Burn the Nine Realms to Ash

—Interesting. I never expected that this artificially created myth would actually involve a real scholar from the East.

Ah... I thought this was just like those mythical phenomena of kings in stories, something that later generations exaggerated and fabricated.

—But...the papal mythology doesn't say that these Doctor from the East have to be men.

She snapped her fingers, and a wisp of bewitching wind disoriented the Doctor. Reaching out, another gift for the Son of God materialized in her pocket... She then abandoned the Doctor and headed straight for the town of Bethlehem. Following the trail of blood and faint cries of agony, she quickly found the stable where the Messiah was born.

The Virgin Mary was still alone in the stable awaiting childbirth—at this point in time, she was just an ordinary mortal, and naturally, she would have to endure the pains of an ordinary person.

Her voice, which was suppressing pain, suddenly stopped as the footsteps approached.

"Let me help you, madam. I am a learned scholar," Miss Surtr's voice soothed the newly ordained Virgin Mary. Bathing in the moonlight, and disregarding mythological interference, she appeared more like a savior.

The corrective force was working frantically; a storm arose in the distance, only to be calmed down. The lost Doctor stumbled closer, only to be led further away by the illusory lights. Maria's nominal husband Joseph, was about to open his eyes in a daze, but was once again drawn into the dream by a wisp of drifting Dusk Flame.

"Please help me..." So the Virgin Mary bowed her head and pleaded with her.

Miss Surtr responded to her, helping her stop the bleeding and guiding her breathing. And with a baby's cry, a healthy boy was born.

"This child has a bright future; he will become the King of the mortal world," said Miss Surtr, applying royal ointment to the baby. Then she instructed the now-formed Virgin Mary, "His name should be Messiah; he was born to be the King of the mortal world."

Maria seemed frightened, but only frightened, not panicked.

"Take him with you to Nazareth. He will live there for thirty years."

"What about thirty years from now?"

"He will do what he is destined to do." Surtr nodded to the now-motherly figure. He rose and took a step toward the wilderness beyond the stables.

As she took her second step, she heard Maria's question.

"May I ask how I should address you?"

Miss Surtr paused in her tracks.

This question shouldn't have been asked, because the Historical Correction Force would erase as many traces of her past as possible. In the normal course of events, Maria should have forgotten her in a short time. Just as in the original history, she didn't know much about the three Doctor from the East.

She turned her head—the Virgin Mary still appeared as a mortal, but her eyes shimmered with a subtle radiance. The Son of God, who at this point should still be an ordinary infant, also turned his gaze from his swaddling clothes, looking at her neither crying nor laughing.

--interesting...

—Is this what they call omnipotence?

—Are you... cooperating with me?

"You may call me Surtr, I come from a foreign land." She nodded again to the Virgin Mary and the Son of God. "We will meet again, Messiah of Nazareth."

She said that, and then left that point in time, heading to another city decades later.

That place was called Golgotha, also known as the Place of the Skull. In later times, that land would be called Jerusalem.

Miss Surtr saw that the baby in the stable had grown into a man and was now nailed to the very center of three crosses. This was the punishment of leaving the criminal to die in the sun. And today was the third day; the robbers and thieves on the left and right were already dead. A spearman stood beside the Messiah cross, looking up at the Nazareth being punished for spreading heresy.

So Miss Surtr came to him and said to him.

"You're tired, Longinus. Let me take your shift."

Her voice held a fiery intensity, instantly tiring the previously alert soldier and making him feel that it was perfectly normal and natural for a strange woman to take his place. Beside him, all the Messiah's followers, along with the other soldiers and officers, ignored Surtr completely.

"Ah... I'm sleepy. Thank you for your help." Longinus, who should have been remembered in history, rubbed his eyes and handed the spear that was destined to become sacred to Miss Surtr —he walked to a pillar to the side, leaned against it, and soon fell fast asleep, drifting off to sleep.

So Miss Surtr took the spear and pointed the tip at Messiah's side.

"If you want to rebel, now is the perfect time. I know you have power in this era; otherwise, you will face your destined destruction in the future."

She had initially expected a reversal of events. She knew that, at least in this world, Yahweh and the Messiah were merely mythical spirits, not True God. And since they were imposters, things could naturally deviate from their intended course.

However...

A dove suddenly fell from the sky and quietly landed on top of the cross—she knew what it was; it was the Holy Spirit, the Trinity with Yahweh the Holy Father and Messiah the Son of God.

The pigeon just looked at her without saying a word.

"Not planning to fight?" she asked. Both in the past and 'now', she knew all too well that her battle with Yahweh was enough to throw the entire Earth-Moon (let's assume there is a Moon for now) system into chaos.

However, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew to her shoulder.

"You be Yahweh," said the pigeon.

"What?" Miss Surtr frowned.

"The meaning of Yahweh's birth is to redeem all mankind. But Yahweh cannot do it; only you can. Therefore, you are the most suitable person to be Yahweh."

"I wasn't being modest, so how did I end up like this..." Miss Surtr changed her words before blurting out the joke. "My goal is to slay all the Immortals and Gods in heaven and earth. I cannot be Yahweh."

"But you already are," said the dove. "You have completed the Genesis. Now, no one is more suited to be Yahweh than you."

"That was just a ceremony..." Miss Surtr had originally planned to fight Heaven for three hundred rounds.

"Mythology is just a ritual." But the pigeon didn't seem to intend to accommodate her little dream. "Yahweh was designed by humans to end the era of Unwilling God and God Slayer. The One God became the One God in order to slay all the Immortals and Gods in the world, and then kill himself in the end—will you kill yourself in the end, Surtr?"

"No," Miss Surtr replied. "But I will leave and never return. Disappearance is probably more thorough than suicide, which has a chance of resurrection."

"So, you are indeed more suited to be Yahweh." The dove nodded. "What we cannot do, you shall do. The fate we cannot escape, you shall correct."

"Come to Mount Sinai, to the time when Moses saw the bush and the fire. Come and inherit all that you have received, and replace us and me."

The pigeon said, its form disintegrating into clouds and smoke.

Only then did Surtr notice that the Messiah on the cross had already breathed his last, because his spear had unknowingly pierced the Son of God's ribs.

Heaven has already submitted to her.

Because she is now transforming into the Lord of Heaven.

Let's reopen the bounty in March, then we can have an unlimited number of people courting death ( ).

Chapter 138 - Burn All Nine Realms

Surtr went to Mount Sinai.

When she arrived there at the right time, Moses, the first prophet among the Hebrews, had not yet seen his Lord in that land.

Yahweh disappeared... or perhaps he did nothing at all. Although historically it probably did nothing anyway. Because Yahweh is the One God, and all the revelations Moses saw on Mount Sinai were perhaps just illusions he witnessed in the firelight, a result of his own fluctuating emotions.