At that time, Zeus was too tired and too desperate. He accepted this seemingly reasonable logic and embraced the "help" of the Lord of the Void.
Then came the long darkness.
His consciousness was suppressed deep within, leaving him to watch helplessly as his own body committed actions that violated his will.
Ordering the development of the consciousness seeds and the forced unification of thought.
Approving the establishment of the Void Anchor Network to erode the foundations of the multiverse.
Ordering Iota to self-detonate to spread fear with greater control.
Executing the moderate members who resisted, their blood staining the floors of the Alliance hall.
No... No... None of this is what I wanted to do... Zeus's true self struggled in agony.
The Lord of the Void sneered, "But you did it indeed. Your hands are stained with blood, and your name bears countless sins. Even if you regain your freedom, will those you hurt forgive you? Will those lives that died because of you be resurrected?"
"You might as well sink into this completely. In the void, you can forget everything. No sin, no guilt, no pain. Isn't this a kind of release?"
These words eroded Zeus's willpower like poison.
He remembered the desperate gazes of the Moderate Faction Quartet when they were placed under house arrest, the painful pleas of Iota before self-detonation, and the hollow eyes of the forcibly controlled soldiers.
I... Do I still qualify to be saved...
Gamma's golden blade was peeling away the consciousness seed bit by bit, every cut bringing a tearing pain. Yet compared to the physical pain, the torment of the soul was far harder to endure.
Zeus began to doubt the meaning of his existence.
At that very moment, Alpha's voice pierced the barriers of time, clearly transmitting into Zeus's