Chapter 162

Amidst countless falling petals, Qian's silver hair swayed gently in the wind, and her deep blue eyes possessed an unparalleled gentle power.

Favia, the messenger of the gods, is known as the 'Sun on Earth'.

Surrounding the silver-haired man were Moctezuma II, Geronimo, Bavan Shi, and others.

As for Father Bartolomé, he said that as a member of the Church, it was somewhat Heresy for him to assist Favia in the Latinization of the Indigenous Americans script, and it was not convenient for him to participate in such a large-scale Ritual. Favia did not insist that he come, after all, Bartolomé had indeed done enough.

Although Favia's current attire might be common among Indigenous Americans, seeing Favia like this gave Bavan Shi a somewhat... indescribable feeling, as if something that only he could see had been taken away by someone else.

Therefore, he kept a close eye on Favia the whole way, as if he were staring at something. If he had used Od, he might have produced a real cold air, but Favia, being in front of the Fairy girl, didn't feel anything.

In fact, ever since Bavan Shi arrived here and met Tlaloc, her female intuition had been ringing alarm bells in her heart. Fortunately, she observed that the two of them were not very affectionate, which made her feel a little more at ease.

Soon, Favia arrived at the Great Temple and walked slowly alone before the Sacrificial Altar Great Temple, under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

More than a million people have gathered around the Great Temple, the site of the first Ritual since the abolition of Human Sacrifice.

Despite the large crowd, a heavy silence filled the air.

Everyone remained silent, simply waiting for that moment to arrive. In the midst of this silence, Favia quietly opened her mouth.

"Since my arrival, I have abolished the long-standing custom of Human Sacrifice, ending a world of destruction, bloodlust, and war, uniting the entire continent into one, and bringing peace to this world..."

But recently, whether in Tenochtitlan or other cities, one can see people ravaged to the point of being unable to stand upright, covered in wounds. Many people probably know these people, and many are also puzzled about their origins.

Who is this person? Why is this happening? Why am I being treated like this?

It's understandable that such confusion would arise.

Their ancestors were born on this land hundreds of years ago, and then sailed to other islands to live. They were eventually plundered by people from afar a dozen years ago and enslaved, toiling day and night in mines the size of children.

If you get sick, you die. If you get tired, you die. If you resist, you die.

Indeed, their identities are extremely dangerous; a single misstep could attract terrifying enemies.

Perhaps some people will develop a dislike for them because of this, or they may feel that as long as they don't come, the incredibly terrifying Outsider will not arrive.

I can tolerate many things, but this is one thing I simply cannot accept.

Madness.

Is that really the right way to put it?

The cruelty of Outsider will not disappear because of your prayers; on the contrary, it will become even more brutal, because you will then be powerless to resist.

Choosing peaceful exchange is perhaps a valid approach; one cannot place one's hopes on the other party's goodwill. Continuing to fight and giving up the fight are two different things.

However, even so--

In this world, there exists a possibility that only power can bring peace.

Only through fighting can one demonstrate their dignity and avoid being trampled underfoot.

So I led our Warrior to Island of Cuba to rescue them and bring them back. They were not discriminated against because of their suffering; they were people under the same Sun as us, and therefore deserved respect.

The next second, millions of people in the Water City of Tenochtitlan clapped their hands in unison. There was no cheering; it was just a solemn clapping, a demonstration of their will.

"I've always believed that the Aztec, Maya, and Indian are all the same, and so are people from other countries. Everyone is a person under the 'Sun,' so as long as one perseveres for this common people, such a person will shine brighter than any jewel in this world and be more noble than any heroic legend."

Applause erupted again, this time even louder, as if everyone's hands were sore from clapping.

Favia's words may be somewhat elusive to those who Faith in the South American Gods today, but they will all remember them.

Because they are not stupid; they can sense the surging emotions in a man's words.

Then, under the gaze of countless people, Favia, standing alone in the Great Temple, continued to speak:

"This is the first grand Ritual of our world since its unification, and the glory to be offered in this Ritual is—"

The Quetzalcoatl Kukulkan —although the identity of the person to be honored in this Ritual has been kept secret for a long time, people have made various speculations.

As the messenger of the Second Sun, who abolished Human Sacrifice and brought glory to the world, Favia needed no further explanation as to which god she would offer her glory to in such a momentous Ritual —it could only be the Quetzalcoatl.

"The Fifth Sun - Tonatiuh."

As the man uttered these unexpected words, the entire Tenochtitlan fell silent.

Originally, Favia envisioned using this opportunity to have the Four Suns on the Sun Stone each display their own 'miracles'.

The First Sun's 'Jaguar' was well-displayed thanks to the Tezcatlipoca that gave him his Jaguar Man Mask.

The Second Sun is the most convenient option, because Favia has been able to use 'Gale' smoothly since her trip to the Kukulkan Pyramid.

The Third Sun, 'Torrential Rain,' is not a major problem because Tlaloc promised him he would be willing to use his Authority.

The Fourth Sun, 'Flood,' is located near the Moon Lake, also known as Tlaloc, so it will proceed smoothly.

After all of this has been revealed, Favia will be positioned in the center of the four, and will transform into a 'Sun' by devouring them.

Finally, he introduced this brand-new Fifth Sun God, 'Tonatiuh,' who had gained the Authority of all the Deity, to everyone.

However, despite the plan, the current developments have taken Favia by surprise.

The moment he finished speaking, the world went dark—literally dark. Even though the Sun was still shining, it was as if no light could penetrate it. At that very moment, four small bonfires appeared in the center of the Great Temple.

The color of the flames shifted constantly in the thick darkness, gradually transitioning from orange-red to deep blue. Each color change was accompanied by a flicker of light, illuminating the surrounding darkness and making the originally indistinct scenery appear and disappear in the firelight.

Therefore, in addition to Favia, the people present also saw a Monster standing in front of him, about the size of a human, whose body looked like Half-Crocodile, Half-Fish.

Upon seeing this appearance, all the people of Tenochtitlan were reminded of ancient myths, Creation Myth that predated the Five Suns Ages.

Legend has it that after Tezcatlipoca, Quetzalcoatl, and Huitzilopochtli were created, they set about creating all things in the world. But whenever they tried to create something, it would fall into the water beneath their feet and be devoured by the Water Monster Cipactli. So Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl joined forces to fight against this Water Monster.

In the end, Tezcatlipoca sacrificed one of its legs to join forces with Quetzalcoatl to kill it, and used its body to create the world.

This led to the First Sun Age, which is the foundation of all Sun Era.

"... When did we make this agreement?"

Favia spoke fearlessly in a voice only he and the Water Monster before him could hear.

He wasn't alarmed, because the Water Monster before him was the spirit of the Moon Lake, the one who had made a promise to him, Tlaloc, who had been transformed by some concept. Although it was well disguised, Favia, who had beaten Tlaloc until he bled, recognized it the moment it appeared.

'Cipactli' did not speak, but its entire body radiated a fiery red light.

At the same time, the Sun Stone, located in the deep blackness, emitted a faint color.

Something went wrong?

No, this is just a performance, Ritual arranged by the Central and South American World to welcome them.

When the Sun Stone emitted this faint, iridescent light, Favia realized why it had become this way.

He couldn't help but smile slightly, but this smile was different from usual; it didn't seem like a happy one.

The silver-haired man extended his fist, and 'Cipactli' watched him silently, without flinching, as the fist slowly reached out.

This is because it was the condition under which the Central and South American World attempted to abandon the rule of Human Sacrifice and create New World.

Just as in the beginning of the Age of Gods, the death of the Water Monster led to the creation of New World.

Therefore, if we want to create New World now, we must do the same as before: kill the Water Monster. Although the Water Monster no longer exists, its concept still exists.

Therefore, the Moon Lake, born into a cruel world and loving this place, accepts this condition and is willing to accept the concept of the Water Monster.

Next, she will take that punch with her chest and die as if a myth has been reenacted, after which the Central and South American World will accept the Sun Era established by the Fifth Sun, with completely different rules.

Presumably, acting so selfishly filled Moon Lake with Evil.

However, Favia sensed that the Moon Lake harbored an unwavering, iron will deep within its heart.

She truly felt sorry for Favia and Tezcatlipoca.

But she doesn't regret it.

Tlaloc's mind was made up, and his resolve was unwavering.

No matter how her brother, Tezcatlipoca, might insult her after his death, she would not regret her actions in the slightest. The brilliance in her eyes, now resolute, would be free of any shadow.

However, just a few seconds later,

Her body was not struck by the punch as expected; instead, just before it hit, Favia opened her fist and extended her five fingers.

Blue flowers appeared in my palm as if by Magecraft.

"I'm not one to break promises, so I won't easily change what we agreed on. I won't kill you. These are flowers I picked near Moon Lake. I originally planned to give them to you as a gift after this to ease the tension between us, since you've always been unhappy with me. But I'll give them to you now."

Then he continued telling her.

"If you've had your fill of this childish game, then witness and await the birth of the Fifth Sun, which will return the world to its former state of destruction, bloodlust, and war."

"... you..."

"However, while I have no intention of correcting your aesthetic sense, isn't this just too ugly? At least turn into human form! Tenochtitlan is an extremely beautiful city, so its Moon Lake must be beautiful too. But if you really like it this way, then there's nothing I can do."

Before Tlaloc could react, Favia stepped past her and continued toward the Sun Stone.

The continents scattered across the world, regardless of size, are actually quite similar.

As long as human beings exist, no matter where they are in the world, they all belong to the same land.

They till, plant, harvest, settle, create, fail, retreat, starve, succeed, destroy, weep, oppress.

Repentance, compassion, and reverence.

Cheers, procreation, sacrifice, oblivion.

Sobbing.

Joyful.

I miss you.

They love each other, they fight each other; that's how they live.

The Sun, eternally and unchanging, floats above the sky.

Nothing gives the world a more overwhelming sense of presence than a dazzling yet hazy star high in the sky.

The Sun possesses such allure that it inspires both fear and reverence in all things.

To become the Fifth Sun, All Gods as One, Favia did not actually seek any so-called Authority or Authority.

The Age of Gods has ended, and these powers were buried in the past long ago; their current manifestation is merely a remnant.

Even if we obtain it, it cannot compare to the original 'Maya' civilization in Central and South America, but that doesn't really matter.

Because men are not born for this purpose.

The tide of Fate was irresistible, and a protracted war was inevitable between the native inhabitants of the New Continent and the nations of Europe.

In any case, I don't want this continent to meet such a tragic end, a world where rivers of blood flow.

He would become the Fifth Sun of the Central and South American World, and this had nothing to do with the world itself or the will of the American Gods; it was simply his own will.

That's what men think.

Moreover, it's better to prove something with simple actions than with moving words.

In any case, action comes first.

You must do it proactively, rather than being forced to do it by others or anything else.

This is fundamental to reforming the ancient world.

Therefore, although Favia respected Tlaloc's choice, she voluntarily transformed into this image to sacrifice herself after learning of the opinions of Central and South America.

However, he was unable to accept and conform to this ancient way of the world to smoothly obtain everything new.

The Moon Lake, which was willing to bear the concept of the Water Monster Cipactli that devoured all things in the world, was killed, which was equivalent to the beginning of the Central and South American World. That is, Quetzalcoatl and the Tezcatlipoca killed it together and created the subsequent Sun Era from its corpse.

Perhaps this is a compromise of an ancient world that had to operate according to the rule of Human Sacrifice. By creating another myth, the rules could be rewritten peacefully, thus demonstrating the beginning of a unique Sun Era.

In the past, men would gaze intently into the darkness from their cold, slumbering sleep.

Endless darkness, yet he never grew tired of it.

Darkness is not just endless blackness; tiny lights also illuminate the entire area.

Numerous lights flickered, shone, and finally burned out completely.

He cherished, yet also pitied, these lights.

Therefore, the desire for people born into this cruel world to choose different ways of living is also a hope for the Future of the Moon Lake, which has supported their lives for many years.

She, known as Tlaloc, may not yet realize this, or perhaps even if she did, she would never so easily accept it.

That being said, Favia's will could not be easily changed.