When the plot-skips players into the game world

Aiwass carefully scrutinized Prodeno, trying to discern the confidence in his words.

Was it truly confidence or merely arrogance?

Or perhaps, was he bearing secrets that Aiwass wasn't aware of?

"Amon…"

Aiwass softly murmured Prodeno's current faith.

Amun God—that was the title of the Second Sun in the name of Horus, and also the Taiyi worshiped by the Primordial Empire.

Now Aiwass already knew, Taiyi is this world's original Pillar God.

This was after Candle Master reopened the Source River, decompressed Sin Thorn, and with its power, recreated the Material Realm, where the first Pillar God of the first Source River was born.

—Sun Path, the original creator.

Compared to the Great Abyss that symbolizes the end and taboo, Taiyi might indeed have restrained power…

And Prodeno did not go further to explain to Aiwass.

He simply changed the topic, beginning to speak of the earlier events.

"It's you," Prodeno showed a worried expression on his face, "killing a Benevolent Lord's priest in public… Do you know what that means? Although I haven't been here long, I know he's not very popular, but I still think this is a bit too provocative…"

When he arrived, he just witnessed Aiwass killing Aziz and twisting his soul on the spot into a Mirror Demon, sealing it within a palm-sized makeup mirror.

Now that mirror was placed beside Aiwass.

As a Mirror Demon, when that small mirror is closed, Aziz can't see or hear anything from the outside world. He will forever remain conscious alone in pure darkness… until the next person opens the mirror.

Aiwass successfully killed the enemy who cursed and murdered his parents and severely punished him—

This should have been a victorious revenge. Yet, for some reason… he felt a void.

Perhaps it was because the victory came too easily, or because the killing was too swift, or maybe his feelings for his biological parents were not as deep or clear as Aiwass believed… After all, he was too young to remember it then. Even though his adoptive father harbored schemes, he truly loved him as well.

His life wasn't painful, just somewhat obsessed—an obsession that demanded punishment and revenge and would not let this person go. It was an influence from the Shadowy Celestial Marshal on the Material Realm.

And now that he completed this small obsession, Aiwass didn't feel as joyful or excited as he had imagined.

—It was never about seeking forgiveness, nor about seeking understanding.

It was simply feeling…

He hadn't killed enough.

"Means what?"

Aiwass chuckled, looked up: "It means I will kill even more people."

His tone was light and indifferent.

As if it wasn't a ruthless remark, but a statement of fact.

The air inside the carriage suddenly turned cold.

Prodeno looked at Aiwass in astonishment, his eyes fixed tightly on him. Then, he instinctively glanced at Zhu Tang beside him, and turned his head back to continue watching Aiwass.

Aiwass knew what Prodeno was thinking.

—Had he already been corrupted by the power of the Benevolent Lords? Had he become someone who would act recklessly relying on his own strength? Was he trying to provoke a war, or did he want to interfere in Parthia's politics?

Was he representing himself, or the New Herasal Empire? Or was this an indication from the Holy Nation and Elves?

Was it the judgment of God, or merely great violence? Where is Parthia heading? What will become of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy about to be taken down? Will the everyday life of ordinary people undergo irreversible change? Is the Sun about to fall?

Prodeno, who was on the verge of speaking again, saw Aiwass gradually retract the smile from his face.

"I will kill more people."

He repeated: "Many, many, a river of blood. I will change an era… like a Monarch, like a God. But I will become neither a Monarch nor a God."

For some reason, as Aiwass said these words, his right eye twitched a little.

He instinctively reached out to touch his dim yellow right eye. Instead of feeling pulsating blood vessels, he sensed a faint hum like the rumbling of a hungry stomach.

—That was the amber's fetal movement.

"We've arrived."

At this moment, Leviathan's youthful voice came from outside the carriage.

As the Dragon Car made its stop, they arrived at a residence.

This was the current temporary residence of Prodeno.

It was neither luxurious nor massive. Although having a standalone house with a garden in Oasis City already counted as wealthy, the two-story duplex covering at most a hundred square meters seemed somewhat inadequate to host an Amon Priest.

Yet Old Ibn, after stepping off the carriage and glancing around, seemed a bit bewildered.

And Aiwass, turning back, said to Prodeno, "I thought you'd be staying in a palace. Didn't Ayimar Nur arrange housing for you?"

"I wouldn't dare live in a house provided by Benevolent Lords."

Prodeno smiled helplessly: "The slaves cautiously serve, and there's someone always coming to ask for your opinion. A careless word spoken might result in people losing their heads. It's embarrassing to say… I do not wish to bear the responsibility of this magnitude. Just thinking about how a word from me could lead to a family's demise makes my skin crawl."

"That shows you're a good person, Prodeno."

Aiwass remarked from the front without turning back: "Good people need not be ashamed. It's them who should be ashamed."