Chapter 095: Hypocrite Son of God 13: Realizing the Mistake.
The moment their eyes met, Hemera's heart was filled with huge waves.
His intuition told him that he must not let Jane know that he was secretly helping her, so as the God of Creation, he hid himself and strictly prohibited these races from revealing any information about themselves to Jane.
But He never expected that Jane would summon judgment so soon!
This caught him off guard, and he didn't even have time to hide. At this moment, Jane met Jane's eyes, which made him look horrified.
He didn't understand why his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, but he subconsciously felt that he should reach Jane's side immediately. No matter what he had to do, he had to go there immediately!
So Hemera said nothing, and even the Dragon King didn't have time to figure out the situation. He saw a flash of light before his eyes, and the God of Creation had disappeared.
Although it was only a quick glimpse and Hemera's attention was all on Jane, he still recognized that the place where Jane was was the Touyue Forest, where the Judgment Array was activated.
It took Hemera less than a blink of an eye to cross the continent. He landed right above the magic circle, and the communication magic in front of Jane had not completely disappeared.
He knew Hemera was coming, but he did not turn around or move.
All the races that had activated magic saw the God of Creation coming to be judged. Everyone fell silent. The forest was desolate and silent. Only the light of the magic circle was slowly flowing, reflecting in the eyes of the God of Creation.
A mixture of light and darkness fell.
Seeing Jane standing there quietly, Hemera breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then a strong sense of panic spread over her.
He took a step forward gently and asked tentatively: "Jane...?"
Jian still didn't say anything, but the magic circle had been activated. Magic power continued to overflow from his body and fill the magic circle. The time for the judgment was getting closer and closer.
Hemera's eyes paused on the magic circle, revealing a little anxiety: "Jane, the magic power is full, quickly take it back. If you consume too much at once, you won't be able to bear it."
Jane still didn't move, and the other people shown in the communication magic didn't dare to move at all. Time passed little by little, and the magic power flowing from Jane's body went from dazzling to dim, and it was obvious that it had reached his endurance limit.
Hemera could no longer bear it, and just as he was about to step forward to help Jane recover her magic power, he saw Jane finally take action.
He ignored the overflowing magic power and waved his hand to cut off all connections.
Then he simply turned off the magic circle.
Tuoyue Forest immediately returned to its dead silence and darkness.
Hemera's heart was in his throat. He felt something was wrong. His eyes kept scanning Jane's body. After a few glances, he suddenly realized something.
The surroundings were completely dark, without any source of light... including the natural glimmer of light that Jane should have possessed as an elf.
The light that elves carry is a gift from the God of Creation. Their light never goes out even in the dark. It is a symbol of the elves' identity and power.
Once this light disappears, it means that the elf's power has been exhausted, or even... its life has come to an end.
When Hemera thought of this possibility, his mind seemed to explode, and he instantly appeared in front of Jane, opening his mouth to speak.
...But after seeing Jane's face, all the words were stuck in his throat.
He couldn't describe the expression he saw, or rather, because it was difficult to associate Jane with this expression, he felt a sense of disconnection that he didn't want to believe.
Jane's face was very pale, not the kind of healthy and lustrous paleness, but as if she had been trekking in the snow for a long time, and finally saw a fertile oasis, only to find that it was just an illusion in a dream.
"Jane." Hemera called his name softly. It had been a long time since he stood in front of him and stared at his face. He was a little dazed and subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his cheek.
At this moment, Jane's eyes moved, and her dark eyes stared at Him.
Hemera's outstretched hand froze, and subconsciously he didn't dare to touch him.
"You went to find them, didn't you?" Jane asked.
Hemera hesitated for a moment. He instinctively knew that he shouldn't let Jane know about this, but now that the facts were in front of him, he didn't want to lie to him.
It was because He was not cautious enough and thought that Jane would recuperate for a while after returning to the Temple of Light, so He rashly showed up in front of the Dragon King.
In front of Jane, He always seemed to make wrong judgments.
Hemera decided to be honest: "Yes."
With Jane's intelligence, since the facts have been confirmed, there is no point in continuing to conceal them.
Jane's eyes shook slightly, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing soft ripples.
The initial astonishment had passed, and even after hearing the answer with his own ears, he found that he did not feel any stronger emotion.
Originally, he felt that those races agreed too easily to such things, but his strong determination and persistence, as well as the tight time, left him with no energy to think about so much. The only thing he could do was to move forward towards his goal with determination, without any time to breathe.
Now it seems that it was his subconscious that was protecting him.
Ask yourself, if he really thought about it carefully, would he not be able to guess that Hemera was behind this?
It’s just that he doesn’t want to, and doesn’t dare to think about it.
"So...that's how it is." Jane said softly.
Hemera was already prepared to face Jane's wrath. He knew that Jane was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, had never truly bowed to the gods, and was extremely proud. If he acted on his own, Jane would definitely be angry.
He thought that he must be honest with Jane. He would do anything as long as it would not make Jane angry.
But he didn't expect that Jane not only showed no signs of being angry, but was very calm instead. This made his preparations useless, and he was a little afraid to speak.
"I just... want to help you do what you want to do." His tone was hesitant, mixed with a slight sense of uneasiness, "You... don't be angry."
"Angry?" Jane repeated the word as if she didn't recognize it.
Hemera whispered, "I apologize to you. I shouldn't have been involved in this matter..."
"I don't quite understand what the God of Creation is saying." Jane said, "You are the God of Creation. In this world that you created with your own hands, there is nothing you can't do. Why bother to apologize to an ordinary creature like me? It's just embarrassing for you."
Hemera was a little speechless: "...Jane, don't say such angry words to me."
"This is not an angry remark, but a truth that I finally understood." Jane closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her voice suddenly became hoarse, "I was wishful thinking and actually wanted to rebel against the God of Creation... It's ridiculous, am I worthy? How dare I resist you?"
"Jane..." Hemera panicked, and reached out to hold the elf's hand, "If you are angry, just vent it to me. I know I did something wrong. I shouldn't have interfered in your affairs. I was wrong. You can teach me a lesson, but don't say that..."
Jane took a step back indifferently, avoiding His hand: "Don't touch me."
Hemera calmed down and said, "Jane, I really know I was wrong. You can hit me or scold me, but don't get angry yourself. I feel bad."
Jian felt both amused and annoyed. He moved the corners of his lips, trying to force out a self-deprecating smile, but he found that he had no strength to even make such a weak movement.
"Angry... Maybe I am angry, but I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself." Jane slowly moved her eyes and looked at Hemera's face.
This is the cold and arrogant god, yet not that god. There is only anxiety and panic on His face at this moment, just like an ordinary mortal. There is no trace of god at all.
But Jane could no longer tell. He was too tired. Just seeing this face made him feel suffocated by despair and exhaustion, leaving him with no energy to analyze anything else.
He Mo didn't seem to understand, but he could see that Jian was in a bad mood. He didn't even dare to ask, and just looked at him cautiously.
Jane looked at Him and said, "Hemera, thank you for making me finally understand that people cannot resist fate."
Hemera's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to grab Jane's wrist, but he dodged it again.
"Please, don't touch me. This is my humble prayer to the great God." There was still some intense emotion in Jane's eyes, but it was not sadness, but strong disgust.
He used the strongest hatred and made the most humble requests, causing Hemera to look painful and gently call out his name.
"simple……"
He had never prayed to God before, and the first time he prayed to Him, he asked Him not to touch him. This made him painful and made him want to destroy it, but because the person standing in front of him was Jane, he deeply suppressed the brutal desire that grew from wanting to vent his pain.
Jian stared at Him steadily, and suddenly his eyes darkened and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Hemera was stunned. The brutal aura that had just risen from his body suddenly disappeared, and his face revealed anxious worry.
But Jian was not worried about his own physical condition. After he spat out the blood, it was as if something had been activated. His expression suddenly became listless, and even his body began to shake.
However, no matter how weak he was, he firmly refused Hemera's approach, which made Hemera's golden eyes full of emotions, but she was reluctant to say a harsh word, and just said anxiously: "Jane, let me see you!"
"Don't worry about it." Jane rubbed her lips with her fingers, feeling the life rapidly draining from her body, and finally managed to raise the corners of her lips and reveal a self-deprecating smile.
"I have been rebelling against fate since I was born. My mother told me that elves are a race abandoned by the gods, and that she and I should not exist in this world. I didn't believe it, so I survived. Even if I had to use forbidden techniques to fight against the rules of this world, I had to survive."
"I am 487 years old this year. My mother brought me into this world 487 years ago. In these 400 years, I have lived in pain and fear every day. But I don't believe in fate. God wants me to die, but I don't want to die. As long as I am alive, the elves will not be completely extinct. I think as long as I am cautious and careful enough, I can resist fate."
Hemera listened in silence. Four hundred years was not even the elves' adolescence, and their strength and physique had not yet reached their peak. Yet at this time, his elves had already begun to wander.
Both He and the Dark God had investigated Jane's past. He was only ten years old when his mother died.
He didn't dare to think about how much suffering such a small elf would have to endure while fighting against the malice of the whole world to barely survive.
Now that he heard Jane talk about his past with his own ears, he still couldn't suppress the shock and heartache that welled up in his heart.
At the same time, another subtle emotion was infused into Hemera's heart.
Jane had never revealed her true thoughts and feelings to him. Although the timing was wrong, it was indeed the first time he heard Jane's true feelings.
This made him feel extremely soft in his heart, and the feeling of heartache became even stronger.
"You did survive, Jane. I saw your efforts." Hemera said hoarsely, "Your efforts are rewarded. You can do whatever you want. No one will stand in your way."
He said it sincerely, but when Jane heard it, she burst out laughing as if she had heard a huge joke.
His smile was always gentle and holy, but now it was filled with strong irony, making him appear unusually gorgeous and almost brokenly fragile, like a rose with sharp thorns, which made people bleed the more they desired it.
"I am too arrogant. My so-called efforts are not worth mentioning in the eyes of you gods." A drop of crystal fell from those beautiful black eyes. "This world is created by you. Life and death are all in your hands. Who can resist you? The charity you gave me made me see through my own stupidity and pity..."
His heart was in turmoil and he spat out another mouthful of blood. Hemera could no longer bear to listen to it. His eyes suddenly turned red. Regardless of Jian's weak refusal, he directly hugged him in his arms, and a gentle divine power penetrated into his body.
After a moment, he showed an expression of disbelief, looked at Jane's pale face in shock and pain, and opened his mouth but could not say anything.
How could this happen... I had clearly rescued him before, how could he become like this...
Jian really didn't have the strength to push Him away. Blood kept gushing out of his mouth and his eyes were dull.
The goals and obsessions that had kept him alive all this time disappeared, and he suddenly couldn't find any reason to force himself to go on.
The mother was right, he should not have come into this world. Giving birth to him against God's will would only cause him pain and punishment.
This must be his punishment.
After five hundred years of hard work, they were defeated by the creator god who appeared overnight.
Jane swallowed the silent smile in her throat, and the light in her black eyes completely disappeared.
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The author has something to say:
Thank you for your concern, babies~
Stomachache is an old problem. I’m taking medicine now, so I’m fine. I’m also applying to go to the hospital (because the hospital was closed due to a positive test). Wait until I’m fully recovered!
What I mainly want to express about this world is a sense of inexorable destiny, which applies to both God and humans.
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