I Was the Latecomer?

Luther saw the True Creator on that illusory Sea. Ms. M alerted him, dispelling the gray-white Fog surrounding the sea, allowing him to see the other side of the ocean, where a colossal Giant hung upside down.

"How is that possible?"

Luther murmured in disbelief, the chilling and terrifying truth filling him with utter horror. This illusory Sea, which had helped him evade countless dangers, his reliance, his Golden Finger —at its other end, lay that powerful evil god?

Am I standing on this sea alongside the True Creator?!

His thoughts were in disarray; he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

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On the other side of the sea, in a place so far beyond our reach, the Hanged Giant seemed to sense Luther's gaze and suddenly opened his eyes. In those eyes, Luther saw only pure madness.

A flash of Red Light appeared, and his body instantly expanded and exploded.

"Bang!"

Before Luther could even utter a cry of pain, his body vanished onto the Ocean.

"Ah!"

He suddenly woke up from his bed in his bedroom, clutching his head and crying out. Blood was gushing from his nose, eyes, and ears. The intense pain stimulated his nerves and tormented him for a long time before it finally subsided.

"Huff, huff"

Luther was breathing heavily, sweat streaming down his forehead. His eyes flashed with fear and confusion; although the physical pain had subsided, his heart remained unsettled.

What happened?

What is going on!

That sea, it was clearly my Golden Finger, so why is the True Creator standing on the other side?

A torrent of thoughts surged forth, filling his mind.

"Ha ha!"

He heard his own voice speaking, defiant and flippant, "Just killed the young one, and now the old one's here!"

"That is the True Creator! I will be killed by him, that is my Fate!"

He heard his own voice crying out again.

"The Filth evil god has its sights set on you. Leave this place immediately, and don't worry about anyone else. Use them as sacrifices."

He also heard his own cruel and heartless voice.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Luther's mind was going crazy from all the noise. He gritted his teeth, pulled out a Ritual dagger from his pocket, and pointed it at his boiling head.

"Puff!"

"Ugh!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

With a single stab, an intense, overwhelming pain instantly flooded his mind; all voices screamed in agony at the same moment, no longer offering any advice to Luther.

"Disappear! All of you, disappear!"

Warm blood flowed down his cheeks to his jawline, Luther said coldly and maniacally.

Whether frightened by his ferocity or stimulated by the trauma, the clamor gradually subsided, and silence returned to Luther's ears.

"Laugh."

He drew his dagger, gently rubbed the dulled blade, and the wound healed instantly, even the blood flowing back into the wound along his face.

"Stay calm, especially in situations like this," Luther whispered to himself. "Think carefully, what exactly is going on?"

After the silence subsided, he gradually regained his composure and was able to analyze the problem correctly. He listed several important questions in his mind and began to think about them one by one.

First, did Luther see the True Creator?

Since it was seen within his own delusional Illusion, it's possible that the Sequence connections caused his brain to fabricate a non-existent scene. Or perhaps it was the influence of the remnants of the Evil God's Offspring that allowed him to see a projection of the True Creator.

"Wrong."

Luther shook his head softly, "It's true, and it really is on that sea."

The mental anguish from staring directly at the evil god still lingered within him; that power was something only the real thing possessed. Moreover, the feeling he had of that Tide was also real. Although he had only seen it twice, his Spiritual Intuition reminded him that it was indeed the origin of the Tide in his mind.

So the second question arises: why would the True Creator be there?

One possibility is that He invaded Luther's Consciousness and took over the Golden Finger that originally belonged to him. This could be done through Ms. M, through Potion, or through a divine heir.

"It doesn't seem like it."

Luther then retorted in a low voice.

Judging from the True Creator's state, His fusion with the Sea is already very deep; the two not only don't repel each other, but appear quite harmonious. Furthermore, if the other party truly is an invader, why doesn't He take advantage of His current weak and chaotic state to expand aggressively and completely seize control of the Phantom Tide?

Luther slowly recalled the scene from that time.

The dark, chaotic sea surface, with water vapor lingering at the horizon.

When he first arrived, the sea was shrouded in mist, obscuring his view of the distance. So, is it possible that the True Creator was there at that time?

Suddenly, Luther was startled by his own thought.

Could it be that I've been sharing that Sea with the True Creator from the very beginning? And how long has the True Creator existed? I've only been here for a few years! I'm the newcomer! After I arrived, I was vying with Him for control of this Sea.

Amazing ideas kept popping into his head. He couldn't quite believe them, yet instinctively felt that they made sense.

But this leads to the third question:

What is this sea?

Based on Luther's knowledge of mysticism, there was no description of such an existence in the Nighthawks' internal records. This was probably because it involved True God, was too Concealment, and not convenient to reveal to ordinary extraordinary individuals.

I never expected my Golden Finger to be like this.

Luther thought to himself, "The items possessed by True God naturally possess extremely high status. No wonder the sound of the Tide alone can block the spiritual Corrosion of an evil god."

However, the Phantom Tide also blocked the spiritual Corrosion of the True Creator. If we follow the previous theory, it seems to make sense. Luther himself also possesses some control over that illusory Sea, which allows him to break free from the influence of the True Creator when he is the subject.

--Of course, all of the above are just Luther's personal speculations and may not be correct; they can only serve as a reference.

"I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing."

Luther smiled bitterly and muttered to himself in a low voice.

His connection with the evil god was closer than he had imagined.

The final question is, what should we do next?

Luther pondered in silence.

First of all, he had no intention of giving up this Tide. And even if he wanted to, he couldn't, because this thing was closely related to his transmigration and seemed to be bound to his soul.

The problem is that an evil god stands on the other side of the sea, and he probably isn't so generous as to selflessly hand over that sea to Luther.

"Then let's maintain the status quo for now, prioritize guaranteeing usage rights, and then try to investigate the situation of that sea. If there are any changes, or if we find out the truth, then we can make more specific plans."

Ultimately, he made this decision.