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Medici raised his leg to kick the door.
After thinking for two seconds, he lowered his foot and knocked twice with his hand.
"Come in," said the person inside.
Medici pushed the door open and strode to the large office's only desk. "Lord, it's done."
The True Creator temporarily set aside what he had been considering and asked, "Is Laxia secluded enough?"
Medici nodded. "I've inspected it. The island is well hidden and isn't on any maps. I've also concealed the corresponding region in the Spirit World. Besides, the island itself is nothing but a wasteland, with no valuable resources or signs of life. You can use it without worry."
"Good."
Medici then asked, "Once you advance to an angel now, you should be able to control the Eastern Continent remotely, right?"
"Merely reaching Sequence Two is still nowhere near enough. But after I become a Sequence Two, my connection with my insane original body in the Forsaken Land of the Gods will strengthen further. As I acquire a portion of the authority and gradually replace him, his madness will naturally transfer to me as well," the True Creator said. "The ravings that are currently mostly suppressed will gradually return, too, but I won't repeat my mistakes."
"Advancing to Sequence Two will come naturally. The real difficulties are Sequence One and Apotheosis..."
The Red Angel consoled him:
"Don't be nervous. There's no Rose Redemption boxing with you this time. Going mad again would be a little unreasonable, wouldn't it?"
The True Creator felt consoled:
"If I go mad again, I'm afraid you won't get out alive this time either."
Medici smiled faintly, unconcerned. His Lord probably didn't know that, when it came to dying and lying around as a corpse, only Death, Salinger, or that son of his who