Myth of the Era (Part 2)

It was not that the text in the book was obscured by ink, but rather that Diana could not recognize the meaning of those two strange symbols.

Unlike the Ancient Language, those two symbols were far more complex and abstract. She furrowed her delicate brows; having studied the Ancient Language for so long, she had never once encountered such characters.

Diana decided to commit the two symbols to memory so she could ask her professor about them next time, and she continued reading.

"When ■■ first appeared, the Ancient Gods merely mistook it for an exquisite anomaly in the cosmic space.

Yet, after a long passage of time, that anomaly began to grow.

It began to establish countless faiths from an unknown time, and everything in the world gradually converged toward It.

Even the authorities and the very beings of the Ancient Gods were drawn in by It; the Ancient Gods gradually vanished from the world, and their true names were slowly forgotten.

Gradually, the entire universe became It.

In the very end, with a flash of white light, only a lingering echo remained in the world.

That echo reached into Its heart, my heart, and your heart.

As if saying..."

The final handwriting became blurred and illegible. Ivan ruminated on this story, feeling something he could not quite put into words.

The thing described in this myth is so eerie.

This description sounds almost as if, when the world reaches a certain point in time, it will be devoured and consumed by this thing, leading to the world's destruction.

His tentacles knotted in the air as he fell into deep thought.

This Myth of the Era is indeed different from mundane objects; it clearly possesses some extraordinary aura, so the story recorded here likely holds some metaphors.

It is a pity that only this passage remains, and other information has been erased...

Ivan, who had originally hoped to deepen his understanding of this world in the library archives, found himself plunged into even deeper confusion.

I have slept for too long. What era is this now, and how does it differ from the past? Countless questions swirled in his mind. After deliberating for a long time, he finally decided to ask this young girl, who was well-versed in the Ancient Language, some basic questions.

Diana was currently immersed in the strange mythological story, her entire being in a state of unconsciousness, failing to react immediately even when the voice of the Great Lord sounded.

It was not until Ivan repeated the question that she snapped back to reality, answering with a tone of reverence:

"Great Lord of All Spirits, it is currently the year 904 of the New Era."

"I do not know from how ancient a past you hail, but if it were... the Old Era, that would be a very, very long time ago."

"904 of the New Era..." Ivan repeated in his heart. He had seen this year on the posters at City Hall regarding the capture of cultists. He hadn't paid it any mind at the time, but now he realized that this dating system was destined to mean—

Diana's inner thoughts did not pause as she continued:

"After all, the New Era has existed for less than a thousand years. The countless ages before that all fall under the category of the Old Era."

"As for the specifics of the Old Era, I am not entirely sure. I only occasionally learn from ancient texts that it was an age of primitive chaos and extraordinary madness."

"Even the Ancient Language was merely the script used in the early days of the New Era. Everything related to the Old Era rarely remains in the world today."

Diana began to mutter to herself again, "Perhaps this book records a myth from the Old Era? But how could an ordinary book be preserved for so long..."

Once it involved these ancient, extraordinary, and mysterious things, she easily became immersed in them, forgetting even that she was conversing with an Ancient God.

Ivan had no time to wake this cute and learned believer; his own thoughts were racing at high speed.

The Old Era—something seems to have happened that changed the world. Perhaps it is related to the ■■ in the story...

The extraordinary power in this world is very suspicious. Four years ago, the Church of Creation vanished, extraordinary power descended, and the Church of Divine Grace appeared.

If there was no extraordinary power before this, then the source of the aura on this ancient text cannot be explained.

Therefore, extraordinary power has always existed, but it suddenly disappeared during a certain period.

Four years ago, it suddenly returned due to some event. This event directly or indirectly led to the disappearance of the Church of Creation, the modification of people's perceptions, and the emergence of the Church of Divine Grace.

Tsk, the matter has circled back to the beginning. I still need to figure out what happened four years ago and what happened during the transition between the Old and New Eras.

Ivan's tentacles tangled into a ball, looking like a ball of yarn, and he sighed.

I wonder if that recorded Lord of All Spirits was also a deity of the Old Era, and was then devoured by ■■?

I hope so, otherwise, I feel a bit guilty for borrowing someone else's name...

He decided not to dwell on the matter of the old Lord of All Spirits; after all, he had already used the name, and it was too late to change it now.

If that Lord of All Spirits still exists in the world, the first person they should look for trouble with is Gais...

At that moment, Gais, who was distributing flyers to textile factory workers in a dark corner, suddenly shivered.

"Strange, it's only autumn... Could it be that I'm getting old?"

Ivan did not notice the movements of his most loyal believer, continuing instead to ponder the Myth of the Era.

I originally only wanted to see if there were any other records about that Lord of All Spirits; this myth is an unexpected gain.

I will let Diana continue to take it home—oh no, borrow it home to study slowly—to see if she can find a way to turn the other pages one day.

His voice continued to reach the stunned Diana's mind.

"Diana, borrow this Myth of the Era as well, or see if you can purchase it. This book is of great use to the Church."

Diana's beautiful, light-blue pupils regained their focus, and she nodded, her mind made up to purchase this book and the Book of Rituals no matter the cost.

"Sigh, why must the university library archives only allow one book to be borrowed at a time?"

She muttered silently to herself; it turned out that the borrowing regulations were what restricted the studious little Diana, forcing her to resort to taking the book without permission.

Diana continued to search the shelves for useful classics, but after looking for a long time, she found nothing of value, and the great Lord of All Spirits no longer offered any guidance.

Her light-pink, petal-like lips were pouted once again, seemingly dissatisfied that she had only managed to find one useful book.

"The great Lord of All Spirits told me to find a few more, yet I've only managed to find a single useful ancient text..."

Diana's eyes flickered with displeasure as she muttered under her breath, slowly stepping down the ladder.

Yet, even after descending dozens of steps, she still had not touched the ground.

Feeling slightly puzzled, she lowered her head to look down.

That single glance made her blood feel as though it had instantly frozen, and her heart sank to the very bottom.