New Era

This era lacked the urgency of an impending apocalypse. For angels, who had essentially achieved immortality, time was cheap.

Yet, even for angels, the events of the past few hundred years felt like a lifetime had passed.

It began with the sudden collapse of the Ancient God order that had persisted for millennia. The Vampire Progenitor had detonated herself alongside the Destruction Demon Wolf and the King of Exotic Species, leading to the deaths of nearly half of the Ancient Gods.

A deity claiming to be the Creator emerged, spreading faith extensively and disseminating sequence potions that allowed ordinary creatures to attain Beyonder status.

Then, the surviving Ancient God factions, having recovered from the war, found themselves at odds. Driven by the desire to seize the legacies of the fallen, they launched a series of supernatural racial wars that lasted for centuries.

During this terrifying conflict, the Giant Race and the Dragon Race achieved the greatest results, their influence expanding rapidly to suppress the other Ancient God races.

Once the war concluded, the world returned to a state of relative peace.

According to the records of the Elf race, this era became known as the Twin Era.

Of course, during this time, the ordinary race of humans also saw immense development due to the Creator's proselytizing, with major human city-states rising rapidly across several continents.

Within the largest human city-state today, humans were protected by the Angel of Dreams under the Creator, leaving them with no need to fear attacks from supernatural races or monsters.

The center of the city-state was naturally the largest Church of the Creator, while beside it stood a shrine dedicated to the Angel of Dreams.

Inside the Dream Church, beneath a Statue of Dreams, an old man in gray-white robes knelt in devout prayer.

The old man appeared unremarkable, his hair fully white yet still thick. His eyes were deep like an abyss, yet far too calm, devoid of even a ripple.

"Mr. Hermes," a respectful voice came from outside the church, "the Giant Race has come to visit."

Hermes stopped his prayer, his brows furrowing slightly. "So, they have finally come?"

He stood up and followed the clergy out of the church.

"Good day, great God of Dawn, Goddess of Harvest." Hermes bowed to the two towering giants.

"Hermes!" The God of Dawn, Badheil, possessed immense confidence due to the current strength of the Giant Race. The shadows of the past seemed to have been swept away, allowing him to reclaim his glory.

"Two deities, this is not a matter I can decide." Hermes still intended to refuse. He felt an intense aversion to everything related to the Ancient Gods and had no intention of cooperating with them.

Furthermore, involving himself in the infighting between Ancient Gods would be utter folly.

"You!" The Light of Dawn within Badheil's single eye flashed, as if a terrifying Storm of Light were flickering; the entire city-state trembled!

"I am a follower of the Angel of Dreams." Hermes's expression remained unchanged as he calmly stated a fact.

By now, the faith of the Creator had spread across all continents and archipelagos, and the several angels under the Creator had left behind countless legends.

Among them, the Angel of Dreams was the most mysterious. Having appeared several times over the centuries, he had left behind many tales, including a perfect win record in battles against several Subordinate Gods, and had protected many believers.

To this day, no one could even guess which pathway he belonged to!

This made many Subordinate Gods within the Ancient God factions wary of this Angel of Dreams.

Upon hearing that name, the cluster of light in Badheil's eye intensified—not out of fear, but out of loathing.

"Do you think I dare not kill you?" Badheil drew a Greatsword of Twilight from the void, pointing it directly at Hermes.

Hermes, now a Sequence 3 Dream Weaver, watched it all calmly, Dragon Scales seemingly manifesting upon his skin.

The Light of Twilight eroded the void, as if a life-and-death struggle were about to erupt at any moment. With the terrifying destructive power of a giant, this largest human city-state would be obliterated in the aftermath!

"Enough, both of you, be quiet." Omebella's gentle voice dissipated the confrontation.

Hermes nodded calmly, while Badheil let out a cold snort.

If the son of the Giant King were to destroy a city protected by the Creator, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the Creator.

At this time, the Creator still maintained a detached stance, not intervening in any of the Ancient Gods' conflicts.

"We once had a rather pleasant cooperation with Dream; perhaps you should consult him first," Omebella said to Hermes.

"Next time we come, we hope to hear good news." Omebella looked at Hermes, nodded slightly, and departed with Badheil.

This was their second time visiting. The only reason they possessed such patience was their regard for the number of Beyonders humans had gradually accumulated over the centuries, and for the Angel of Dreams who stood behind them.

They even harbored thoughts of striking some secret deal with the Creator...

Hermes understood this, which was why he dared not agree. The strife between Ancient Gods was too perilous, and the number of Beyonders humanity had developed over these few hundred years was simply not enough!

"Come to the Heaven of the Creator." At that instant, a voice reached Hermes's ears directly.

His eyes suddenly brightened. He prayed to thank the favor of Dream, then hurried toward the Heaven of the Creator.

By now, the Creator's Heaven had completely merged into this continent, becoming the gathering place for human faith, and these believers almost all worshipped that returned Creator.

This was not Hermes's first time here, and he was soon led by the clergy to a Church of the Creator.

Inside stood two figures: the Angel of Dreams and the Vice-King of Heaven!

The Angel of Dreams appeared exactly as he had when they first met, showing no changes, only appearing more mysterious and unfathomable.

As for the Vice-King of Heaven, he was beyond conjecture.

Hermes lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look directly at them.

Yet, he was not far from the two and faintly overheard fragments of their conversation.

"...convene the council... the tide of history..."

"...wait for the opportunity... attract attention... They are ready..."

Many of the words sounded profound to Hermes, and he dared not attempt to understand them.

"Wait until I have prepared everything." Gradually, the two stood up and looked toward Hermes.

"I have read the Hermes Language you created; it is quite good." Sasrir looked at Hermes, offering praise without reservation.

"Don't just pay him in words. Take something out; he is going to participate in this as well." Truman joined in to secure benefits for his follower.

"Er..." Sasrir was momentarily speechless, then looked at Hermes and nodded. "I suppose I can advance you your reward." Sasrir parted the shadows behind him and retrieved an eye the size of a fist.

This eye was truly strange; the pupil was a pale gold, radiating immense majesty. Its surface was covered in countless symbols and curious patterns, connecting to the Sea of Collective Subconsciousness.

If one stared closely at the eyeball, it felt as if the strange orb were watching you in return, and a thick, heavy Dragon Might rushed toward you, threatening to see through every secret of your soul.

This was the eyeball of a Psychic Dragon—or rather, its Beyonder characteristic!