Having obtained divine authority, and with Mount Tartarus having devoured it beyond recognition, coupled with the disappearance of the girl they cared about most, the gods saw no need to stay on the mountain any longer. After only one exchange, they left the mountain together.
The seven of them were the ones who obtained the divine positions. Even if they didn't like each other or weren't familiar with each other, they still needed to get to know each other to some extent, otherwise many things would be inconvenient in the future.
The other six all accept this as a default.
In fact, Gracius wanted to leave, but thinking about Maggie, he chose to attend the meeting instead.
There are some things he wants to know.
Only Oris took one last deep look at the sacred mountain that had turned into nothingness before leaving. After they left, this place would close and eventually disappear completely. This place was simply a battlefield created for the struggle for godhood, and even without Tartarus, it would not have existed for long.
But the power he vaguely sensed bothered him, yet he couldn't quite grasp it, as it was beyond his capabilities.
Even divine power cannot accomplish this, so he is powerless to help.
As for why he wanted to find the source of the power, it was of course because of Maggie's last action. Maggie tried her best to save the humanoid, but failed, and he was a little concerned about it.
In the end, Oris had no choice but to abandon the idea and depart with the gods.
After finding a random spot and the gods landing, Haransel couldn't wait to speak.
“You’ve all been helped by Maggie, haven’t you?”
He had just guessed this possibility, and now he needs to verify it.
A moment of silence fell over the air. The other six gods all raised their eyes, and although they did not speak, the meaning behind their words was self-evident.
"Just as I thought..."
Harlanser couldn't quite describe his feelings. He muttered to himself, his mood slightly downcast. He didn't know if it was because he wasn't the most special one in her eyes, or for some other reason.
"She said I would definitely become a god."
Oris didn't think there was anything wrong with saying this. After he finished speaking, he glanced at the other gods and saw similar reactions from them. It was clear that the girl had probably said the same thing to these gods as well.
"She comes from the future."
Rosette remained silent for a long time, seemingly considering whether he should speak. However, he didn't have much information at his disposal, and considering that these guys might also have useful information, he shared what he had tentatively gleaned.
"!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the entire room froze.
Even Grecius and Arunta, who had been expressionless and showed little emotion, only responding when someone spoke, raised their heads and stared straight at him.
"No wonder....."
Raphia looked thoughtful, and then he said, "Where does that strange, unsettling feeling about Maggie come from?"
He and his brother had spent a long time with Maggie in the illusion and could clearly sense that she did not belong to any past era and had a very 'advanced' aura. Now, hearing this, he finally understood a little.
Weaver listened to his brother's self-talk, tilted his head, and looked on with a head full of questions.
"Isn't she from this era?"
He was shocked.
"Yes, she knows a lot. She was the one who ended the Scourge of the Dead."
Nofel took a deep breath and recounted the story of the 'Lich's Box', and silence fell once again.
Clearly, every piece of information was beyond the imagination of the gods.
"Is that why she was able to find me on my turf?"
Arunta was the only female god present, and the other gods stood furthest away from her. When they heard her words, the gods didn't react much.
"Her soul is her true self. If I want to find her... no, I will definitely find her."
Harlanser didn't think much of it; he only heard Maggie's key point about coming from the future. As he spoke, his eyes lit up, as if he were anticipating something.
Perhaps they are looking forward to a future encounter.
The other gods also fell into thought, clearly sharing similar ideas with Haranther.
At the same time, after the gods departed, in the void of the soon-to-close sacred mountain, a pure white point of light floated out from nowhere and was caught by a humanoid high-level elemental spirit wearing a black cloak.
A high-ranking humanoid elemental spirit, roughly the size of a human, with dark gray skin, wearing a cloak, and holding a pure white book in one hand, seemingly with something written on it, resembling the Grim Reaper from a fairy tale.
However, he was much more handsome than the Grim Reaper, and his face looked much younger.
But at this moment, he was filled with rage, and he didn't look very handsome.
"What happened?! Who?! Who turned you into this?!"
"I shouldn't have believed your nonsense. This is the consequence of you going out on your own!"
Unfortunately, no matter how frantic he became, no one could answer his question.
After a while, before the sacred mountain closed, he left with the little light, heading straight for the Elemental Source Realm, still faintly carrying anger.
...
Late at night, the saint's room was quiet, and Maggie lay peacefully in bed.
But the next second, a look of pain suddenly appeared on her previously calm face, almost contorting her features.
In just a few seconds, her eyes suddenly opened, and she struggled to roll to the side of the bed, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the snow-white velvet carpet. The bright red blood reflected in the moonlight looked like a notice from the devil before he laid down his curse.
Cold sweat trickled down her chin, accompanied by traces of blood at the corner of her mouth. The only sound in the quiet air was Maggie's rapid breathing.
"..."
The pain was so intense, it felt like she had been run over and rebuilt by a steamroller. Maggie considered herself to be someone who could withstand pain very well, even enduring vampire curses without batting an eye, but she couldn't bear this kind of torment.
Without warning, she had just taken a nap, and the feeling of being subjected to a thousand kinds of torture spread throughout her body.
It was so bizarre it defied description.
As dawn approached, the indescribable pain slowly subsided from Maggie's body.
She managed to get out of bed.
"Dreams...what exactly is in my dreams...?"
Even if Maggie were an idiot, she would be 100% certain this time that something very important happened to her while she was asleep, something she didn't know about.
The darkness couldn't answer Maggie's question. Maggie sat in front of her dressing table, looking at her pale face. She thought for a long, long time, but there was no sign of her remembering anything. In the end, she could only bitterly twitch the corners of her mouth.
She closed her eyes, looking slightly tired, her feelings indescribable.
She is still not strong enough to control everything. Some things are unpredictable, and she has no way to solve them.
As Maggie was thinking this, she suddenly realized that something seemed to have changed in her body again.
For example, she can now sense the presence of that mutated gray bead that she couldn't originally detect.
It also transformed into a hexagonal shape, exuding an indescribable aura.
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