The True Creator's Abnormality

Luther recalled the scene from his Illusion.

The previous holder of the "Wreath of Desolation" appears to have been a powerful being, worshipped by the common people. Considering that it was a glorious era ruled by the Creator of the City of Silver, this holder might have once been an Angel under the Creator's command.

It can't be the King of Angel... None of those guys match up.

Luther thought to himself.

And the bloodstain on the laurel wreath seemed to be from her, no, from when she died...

After frowning and pondering for a moment, he decisively lowered his head and made a gesture of prayer:

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era..."

After reciting the Fool's Honorific Name once, Luther maintained the posture and said:

"Respected Mr. Fool, please convey to [The Sun] that he should investigate which gods City of Silver worshipped before the Great Cataclysm."

Regardless of who the previous owner of the "Wreath of Desolation" was, he must have had a very deep relationship with City of Silver. Perhaps we can investigate from this perspective.

Relying solely on the [Sun's] authority doesn't seem to be enough...

Luther thought to himself, deciding to head out to sea and send a divine message to his first believer, Elder Lovia, instructing her to do the same. After finishing his prayer, he quickly closed his eyes, imagining himself being swallowed by the tide. "Whoosh..."

The gentle lapping of the Tide against his feet made Luther open his eyes and see the vast, dark Sea and the white Tower rising above it.

A large swarm of lights surrounded the base of the Tower, like fireflies flitting up and down. As Luther approached, they transformed into moths drawn to a flame, swarming around him with a whoosh, as if begging him to descend and save them.

Luther stretched out his finger and brushed it across the specks of light, sensing the emotions contained within them.

"The quality of prayers has improved."

He nodded to himself.

It seems that my and Anderson's missionary work has been effective...

Luther's blood-red robe was surrounded by countless points of light, as if he were carrying them all on his back. The white giant tower stood beside him, appearing heavy and majestic, calming the surging Tide and making the surrounding sea surface incredibly docile.

Perhaps because the "anchor" was becoming more and more stable, Luther could feel that his control over the Tide beneath his feet was becoming stronger. As the master of the Tide, he had more and more dominance.

As for the other master of the Tide—

"█▆▅▃▂!!!"

A grand voice came from the other side of the sea, filled with Distortion and madness, but even more so with extreme hatred and rage. Undoubtedly, this was the True Creator uttering delirious murmurs.

"Boom!!"

Wave after wave surged up with the murmurs, like a high wall, pressing heavily towards Luther from afar.

"Here we go again with this."

Luther sneered and manipulated the seawater beneath his feet, creating giant waves in return.

His wave was clearly higher than the True Creator, quickly overwhelming the opponent's attack and then sweeping back in its direction.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Why are you in such a rush?"

Luther sneered and asked, "Is it because my missionary work has interfered with your faith, seized your authority, and taken over your Tide? If you're not happy about it, then come and fight me for it!"

He manipulated the Sea, sending wave after wave crashing down upon the True Creator on the other side of the ocean.

Southern Continent, Amikash State, the slums of Doyin City.

"Hmph..." The young man with black hair and black eyes, who seemed to be surnamed Li, hummed a strange song and walked briskly on the muddy road in the slum.

Hello everyone!

He brushed past a woman carrying a basket on her back, caught a tattered ball flying towards him with his foot, kicked it back to the playing children, and then waved with a smile to everyone he met.

But the poor ignored him as if he didn't exist; they went about their business, walking or working.

"Hey!"

Although he received no response, the young man didn't care. He stepped over a puddle, but still stepped into the mud beside it, and the splashed mud stuck to his trouser leg.

In front of the puddle was a dilapidated hut, its walls crooked and its roof broken, as if a gust of wind could Destruction it.

"Is anyone there? I'm coming in."

The dark-haired young man stepped into the hut, speaking loudly as he did so.

The small hut reeked of mildew, and was damp and dark. A tattered bed sat directly on the cold, wet floor, covered with a blackened, worn-out quilt.

A makeshift stove was built from a few blackened bricks, next to a pile of dry branches and wood, and on top of it was a pot containing a pool of... an unappealing, pasty liquid. Judging by its appearance, it was hard to call it food.

However, the two people gathered around the pot cherished and shared these things. One was a withered old woman, and the other was a thin but clever little boy.

"Oh, it's you guys."

Li, with his black hair, quickly recognized the two people. "No wonder you protected this child back then... Judging by his appearance, he's your grandson, right?"

This child was the one who made inappropriate remarks during the missionary activity, causing Neil Sharp embarrassment, and the old woman was the one who protected him after the riot; she was also the old prostitute who had previously shown her body to Nipute.

The old woman and her grandson shared the porridge in the pot. Although they both looked very hungry, they shared it with each other, each wanting the other to eat more.

"She's so old and still has to go out and solicit on the streets, all to support this child."

The young man with black hair nodded with emotion, "It's really not easy. But what about his parents?"

As if searching for the answer to a question, his gaze swept back and forth across the small room, finally noticing a rotten wooden cabinet against the wall.

As soon as I walked over and opened the cabinet door, two skulls came into view.

"Whoa!"

Most people would probably be shocked to see this, but Li, with his black hair, simply smiled and praised, "So they're here. Your tradition of keeping your family with you is truly admirable."

Two skulls lay side by side, meticulously clean. One was slightly larger than the other. Beneath the skulls lay piles of pristine white bones, also carefully preserved. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

Tell me, how did you die?

The young man unabashedly reached out and picked up the larger head for a closer look, quickly noticing the remaining marks. "Hmm... struck by a hard object... a stone?"

He lowered the head and examined the bones underneath, finding many signs of breakage as well.

"Oh, it was a mining accident! You were crushed to death by falling rocks!"

The young man pondered for a moment, then finally came to a conclusion, clenching his fist in delight, "That makes sense! Many natives were indeed captured and forced to work as laborers in the surrounding mountains..."

Having figured all this out, he picked up the skull again and said to it:

"You're quite Luck, your body was actually brought back after you died, instead of being sealed in the mine."

The skeleton remained silent, its dark eye sockets staring behind it. There were its two family members, hunched over, eating on the ground.