They are all books.

An exquisite and gorgeous crystal silver lamp was hung under the glass skylight, and the ink-colored words revolved around it like a star ring, and the light as soft as mercury brushed across the densely packed bookcases. This was the largest library Ash had ever seen, or rather a book maze. He sat in the atrium on the bottom floor, looking up and estimated that the library had dozens of floors. He truly felt how insignificant he was in front of knowledge.

Book spines of different colors are like treasured swords. They are hidden here and perhaps no one knows how sharp they are. But when they are unsheathed, the whole world will be in awe of their beauty.

This is the deepest desire of Weisser's soul, she wants to exhaust all the truth and hold the power of knowledge. Ash was surprised but also felt it was reasonable. Although the lifelong goal of the Silver Lantern he knew was to destroy his homeland, the reason why Silver Lantern was determined to destroy the world was all due to the Gray Fox heritage in the Dead City.

In that long, unknown night, the young Weisser underwent the most profound transformation in her life. She saw through the destruction of the Gray Fox God Age and was shocked by its brilliance and greatness, so she finally completely untied her moral shackles and accepted the mission of destroying the world by bearing all the evil.

Because of their knowledge, the Gray Fox magicians were able to create the "Sanctuary" hidden in the cracks of time, but even so, they could not change their ending. But in the "Sanctuary", they predicted the final ending of Senluo, either a painless destruction of the world or an eternal doomsday of torture. They could not save the world, they could only find a better bad ending.

The helplessness of the Gray Fox Magician left a deep impression on little Weisser's soul, which not only awakened her faith in a martyrdom who was willing to bear sin, but also inspired her to pursue knowledge - if the Gray Fox Magician had more knowledge and became stronger, could they find a better future?

We didn't do anything wrong, we just didn't find a better option when we made the choice.

If Vichy becoming the Supreme of Magic would mean he could dominate all souls in the world, then Weisser becoming the Supreme of Magic would probably be because she wanted to monopolize all knowledge from ancient times to the present.

“You’re finally here.”

Ash blinked and realized that he was sitting on a lazy sofa, while Weisser was sitting on a soft chair opposite him, holding a pink-covered book in her hands. Her windbreaker was half-pulled down to her arms, revealing a tight little shirt, her legs crossed in high heels, her black and white silk stockings entwined like two soft snakes, her plump thighs stacked together, her hips pressing down on the chair, and she was wearing a pair of round-framed glasses, looking lazy and elegant, playful and cute.

This is the real Silver Lantern Weisser.

"Are you waiting for me?" Ash felt something was wrong as he asked, "Wait, this is your subconscious. If you can see me, it means that I already exist in the depths of your consciousness."

"Do you think gods have subconscious minds?"

Weisser smiled brightly, lifted her feet in front of him, and winked: "Help me take it off."

You two just can't get along with feet, right?... But compared to Vichy's request to lick feet, Visser's request was not too much. Ash obediently helped her take off her high heels and watched her put her legs down on the soft chair, like a shivering little squirrel.

"This is my last domain." Weisser said, "Perhaps this is the difference between the great gods and the original gods. After I became the Silver Lantern, my will did not disappear completely, but was trapped here, day after day, night after night."

"I gradually understand why Bai Ge and the others rebelled against Sen Luo Zhan Zhu. Just think about it, if you were trapped in this place for thousands of years, endlessly, and no one would respond to your words, and you would drown alone with your ideals, no matter who you are, you would definitely hate them, right? They hated for too long and too deeply, and those beautiful visions turned into deadly poison, so that they changed the will of the gods. So even if Bai Ge, Huo Mao and Qing Niao have not awakened themselves, their hatred for Sen Luo Zhan Zhu has changed their thinking."

Ash looked at the hundreds of millions of books and thought that the White Dove, Fire Cat, and Blue Bird should also have a beautiful world hidden deep in their souls. But no one had ever entered their world, not even the followers or the Lord of Senluo. They rotted and collapsed inside, leaving only desperate noises, but this time the gods heard their prayers.

They were once the most devout saints to their ideals. They burned themselves to become the first flame. Now that the divine fire has gone out, how can the gods not burn this wrong world for the saints?

A violent pleasure must end violently.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine." Weisser smiled and said, "The Mirror Dragon collected all the moments when I expressed my emotions, and the magician's manual you gave me became the clue to connect them. For me, I just read the book here for a while, and then I found myself becoming a god."

"That's good." Ash sank into the bean bag with a feeling of relief. "That's great."

Weisser looked at him, unable to hide his self-blame, stretched out her foot and pinched his calf with her toes, snorting, "You haven't come to Senluo to pick me up yet!"

"Didn't you say you wanted to become Silver Senluo?" Ash blinked, "I can't take you away even if I go."

"But I want to touch you," Weisser's toes brushed across Ash's calves, tickling him like a feather, "I want to feel your body temperature, caress your cheek, and hold you in my arms, instead of just being a phantom and watching you make love with other women."

"How can there be any lingering..."

"Really?"

Facing Weisser's eyes that seemed to see through everything, Ash quickly changed the subject: "I can help others summon gods, but you are a god yourself. I don't know how to help you endure the fifth level of hell."

"It's very simple. Just expand my power. There are differences between gods. Although both are five-winged gods, the power of the Gospel God is much greater than that of the Dream Awakening God. The former can monitor all sounds, while the latter can only 'wake people up from dreams.' Of course, even if you have the Gospel God, you can't trigger the secret poison of the fading dream. Only the Dream Awakening God can. No matter how large the power range is, it can't replace other gods, but generally speaking, the more power the better."

"Although there is a chance that a deity can grow in power on its own, for example due to the development of a school of magic, it still relies more on the cultivation of magicians. For example, the Gospel Deity is definitely not a native deity. It must be a composite power deity that was born after the All-Knowing Weaver cultivated it many times."

She paused and said, "Let me use a metaphor that you may not like - the magician is equivalent to the sense of touch of the gods. The gods rely on magicians to sense more areas and gather more power."

"It's okay," Ash said, "How can I become your touch?"

"I don't know either, but since you're here..." Weisser looked around: "You should read a book."

"read?"

"Well, because I'll be happy when I see you reading with me." Weisser blinked, "If I'm happy, I'll probably gain power."

Although it sounds ridiculous, it is better than the treatment in Vichy. However, Ash looked around and felt a little confused: "I don't know what to read for a while..."

"How about trying this one?"

Weisser handed Ash the pink-covered book, and Ash almost spat out blood when he opened it. This was a simple and in-depth guide to reproductive positions! The role models in it looked a lot like Ash and Weisser!

Although Ash did have a little bit of a liking for this kind of book, he couldn't stand the fact that he was the protagonist! He immediately closed the book and looked at Weisser with a shy and annoyed look: "Why do you read this kind of book?"

"Pre-study."

Weisser shrugged and looked at him with a smile: "There has to be someone to guide you, right? Are you very confident?"

This was the first time that Ash was defeated in such a topic. Sword Lady and Witch couldn't speak, and when Vichy spoke, he just hit him on the head with a flat pan. But he really had no way to deal with Visser.

"If you don't like it, I'll pick another one for you... I think it's over here..."

Weisser walked up to Ash, looked at the bookshelf behind him, and brushed the spines of the books with her soft fingertips, bending down to search for the titles. Even if Ash turned his head to the side, even if there was a layer of clothing between them, he could still breathe in the intoxicating fragrance.

"This one, please."

With a flick of her green fingers, she pulled out a thin booklet from the bookcase. Weisser seemed to feel nothing, and turned around and lay in Ash's arms, saying, "Let's read together?"

When Ash saw the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, he knew that this was definitely not as simple as studying, but this was her territory, and Ash obviously had no room for refusal.

“You may suspect that the stars are torches.

You can suspect that the sun will move.

You can suspect that truth is an illusion.

But my love never changes.

Parting is to reunite.

Love is for eternity.

Please put your arms around my waist until we become one.

Please take off my clothes until there is no more estrangement between us and we can understand each other;

Please kiss my lips until..."

Weisser did not continue reading, because her lips were no longer free. In her domain, her words would become reality, this was the law of the silver lamp.

She bit his lips as a prank, and he bit back, blood blooming on the tip of his tongue, becoming the deepest mark of each other. The taste of rust, lemon and sweet orange spread between his lips, and all the memories were revived in this bitter sweetness.

After a long time, Weisser gasped and her face flushed. It's not like she had never kissed Ash before, but they were never mutually in love. Although forced love is sweet, it feels better to be loved.

"Have you finished reading?" Ash asked softly. The person in his arms was like a pool of water, ready to merge into his body and melt his soul.

Weisser hooked her hands around Ash's neck and pushed up her glasses, which were the only accessories left besides her black and white silk stockings. She tilted her head and smiled faintly:

"No, you still need to read my book..."