Chapter 50: The Courage to Fly to the Sky She has never been alone...

God awakened in the great chaos and walked in the darkness day after day. One day, God finally felt lonely.

God didn’t know who to ask, why was there only darkness and Himself here?

His footsteps have reached every corner of the world, and all that has accompanied Him is darkness and silence.

Until that day, God glimpsed a ray of white light in the darkness. God stepped forward and saw colors different from the pitch-black. It was colorful and beautiful flowers, magnificent fields, a gentle breeze, a clear sky, and beautiful creatures that made Him tremble.

The creature turned around and smiled at God.

God thought, He fell in love with this place.

God is no longer lonely.

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In front of the dragon's white bones, Vifiya lowered her head and smiled slightly. Valega's nine hundred years of waiting finally paid off.

There was such a big commotion here that someone would come soon. She turned around and left, but entered an unfamiliar space.

She looked around vigilantly, but saw a person walking towards her barefoot with his eyes closed.

The person who came was two meters tall, wearing a simple blue and black long dress, with a crimson six-pointed star disk on her chest, like a hole with no end in sight, with the mulberry flowers faintly visible in it, blooming, fading, and blooming again.

As she walked, the small snow orchid earrings swayed gently, and her long white hair with other light colors floated like smoke, with an extremely gorgeous golden ring behind her hair.

Vifiya gradually relaxed her guard. She should know who she was. No, it should be Him.

He slowly stopped in front of her, squatted down, and opened His eyes, which appeared to be pupilless. He smiled faintly. Although He had no pupils, Vifia still felt His kindness. "I'm sorry that I came to see you only now and caused you so much suffering."

She was stunned for a moment. Vifiya had never thought that the real goddess Lehomi would apologize to her as soon as they met.

He gently touched her head, which was offensive to a stranger, but she felt that it was beyond her control. He said, "You can also call me Thesmera, child."

Vefiya clutched the statue of the goddess Lehomi in her left hand. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to ask. Why had she come here? Why was she trapped in endless rebirth? Why her? How could she return home? What could she do to get what she wanted?

As if sensing her urgency, Thesmera continued, "I'm sorry, but my time is limited, so listen to me."

"You already know that the one being worshipped in my place is a false god. The details of his birth and growth to this point are far too complicated, so I'll explain them to you later."

"In a high-level world, the souls of corresponding creatures are more resilient and stronger. The reason you came here and were forced to be reborn is because He needs such an existence to accumulate strength for Him in the endless cycle of rebirth."

Vifia felt a suffocation, speechless, as she realized she was just a tool. Was it anger? Years of pain and despair, the torment and curse she had believed were simply a god's need for power, and she was the chosen tool, a tool, nothing more.

"There's only one way to return home: kill him. The strange creatures born around the world all possess his power. They are his eyes. Killing these monsters will weaken his power."

After a pause, Thesmera lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, but my power is also being devoured by Him. After meeting you, I will fall into a deep sleep again and fight Him. You can go find Salis. If you encounter something you really can't solve, call my true name and I will come."

This was His promise, the promise He made to this soul from another world. He owed her a lot, but this was all He could give her, which made Him extremely ashamed.

Vephiya opened her mouth, her heart anxious. Since He was the true God, then as His child, would He know what happened to Vephiya? She also wanted to ask, what about Vephiya, the real Vephiya? Did she still have a chance to survive? Was her soul still somewhere, not completely annihilated in this world?

As long as she gets a little bit of affirmative answer, as long as there is a little bit of hope, she will definitely do it!

His face was reflected in his crimson pupils, and his tone became softer: "Finally, listen carefully."

He saw with his own eyes how this girl had struggled to survive time and time again in this world that was completely different from her hometown and had come to where she was today, so He had to tell her what was coming next.

"In your hometown, He has always wanted to take you home."

What? Vefiya stared blankly at his pupilless eyes, which reflected nothing. Her head was buzzing, and everything she wanted to think about suddenly froze.

“Please don’t give up.”

She saw His gaze fall on her silver bracelet: "You have used His power."

Then, His gaze fell on her necklace: "And this."

He looked into her eyes and said, “He transformed them all personally.”

Maybe it was because the surroundings were too peaceful, maybe it was because God was too gentle, or maybe it was because she was too tired recently.

Hot liquid flowed down her cheeks and she seemed to be crying.

The pain of constant rebirth, the fear that a wrong step would cause a good situation to collapse, the grievances of having no one to confide in in the middle of the night, the anxiety of being alone in a different world...

She didn't dare to relax because she was alone. Even if she had trustworthy companions in this world, she was still alone after all.

After sixteen rebirths, the emotions that had been suppressed deep in his heart finally burst out at this moment.

In the empty little space, there was a small whimper at first, followed by desperate wails, as if she wanted to cry away her past sufferings, cry away the injuries she had suffered in every life, and drive out of her heart all the injustices she had felt here.

She is really not alone. In her distant hometown, there are really people who are waiting for her to come home, and there are really people who care about her all the time.

She is really not alone. It turns out that she is really not alone. Her struggle and her persistence finally have meaning.

The merciful God gently looked at the girl in front of him, saw her covering her face and crying, and saw that her steadfastness had found a home.

He did not disturb her. She needed to vent like this. She was actually not far from going crazy.

This is also the reason why He had to come to see her this time even if He had to lose His divine power. He had to let her know that the life-saving straw she had been holding on to was actually trying to hold her hand and hold her in his arms.

The lost soul in another world has become a dust monument of the world. Her fate has been determined from the very beginning.

Was He looking at her face? Perhaps He was seeing how she had not only inherited the power entrusted to her by her best friend, but also received the recognition of the source of that power. Or perhaps He was looking at the statue in her hand, crafted by His best friend himself, from the purest magic of Buma Lingda, mingled with blood, His last relic.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl calmed down and handed the statue to Him.

When He sent the girl back to the world and He was the only one left in the entire space, He caressed every part of the statue, every place that His best friend had touched, and gently pressed it against His forehead, with two lines of red falling from His pupilless eyes.

Can God also despair?

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God is with all living things, and time passes by.

One day, God asked, "Do you like colorful colors and a wider sky?"

The creature replied, "Of course."

The gods shed tears of joy, and the land appeared out of the darkness.

God cut off his own flesh, and the flesh merged with the earth, giving birth to countless living beings.

Together they gaze upon the world.

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In such a lonely night, all races in the entire continent heard the dragon's roar from eternity. Then, white specks of snow fell and it began to snow.

In the far western continent, the elves were dormant in the forest, refining their elven powers. With a dragon's roar and a snowfall, they were summoned back by the Elf King.

Their king knelt on the ground, and the elves with pink hair and pink eyes beside him were the youngest elders of all generations. They all knelt in front of the stone statue of Buma Lingdale, weeping and bidding him farewell.

Whether they were orcs, mermaids, elves, goblins, dwarves, demons, or ghosts, they all felt the sadness from God in the snow.

It was unanimously determined that Buma Lingdalie had fallen.

They saw Him off in their own way.

Along with this heavy snow, countless pieces of paper fell in many places in the East Continent.

The princess who was under house arrest in the palace reached out to take it. She glanced at the page and then looked up at the snow in the sky.

Bhumalinda Levalega...

The pink-haired, blue-eyed elf pressed her forehead against the paper and sobbed quietly.

Everyone in the palace saw this scene. Some in the crowd, including the emperor, frowned, some looked frightened, and some disappeared.

The sleeping residents of Lachigo were startled by the shaking of the ground and ran out of their homes. Amidst a sound they had never heard before, they saw the direction of the Holy See. In the bright and fiery light, a pair of magnificent wings broke through the night and flew straight into the sky.

They forgot to breathe and stood there in shock until the white snow fell before their eyes. Only then did they realize that the snow was coming faster than before.

The knights of the Holy See steadied themselves. The strange sight not far away made none of them move. They had never heard that there was anything beneath the Holy See, let alone something that could make people tremble at the first sight.

The white snow could not wash away the filth, nor did it extinguish the fire of the Holy See. Instead, it became more fierce, like the red sun rising in the sky.

The descendant of the first great magician smiled nonchalantly and aimed the magic circle in his hand at the knights of the Holy See.

Amidst the sounds of fighting, a young man with only slightly disheveled clothes and a listless face walked out from underground. He looked up at the direction of the wings, took the fallen paper, and there was no emotion in his light purple eyes. He did not look at the fire, nor at the source of the screams, and left the Vatican.

In a dim corner, Osa smiled with relief and joy: "Success!" She turned around and said to the other three, "Let's go find Vifiya."

Snow fell on the fingertips of Isidore and Kaharun, and they both felt the magic in the snowflakes.

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Vifiya stood under the tree. The snow was getting heavier. She stretched out her hand and the snow melted in her palm. She knew it. She lowered her head and stared at the paper at her feet.

God is grieving.

His dearest friend was killed by His most beloved child.

"Vefia!"

She heard someone calling her, and she raised her eyelids and looked forward. It was Osa, Isidore, Arnold, and Kaharun.

They ran towards her in the falling snow.