"Ah! I am a god, how can I be without desires and wants!"
Norton savored the long-lost desire in his body with immense pleasure. Under such a long-awaited urge, he actually wanted to enjoy this feeling a little longer, rather than immediately opening the osmium box in his hand and absorbing all the souls inside.
Strangely enough, while Kuba could clearly see souls, Jonah could even have his followers collect souls in this way, Norton alone could not see souls.
Is it due to conflicts in the underlying code, or because it hasn't evolved to that stage yet?
Norton felt a deep longing within him, and suddenly, for no apparent reason, he felt a nameless fear.
If he were like Kuba, he certainly wouldn't have such thoughts now.
But he was different from Jonah, which made him think more deeply.
Just as devouring his flesh and blood can make the devourer a counterfeit of him through this medium, could he, by devouring the soul created by God, also have his own soul labeled by God and become a counterfeit of God in a similar way?
Norton felt that his mind had never been as clear as it was at this moment.
Even as this thought arose in his mind, he instantly felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle!
Even now, thinking about this Garden of Eden, which clearly corresponds to his concept of Earth, gives me a chilling feeling.
He used to think that his own will was assimilating this Garden of Eden, but now he wondered, was he assimilating this Garden of Eden, or was this Garden of Eden gradually assimilating him?
"No, no, no! I used the same method against Kuba in the past, tricking him into swallowing my flesh and blood. Could this be another trap set by Jonah, or even God, to target me Norton?"
Norton grew increasingly frightened, and the more he thought about it, the more plausible his suspicions seemed.
Jonah, who was sealed above the sun, has now begun to establish a sect, which undoubtedly proves that he possesses ample self-awareness and strategic planning ability.
Therefore, it is highly likely that this so-called method that can enable his soul to advance is a scheme orchestrated against Norton that has been planned in advance!
"Boom!"
As Norton's mind suddenly tightened, a long-lost sense of fear, unseen for many years, surged forth like a tidal wave, flooding Norton heart. This familiar yet long-forgotten feeling of dread brought tears to the pale monster's eyes.
"It's been so many years, so many years since I felt this kind of trepidation. Abraham, you're a complete waste!"
Norton was quite moved.
He believed that Abraham would be the one to betray him in the end, and even encouraged him with the example of Kuba, saying that Abraham should be like Kuba!
It turns out that the only ones who can truly betray him are gods of his own rank.
The very thing called Existence Level is so hopeless; the slightest error cannot be compensated for by any scheme!
Norton looked at the osmium metal box in his hand, feeling its overwhelming temptation, and frowned, unsure of what to do.
If this thing truly is his opportunity for advancement, then consuming it would mean he can advance again.
But if this thing really is what he thinks—a scheme devised by Jonah or even God against him—wouldn't he have truly fallen into a trap?
He already had no standing in this Garden of Eden. Once he was passively demoted and his soul was bound by God's code, wouldn't Jonah, the god who could control death, be able to target his soul however he wanted?
"Click!"
Norton suppressed his unease and suspicion, gently extended his slender fingers, and easily crushed the outer shell of the metal box. He then pulled out the soul collector, which resembled an old kerosene lamp.
Once it was taken out of the metal box, the allure became even stronger.
Norton felt every inch of his skin speaking of longing, and even deep within his soul, a profound cry of unfulfilled desire echoed.
If it were to devour the wandering souls within, it might embark on a new path of advancement, ultimately becoming the true god of Garden of Eden...
Norton's pale, delicate face remained expressionless as he stared motionlessly at the container in his hand, which seemed to hold a black mist, as if engaged in an unknown internal struggle.
However, after a short while, his pale palm suddenly exerted force.
"Creak... Bang!"
With a forceful squeeze of five delicate, pale fingers, the container that held the soul was clenched into a ball and then exploded with a bang.
"Aaaaaah!!!" A series of shrill screams, a mixture of male and female voices, erupted out, and streams of black mist surged out from the soul container that had been crushed in Norton's hand, rushing wildly in all directions.
In just a few seconds, countless gray, misty things, accompanied by countless shrill screams, vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.
Norton closed his eyes slightly, feeling the alluring scent in the air dissipate with the wind, and finally let out a long sigh.
Why does the current situation feel so familiar, like it happened many years ago?
Am I being overly cautious, by being so meticulous?
Is it a trap or an opportunity? Is it assimilation or integration?
This is too long... a thousand years have passed... I can hardly tell anymore...
A deep sigh echoed through the cold palace, resonating with all who heard it and evoking a profound sense of sorrow.
Even the Vampire missionaries, who served as slaves in the deep palace, felt deep sorrow for His Majesty's distress.
Soldiers on the front lines only need to charge, but the Pale God in the rear has far too much to think about.
So how can one say that the people within the Pale Holy See's territory are unhappy?