Perhaps the appearance of the God of Space-Time and William had originally been a tributary of Telashir's River of Fate. Whether they could find that sliver of hope depended on Telashir itself finding that crossroads.
What had caught them by surprise was only that the origins of the God of Space-Time were uncontrollable... Though he possessed the ability to bring souls out of a Magicless World, no one could carefully select them.
They could only provide a rough set of conditions, then casually choose whichever soul felt best to them among those that met those conditions and could be taken away.
If the soul Uranus had brought out back then had not belonged to the God of Space-Time from that newly founded Eastern nation, then perhaps some God capable of lending Telashir a hand would still have appeared. But there definitely would not have been any Undead.
Whoever summoned the Undead had to gain the recognition of the Magicless World... Even a Soul Projection could not be entrusted to just anyone.
Merit and character were both indispensable.
The God of Space-Time was surely of high standing, yet he was unlike certain politicians, carrying the fortune of the entire Earth with him, such that even if his soul scattered, it had to scatter across his own world.
Like that Dumas from Oaisis, he had clearly achieved something along the path of science, rather than being a true politician.
There was a reckless Romance to the way he did things... He only cared about beginning, never about the outcome.
He had the same air as those Western scientists who had always been entangled with capitalists.
But the God of Space-Time was different. Those who accumulated results bit by bit with abacuses and blank paper would consider every possible consequence as thoroughly as