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Chapter 353 There is a poor guy in front
Looking at Moon's words, Profitus chose to believe it after a moment's hesitation.

After all, if not, it would be a bit too scary.

And He didn't think the person He remembered would do that.

At least He didn't think so.

"You are going too far, Trajan."

His tone had calmed down, and he seemed to want to regain some ground.

But he is no longer as arrogant as before.

Moen, who was still sitting on the sofa, smiled and said:

"We are partners, and we have an equal relationship. I just want to emphasize this to you. If you feel you can't accept this, or still want to get more, then please leave."

In this regard, Profitus asked curiously:
"You are just a mortal now, and your goddess is far away in another world. How can you be so confident?"

That's why I just scared you.
Moon couldn't help but think about this answer in his mind.

Obviously, this couldn't really be said, so Moon's answer was just calm:

"You can try, God Profitus."

After the two sides stared at each other for a moment, the contest that had originally disappeared after the word "my brother" was completely over.

"You surprise me more and more, Trajan. And I kind of understand why it was you."

After saying this, He sat back down.

Then he asked Moon:

"You seem to know a lot of secrets that you shouldn't know, so do you need me to elaborate?"

Theoretically, Moon also knows what the other party knows.

But Moon was not sure about this. After all, after experiencing so much, Moon could no longer be sure whether his memory was really flawless.

Especially since Morn had made it clear that he had lost a piece of his memory.

So Moen just said:
"I think that even if a later person knows more, it may not be as clear as the parties involved. Since you want to cooperate, please elaborate on what happened specifically and what kind of cooperation you are seeking!"

Profitus nodded and said:
"You know 'Him', right? The true eldest son, our elder brother, the true supreme being whom we ourselves have hidden in the secret corner of history."

"I only know a little bit, really just a little bit!"

Moon lied with his eyes open very openly.

He even raised his hand and pinched his fingertips to gesture.

As for whether Profitus believed it or not, no one knew. He just glanced at Moon and said:

"If it's really just a little bit, then it's surprising that you're so calm."

The fact that the eldest sons had another eldest son before them is something that many ancient gods do not know.

But He did not go into details and continued:

"In short, above our heads, in addition to our creator, there is another elder brother who commands us."

“Or in most cases, it is He who leads us.”

Thinking of his brother, Profitus was a little at a loss for where to start.

He had too many memories of Him that he wanted to tell others. He didn't even know until now whether they were right or wrong.

"Originally, our mother, even we could hardly see her. Only He could see His mother at any time. Unsurprisingly, He was the most favored child by His mother."

"I even remember one of my brothers who tried his best to give his mother all kinds of exquisite gifts in order to see her. He tried to win her favor so that he could see me again."

"But my mother never paid any attention to him. She hardly even looked at him since she created him."

Having said that, he couldn't help but lower his head.

"It's the same for us. We can hardly see our mother, and we can't find her. Unless..."

He raised his head and looked at Moen.

"Unless he is by his side, he is the only child loved by his mother, and he is the only one who can see his mother at any time. He doesn't even have to go looking for his mother, but he just opens his mouth and his mother will appear by his side!"

"But we can't! No matter what we do, we can't see our mother. Even if we create race after race and cultivate civilization after civilization like our mother did, the results will be the same!"

As he spoke of this, he suddenly became emotional.

The emotions that had been silent for four epochs, when they finally had an audience, exploded to a level that even he himself could not understand.

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"We guided everything according to our mother's expectations, making one region after another prosperous. Some of our brothers even created a beautiful country that amazed all of us. It was a paradise that even I felt was no match for the ideal country!"

"That was the first time I felt that it was a miracle that even my mother couldn't do! We all thought that if we gave this as a gift, our mother would be happy, and she would definitely come to see us and say to our brother: 'My child, you are my pride!'"

"I still remember that when that beautiful country was completed, we all came to congratulate our brother and eagerly looked forward to our mother coming to visit."

"We wanted her to see what her children had done."

"But she didn't come!"

This extreme excitement made Moon look extremely surprised.

And his cathartic voice had not stopped yet, and continued:

"But my mother finally came. She didn't come to congratulate us for our miracle, nor did she come to punish us for our disappointment in ruining everything."

"That's only because he's our brother, the only brother who's loved by our mother!"

“After hearing that we had destroyed everything, He rushed over and pierced His fingertips, using His own blood to exchange for the destruction and reconstruction.”

Having said that, he looked at Mo En with a self-deprecating smile and said:

"And do you know what happened?"

"Yes, mother is here. Because our brother just pricked his finger, she showed up in a panic!"

"Before that, one of our brothers cut off his own head and made it into a beacon to illuminate the world, but she never asked a question or even looked at it. As a result, her favorite child only pricked his fingertips and caused a wound that healed almost immediately, and she came here."

“That was the first time I saw in a mother the expression she should have when her child is hurt!”

On his face, self-mockery and inferiority spread like ink stains in water. The marks were deep and heavy, as if they would carve a pain on his face that would be indelible for the rest of his life.

Of course, it is also possible that it has been engraved a long time ago and is only revealed now.

“But it wasn’t because of us.”

He is the most noble eldest son in this world.

But at this moment, he was like a poor child who was completely forgotten and ruthlessly abandoned.

(End of this chapter)