"You hid in this universe for so long, and Lucifer never noticed? Judging from his reaction, he'd never even seen you before?" Robet looked at Jehovah and asked in confusion.
"He truly had never seen me. Or rather, I only existed in his memories—and even the me in those memories was fake," Jehovah said with a nod, holding nothing back.
"Because he was not a life-form truly born into existence. He was merely an image I seized from memories of the distant past, then granted life."
"What?!" In the distance, Lucifer could not help crying out when he heard Jehovah's words.
At that moment, Lucifer found it rather impossible to accept the change in his own identity. He had originally thought he was a powerful being who had survived from before the birth of the multiverse, the Lord of Hell who had once led one-third of the angels in a great war against Jehovah.
But now, Lucifer's Dao heart was cracking.
Although according to his memories, that Lord of Hell Lucifer had likewise been created by Jehovah, that Lord of Hell Lucifer possessed genuine battle achievements!
And what did he, Lucifer, have? His memories were fake. He was nothing more than a pawn Jehovah had created to test the other forces in the multiverse.
That sense of disparity was simply too great—so great it even surpassed the resentment he had felt when he had nearly died at Robet's hands.
Admittedly, as far as Lucifer was concerned, he was not that loyal to Jehovah, and he had done the same kind of thing Jehovah had done.
It was not as if Lucifer had never created life before. He had also treated those created lives as pawns and cannon fodder.
Putting aside everything else, back when Robet had fought Lucifer in Knowhere,