Emerging from the soul realm and sitting in the audience chamber, Todd carefully recalled every detail of his arrival in this world.

Now, the Church of the Father has been completely destroyed, the city of Tyre has become a land of the dead, and the plague of death has spread and proliferated in almost every place.

Would the world be a better place if I hadn't come into this world?

Even if one's words and actions are well-intentioned, could they inadvertently push the world a step closer to destruction?

If the scales of fate were to judge me, would I be a sinner?

Whenever Todd thinks of this, a chill always runs down his spine.

"Your Majesty, Lady Deirdre has arrived."

Hearing the doorman's voice, Todd snapped out of his thoughts: "Please let her in."

Wearing a pale red dress, Deirdre's beauty was enough to make all the flowers in the garden pale in comparison.

"Your Majesty, I have brought your favorite fruit tea."

Todd stood up, went to the sofa, and gestured for Deirdre to come to her side.

Deirdre obediently sat down next to Todd, poured a cup of fruit tea, placed it in front of him, and said softly, "You look very tired."

"When I left, everyone conscientiously fulfilled their responsibilities, but when I came back, everyone pushed the work onto me. That's just how strange things are."

Deirdre rested her head on Todd's shoulder: "Because you are the King of all, the faith of the believers."

Todd smiled wryly. "You know this isn't what I wanted."

Deirdre looked up: "What exactly do you want?"

Todd looked into her eyes and said softly, "Deirdre, listen to me, if I wanted to take you to a very far place..."

"Very far? Are you going north?"

"No, it's much farther than that."

Deirdre bit her lip, as if she had guessed the other person's deeper meaning: "You once promised me that you would stay here."

Todd replied, “I will continue to fulfill my duties as king here, but one day, when I have fulfilled my duties and this kingdom can function on its own and no longer needs me, that day may be the time for me to leave…”

"What about our daughter, Aurora?"

"She will come with us."

Instead of getting the answer he wanted, Todd saw an uneasy, even fearful face.

"Todd, I'm scared."

Deirdre's answer baffled Todd: "What are you afraid of?"

“When I was a child, everyone in the tribe said I was cursed, and some even suggested offering me as a sacrifice to the gods.”

"When I got a little older, I was treated as a burden and was pushed out by my family. They forbade me from going back, not even to take a look."

“After I got a fiancé, my father broke off the engagement and sent me to hell, making me live in hatred and pain every day.”

Deirdre gripped Todd's arm tightly: "My love, do you know? This is the happiest time of my life. I can't imagine a better day. I don't want anything to change, and I'm afraid to face the unknown. I've prayed more than once that time would loop to today and never move forward."

Todd tried to persuade her: "How will you know the future won't be as good as the present if you don't move forward?"

Deirdre spoke to Todd in an almost pleading tone, "Everything I have now is already good enough for me, making me incredibly happy. Why should I yearn for the future?"

Todd closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

One month later, in the inner palace of the capital of the Abbasid Empire.

Saladin, looking emaciated, lay on the velvet bed, looked at Adin beside him, and asked weakly, "How much time do I have left?"

Adian opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

"It will be soon, won't it?" Saladin's expression was calm. "Knowing that your time is coming is better than waiting endlessly."

Saladin caught a glimpse of a black figure out of the corner of his eye and waved his hand, signaling that Adin could step back.

When Saladin was left alone in the large room, the black figure slowly walked to his bedside.

Removing the hood from his cloak, the pale-faced Adam's apple smiled at Saladin.

Saladin laughed too: "In all these days, you're the only one who's shown up here on time every single day."

His throat bone extended a bony arm, reaching to the right, and he pulled a chair in front of him from a distance.

Throat sat down and said to Saladin, “Perhaps you can’t hear it, but there’s a fierce argument going on in the front hall.”

Saladin was not surprised: "It was my sons and ministers."

"In your will, you ordered peace talks with Muxi City, giving up large tracts of land in the north and east of the empire, and even the Holy City. These orders have aroused dissatisfaction among many people."

Saladin said, "I knew they wouldn't obey these orders, and I never expected them to."

"Then why did you do it?"

"As Caliph, these are my final suggestions for the Empire."

Adam's apple rubbed his neck. "I still don't understand. You want to save this empire, but you're unwilling to cooperate with me... cough cough... sorry, this thing is a bit..."

Saladin nodded slightly: "Take it down. There's no one else here, and I'm used to it anyway."

Throatbone shrugged, reached down to the neck, peeled back the skin at the junction, and slowly lifted the human skin off the head, revealing a skull emitting a pale blue light.

He shook his head, opened his mouth wide and exhaled, and a pale blue light slowly drifted out of his body with each breath.

As Saladin watched the pale blue particles of light drift past him, he seemed to see thousands of faces struggling in agony, tumbling and twisting in the light, trying to escape but tightly bound together.

"I often wonder what the dead really represent, and if God allows their existence, then what is the meaning of their existence?"

The throatbone glanced at Saladin and said, "Join the necromancer, and you will have endless time to think about everything."

Saladin closed his eyes and said, "The throat bone, we have discussed this matter countless times."

The man's jaw opened and closed: "Yes, yes, you crave peace, you yearn for tranquility, blah blah blah..."

Saladin opened his eyes: "Let's get down to business. What are we planning to talk about today?"

Throat Bone sat in the chair, stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "I am still very interested in something we discussed before."

"What?"

Where does God come from?