Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 709 The Temple of Creation (Part 1)

"Look, its top left is a pure white spire, while the right is a spire inlaid with gold and jewels. This is evidence that the Creator's 'Supreme Incarnation' briefly stayed in the Western Continent. The Putoa and Genie people worship the 'Incarnation of the Lord' who upholds simplicity and purity, while the Crusaders worship the 'Incarnation of the True Lord' who reveres supreme magnificence." The "unknown monster" occupying Hoshino Shota's body continued to explain:

"The central region is the style of the Flame Empire that you yearn for so much. The pure red symbolizes that the Great Flame was built on fire and blood, and the dragon pattern that surrounds it is a testament to the heavy marks of time. However, the waist of the palace, like the Flame Empire, is too ancient. Even after using the power of creation to 'paint' it many times, the paint still cannot be prevented from peeling off."

"So, what are the styles of Putoa and Eventlay?" Following Hoshino Shota's introduction, Wright looked curiously at the palace that seemed to belong to the creator, shrouded in a strange and bright light, and asked.

“Right beneath the chaos…” Hoshino Shota raised his right arm, which was constantly flowing with blood and wisps of pure green life energy, pointing to the top of the building, a blend of Crusader and Putoa styles, and then slowly pointing downwards to the blurry, chaotic part that contained the “aurora,” explaining:

"This palace, which belongs to the Creator, is not simply a collection of parts. Instead, it contains many 'chaotic' elements that are easily overlooked. These elements are the transition between two cultural architectural styles, just like two countries or two cultures. They inherently contain 'chaotic' parts that are difficult to see, understand, or even access."

"The ancestor of the Flame Empire, 'Flame Lord,' fused with a dragon, giving birth to the Great Flame Royal Family, which has been passed down for thousands of years. Therefore, the palace walls are mainly crimson, but are carved with indelible dragon patterns. Below them is the azure blue that symbolizes the 'Eventlay Region,' and a base carved from ice crystals."

“The blue of Eventlay? A base carved from ice crystals? I see neither.” Wright peered down curiously, but apart from the ground thickly covered with nauseating moss and dark yellow mud, there was no trace of any foundation, nor any Eventlay-style architecture, whether “chaotic” or clearly defined.

“Look, it’s right there. Whether you can see it or not, it has truly become part of this Palace of the Creator. The ‘Ice Crystal Lotus’ of Eventlay, the ‘Deep Sea Source Fish’ in the underground river beneath Ice City, the statue of the Great Queen Lelita I, and even the murals carved for the ‘Ice Star Blossom’ event, all lie there clearly and peacefully.”

“I saw nothing, not even the chaotic region between the Flame Empire and the Eventlay Empire. If I can see it, then it truly exists; if I cannot see it, then it exists in any possible form within the chaotic realm, ever-changing. Just like now!” Wright said, his voice suddenly rising several octaves.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly pulled out the "Mad Bear" brand pistol that had been hanging on his waist for a long time, dodged and spun around a few times, and with the support of the red magic power, he moved behind "Hoshino Shota" with the fastest steps, wrapped one arm around his chest, restrained his two relatively thin arms, and held the "Mad Bear" brand pistol against his already damaged semi-mechanical heart with the other hand.

“I don’t detect any trace of Hoshino Shota in you. Your words, your actions, even the knowledge you possess are beyond Hoshino Shota’s reach. Your understanding of the Creator’s Palace surpasses that of any existing professor of mysticism in Crusad and the Zhne Empire, and given your mention of Actuos…” Wright paused for a few seconds, a fleeting memory of the extraordinary dream he had in Chekavsk, the Zhne Empire, flashing through his mind, further solidifying his judgment:
"He, this name, should not be heard by any human being. It is the name of a hidden deity. Even I, chosen by the Creator and destiny, was in a daze for several days after that dream. The Creator's 'Principle' stipulates in detail that the names related to the Supreme Creator belong to the gods, demigods, and the will of Heaven. If mortals peek at them, they will fall into darkness; if they listen to them, they will fall into emptiness; if they recite them, they will fall into muteness; if any of their five senses come into contact with them, they will be eternally insane and fall into the abyss of soul and destiny."

"So, the fact that you can so calmly utter the name 'Actuosia' here suggests that you are well aware that it must be one of the Creator's 'supreme incarnations,' and the Creator's 'sole vessel' on Earth in the first three eras. And you, if I'm not mistaken, should be the 'Lord of the Night.' For so many years, since the fall of the previous transmigrator, the death of Light Hein, and the imprisonment of Adaloni, you have never found a suitable vessel. You can only wander this already dark continent in the form of absolute dark energy, searching for an opportunity to once again influence the world."

"As expected of the [Order] chosen by the Creator, Light Socrates? No, I should call you... uh, that name, the name that only the Creator and His servants can 'utter'." The "Lord of the Night," who was controlling Hoshino Shota's body, turned around and responded in a remarkably clear voice with a youthful quality. This voice did not contain any of the ethereal tones that gods usually use, nor did it have any unsettling or maddening echoes, or even the deep, soul-crushing voice of the deep sea. Instead, it was simply a voice that combined the innocence and soaring high of a boy.

Then, the "Lord of the Night" gazed ahead, using his will to urge the dense dark magic power stored deep within his soul and spirit, forcibly "pulling" it out from the distant Void God Realm and pouring it all into Hoshino Shota's body, that of a lost soul:

"Ah! Hmm, hahaha, this is the feeling of power. When I signed the contract with this kid, I was worried that his delicate body wouldn't be able to withstand my dark power. I didn't expect that the Crusaders and the Khitanris were not lying to me. The 'Ivanov virus' really can create miracles in Nabsk."

“It really is you, the evil Lord of the Night. If it weren’t for your power spreading throughout the world, the ‘order’ that countries were finally trying to restore wouldn’t have collapsed so quickly and ended up like this.” Wright said, pointing his “Mad Bear” pistol at the back of the Lord of the Night’s head.

Although more than thirty years have passed since I transmigrated to this world, the habits and beliefs etched into the soul of the original owner of this body will not be erased by the new soul.

Light Socrates worships the "Goddess of Light" and despises the "Lord of the Night." Therefore, Hybo, summoned by the "Song of the Machine," naturally would not have any goodwill towards the "Lord of the Night."

Moreover, the flame and light power represented by the red magic source power that was almost completely integrated with his body was completely hostile to the dark magic source power for the vast majority of the time!
However, the Lord of the Night was not angered by Wright's rebuke. Perhaps it was disdain, or perhaps it was fear; in any case, he simply turned slowly around, revealing his newly formed body covered by the sudden appearance of dark armor, exposing his eyes with pure black "whites" and "dark purple" pupils. He stared intently at Wright and, in a voice that belonged neither to Hoshino Shota nor to the Lord of the Night, replied:
"Darkness and light are always in balance. There is no distinction between justice and evil, right and wrong, or construction and destruction. In the Creator's design, the first era may belong to darkness, and the second era to light."

"Since the five warriors of mankind and the five ancient empires they established forcibly transformed the Third Era, which should have belonged to the steam age of darkness, violence, sin and destruction, into the 'light' era of technological expansion, then the Fourth Era has indisputably become the 'wasteland era' dominated by darkness."

"So, Hoshino Shota is indeed dead, right? And what is your purpose here?" Seeing that he was originally in the wrong, and that the Lord of the Night's explanation was not logically flawed, and that some of his theories even coincided with his own thoughts, Wright simply stopped arguing with the Lord of the Night and instead steered the conversation to a more realistic level.

He slowly lowered the heavy "Mad Bear" pistol, pointing its muzzle at the ground, and then stared with even more fearless eyes into the Lord of the Night's abyss-like eyes, awaiting his response.

“According to the Nabria Contract, only when Hoshino Shota’s physical body dies, his soul is completely separated and sent to the underworld, will I have the right to dispose of this body and be able to come to this familiar continent with a relatively true identity.” The Lord of the Night’s fingertips trembled slightly, and a “paper” made of purple lines with part of the contract written on it floated in front of Wright.

“I have tried to circumvent the contract and force my way into this world… but that would have incurred the Creator’s punishment. It is a punishment brought down by fate, which even the highest deity below the Creator cannot escape.”