Who am I

It's cold!

It's so cold!

I'm so cold!

An unknown chill seeped into her soul, reminding Neph of the biting cold she felt upon Oldest One waking. Her thoughts slowed in this cold, only indistinct information playing out in her mind like a film.

On the first day, the "Original Creator" awoke and created this world, but reality, the Spirit World, the Astral World, and Fate were intertwined, and the world was in chaos.

The next day, the "Mother Goddess of Depravity" was Oldest One, thus providing a foundation for reality. The Spirit World and the Astral World separated, and the River of Fate began to flow. Afterward, the "Mother Tree of Desire" was born, giving rise to life, as well as evil and desire. Then, the "Son of Chaos" was born, creating order, an order that inherently carries a shadow.

On the third day, Oldest One union with the Mother Goddess, the Mother of All Things gave birth to her Eldest Daughter. Thus, the Fate of all things began to intertwine, no longer in absolute chaos, but with relative order and a predictable future.

Genesis...

As a name leaped into her mind, she saw one alien Outer Deity after another born, until a formless white mist appeared, at which point a dense black mass suddenly emerged, completely permeating the entire memory.

The cold seemed more real now; a silence and drowsiness enveloped me, and almost unconsciously, a deep, soul-piercing Affliction surged from my memories, dispelling the drowsiness.

It hurts so much...

Affliction replaced all other sensations, and thoughts finally focused on the deep blackness that brought a chilling feeling, and a sense of bewilderment arose:

What is this... again?

In the midst of somewhat sluggish thoughts, a name surged forth, and then, the doubt was resolved:

That's right, this is the "River of Eternal Darkness"... What is the "River of Eternal Darkness"?

What crashed into this memory was the fractured "Original Creator" and a Deep Black River flowing silently across the earth.

Death... the Underworld... concepts swirled within, these jumbled memories slowing already stagnant thoughts even further. Then, a Pure White aura emerged, suppressing all thought and bringing the focus back to the most important issue at hand:

Why is the "River of Eternal Darkness" here?

No...

Who am I...?

This world of memories suddenly stopped, a sense of bewilderment spreading through it, followed by the simultaneous emergence of two memories.

The first segment is the footage of Genesis, frozen at the final emergence of white mist; the second segment appears before a gray-white barrier, where a curled-up black-haired girl sits.

Which one am I?

The confusion didn't last long; she suddenly had an inspiration. Since the two were clearly different in appearance, she could judge them by their shape. So she reached out her hand, but to her disappointment, it was a hand formed from condensed white mist.

She brushed her hair aside and found it was also mist. She looked down; her body was also composed of white mist, but unlike the shapeless mist, this figure formed from White Mist was extremely stable and did not fluctuate easily.

I...

She stared blankly at herself, lost in thought.

Am I... their... her... children?

A strange thought surfaced, and as if to accommodate it, the third memory finally found a way out; the Deep Black River before her eyes, plunging her into deep thought.

This doesn't make sense...

Seemingly sensing its master's disapproval, fragments of memories about its birth surfaced one after another, including those of human infants, animals, and even Mythical Creature born with supernatural powers, but clearly none of them were the correct answer.

Just as the owner of the place was about to quiet things down, a rustling sound appeared. The faint sound seemed to sense the owner's confusion and was calling out with longing, trying to transmit its voice through the obstacles.

>p/<"... My child... my child"

>p/<. A deep, white mist, seemingly buried beneath, suddenly appeared, amidst the intense, turbulent movement. This would isolate her from the outside world, creating a barrier of sound, almost like a fortress of terror erected around her memories. A kind of fear, overwhelming her emotions, erupted with a deafening roar.

>p/<: She shouted excitedly, remembering the small-legged girl, and then ran up to her. She was only a few feet tall, and her face was barely visible.

>p/<"! Sister"

>p/<. The warm tears touched her skin, and as she lifted her hand, Funa felt the coldness in her eyes rise and fall, a bittersweet emotion spreading through her. She hugged her legs tightly, feeling a real, tingling sensation.

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>p/<... Sister... Mom

>p/<. She raised her hand, her gaze sweeping across the floating mirror, the white lines of her hand forming a misty haze on her upper arm, as she reached out her hand. She spoke softly.

>p/<. She put on a set of clothes she had made herself, and then, raising her hand, she let out a very light sigh. She stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, her naked body forming a condensed mist.

>p/<: The new conversation between Aya and the Caspian Sea resurfaced in her mind. She lightly tapped her fingers, and a drop of water slipped from her hand onto the surface, revealing a deep black droplet. Her fingers brushed across the white canvas, making the white canvas appear in her hand, dispelling the gloom from the mirror of her mind, and allowing her to tidy herself up again.

>p/<". The last thing I wanted to do was to prepare for the worst, perhaps this is what I thought -- this kind of approach, I don't agree with you, but I'm sure you won't agree with my own mother, but I'll help you avoid this trouble once and for all."

>p/<. He clenched his fist tightly around Funa's head.

>p/<"... When Asia"

>p/<. She finally released her fist, her strength gone, her fingernails sinking into her flesh, her anger colorful, her clear blue-green eyes tinged with the red of fireworks, she gritted her teeth as she uttered the name.

>p/<? What can she do--

>p/<. The location guide obtained the "true creation of the main thing" to help, and this event was a two-way collaboration between the two parties. She was the only one who could cooperate with Asia, and she could not possibly go to that side of the earth, whether it was from the perspective of the overall situation or from the perspective of personal interests.

The problem is, even if Adam did nothing, she was still helping the "True Creator"!

She bared her teeth, feeling an urge to punch Adam hard in the face, but she ultimately took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She knew better than anyone that even if she did punch Adam, the Blond Priest would only smile at her and ask:

Are you satisfied with this ending?

This is the Divinity Aspect.

Adam, born to save the world, cared nothing for anything else; He would unhesitatingly cut down anything that stood in His way of salvation, even if it meant His own destruction.

When Neph came across erotic stories and images related to Adam, she even briefly considered—if salvation required this, would Adam yield? Then she was horrified to discover that the answer might be yes.

This guy is utterly devoid of humanity in the very sense of the word.

In this respect, Amon is even inferior to Adam —admittedly, Amon lacks Goodness of Humanity, cannot understand sacrifice and courage, and in fact, also lacks Evil of Humanity; he only ever saw his own goals and games, and had no interest in doing evil. However—

Amon truly loved the Creator of the Third Epoch, and his own father!

As for Adam? He truly seemed to care about nothing but saving the world.

This is precisely why Neph is powerless; she wants revenge on Adam, and her Uniqueness option is to stop him, but if she were to actually do that, she would be insane.

Neph was seething with anger, so instead of returning to the Real World, she glared at the Pure White Space and sneered at her "mother," who had long since disappeared:

"I say, even if you wanted to sneak into the barrier through death, your death was far too clean, wasn't it? Not even a trace of your memory remained? Not even a hint of your emotions remained?"

This is the primary reason she was able to regain consciousness.

The memories of "Eternal Winter," from Genesis to His fall, are indeed long, but they are cleaner than White Paper. Neph can see the believers offering gifts to Him, His birth, and His brothers and sisters; yet, these memories are utterly devoid of emotion, calmer than a stagnant pool.

Although these memories are vast, they can only affect her cognition in the initial moment of intrusion. They cannot make her accept that when her own memories are unearthed, everything will naturally resolve itself, just like just now, when the memory with strong emotional impact appeared, she regained herself without the slightest hesitation.

This left Neph somewhat amused and exasperated. Although she hadn't fully reviewed those memories, having received them, she could somewhat understand the other's thoughts—this "Eternal Winter" seemed to regard the emotions within those memories as "impurities" in some sense.

So He washed away his memories!!!

"No wonder you're called ' Pure White Scroll '..." Neph muttered, "And no wonder you're called ' Deceased God '... Living like this, what's the difference between you and being dead..."

She stomped her foot on the ground, then slightly raised her chin, revealing a smug smile, and said with considerable pride:

"That's it?"

Find a good angle, take a picture... write it down... save it... Okay, that's it...

After taking the photos, Neph returned to the Real World, only to be completely bewildered—before being slammed into the Pure White Space by the River of Eternal Darkness," she was actually in the God of Combat's Divine Kingdom. However, the God of Combat had fallen, and the divine realm had collapsed, so she was now...

Where did I fall???

Neph blinked and met the gaze of a huge, dark tree—yes, met its gaze.

The dark trees were dotted with countless bloodshot black and white eyes. These eyes stared at her, who had emerged from the void, and blinked in unison. Neph hesitated for a moment, then blinked back.

"... Suah?" Sensing the other's presence, she tentatively retrieved the name from her memory.

The eyeballs, along with the trees, trembled violently in an instant. As if witnessing something utterly terrifying, it stood up without hesitation using its roots, stepped into the void, and fled.

This scene left Neph bewildered and speechless. After all, in her mind, "Abomination" Suah was at least Sequence 1 Archangel, and would never be so humiliated—or had He truly seen something?

>p/<... Running, calculating, fighting, then coming, perhaps, Him... losing, the War of the Gods, because it is possible, not

>p/<. Having been there, I should have observed the surrounding scenery of Funai.

>p/<: The most bizarre thing that appeared was Xavier's appearance, the remnants of the Holy One and the messengers of the heavens, who were chasing after him. The spring wind brought the dark night sky, which swept across the sky, but the darkness did not disappear. The yellowish sky receded, and the fallen War of the Gods...

>p/<! Food is surging outwards, going crazy, and now it is on the ground because of the sound of excitement. The people are so clear that they cannot hear it, even the lush branches and leaves, the evergreen trees and grasses, on the ground, naturally, a piece of the dark shadow of death comes, the whole curtain of darkness spreads.

>p/<. Awesome...

A prayer suddenly rang out, and she seemed to be considering what she should do, looking at everyone as if she didn't care about herself. A sense of absurdity washed over her.

>p/<"... The Great of Winter"

>p/<? Ah, who...?

>p/<. The Pure White Enlake pulling her in, and she came down to calm and cold. At that moment, Enlake's worried and anxious expression was clear. She was facing him with certainty, and suddenly, without saying anything, she prayed to Funa.

>p/<: Funa waved her hand, but before he could speak, she seemed to realize something and then let out a Enlake of relief, as if she hadn't expected it. She saw him.

>p/<. The God of Combat of War who appeared on the scene just now... I want to ask you something, I think you know...

>p/<"? What is the God of Combat? God of Combat": Enlake asked, slightly taken aback.

>p/<". The Fallen War of the Gods": A laugh lightly answered Funa

>p/<: It's not true that she actually finished, and she didn't even care about the specific situation before Funa asked him. In an instant, Enlake's solemn expression changed.

"The Fallen War of the Gods"

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"Yes," Neph nodded with a sigh, "It's a pity that humans and gods cannot share their joys and sorrows..."

She presented the scene with Feysac to Klein, both amused and exasperated, and said with a helpless expression:

"I really don't know what to say... The God of Combat has fallen, and in this land that worships Him, the common people are celebrating—and there seem to be quite a few devout believers among them? Ha, is it because news of defeat is growing slower than food?"

Klein was speechless. Watching the footage Neph was playing, he could only sigh helplessly.

"War..."

"I was looking for you at ' Sefirah Castle ' just now, but I found that the Star that symbolized you was gone. I was so scared that I came down to pray to you, but you didn't respond. I then prayed to the Goddess, but Goddess didn't respond either..."

"Haven't you tried asking my My Lord?" Neph forced a smile. "Does my My Lord know where I am?"

>p/<. "He didn't give you the chance to stop him, and he arranged this path for you, and you said you had a path to walk," Enlake replied, frowning. "I've tried."

>p/<"? I suggest you consider another way, when it's for yourself... It's possible that He might not be able to stop you from having a chance, but believe me, um," Funa gritted her teeth. "... I have a good path to take."

>p/<: Enlake looked at her with a puzzled expression, and tilted her head slightly.

>p/<". You can tell me about the whole incident, since it's already over."