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On the eve of the audience, emptiness.
The brilliant starlight shone with an orderly rhythm, and the orderly Milky Way was extremely beautiful. Amidst the endless starlight, two voices came from the depths of the void.
"I'm not at ease."
"I'm worried too."
The negotiations reached a stalemate, the atmosphere was tense, and neither side was willing to give in, gradually escalating into a standoff.
After a long while, countless white bones fell in torrents, transforming into enormous skulls beside the two gods. Eerie green flames roared from the skulls' eye sockets as they looked at the two before them and hummed as they spoke:
"At this point, what's the point of arguing?"
The Radiant Balance Scales—yes, the opposing side is a balance scale with a radiant framework, representing the embodiment of the [Convention], [Justice (Order)].
The scales were still balanced at this moment. He shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"My goal is a new order for the universe. I know I will die, and I know that the [Primordial] is not the source of order, but I must not die before Him!"
He is adept at deceiving the world; I cannot leave the universe to Him, for no one can guarantee that He will not drag the universe into the abyss of nothingness…
Only fraud could infuriate fairness (order) to this extent.
Those eyes, now only spirals in shape, held a mocking look as they sneered at the Flowing Light Balance:
"laugh--
You old fogey, I think you're too old to see the current situation clearly.
Do you think that if you disagree, this world will not belong to me?
My followers have begun to amass voting power. You might as well think about it: who in this world can stop the predetermined course of events?
Big brother? A foul mouth? Or... are you blind?
"......"
The statement about fraud is true. If things continue at the current pace, fairness (order) will only be able to watch as voting power is increasingly concentrated in the predetermined pool.
It's not that He disapproves of the Fear faction; on the contrary, He greatly admires them. When He glimpsed them in the sea of desire, He knew that the existence of all living beings and the order of all civilizations were meaningless in the eyes of the Primordial One. He would eventually destroy this world; it was only a matter of time.
He also wanted to break free from this false order, yet He believed in fear, but dared not believe in deception.
Admittedly, the Fearful Ones' plan may work, but as long as Deception exists, as the helmsman of this plan, He can change it at any time and derail the world from its predetermined course.
[Fairness (order)] dared not gamble, so He rejected [deception]'s offer.
But now it seems that [Death] actually agreed first.
He who holds the name of the god of death, would he willingly die so anonymously?
The giant skull, sensing the confusion in the Scales of Light, spoke again:
"Death is never a spectacular event; embracing death is the final, inevitable end."
As for the outcome, how it unfolds, that is a consolation for others, not my own will.
But even gods have emotions.
I also wish to bid farewell to my believers. But whoever is saying goodbye, I hope that this will bring them comfort.
He will understand, because he is my believer, the one who will succeed me, the one who bears the name of God.
[Justice (Order)]—If we consider the entire world, who cares most about whether this plan can be implemented...?
I don't think so, it's you.
It must be fraud.
He has propelled the times forward, and he will certainly not let his plans fall through!
No one knows how much He paid for this, or how much He endured for it...
Won't I ruin my plans?
[Fraud] glanced at [Death], smiled, and said nothing.
Perhaps it was the persuasion of [Death] that worked, or perhaps it saw the situation clearly and realized that it had no choice, [Justice (Order)] struggled for a long time, and finally sighed and nodded.
The moment He nodded, the scales of light tipped almost imperceptibly.
"I will hand over the world to what is destined, but it can only be what is destined."
I'm tired. For the sake of the world, I've endured until now. I should have been free long ago, I should have died in that cold sea of desire.
At that time, I wanted the war to end with me, but He said:
The universe cannot afford to lose its order. You cannot die, but you also cannot allow the universe to get any closer to this place...
So I put on a show with Him, making all the gods in the world retreat from the sea of desire.
Since returning from the sea of desire, He has set His sights on that merciless Creator. Knowing He was destined to die, He only wanted to vent His anger on the “Primordial One” that had given Him God’s name and authority, but also corrupted Him!
He commanded me to endure, yet He Himself was freed first... We have waited so long for this day; let it end soon, for everything will be over.
"It will end, everything will end, and you and I will be free."
[Deception] His eyes flickered as he looked into the endless void.
The negotiations finally came to a conclusion, and from that day on, the transfer plan under the Convention quietly began.
Then, at the audience, [deception] comes to a showdown with the Joker, and he makes a dramatic exit in front of the Joker.
Yes, a god did indeed fall at that moment, but shrouded in deception, the fallen were not the deceitful ones, but rather...
【die】.
As He said, Death embraced Death silently.
No, it wasn't entirely silent. At least in the end, for the sake of the universe, He played the role of "Destiny," using a death that couldn't be defined as death to obtain the last wisp of "Primordial" power for this world.
And [deception] transforms into [death], guarding the final post for the universe, for the established order, and for the future of this world!
He wants to watch the plans of the Fears take shape in the hands of the established powers, and He wants to ensure that the arrangements and schemes of this era will not have any unexpected events at the most critical moment!
He knew he was finally free when the new "covenant" was finalized.
So He left the throne of Death to the followers of Death, and before leaving, He said those words to the clown:
"Once the screenwriter finishes writing the script, how to act it is the Joker's business."
He would cheer for the clown no matter what.
But the prerequisite is that the clown doesn't cry.
"......"
Cheng Shi paused, his head bowed, his expression unreadable. He waved his hand, reclaimed the power of [Deception], and took out a strand, holding it in his hand as if it were a pen that could write the universe.
"My lord, did He say this, or did you say it?"
[Fraud] They remained silent and did not respond.
A torrent of white bones surged into the sky, finally releasing the despair that had burdened an era. It found a future for the world and foresaw what that future would look like.
He was not satisfied, but...
This is the limit of what He can do.
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