Mastering a god's authority in a thousand years or so was certainly an outcome most people would be satisfied with. The problem was that even if the Goddess agreed to let him do it, Edward did not have that much time to slowly deconstruct it.
Just then, a flowing river gradually emerged from the endless darkness. Edward was about to focus his attention on it when suddenly, a pair of eyes filled with meaning opened within the river and glanced at him from afar.
For an instant, he felt his breath catch. Then the river rapidly receded, and he dropped out of his [Deconstruction] state. Before he could catch his breath, his spirituality began throbbing wildly, signaling extreme danger.
It's over.
I've really gone and gotten myself killed!
The next second, he watched helplessly as his body vanished on the spot, as though rubbed out by an eraser.
Chapter 599: Roselle's banquet
Edward saw nothing but darkness, and he lost consciousness entirely, as though he had fallen into the deepest, dreamless sleep.
An unknown amount of time passed before the lightless, soundless darkness suddenly trembled. In his haze, Edward vaguely regained a little awareness, feeling as though a faint, chilling wind was blowing into his face.
His thoughts gradually broke free of their frozen state, and Edward slowly opened his eyes. Mist filled his surroundings beneath the deep, cold night, and a small town stood not far away.
The town's most conspicuous building was a steepled church in a very ancient style. It was black all over, with no bell tower, and pitch-black ravens circled above its roof.
Many buildings were scattered around the church: ordinary two-story houses, crude wooden cabins, a bakery with a hanging sign, and a gray-white mill powered by a waterwheel. But there was not a