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"You stay here. I'm going out for a while." The house was sealed off by Concealment and Dream, so none of Lilith's information could intersect with the outside world.

Even if the Fool Himself came, He wouldn't be able to divine the truth behind Lilith's death.

Lilith nodded coldly as she watched Truman leave the house.

As the Pontiff of Night, Truman naturally couldn't hide inside this house.

The day's events weren't over yet.

"Your Holiness!" Several bishops selected by Truman bowed respectfully to him.

"Mm." Truman nodded lightly and looked at them. "The Goddess has issued an oracle: the City of Darkness will return to reality."

The bishops' expressions turned solemn. They knew more about the outside world than others did, and they were the first Beyonders the Goddess had nurtured.

"We shall obey the Goddess's oracle!" None of the bishops would question the Goddess's decision.

"By the way, announce the Goddess's latest Honorific Name from now on. Make it the standard." Truman suddenly thought of something and reminded them.

"Change Her Honorific Name?" The bishops were taken aback, not understanding at first.

"She is no longer the Goddess of Misfortune. She should be the Evernight Goddess!" Truman said solemnly.

"The Goddess has reclaimed the authority usurped by the Demon Wolf?!" The bishops were overjoyed.

"...That's right!" Truman nodded. He didn't mention the process, only the outcome. You're absolutely right. You've got a bright future ahead of you!

Leaving the bishops to inform the faithful, Truman departed the City of Darkness. It was close to the Annihilation Demonic Wolf's divine kingdom.

"Awwooo!" He had only just emerged when he saw the Goddess killing wolves.

A Demonic Wolf at Sequence Two was on the verge of complete collapse. The Goddess, who had already accommodated every characteristic necessary for becoming a True God, crushed it so thoroughly that it couldn't even fight back.

"Amanises!" Amid its agonized howl, the Demonic Wolf that had routinely provoked the Goddess could no longer hold on. Terror-stricken, it was killed.

The Annihilation Demonic Wolf's divine kingdom had become the Goddess's hunting ground.

The moment the Demonic Wolf saw the Annihilation Demonic Wolf die, it fled into the Historical Void and vanished without a trace.

Salinger had already fled deep into the Spirit World and defected to the Ancestor of Phoenix in the Underworld.

Antigonus was still in this divine kingdom, which was on the verge of collapse. But the moment he saw the Goddess, he lost all courage to resist. He barely had time to escape with the sister he was closest to.

The Goddess's gaze turned toward that stretch of the Historical Void.

"Why not spare them? Consider it a contribution to biodiversity." Truman appeared at just the right moment, holding the Goddess back.

If this little wolf got killed, how could the Legend of the Fool go on?

The Goddess was now far stronger than She had been in the original timeline, and She was only one ritual away from becoming a True God. Her mental state was also excellent!

The Goddess glanced at Truman and gave a slight nod, her feelings unreadable.

But when She dealt with the remaining Demonic Wolves, Her methods seemed even more ruthless...

Truman blinked and transformed into a stream of information, joining the battle as well.

With the Goddess suppressing it, he used the Planeswalker's mastery of space to pin down a female Demonic Wolf whose strength was roughly equivalent to Sequence Two of the Pathway of Night. Then he overwhelmed her consciousness with a flood of chaotic information.

But that wasn't the end. He opened the Book of Dreams and infused the vessel with a large amount of Dream Phosphor, which effectively suppressed the madness inherent in its characteristics.

He then left behind an imprint of the Book of Dreams, allowing her to borrow power from it at any time to temper her madness and maintain her state.

Afterward, he offered the vessel to the Goddess in his capacity as Pontiff.

"A vessel? A clone? Or even a means of resurrection?"

The Goddess asked. The vessel could do all of those things.

Unfortunately, She didn't yet know that True Gods would have to seal the rifts in the future. This would become one of Her "aliases" for many years to come.

"A toy," Truman replied with a smile.

The Goddess nodded lightly. A wisp of Spirituality descended upon the vessel, and the Demonic Wolf's body began to change. Her form reshaped into that of a young woman with beautiful features, black hair, and dark, deep eyes.

She had become the "Eraser" Angel from Truman's memories.

"I like this gift very much." The Goddess's Spirituality descended into the Eraser Angel. After trying it out, She nodded with satisfaction. "From now on, I'll be the Angel of Concealment."

Worshipping oneself and serving as one's own angel was perfectly reasonable. People with a bright future did things like that.

The Goddess's true body continued the slaughter. Except for a few who were clever enough to escape, the Demonic Wolf clan had been wiped out. The Demonic Wolves of the Pathway of Night were crushed outright, becoming a stockpile of characteristics for the Church of Evernight.

"The City of Darkness should return to reality." The Goddess ascended to the highest peak of the Annihilation Demonic Wolf's divine kingdom. The place had already begun to decay, but Her arrival seemed to breathe new life into it.

"From now on, this place will be the Kingdom of Deep Darkness!"

The Goddess used the authority of Night to draw upon the power of the fragmented divine kingdom. In that instant, it seemed as though the entire world was being remade.

The sky was pitch-black, like a velvet curtain. Stars adorned the Night Veil, and starlight fell as countless Night Fragrance Herbs and Deep Sleep Flowers sprouted across the ground.

A Red Moon appeared in the Goddess's hand. It slowly rose to the highest point of the divine kingdom and hung there, spilling moonlight.

She waved Her hand again. Space became a sheet of paper, and someone seemed to sketch upon it with a pencil. The outline of the City of Darkness appeared within the divine kingdom.

All the faithful in the City of Darkness looked up at the sky. They could only see the figure of a God slowly vanishing into the night, as if becoming the darkness and the Red Moon.

Pontiff Truman and a beautiful angel descended into the City of Darkness at the Goddess's direction.

"This is the Goddess's Angel of Concealment! She is the Vice Lord of my Kingdom of Deep Darkness, the Goddess's Right Hand! Her status is even higher than mine as Pontiff!" Truman introduced the Angel of Concealment to the faithful of the City of Darkness.

The Goddess's expression was somewhat peculiar, too. She had never been close to Her faithful before, in order to preserve Her mystery. Now that She had this identity, the novelty of it could help balance Her divinity and humanity.

"Was that what the Sun God had in mind, too? Or was there more..." The Goddess thought further, already recognizing the benefits of this incarnation.

"Come! Which bishop has a copy of the Apocalypse of the Night on them? Bring it to me!" Truman suddenly said.

The bishops were all unfailingly devout and naturally carried the Apocalypse of the Night with them. Soon, a copy was handed to the Angel of Concealment.

At that moment, the Angel of Concealment glanced at the Pontiff and began reading the Apocalypse of the Night. Her expression turned rather peculiar.

But the next instant, a faint mist seemed to veil Her face, and Truman couldn't see Her expression.

"Too bad..." Truman muttered. The Goddess shot him a sideways glance, then said softly, "The Goddess has issued an oracle: the Pontiff is to preside over thirty consecutive days of uninterrupted Mass Ceremony in celebration of Her reclaiming Her authority."