After Abraham discovered the secret of the Pale God Norton, he was overjoyed, as if he had found a treasure.
In the past Norton, Abraham always avoided Norton's gaze and his presence.
But now he's eagerly trying to get close to Norton, attempting to extract more secrets from Norton's unwitting words.
In addition, he sought verification from various sources to prove that Norton was not a product of this world.
You know what?
In the past, when Abraham was unaware of this secret, he only felt that His Majesty's thoughts were unfathomable and difficult to fathom.
However, when this secret is considered in conjunction with the past, all of Norton's actions as the Pale God begin to make sense.
For example, the vast wonders built under the command of Pale God in the ancient mythological era.
Those bizarre-looking, useless, and extremely resource-intensive things are things that would be impossible for anyone to conceive of even if they racked their brains, yet Your Majesty can construct them at will.
This is simply the most powerful proof that he comes from another world.
Such a spectacle, intertwined with cultural customs, is not something that humans could arbitrarily conceive of.
In addition, the murals on the walls, the Pale God in the main hall, and the proper nouns that His Majesty occasionally utters that do not belong to the Southern Continent —all of these vividly demonstrate His Majesty's bizarre past thoughts.
Besides, Your Majesty's battle with Kuba, which was destined to end but in which you survived, the political systems that were rebuilt each time in the Southern Continent, and even the control of the market economy and various legal regulations—all these bizarre and meaningful things can only be fully explained by Your Majesty coming from a country with a different civilization.
Only through this direct application can His Majesty's actions and outcomes appear relatively reasonable!
But if it is truly confirmed that Your Majesty comes from another world...
So... there really is another god?
A long sigh echoed through the cold, quiet palace.
Abraham looked at his books, which were covered in scribbles and writing in the language of the Southern Continent, and felt a chill run down his spine.
Another god... How terrifying is the result of this speculation?
Moreover, he couldn't even fathom whether His Majesty was created by another god, or whether He existed within a second Garden of Eden created by a god.
If it were the latter, he wouldn't be so impatient.
But if it's the former, that's a truly chilling outcome.
"No wonder Your Majesty is so terrified, no wonder Your Majesty has been pondering day and night, no wonder Your Majesty has suffered a mental breakdown... All truth is like a real abyss; one glance is enough to plunge one into it. Let alone Your Majesty, who is already standing on the edge of the abyss."
Abraham's fingers trembled slightly, his head buzzed, and he dared not think about it in detail. Even the slightest thought filled him with terror and despair.
Putting aside the question of how many gods or how many God there are, let's simply consider, if God truly exists, where did God come from?
In the past, Abraham had difficulty accessing the divine and had not reached a certain level of understanding, so he would not have thought about these questions.
But now, with the collapse of His Majesty's will, these issues naturally came to his attention and became problems he needed to consider.
In other words, those at the bottom just need to work and live honestly, while those who truly grasp the essence of the world need to think more deeply.
Now, in this entire Garden of Eden, His Majesty is the one who has reached the pinnacle the most, so his collapse seems inevitable.
Abraham took a deep breath and added another entry to his diary.
"In the past, I always thought that Your Majesty's emotional breakdown was a test for me, or perhaps a pre-arranged plan. But now, when Your Majesty's problem is placed before me, I realize how insignificant I am. In this vast starry sky, under the boundless holiness, we are all like a speck of insignificant dust."
When I finally touched this supreme truth, I suddenly realized that the truth I thought I had touched was merely on the edge of an endless abyss.
Only then did I realize the immense pressure and profound fear His Majesty was under; it was truly beyond words.
If I, Abraham, die, may those who come after me who read what I have written not seek the truth of this world, the very essence of existence.
Truth is like an abyss; when you think you've reached it, you've already reached its edge.
Abraham stopped writing, his gaze fixed intently on what he had just written, never before feeling so righteous and awe-inspiring.
He even felt a surge of his sense of mission, reaching a height he had never seen before.
At this moment, he thought of the Holy Lord Empire of yesteryear.
Just like the Holy Lord Empire of yesteryear, the common people only needed to worry about survival, while the high and mighty, inhuman Pope had to be constantly vigilant against the resurgence of the gods.
Just like them now.
Abraham stood up from the table, his hands clasped behind his back.
He slowly walked to the open French windows, quietly looking down at the myriad lights below, like a true emperor who cared deeply for the world.
He was also asked to install it.
After the fall of Kaier City in the Southern Continent, the army of the Northern Continent surged forward like an unstoppable tide.
According to past policies, in order to ensure the conquering and fierce ideology of its people, the Northern Continent imposed enormous pressure on the lower classes in their daily lives, making it impossible for them to meet their daily needs through their work.
In this way, the war of the dead became an excellent place for these people, as they could not only distribute money but also rob people.
In addition, the Northern Continent has now launched a policy of providing meager support but generous compensation. These soldiers can only guarantee their own food on the battlefield, and their weekly wages are pitifully small, making it difficult to supplement their family income. If they want to improve their family's conditions, they will have a very good option.
That is sacrifice.
If they sacrifice their lives, their families will immediately receive enough pension to support them for five years. In addition, each family will receive an annual subsidy to improve their living conditions.
Not only that, but they are not just one generation receiving this subsidy, but three entire generations!
In this way, these soldiers would rather die on the battlefield than return home, as they would be able to make a great contribution to their families. In fact, the desire to die has become the only thing these soldiers hold dear in their hearts; everyone wants to die on the battlefield to bring blessings to their families.
As a result, the fighting spirit and fanaticism of the Northern Continent's army far exceeded those of the Southern Continent, which was under Abraham's control.
Moreover, the Southern Continent possesses extraordinary individuals, while the Northern Continent possesses War Machine.
This life-or-death struggle between the two empires unleashed a devastating catastrophe.