Chapter 604

Demiurge's left eye is an organ constructed by imitating God's Authority and stealing the Root concepts of "Wisdom" and "light."

That was the starting point of all change, the core of his False God godhood.

But at this moment, this cage was pierced by the Primordial light itself.

The imprisoned "light" was liberated at this moment.

Demiurge's entire left eye, along with half of his head, began to become transparent and light particles, returning to the purest form of Ether.

"Ah--"

Only now did the pain begin.

It is not Flesh pain.

It is the excruciating pain of the denial of "existence" itself, the absolute pain of "hypocrisy" being completely erased by "truth".

Demiurge let out a wail that seemed inhuman.

The sound was mournful and lingering, as if it were the final lament of billions of acts of violence and poverty.

As it let out a wail, its right eye suddenly burst open, gushing out thick, oil-like black blood.

Black blood shot into the sky, crossing the dimensional barrier and splashing onto the boundless Star Sea.

At this moment, a corner of the Universe was permanently painted with the color of his death.

The wails gradually weakened, turning into heavy panting.

This last breath, exhaled from Demiurge's mouth and nose, transformed into a Universe hurricane that swept across the heavens and earth.

Where the storm passed, stars were swept up and scattered like fallen leaves.

Those ancient celestial bodies that have hung in the sky since time immemorial, those silent stars that have witnessed countless rises and falls, were all wiped out of the real world by Treta Yuga in the face of this final wind of death.

The sky has broken.

The Spear of Light dissipated inch by inch.

The vitality of the Demiurge has been extinguished.

But the end has only just begun.

The enormous corpse did not dissipate or fall; instead, it expanded.

It expanded and spread wildly in all directions in a way that defied all the laws of physics.

Flesh and blood transformed into scorched earth burning with eternal sinful fire.

The bones transformed into a black mountain range covered in sharp spikes that stretched across the sky and earth.

Black blood coalesced into a ceaseless river of despair.

The shattered divine essence became an ever-present, cursed cloud hanging over this land... the bedrock of the newly Hell.

Those who are "ever-changing" ultimately become eternal by taking the "unchanging" form.

That was Demiurge's own choice, the end of the "everything changes" path, and proof of existence.

In response,

Novia has no intention of interfering, nor does she wish to.

His gaze fell upon the Pandemonium, where Satan resided.

Next step.

His figure vanished from the spot.

There was no tearing of space, no crossing of the speed of light.

It simply "decides" that it will appear at the next location, and reality obediently fulfills this outcome.

The Pandemonium.

The palace where the fallen kings reign.

Yet, at this moment, an unprecedented deathly silence pervaded the air.

The enormous Throne that once stood high in the circular council chamber was now completely empty.

Its master Demiurge the Ultimate Great Satan, is gone forever.

The remaining Multiplicity beings, known as "Satan," sat quietly in their respective second-ranking seats.

There was no conversation, not even a movement.

Just wait.

A ripple suddenly spread across the central space of the hall.

Novia slowly walked out from there.

In an instant, everything converged on him.

The most violent and direct of these came from the Throne on the right-hand side— Rahab.

This ancient ruler of the sea radiated a fury akin to a volcano about to erupt. His Wrath did not stem from Demiurge's death; quite the opposite, it was a more personal obsession.

"You..." Rahab's voice was filled with a burning, oppressive intensity, "Why... not me?"

Why wasn't I defeated by your own hand? Why was it Shekinah? That "glory" should have belonged to me!

Rahab's Wrath stemmed from his regret that "as a dragon, he was not defeated by the Lord's own hand."

Novia turned his gaze to her; he understood that feeling.

"That's what you want?"

"That's all I ask for!" Rahab abruptly rose from his Throne, his immense divine power sweeping out like a tsunami, causing the entire Pandemonium to tremble violently in his rage.

"Can."

Novia uttered only two words.

The next instant, he raised his hand.

There was no Spear of Light, no fierce rage.

He simply made a gentle grasping motion in the air towards Rahab.

"--!"

Rahab's immense divine power, enough to overturn the earth, was compressed into a point almost invisible to the naked eye.

Then, that spot shattered.

It wasn't an explosion, but rather it shattered like a piece of glass into billions of shimmering specks of light.

Rahab knelt helplessly on the ground, but his face showed no pain or humiliation; instead, it displayed a relieved, almost dazed sense of satisfaction.

We lost.

The defeat was so complete, so inevitable.

Rahab's centuries-long burning Wrath has finally found peace.

That's satisfactory.

Novia's gaze shifted from Rahab, whose wish had been fulfilled, and swept over the other Throne.

"Azazel."

"Lucifero."

Paradise Lost - Satan.

Novia read out the three names in turn.

"Draco has already told you about your situation, hasn't he?"

Novia's gaze then finally settled on the last one, Satan Sangyangsha.

Unlike other Satan, Sangyangsha possessed neither savage rage nor pure Pride, only confusion.

So Novia continued speaking.

In ancient times, in Egypt.

The scorching Sun baked the earth, and the soil after the Nile flooded exuded a mixed scent of life and death.

Sangyangsha, the king of the Egypt Heaven Realm, intends to carry out justice and will unleash the Ten Plagues upon this land.

The deaths of the firstborn sons were widespread throughout Egypt.

The cries of humanity could be clearly heard even from high above the sky.

This was to demonstrate God's majesty, to punish Pharaoh's stubbornness, and to uphold absolute "justice."

I should have been so certain.

However, it was stopped at the crucial moment by the very 'justice' it believed in.

At that time, He said this:

"Though I wish to wipe away all tears, I do not intend to erase human Sorrow. The heart is noble and uncontrollable; once restrained, it becomes like a puppet. Looking at you, and the Angel who are like children, makes me feel this even more."

Absurd.

Sangyangsha's feelings at that moment could be summed up in just two words.

I can't understand it.

Did we make a mistake?

This "justice," originating from God's will and launched to demonstrate God's majesty, is actually wrong? Then what is justice? What is Order? God, what are you thinking?

This issue has remained a knot in my heart ever since.

Therefore, he questioned, therefore he fell, and therefore he became Satan.

I have searched for countless years but still cannot find the Answer.

Until today.

"For me, whether it's the me of the past or the me of today..."

Novia's voice pulled Sangyangsha back from his distant memories. He saw Novia's eyes, those same eyes that were exactly the same as before, staring at him.

"... You Angel will always be children."

Sangyangsha's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Although you were born from human prayers and chants, the relationship between you and 'me' is unbreakable. It is an unchanging 'special' and also a 'common sense'."

Novia's words were flat.

"Simply put, it's time for you to become 'human' as well."

Become... a person?

Sangyangsha's pupils suddenly contracted.

For these Angel, born with the Probability Dress, what does "becoming human" mean? Is it degradation? Is it punishment?

"As human beings, your hearts are all unique. At least, that's what I believe," Novia continued. "And I'm not at the point where I can ignore your hearts and treat you as mindless 'weapons,' lumping you all together."

His gaze swept over Sangyangsha, and then over all the Satan present.

"I can't treat you like products on an assembly line, like completing a job task. I don't have that kind of thinking."

Even if the number of Angel expands to an immeasurable extent, your value as 'individuals' will not diminish in the slightest.

Each sentence, each sound.

Novia's words overlapped with her old statement, "The heart is noble and uncontrollable."

"You don't understand the meaning of 'human being,' but I can tell you."

Novia's gaze seemed to drift into the distance.

"Respect the finite nature of life. That moment when the soul burns brightest is the true brilliance of life."

"Go see the azure sky, feel the refreshing breeze."