A long, soft sigh echoed through the bustling street. The sound was faint, yet it instantly drowned out all other sounds, as if only this one sound remained in the entire world.
" Abraham, do you really think I am so cruel and wicked?"
Cold sweat trickled down Abraham's back and down to his buttocks.
The scorching sun baked Abraham, but it couldn't leave the slightest trace of burning on him.
Since Norton's return, the so-called holiness no longer seems to have any real effect on Abraham, which is both excellent and extremely bad news.
This means that the Pale God Norton seems to have truly reached the same Existence Level as God, and has genuinely ignored the Pressure of life.
This also means that he seems to have no weaknesses.
This also caused Abraham to lose all hope.
Seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving.
In bygone days, human regimes have always regarded me, Norton, as a cruel and tyrannical ruler, a heretic and inhuman being.
Even the historical records of various regimes have completely erased my Norton, instead labeling me with the name of a brutal and tyrannical man.
I strive to build an everlasting peace, I strive to build true communism, I strive to break down class barriers, I strive to create a new Garden of Eden.
In everything I have done, I have never once wronged the human race.
Yet, humanity has never, for a single moment, truly accepted me.
But I was once human too...
Norton sighed softly, but the news he revealed shocked everyone, even the federal high-ranking officials who were watching directly from there were moved.
History is written by the victors.
A glance at history books reveals that the entirety of the events from ten thousand years ago is filled with the tyranny of that Pale God.
Even though historians can glean some inaccuracies from fragments of information, Norton remains a universally acknowledged tyrant in history.
However, it now seems that the character profile of him needs to be further refined.
"To this day, you all know my reputation for Norton, but you do not know my Norton!"
I am the Pale God, and my holiness shall shine like the sun over the whole Garden of Eden.
Shedding the sorrows of the past is like advancing in civilization!
Norton's voice grew louder and louder with his murmurs, until it almost seemed to turn into some kind of chant from the old Papal State.
However, her slender and tall figure slowly rose from the convertible, and her gilded eyes seemed to be focused on something that did not exist in reality.
Her arms were slightly outstretched; a simple gesture that conveyed ultimate elegance and nobility.
As he slightly raised his palm.
"Uh... ah..."
Wisps of particles appeared out of thin air, rapidly converging and washing into the corpse of the man who had just been shot.
On another level unseen by the crowd, an illusory body that had just soared into the sky and was flying towards the sun was forcibly pulled down by Norton's hand and then stuffed back into the man's body.
The man's chest, charred by the laser, rapidly healed itself, his long-cooled body regained warmth, and he even began to emit faint hissing sounds.
In an instant, the man who had just been killed by the laser regained his vitality and even opened his eyes.
However, this was just the beginning.
"I will tear apart the river of time to save innocent lives..."
Norton's golden eyes had already glimpsed a scene from some time ago, when he had just recovered.
The scenes spanning time were like frames of pictures laid out before him, and he could reach out and insert his hand directly into these timelines to do whatever he wanted.
This has nothing to do with the so-called theory of time travel; Norton is one of the only two rulers of this world.
He exists in any timeline, and can also be separated from any timeline.
This doesn't involve the so-called multiverse, which timeline it exists in, or which timeline is the real time.
The remaining unobserved entities exist in a false past when Norton is not observing them.
Then, its Pressure condensed into a palm, and from the various timelines constructed by the river of time, it grabbed all the humans from different periods who should have been crushed under the throne and the Prince's feet, and then pulled them out of the world and endgame formed by that flow of timelines.
From beginning to end, the throne of those 100,000 timelines remained completely empty.
As Norton spoke in a chanting-like manner, his hand was slightly raised, and suddenly, extremely illusory figures, barely discernible to anyone, began to appear on the previously empty, long flower path.
However, these figures rapidly coalesced, and in the instant Norton finished speaking, countless figures appeared in the endless sea of flowers!
Even those figures who suddenly appeared were terrified, some even screaming, still reeling from the moment before they were crushed.
The location suddenly changed, and screams burst out.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
Cries and screams echoed along the avenue where flowers converged. In an instant, more than 100,000 people completely occupied the entire long and wide street, stretching for more than ten kilometers, but they still did not leave the narrow flower-lined street.
Or perhaps, the entire nearly 100-kilometer-long road of Norton Mobility was covered with flower petals.
At this moment, the screams and wails from the crowd merged together, sounding like the howls of Hell.
This scene completely shocked the crowd surging along the long street. The crowd, which numbered far more than 100,000, erupted in a chaotic cacophony of exclamations, and the entire street descended into chaos.
Even more distraught than them were the families of the deceased.
Even amidst a sea of people and a deafening cacophony, their once-dormant hearts suddenly began to pound.
The man, who had just been resurrected by Norton, was being supported by two soldiers, his knees aching. Although his body had fully recovered, he felt as if his legs were as soft as noodles, and he couldn't even stand up.
Before she could even speak, tears were already welling up in her eyes.
My heart was pounding, and my vision was so blurry that I could barely see the person in front of me.
He even forgot how to open his mouth, and after two attempts, he managed to slightly open it, uttering a faint word.
" Yila..."
The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.
His throat was like it was stuck with phlegm; he could only utter a single word before he could no longer make a sound, only a few hoarse hissing noises.
" Yila..."
The man spoke again, but even a single word seemed to have taken a great deal of effort from him.
He kept trying, and finally, his shouts grew louder and higher with each one.
" Yilawa! Yilawa!!!"
The long queue was incredibly noisy, and even the man's desperate shouts were drowned out by the surging crowd.
But in that narrow stream of people, a woman holding a child, who had just recovered from her panic and fear, had already focused her gaze on the call even before she heard it.
People who love each other can always find their love in the crowd.