Is it because of Bethel... Chumen's eyes flashed; now that Bethel was his Apprentice, if he had to choose between Bethel and Amon, the answer was beyond doubt.

But... perhaps there was another possibility; had He, who was now the Creator, foreseen something once again? Something related to the late Fifth Epoch?

This ability of prophecy is truly cheating!

"..." Chumen was silent for a moment, "The final victor, whoever it may be."

Of course, Chumen knew who it would be.