After Norton delivered his impassioned speech, Abraham and the others left the Church palace with trepidation, leaving Norton alone, sitting quietly on the throne, looking through the glass curtain wall at the distant, ethereal clouds.
Norton carelessly tossed the silver scepter, a symbol of supreme authority, onto the ground, and even the pure silver crown was casually discarded beside the table.
The supreme god, who had just been so eloquent and composed, now slumped on his throne like a lonely child, his body as limp as a lump of mud.
His pale, slender fingers gripped the pure silver imperial seal on the table, squeezing it until it was like putty, with the silver seeping out from between his fingers.
"No! Impossible! How can the soul separate from reality? Is this the true sign of God's maturity?"
Am I, Norton, really going to get an elbow strike?
"Call!"
A long, drawn-out gasp echoed through the hall as Norton opened his mouth and exhaled sharply.
A hint of silver light flashed in Norton's golden eyes, and his expression revealed a visible fear and retreat.
Unlike Abraham and his ilk, Norton did not grow more lifeless with age; on the contrary, he Norton more fearful with age.
What I fear is not death, but the fear of being split apart again and becoming matter in that universe.
Three thousand years of eating, drinking, and having fun, three thousand years of wild indulgence, have made his humanity more abundant than ever before.
Even though he enjoyed it for so long that he's now bored to the point of being somewhat depressed, it's still powerful proof of his abundant humanity!
But the more abundant one's humanity, the more resistant one becomes to becoming the so-called supreme being.
That state of being high above, without desires or wants, where even thoughts cease to flow, is more terrifying than death itself.
If he were to return to the highest realm, Norton would likely be suspended in the starry sky forever...
Whether or not humans exist, Norton will most likely never return.
This death of thought was like an endless prison of time, and Norton was terrified of it.
"But the fact that the Soul Matter have now been separated from Heaven is clearly telling me that this may be a sign of God's return, or a sign of another great change."
However, if murder is used as a means of suppression, there is no outlet for pent-up frustration, yet this cannot prevent the collapse of human society!
"Does Norton really intend to use brutal methods to slaughter all people in the world, leaving only one in ten alive, in order to balance the relationship between Heaven and Garden of Eden?"
At some point, Norton's golden eyes had turned into a blood-red crimson, and the wisps of killing intent seemed so real that the air itself seemed to freeze, and even the sun in the sky changed from orange to scarlet.
But then he paused for a moment, and then all his killing intent vanished.
"That won't work either!"
The dissipation of the Soul Matter and the dissipation of the real world should be simultaneous and of the same origin, preordained by God. In this preordained arrangement, there is no existence of any deity. Whether it was Jonah in the past, or Kuba, or even myself Norton, they have all long since disrupted this balance of dissipation.
Thus, the decay of Garden of Eden and the decay of Heaven are separated by an immeasurable time and quantity difference. Even if I slaughter countless beings, the total number of souls dissipating at any rate will not change, and the disparity between Heaven and Garden of Eden will remain irreparable...
To put it another way, it's like two pools of water that should be connected by a small pipe, flowing outwards in a slight manner, and eventually drying up at the same time. However, the pool that was originally called the Garden of Garden of Eden was blocked by Jonah Kuba. The pool of Heaven continues to flow, but the pool of Garden of Eden stops flowing, thus naturally creating a water level inversion.
When Norton connected the two pools, the pipes between them were too small to quickly balance the water levels. In addition, he had created a large number of immortals over the years, which caused the already imbalanced water levels to become even more extreme.
Even if he loosens his grip and stops stockpiling water, it will still take a lot of time to balance the deficit through interconnected and naturally flowing pipelines.
This problem is about the slow increase of entropy; it's a problem affecting the entire spacetime universe, and even the whole of reality and Heaven.
The result of countless overlapping moments in spacetime has led to a trend of imbalance throughout the entire spacetime universe, something Norton cannot resolve.
Even if he could reshape the entire Heaven and even the Garden of Eden with a wave of his hand, the entropy of the overall spacetime is fixed, just like the conservation of energy. This can only be transferred, not reduced.
"Furthermore, setting aside the question of whether entropy increase is reversible, if Garden of Eden were completely annihilated, wouldn't Norton lose its Anchor for return? If God were to invade at that moment, or if the gods were to revive, wouldn't it be difficult for Norton to return after being scattered across the world!"
Thinking of this, Norton suddenly froze, then gasped.
"Could this be a scheme by some god, or perhaps God's way of eliminating me, Norton? Forcing me to sever my Anchor, and then directly descending to scatter me, Norton, throughout the universe?"
"At that time, the fragments of my Norton soul will drift aimlessly throughout the universe, unable to return to Garden of Eden or ascend to God. In this way, I, Norton, will even find it difficult to reassemble my consciousness, let alone talk about returning or achieving the highest state."
At this thought, Norton broke out in a cold sweat.
Damn it, he almost fell for their trap!
Could this guy be as cunning as Norton?
Norton's silver coin was so tightly clenched it was almost reduced to an atomic structure. His eyes, which had regained their gilded color from their former crimson state, were filled with a ferocious look. The familiar sense of persecution was driving him to the brink of madness.
For so many years, for so many years has it been since I felt so persecuted?
All the past events flashed before his eyes, making him grit his teeth and seethe with hatred.
Norton has been persecuted throughout history, and even today, some people still harbor malicious intentions and attempt to persecute him. Do they really think Norton is someone to be bullied?
Did he really think that three thousand years of indulgence had smoothed out Norton's rough edges?
Since we can't stop it, we should accept it.
Even if Norton were scattered throughout the vast universe, the very essence of his soul would never perish.
As long as Garden of Eden has not been destroyed, even if there is only a one in a billion chance, Norton will one day return!
Norton's lips curled into a sinister smile that appeared on his perfectly delicate, pale face.
"Hmph... Hahahaha... I don't care who you are, whether you are the so-called God or the so-called selfless Shenyin."
I, Norton, have fought against fate for so many years, and to this day, I still have the courage to fight on endlessly!
Those who attempt to destroy me will ultimately be destroyed by me!
Even if I, Norton, eventually perish, all the billions of creatures in this Garden of Garden of Eden will perish with me!
"O Abraham, I call upon the Human Federation! Hundreds of millions of my fellow human beings will fight alongside me!"
Norton rose from his throne, his golden eyes flashing, and in an instant, his magnificent and melodious divine voice resounded throughout the entire Garden of Eden.
Having spent thousands of years in the world, Norton's mindset was no longer that of a cowardly missionary who only knew how to run away!