A Dream

Jason said, reaching out to pat Mephistopheles on the shoulder. "So, be careful. If things get really bad, just run. You can fight back when you have the chance. It's not shameful!"

Mephistopheles rolled his eyes in exasperation. "He's planning to burn all of human history, where am I supposed to run?"

"Other worlds!" Jason said without hesitation, "You can go to other worlds, so nothing will happen to you if he burns you!"

"Besides, he can change things on the timeline, and so can you! You just need to seize an opportunity and kill him before he succeeds, right? I believe you have the ability!" Jason said so matter-of-factly, he even laughed out loud, "That way history can be restored, right? See? I told you so!"

"That's right, it can be like this."

Mephistopheles nodded, then bid farewell to Heracles. After they returned to the Throne of Heroes, Mephistopheles looked at Artemis.

The moon goddess looked at Mephistopheles and smiled, "If you can truly control the power of time and space now, then you can indeed try the method Jason mentioned; it could be a chance to survive in a desperate situation."

"Okay, I understand."

Artemis smiled, moved closer to him, and whispered, "Also, think of a way for me to get down quickly. I don't want to wait any longer."

"No problem, I'll start researching it as soon as I get back!"

As for Medea and Atalanta were much simpler; both of them had the exact same request.

"Don't forget about Servant summoning. You should be fine on your end now, right?"

"It's almost fixed. It should be fine when we get back this time."

Mephistopheles looked at the person who had spoken; it was Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was smiling and greeting the two girls.

Having received their answer, the two looked at Mephistopheles and smiled, a smile that, while handsome, was filled with oppressive intent.

"Alright, this time when we get back, I think as long as the summoning circle is set up, I'll start the summoning!" Mephistopheles said immediately, and then the two of them left with smiles on their faces.

After bidding farewell to Drake and the others, the world began to collapse as the Holy Grail was retrieved. Before the world could fully recover, Mephistopheles and the others seized the opportunity and quickly left this era.

Back in Chaldea, Mephistopheles opened his eyes and saw Romani standing before him.

Seeing Romani's serious expression, Mephistopheles exclaimed, "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it?" Mephistopheles looked at the other person warily, climbed out of the cabin, then took a step back. "Make it clear, I have no interest in men!"

"I'm not interested in men either!" Romani immediately replied.

Mephistopheles breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, go ahead, what is it?"

Romani struggled to suppress the urge to throw a punch and said, "Let's go, let's go somewhere where no one's around to talk."

"Alright, then lead the way."

Following Romani, Mephistopheles continued walking until they finally arrived at Romani's lounge, or rather, his dormitory.

Looking at the fairly ordinary decor inside, Mephistopheles chuckled, "I thought the decorations would be more extravagant."

"Why?"

"I just thought it was somewhat inappropriate for your status."

Romani stared at Mephistopheles for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How can I be befit my identity?"

"For example, how about we make Solomon Triangle on the wall?"

Romani narrowed his eyes and laughed, "What are you talking about?"

Mephistopheles casually sat down to the side, a puzzled look on his face. "Hmm? Didn't you come to me about this?"

Romani was silent for a moment before he finally spoke, "How did you know?"

"Would you believe me if I said the Creator God told me this?"

"The creator god?" Romani was unsure how to react to this reason.

Mephistopheles then added, "Or perhaps you think I'm a good astrologist and that's how I divined this."

Romani smiled and said, "This reason is a bit more convincing than the previous one."

Mephistopheles sighed, lamenting that no one believed the truth, but people believed the lies, especially the wise King Solomon.

However, Mephistopheles understood what the other party meant, so he asked directly, "You called me here, there must be something important, right? Tell me."

"I am King Solomon, and you already know this."

"Wow! You're King Solomon?!"

Romani silently watched Mephistopheles, observing the exaggerated expression on Mephistopheles's face, remaining silent and speechless.

Mephistopheles immediately stopped making an exaggerated expression and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.

"Didn't you already know? Why are you exaggerating like this?"

"You look so worried, let me cheer you up," Mephistopheles said with a smile.

"Thank you, I do feel a bit happier." Romani smiled, then said, "I'm now certain that the system I created back then had a very serious flaw. It developed self-awareness and began its own plan..."

"Are you saying that the current Incineration of Humanity, which transports itself to an ancient era to replace Gaia and become the first, or even the only, god of this planet, is a Magecraft system you created back when you were still King Solomon?"

Romani nodded slightly. "Yes, your discussion with Jason gave me some ideas. After some further deduction, we can deduce their plan. Their goal is to send themselves to an ancient planet, at the moment of its birth, or even before it has fully formed, so that their consciousness can become the sole existence."

At this point, Romani lowered his head helplessly. "I think they resent me, that I'm an irresponsible person who chose my own life and wasn't willing to take responsibility. Maybe they just think they should be the ones to take responsibility. It's all my fault."

"Can you stop getting so hung up on this?"

Romani raised his head and looked at Mephistopheles.

"When did humanity become so fragile that it needs something like this to save it? When did it become so fragile that it needs a King Solomon to bear everything?"

Mephistopheles looked at Romani and laughed, "Who do you think you are?"

Romani opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

"Do you think you are the Son of God? You must understand that there is only one Son of God who bore the sins of humanity, and that is Jesus! As for you, King Solomon, you are not worthy."

This was the first time Romani had ever heard someone say this to his face after they knew his identity, or Romani, the first time in his history as King Solomon that someone had spoken to him like this to his face.

I think I'm more deserving than you.

That statement is even more shameless.

But unfortunately, Romani didn't know how to refute it, because he couldn't refute it.

Because Mephistopheles did things that he had never done, and he had witnessed the effects firsthand.

"At least, I'm still imitating Jesus, trying my best to get as close to him as possible, right?"

Mephistopheles used Sanctification Magic spell to transform himself into a god. During this process, Stigmata appeared on his body, he carried the cross of sin on his back, and his hands were pierced, all to bear the weight of everything.

Since one wants to perform the technique of becoming a divine child, one must naturally imitate these behaviors.

Mephistopheles was right to receive it; Mephistopheles was far more qualified than King Solomon to bear it all.

"But I'm definitely too lazy to carry it," Mephistopheles chuckled. "After all, I'm not a true god, I'm just a True Magic who pursues the ultimate mysteries."

"The Root? That's the goal of every Magecraft."

"No, actually I have come into contact with the Root. I came into contact with it during the Age of Gods. After winning the Holy Grail War, I also relied on the power of the Holy Grail, but unfortunately, I was unable to access the mysteries I needed to explore."

"I can only explore my own path. This mystery cannot be explained by the Root, or rather, the Root even rejects me. It cannot record me. The records within the Root are only a part that it can record. So, I actually have no interest in the Root."

"This is the first time I've heard of what you're saying, and you didn't record it in your report."

"There's no point in recording it. I don't think others will understand this situation, and it might even cause some Magecraft to have distorted beliefs. The omnipotent Root they think of might not be omnipotent at all. This kind of change in mindset is no joke, so it's better not to write it down."

Mephistopheles sighed as he spoke, then continued, "To tell you the truth, I belong to a mysterious True Magic society. However, I was also invited to become a priest, although I ultimately declined. But I do agree with one of their principles."

"You say."

"Look, I am now a pastor, and you are a confused person. You are telling me your troubles, and I am just a child of God, with the same status as you, listening to your troubles. We are equals. I will not convey these words to God, because it is unnecessary."

"Are you saying you're just a listener, allowing me to speak, but actually, if I really want to convey my thoughts to God, shouldn't I go to a priest, not you?"

"No, I mean we are all connected with God. You can talk to God yourself. Remember, I mean everyone should."

"This is Protestant theory. I never imagined you actually believed in Protestantism?"

"No, no, no, I didn't, but I like this doctrine." Mephistopheles laughed. "Anyone can communicate with God, so why should that guy make decisions for others? Does he deserve it?"

As Mephistopheles finished speaking, he looked at Romani again. Although he didn't say anything, Romani could see the meaning in Mephistopheles's eyes.

"I am truly unworthy."

"Yeah, since you're not worthy, then why are you worrying and being afraid about this kind of thing, and feeling like it's all your fault? You're just being a busybody!"

"Alright, since you've come to terms with it, let's continue our discussion. So, what are your thoughts on the current situation? I mean, you don't need to consider suicide. You can continue being an ordinary person and living an ordinary life. Let's discuss how to resolve this problem."

Romani felt much lighter at that moment, and the feeling that "it's all my fault" that had been nagging at him vanished instantly with Mephistopheles's words.

"This is my trump card. If there's really no other way, I can use it to create an opportunity. However, after carefully studying what you said, I've discovered something."

"You say."

"Since he wants to turn back time to the beginning, the energy required must be enormous. I analyzed those halos and discovered one thing: the power of each beam is comparable to the release of Excalibur."

"You mean this? I know."

"You noticed this a long time ago too?"

"Yes, we already discovered it when we went up to investigate."

Romani took a deep breath and looked helplessly at Mephistopheles: "Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"I'll wait for you to come find me!"

Looking at Mephistopheles's "I won't tell you unless you confess" expression, Romani managed to suppress his anger.

He then said, "Although he will inevitably reserve some energy as a precaution, such as to block those who sabotage the plan or to prevent energy shortages in case of unforeseen circumstances, we can also use it to carry out our plan."

"I understand what you mean. You want me to start by destroying his aura. As long as his energy doesn't reach the level required to achieve his goal, his plan will be considered a failure."

"That's exactly what I meant."

"I see. In other words, I'm going to be going Excalibur."

Romani nodded; he knew this request was difficult, extremely difficult.

Then, Mephistopheles clapped his hands.

"That's quite simple, too simple!"

Romani blinked. "Simple?!"

He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

To clash with hundreds of millions of Excalibur, is that a simple matter?!

"Although we can dismantle them one by one, don't forget that once we start, he'll know. So we don't have many chances; we have to dismantle enough apertures before he reacts!"

"I know, it's just a moment, no problem!" Mephistopheles patted Romani on the shoulder and smiled. "Leave it to me, I'll make that mastermind question their existence!"

Chapter 164 Dream

She was a girl who looked to be less than 140 centimeters tall, with light blonde hair and an arrogant expression.

Her name is Leivinia Bardwell, and she is the leader of the True Magic society Dawnlight, a descendant of the Golden Dawn.

Despite being only 12 years old, she possesses exceptional True Magic knowledge and strength, making her the undisputed number one in the society.

Beside her stood a blond man who looked serious and unsmiling.

His name is Mark Spears, he is the second-in-command of Dawnlight and also Leivinia's assistant.

"Mephistopheles, as the organization's second-in-command, I have a very important task for you!" Leivinia smiled and waved the documents in her hand. Then, the documents unfolded and appeared around the three of them.

"Second-in-command? Isn't Mark the second-in-command?" Mephistopheles muttered.

"You're also second-in-command, and Mark's position is more like my secretary," Leivinia said, then turned to Mephistopheles, "As for you, don't you prefer to Independent Action? And you're capable enough, so you're a special envoy."

Mephistopheles shrugged and didn't say much.

"This mission requires us to deal with a group of True Magic fanatics who possess the Original Grimoire, the 'Mysterious Lord's Seven Chapters.' They intend to use this magic book to open the path to immortality and cultivate the Immortal Body, as described by the Easterners."

Mephistopheles frowned. "Why don't they go look for the * Baopuzi *?"

Leivinia laughed, "That depends on whether they can actually get their hands on it. However, the contents of this book are said to be able to grant immortality, but the price is quite high."

"Ghoul, I know," Mephistopheles shrugged, "But it's not that simple, is it? They'd have to summon Ghoul first, wouldn't they?"