Quadruple split.

Chapter 2920 Daydream
Close your eyes.

The God of Whispers whispered, his voice gentle, "Then tell yourself that God is with you."

The Evil Eye King nodded slightly, but did not close his eyes. He simply stared calmly at the hazy, indistinct presence in the reflection.

Don't worry, as I just said, this is a transaction, not charity. You've never been my follower—not in the past, not now, and not in the future… Unless you willingly become my follower, you never will be.

Seeing through the other party's concerns, the evil god chuckled and said sincerely, "Don't underestimate the resilience of your own soul, Fedor. I may be able to easily take your life, but it will be difficult to control your will. So please have some confidence in yourself and help create a more suitable environment for conversation, okay?"

“You can do it yourself.”

The Evil Eye King continued to stare at the other party and said calmly, "Since you are the omnipotent evil god in the eyes of countless people, then you should carry out this definition to the end."

The evil god laughed again, his tone light and cheerful: "Unfortunately, there's never been such a thing as 'omnipotence' in this world. Even the principle of 'survival of the fittest' has been diluted to a regrettable degree. But luckily, I happen to be a god who enjoys taking shortcuts. Alright, alright… Fedo, I know you'll agree. Continuing to waste time won't benefit either of us, will it?"

"Alright, then, as you wish."

The Evil Eye King shrugged, then closed his eyes and said calmly, "God is right beside me."

Then he opened his eyes.

"Clam?"

With shoulder-length, jet-black hair, piercing eyes, and clad in heavy gold and white plate armor, adorned with a massive crown and a short-handled warhammer on each shoulder guard, and a scale emblem branded in the center of his breastplate, the man, who appeared to be under thirty, stared blankly at the Evil Eye King: "...Huh?"

Evil Eye King: "...?"

[Make a mistake, close your eyes.]

The God of Whispers' helpless voice rang out from nearby, and after the bewildered man disappeared, it said with a slightly subtle tone: "So, the saying 'the less intelligent a person is, the faster they react' is actually true? How come that thing's response speed is faster than mine, which is perfectly timed?"

Evil Eye King: "Excuse me, but did I just see something...?"

[A complete idiot with a terrible personality, but an unusually simple mind.]

The God of Whispers let out a short sigh and said weakly, "In short, please do it again, Feld."

"I see."

Perhaps because he was reminded of certain beings, the Evil Eye King did not hesitate this time. After a brief pause, he closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and said in the Universal Language with perfect clarity and rhythm: "God is right beside me."

The next instant, before the Evil Eye King could even open his eyes, a very 'awkward' aura appeared in front of him. Because this aura was extremely similar to the 'rotten flesh' that he had thrown into the collection room, the Evil Eye King immediately realized that he must have called the right name this time.

Then he opened his eyes again—

"Hello."

As a clear and melodious voice rang out before the Evil Eye King, a beautiful elven woman with long, flowing hair, wearing an elaborate and solemn papal robe that perfectly concealed her figure, came into his view. She said in a cheerful tone, "I am the Goddess of Whispers."

"Are you... the God of Whispers?"

The Evil Eye King nodded slightly, then after examining the other party's attire, asked, "Is this the papal robe of the Dream Kingdom?"

"Yes, after all, the current Goddess of Whispers is none other than the Dream Pope Moonshadow Twilight Song herself, even though she herself doesn't know it."

The God of Whispers made a playful face and said leisurely, "In short, sitting in front of you is Moonshadow Twilight Song, the projection of the current Pope of Dreams."

The Evil Eye King smiled slightly and asked, "Then, who is the person speaking to me through this projection? And who was that man who seemed so intimidating just now?"

"You have too many questions, too much trouble, so I will only answer one."

The God of Whispers twitched his ears and answered before the Evil Eye King could choose a question: "That man just now, like me right now, was also a 'projection,' only a projection of another god. As for why he disappeared, simply put, he was banished. It's that simple."

The Evil Eye King shook his head and said softly, "I want to ask a different question."

"That's such a shame."

The God of Whispers chuckled dismissively, a sly smile playing on his lips: "You'd better answer faster next time. After all, I've already decided to make a frank deal with you. In this situation, I can't just go without any tricks, can I?"

“I don’t think ‘open and honest dealing’ is compatible with what you call ‘playing tricks’.”

The Evil Eye King casually remarked, then quickly moved on from this topic that any normal person would care about, and went straight to the point: "So, what can you give me? What do you want in return?"

“I can give you a ‘whisper,’ a whisper that is unique and can have a real impact even on someone like you.”

The God of Whispers was equally straightforward, giving a very simple and direct answer: "As for what I want, I will naturally receive it after I send you that whisper."

The Evil Eye King's gaze narrowed slightly as he asked, "You mean that once I accept that gift, I will willingly submit to, pledge allegiance to, or believe in you?"

"of course not."

The God of Whispers shook his head, saying with a somewhat helpless expression, "While I admit that so-called submission, loyalty, or faith are useful in many situations and very suitable for achieving goals, unfortunately, this kind of simple relationship is not suitable for you and me."

"..."

After a moment of silence, the Evil Eye King's lips curled into a cold smile: "So that's how it is. It seems I'm quite lucky, that my ambitions have inadvertently intersected with your desires as a god at some point."

"I like talking to smart people, Fedor."

The God of Whispers gave the other person a thumbs up and smiled, saying, "Then, if you don't mind, you won't have that absurd weakness for a long time to come."

Having said that, the Whispering God, who resembled Moonshadow and Twilight Song, gracefully stood up, brought his face close to the Evil Eye King's ear, and whispered, "I hope you like this gift."

A dark green shadow flashed across his eyes, and the Evil Eye King slowly stood up, asking the god with a mocking smile, "When will I die?"

“When you deserve to die, dear Fedor.”

The God of Whispers spread his hands and said with a smile, "It's a real pity. Even if I were to come here in person, I would not provoke the rules just to erase your fate, let alone just a projection in front of you."

The Evil Eye King laughed and asked, "I'm curious, what exactly is this 'true self' you're referring to—Your Majesty Moonshadow, or something else?"

"It's clear that you have a rather strong sense of curiosity."

The other party did not answer, but simply walked slowly past the Evil Eye King, shaking his finger as he said indifferently, "But it doesn't matter to you at this moment."

"At this very moment...?"

The Evil Eye King was uncharacteristically stunned for a moment, but when he came to his senses again, the being who called himself the Whispering God had already vanished without a trace. The Evil Eye King then turned to look at the medicine pot that had previously reflected the other party's figure, but he couldn't find any trace on it that could prove that a god had visited.

It was as if the Evil Eye King was talking to himself the entire time inside the inner sanctum.

It's as if that self-proclaimed god was merely a fleeting visitor in a dream.

Fyodor, who seemed unable to get a good night's sleep due to the torment of illness, had a rare daydream.

……

A moment later
Evil Eye Royal Court, Main Hall

"Your Majesty."

Upon seeing the Evil Eye King emerge, Yermah, who had been on high alert the entire time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then rushed to the former and extended his right arm to help him up, but his eyes widened in shock the moment he touched him.

"I feel pretty good today, and I can walk around on my own."

The Evil Eye King smiled faintly, then gently but firmly pushed away Yermah's arm, walked slowly to the throne at the end of the main hall, put his hands behind his back and looked at the two rows of people kneeling on one knee in front of him, with a slight upturn of his lips.

The moment the Evil Eye King stood still, more than a dozen lizardmen lowered their heads at the same time and said in unison with undisguised fervor, "Your Majesty."

"Stand up."

The Evil Eye King nodded slightly and said softly, "Let me see your faces."

"Yes, Your Majesty—"

So everyone stood straight like javelins, looking up at their supreme ruler, and those who were swept by those gray eyes would subconsciously hold their breath, almost plunging their taut tails into the ground.

"Tamar."

Finally, the Evil Eye King's gaze fell on a tall lizardman wearing a wide cloak with white and black trim, and he said softly, "It's been a long time. My stuttering friend, who has the worst talent but is the most hardworking, diligent, and passionate. You protect my people and territory, always shouldering the most tedious and boring work, yet year after year, you have never slacked off."

The White Lizard Hunter leader, Tamar Ben, trembled with excitement, clutching his chest tightly with his right hand, and stammered, "To serve the King... is... Tamar's... honor!"

"20,000 white lizards hunted."

The Evil Eye King nodded slightly and said in a calm tone, "Tonight, head south and build a temporary defensive line on the border."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Tamar nodded vigorously, his body trembling like a leaf in his intense excitement.

"Il".

The Evil Eye King then looked at another White-Scaled Lizardman who was not wearing armor and was calmer than the others, and laughed: "My most cunning friend, the best artist in the entire Headless Cliff, I need you to take people to Gospel Mountain City, to the gates of the Holy Church Union, to denounce this regrettable mistake, and let that so-called civilized world hear our voices."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Il-Pid, the intelligence chief of Broken Cliff, who had fled here in his youth under an assumed name and devoted himself to academic and musical studies in the Griffin Dynasty, even briefly leading a pop wave in the Southwest Continent, lowered his head and said softly, "Besides Gospel Mountain City, this absurd farce caused by the Holy Church Alliance will escalate in various places. Those mouthpieces that have already forged too deep a bond of interests with us will serve us wholeheartedly to the best of their ability."

"very good."

The Evil Eye King smiled approvingly, then added casually, "By the way, pull out all the spies that have been infiltrating and being discovered by you over the years."

"Yes!"

Il nodded emphatically, then narrowed his vertical pupils somewhat uneasily and said softly, "But Your Majesty, according to the information I have, at least three spies have infiltrated the Black Lizard Hunt, but..."

The Evil Eye King slightly raised his hand to interrupt the other party and casually asked, "Say it again, how many nails?"

"..."

Il's pupils suddenly contracted, and then he knelt on one knee with a thud, trembling as if possessed by Tamar, and said, "Two...two, Your Majesty."

"Two kings? That's quite a novel experience. Where did you see this?"

“No… Your Majesty… I mean, there are two nails.”

"I see. You mean, two spies were mixed in with my black lizard hunt, right? Two, not three?"

"Yes, yes... Your Majesty."

Il clutched his own neck tightly, like a stranded fish, and said with difficulty, "I...I remembered it wrong, Your Majesty."

“Over the years, you’ve devoted too much of your energy to your covert struggle with Netanyahu, Il.”

The Evil Eye King sighed and said in a low voice, "But you seem to have forgotten that you are talking to me. In other words, you are trying to use me to clear away the nails while also causing some trouble for Netani, such as killing a Black Lizard Hunter who is absolutely loyal to him and can also cause you a lot of trouble."

Il raised his head, his eyes wide with terror, and cried out in a panic, "Your Majesty! I..."

"Yerma".

The Evil Eye King called out softly.

puff--

The next instant, a cold, long blade pierced through the despairing Il-Pid from behind, cleanly and decisively killing the intelligence chief who had instilled fear in countless warriors of Headless Cliff.

"It's really a pity."

The Evil Eye King slowly sat down, admiring Il's body as he casually asked, "Who remembers the instructions I just gave Il?"

"I."

At that moment, a small, thin lizardman stepped out from the back and knelt before the Evil Eye King: "I remember, Your Majesty."

Can you do it well?

“I can, Your Majesty.”

Chapter 2911: The End