Lucky

Seemingly surprised by her answer, the projection remained silent for a few seconds before asking in a still calm tone, "What is your understanding of luck?"

"Uh—" Neph paused for a moment, "The Great Serpent and the Little Snake perished together, and the Dice of Probability ' and three 'Snake of Mercury ' descended from the sky together—?"

The projector didn't speak, it just shook slightly.

"Actually, I have other versions," Neph added.

The projection remained silent, which Neph took as tacit agreement, and then spoke, "The ' Fate Weaver,' the Circle of Inevitability,' and the Key of Light ' fought a three-way battle, and then perished together—"

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear. The projection, after a moment of silence, asked, "Why don't you mention that Lord of the Mysteries of the past, and God Almighty?"

"Perhaps it's because their relationship with Fate isn't so direct?" Neph asked cautiously.

"You should know," the projection brought up the previous topic, "That for most people, the future you described isn't exactly fortunate."

Neph knew this, of course. She put away her playful attitude and asked seriously, "Then why am I different?"

If Neph lacked this understanding when she was Demigod, by the time Angel, the problem was already right in front of her. At this stage where everyone needed to confront Divinity, she simply hadn't found another spirit she needed to confront!

The Great Old One could never die. Even if they did, their spirit and will would remain forever. Without considering the possibility that she herself was an original Great Old One and that she didn't know why she decided to play a trick on herself, Neph couldn't help but think of a saying—that when readers cross over, they are equivalent to High-Dimensional Overseer, or rather, Great Old One.

But that doesn't make sense. If I had Great Old One Being, I wouldn't need to digest Potion, would I? I... I don't think I look like I have Great Old One Being.

This was clearly outside her knowledge, but to Neph's dismay, her Twin Sister also had no answer, only shaking her head and saying something cryptic, "After Ince Will died, Adam came to see me once."

Neph's eyes widened.

"He—" she began hesitantly, "Does He have something to say to me, or something He wants me to do?"

"Neither," the projection shook its head. "He just mentioned you briefly, saying you were lucky."

Hmm? So you guys are talking about something else?

Neph pricked up her ears, seemingly noticing her change, and the projection continued, "Sasrir has already taken control of Death God with your help." Uniqueness —I have no choice. In the conflict between Adam and Sasrir, I will naturally stand on Sasrir's side and help Sasrir return to his former position.

"But----

"Acknowledging your identity is not part of this deal, and neither Sasrir nor Adam have paid you anything."

Sasrir? Hmm, that makes sense. In the eyes of those who participated back then, the "True Creator" was Sasrir —but did they really not know Sasrir's situation? I think "the God's Left Hand" sounds almost like a hint, especially since the myth says he was made from a rib—he might not know about extracting his own Beyonder Characteristic, otherwise I would be certain of Sasrir's problems. It's too easy to guess—oh well, can I just skip out on the bill? After all, your Pope has already acknowledged me in front of so many people, and you've even issued a divine decree—

Neph suppressed her shameful excitement and asked, "What do I need to do?"

"Adam said you know the answer." The projection shook its head.

"I know the answer—" Neph's expression froze for a moment, then she hesitated, "I can guess, but I'm not sure what to do."

After all, you no longer accept the Uniqueness "Death God," and I'm alive—I can't exactly lead the Numinous Episcopate to attack you, can I? Especially after you issued the divine decree—how am I supposed to act like this? A story about a rebellious younger sister?

The projection seemed unconcerned; it nodded slightly and drifted away with the Cosmos. Neph suddenly sat up, realizing it was all a dream.

Yes, the current Seven Gods should be in the Astral World, Concealment my influence wouldn't require me to personally descend to the mortal realm—speaking of which, where am I? Hmm, this seems to be a Concealed Space—

She looked around and realized that this should be the Concealed Space of the "Evernight" Pathway. After a few seconds of deliberation, she decisively gave up on escaping this Concealed Space set up by the True God and tried to contact the Pure White Space.

Fortunately, the Evernight Goddess did not sever her connection with the Sefirah. Neph used the Pure White Space to escape from the Concealed Space. After thinking for a few seconds, she still landed in the Holy Cathedral, but in the Pope's office.

Pope Dabomachie was sitting in his office, but there were others inside. Neph didn't show herself directly, but she was certain Dabomachie had seen her because Dabomachie quickened his pace in giving instructions.

Neph listened for a moment and found that it mainly concerned the compilation of the New Holy Bible and the revision of Doctrine.

After dismissing everyone else, Dabomachie rose from his seat and bowed towards Neph, saying, "You're back?"

Neph reappeared and asked curiously, "Did you make these things up after you saw that snow?"

"Some of it is the Goddess's oracle," Dabomachie shook his head, "And it's not entirely from the scene. After receiving the Goddess's oracle, the New Holy Bible was already in preparation. Although it hasn't been formally written, we've already discussed the general direction during the Council of the Gods."

"Council of the Gods?" Neph paused, "Like—uh, is it really a meeting held before the God?"

Dabomachie shook his head and said, "It's just a pretext; we're not actually holding a meeting in front of the Goddess."

"However, we will report the final results of each meeting to the Goddess Goddess final approval."

"As far as I know, there are similar organizations within the Church of Steam and Machinery."

"So even the True God has to work?" Neph asked, somewhat dazed.

Perhaps her perspective on the issue was too strange, for Dabomachie remained silent for a moment, only glancing at her several times, seemingly unable to find a suitable response.

Neph coughed twice and forced herself to speak, "I mean, uh, oh right, I mean, how is the approval given? Is it stamped with divine power? Or is it a signature?"

"No, that's not true," Dabomachie denied, "Generally not."

Could there be something extraordinary about it? Neph swallowed the words that were about to come out, and instead gave a polite and courteous smile.

She didn't linger there. The words of the Evernight Goddess made her realize a problem: Adam seemed to know something about her situation. But there was no way Neph would ask Adam such a question. Besides, what Adam knew was inseparable from the "Chaos Sea," and if the answer was presented by the "Chaos Sea," the "True Creator" should also know something about it.

Chapter 1 Luck

If it were before, she might have hesitated a little, but now that she is Angel, the Eater of Words of the "True Creator" no longer give her a headache, and she makes her choice almost without hesitation.

Crossing the ocean of War of the Gods Ruins, and reciting the Honorific Name in the dream at the end, Neph once again saw the gate leading to the "Forsaken Land of the Gods." She was about to reach out and push the gate open when a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

It is said that once this door is opened, one will be watched by the "True Creator," but Neph actually has a way to escape. She has taken away the memories of "Traveler" Mr. X, and at this moment she can completely bypass this by "Door Opening."

Of course, Neph did this not to avoid the gaze of the "True Creator," since she was going to see him. She was just curious for a moment whether Door Opening like this and going on Pilgrimage would have a surprising effect.

Then she remembered that the gaze of the "True Creator" had almost never left her.

Neph had no choice but to abandon that idea, but then another brand new thought popped into her head: So, does that mean that by "Door Opening" to avoid being watched, it could be considered a sophisticated form of provocation?

She raised her hand, and a section of the gray-blue gate in front of her suddenly blurred. Neph stepped inside, blinked, and suddenly felt something was off. Neph "borrowed" a Lantern from the camp in the Afternoon Town Lantern it forward. Of course, unlike Amon, before "borrowing" the Lantern, Neph made sure that no one would get into trouble because she took Lantern.

When Neph arrived at the foot of the mountain with her Lantern, she saw the silver-haired Angel standing there quietly. He had his eyes closed, and as if sensing something, he turned his head, then opened his eyes and said, "You've come."

Neph blinked and replied, "I'm here."

"Let's go," Ouroboros turned around, "The Lord has instructed me to lead you up the mountain."

Neph hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "Your Grace, may I say something else to you?"

"What?" Ouroboros turned to look at her.

"You shouldn't have come," she said.

Ouroboros frowned and stared at her, the silver in his eyes shimmering. Neph could see a tiny vortex, which disappeared when she looked closer.

"You should be here," Ouroboros said firmly.

Neph raised her hand to her forehead, realizing that making jokes with this person was a Error.

"You're right." She nodded in agreement.

Ouroboros looked at her for a few more seconds, seemingly realizing her reluctance, and asked, "Why should I say that?"

"Actually, well—" Neph carefully began to organize her thoughts, "It was actually a scene from a book I read."

Ouroboros nodded slightly and explained in a light voice, "I am trying to contain the Uniqueness of the Wheel of Fortune."

"At my level, every word and action is symbolic; my very existence influences the future. Therefore, I cannot say that to you."

Ah—the "Pathway of Fate" —Neph nodded in realization, accepting the explanation, and then asked, "Accommodating Uniqueness — Your Grace, have you found the opportunity?"

"No." Ouroboros shook his head decisively.

"----?" Neph looked at Sleeve with a questioning gaze.

"I did not directly contain it," Ouroboros told her. "Will Unsetin has held the Uniqueness ' for many years, and although he did not contain it, he did tamper with it, as did the Elf King who previously held the title of 'Uniqueness ' and his Subordinate Deity —I was merely making some preparations before the formal containment."

Neph blinked, suddenly remembering her outburst before the Evernight Goddess. She hesitated before speaking, "I thought—your Pathway was more random."

"Once upon a time, Roselle said something," Ouroboros began calmly, "Opportunity always favors the prepared mind."

No, how does this involve Roselle? — Neph moved her lips, but couldn't say Exit.

Ouroboros seemed to think that was enough, and he turned around once more, his voice drifting from ahead. "Let's go."

Neph said no more. She lowered her head, Lantern, and followed. She glanced at Ouroboros's empty hands, hesitated for two seconds, and then handed the Lantern over to him.

"----?" Ouroboros glanced at her, took the Beastskin Lantern, and continued walking towards the mountaintop.

The hanging Giant still stood atop the mountain, the stake piercing his body, countless drops of blood flowing from it. As Neph knelt, she heard an opening line she had never imagined. "Where do you think the blood and the stake on my body came from?"

Neph was stunned.

She certainly couldn't voice that almost absurd conjecture, so she lowered her head and cautiously began, "This is—the embodiment of your Authority."

The "True Creator" said nothing, only telling her, "Adam came to see me once."

"----?" Neph swallowed hard, burying her head so low she didn't dare breathe.

Combined with that opening line, Neph immediately had a bad feeling. She glanced at Ouroboros out of the corner of her eye. The King of Angel seemed uninterested in all of this, immersed in his own world.

The "True Creator" seemed to notice her actions and spoke again, "Ouroboros, go down the mountain."

Ouroboros left without hesitation.

Neph was even more terrified. She could hardly imagine what would make Ouroboros leave as well. Since she already had a guess in her mind, her first reaction was that the "True Creator" was afraid that Ouroboros would kill her afterward.

That at least proves that my crime doesn't warrant death.

No, that's not right, I can't think like that—well, I should at least say something first—admit my mistake? What if, I mean, what if Adam really didn't say anything at all?

After considering for a few seconds, Neph spoke, "Your condition seems much better than before—?"

The "True Creator" frankly stated, "During my brief meeting with Adam, he provided me with psychological therapy."

----?

No, say it again, who gave you psychotherapy?

Neph suddenly raised her head, her eyes wide open, her face filled with disbelief.

You two are really something – one dares to do it, and the other dares to take the blame!