Mother?
I had to admit, the answer the Clown gave really did live up to the anticipation.
So far, the crying didn't seem to have had any obvious effect.
But considering it had appeared almost alongside the Gray Descent, Fu Qian was fairly sure the group pulling the strings behind everything must have known something about it.
And sure enough, they didn't disappoint. They really did have knowledge in this area, although the information was rather extraordinary—
"Everyone's mother?"
The idea was so abstract that it didn't even sound like nonsense. Fu Qian casually asked for confirmation.
"Yes. That includes the self-important demigods, and me as well—"
The Clown seemed to find it amusing himself. His grin grew more and more exaggerated as he pointed at himself.
"Even the Death Angel. It's the same for everyone."
Interesting. A conceptual mother?
The more he heard, the more outrageous it sounded. It seemed that not only the people who had fallen asleep, but even the demigods couldn't escape being outranked by their mother.
If that was something he could at least try to understand, then what about the Eternal Night team and even the person in charge? They couldn't escape her either?
That was truly extraordinary—an existence on the level of a law of nature. He'd picked the right topic.
Fu Qian nodded slightly, thoroughly pleased with his instincts as an academic leader.
But this was only the beginning. If that was really the case, more details of the Eternal Night plan seemed to be coming into focus.
For example, why had everyone and their monstrous uncle here learned the Ji Clan's ancestral art?
At first glance, it seemed easy enough to understand. Based on his previous mission experiences, it was reasonable to infer that the source of the Ji Clan's