Qin Chuan vanished from the Divine Might Space.
The avatars of Night Cherry Tangle, Dies Martin, and the other gods took their leave one after another, returning to their Divine Kingdoms to absorb what they had just learned.
Only Season Star remained.
She closed her eyes. What flowed around her fingertips was no longer blue Creation Runes, but a cluster of chaotic light.
It was the underlying rules of faith and human nature that Qin Chuan had imparted to her Divine Soul.
A vast torrent of data washed through her Godhead.
Roderick's rise, the fervor of thousands in Rust City, Andre's prayer from the depths of his soul, even Richard's despair and resentment as he was devoured...
Every fragment of humanity, every shift in emotion—she analyzed, modeled, and extrapolated them all with the utmost rationality.
"So... that's how it works..."
Season Star murmured to herself.
At last, she understood. The human heart was not beyond calculation.
It simply had too many tangled variables for any single logic to account for them all.
It was not an arithmetic problem solved through addition and subtraction, but an infinite equation that demanded new variables be added again and again in the search for the best solution.
Courage, selflessness, devotion, hope... These were positive variables.
Envy, wrath, fear, despair... These were negative variables.
"I understand..."
Season Star's eyes flew open. The chaotic light in them instantly receded, becoming a pure, clear azure once more.
It was the clarity of someone who had seen through to the essence of things.
Her former impatience and fervor were gone. Her presence had settled, like a peerless divine blade returned to its sheath: its edge concealed, yet all the more dangerous.
She bowed deeply toward the place where Qin Chuan had disappeared.
The next moment, her figure dissolved