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Chapter 449 The Blood Moon Goddess and Half a Prophecy (4.4K views, please subscribe!)
You only told me half of the prophecy?

"Won't you tell me the complete prophecy?"

"That's right, you can only choose between the front and the back."

"..."

Herbert squinted, gazing at the fickle goddess before him, hesitant to speak.

Uh……

Are you serious?
This first encounter with the Goddess of the Silver Moon once again surprised Herbert.

Their contact time was not long, but the goddess's attitude had changed several times.

From the initial gentleness and compassion in the eyes of the world, it then transformed into a cunning person with a touch of amusement, and now it has become tough and even ungrateful.

In their exchange, both sides gained the upper hand once, and neither was completely defeated by the other.

Herbert felt he had done enough, and it was a way of reciprocating the other party's willingness to keep it a secret. He handled things gently and did not press his advantage.

In this way, everyone is happy and we can end this first meeting on a pleasant note, and we can chat again when we have the chance in the future.

But now, not only are you ungrateful, you're also turning against me?

No, it hasn't come to the point of falling out yet... You want to bargain with me again?
Herbert didn't even feel angry at that moment; instead, he felt like laughing.

Sister, do you still have any cards left in your hand?

The family members were speechless.

I've run into a woman who's trying to manipulate me by creating fake cards.

No, buddy... are you schizophrenic?!
As if responding to Herbert's inner cry, the change occurred once again right after he finished complaining in his mind.

Under Herbert's astonished gaze, the hair of the Silver Moon Goddess began to change!

The single strand of crimson hair that had been part of the silver began to spread rapidly outwards, and in just a few breaths, the magnificent silver hair turned into a vibrant crimson.

If it were just a change in hair color, Herbert would at most give Him a thumbs up, praising His good hair and saying He didn't need to go to the hair salon for a wash, cut, blow-dry, and perm.

But the problem is... at the same time that His hair color changed, the crescent moon in the sky also changed accordingly.

Without warning, a small blood-red dot appeared on the silvery moon, then quickly spread out and took over the entire surface.

At this moment, countless mortals who had not yet fallen asleep collectively suffered from insomnia.

They stared at the bright moon in the dark sky, which resembled a blood-red eye, and then froze after instinctively preparing to close the window to avoid the danger of walking in the blood moon.

Today is not the day when a blood moon is supposed to appear.

They looked up abruptly, calculating the date of the last blood moon... it was half a month ago.

There are still two full weeks until the next blood moon!

And it changed suddenly in the middle of the night!

On an ordinary night when the moon should have been shining brightly.

—The blood moon descended without warning.

Just as the blazing sun suddenly descends into the darkness of night, the blood moon also appeared unusually at a time it dared not show itself.

Herbert had no idea what people were thinking or speculating about.

As someone who has directly confronted the divine and is likely the person responsible for this world-class anomaly, only one thought is on his mind right now—no, He is not going insane.

I really misunderstood this moon goddess.

This guy is a schizophrenic!

As we all know, the phases of the moon are constantly changing.

The sun and moon in this world do not revolve around planets, so there are no natural changes such as obscuring shadows.

Here, the reason for the formation of lunar phases is even more supernatural.

The phases of the moon change cyclically as the power of darkness increases and decreases.

Some people regard the goddess of the silver moon as the ruler of the night.

But this is actually wrong.

The deity who wielded the power of "Night" was real... in the past.

After the death of the God of Night, His divine authority was absorbed by the God of Shadows.

The God of Shadows was arguably the biggest winner of the last "End of the Gods," either by taking advantage of the situation or by deliberately betraying others, killing many gods. Ultimately, quantitative changes led to qualitative changes, and his strength and status successfully rose.

He became the leader of the dark realm, and was regarded as the "Lord of Darkness" whose strength was comparable to that of the Sun God.

He has been vying with the goddess of the silver moon for dominance over the night, wanting to completely control the night and make all creatures in the night his servants.

But the Goddess of the Silver Moon is no pushover.

As powerful ancient gods, they also embraced the benefits of the Age of Faith, but some of them retained some of their strength and did not rely much on the power of faith.

The Silver Moon Goddess doesn't have many followers, and the Silver Moon Church isn't large, but her strength has never fallen below that of a mid-level deity.

Moreover, this ancient god not only possesses considerable strength, but also has a very powerful backer.

I am but a humble woman, the sister of the Sun God.
No one wants to provoke that tyrannical sun... not even the Lord of Darkness, who is considered "capable of resisting" it.

He could only settle for second best, and could only secretly try to compete with the silver moon for dominance of the night, which led to the change of the moon's phases.

As the moon changes from new moon to full moon, the form in which the Silver Moon Goddess manifests also changes.

simply put……

The fuller the moon phase, the stronger its power, and the larger its corresponding image, which is a voluptuous and graceful woman wearing a veil.

Conversely, His power will weaken, which manifests outwardly as a smaller form, appearing as a young girl.

And now... right at the time of the crescent moon, her appearance is that of someone in their mid-twenties, not too old, but definitely not young either.

With such constant changes, how could He not be affected?

Not to mention the "curse" He transferred from the sun god.

A blood moon is a special state.

In this state, it would be somewhat inappropriate to call Him by the name "Silver Moon".

And so, in a corner of the world unknown to anyone, before Herbert—the Goddess of the Blood Moon descended.

If the Silver Moon Goddess is safe and trustworthy, then the Blood Moon Goddess is undoubtedly a dangerous being that needs to be guarded against.

Herbert frowned and narrowed his eyes warily.

Is He now... friend or foe?
"I told you, didn't I? Herbert, don't be so nervous, hehe~"

Herbert's brow twitched at the Blood Moon Goddess's noticeably more alluring voice. She raised her hand to touch her long, scarlet hair and stuck out her tongue at him with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not crazy. I remember everything that happened before, and I remember the kindness you conveyed to me."

"In fact, this is just one side of me."

"With your intelligence, you must be able to understand, right?"

The Blood Moon Goddess took two steps forward, raised her hand to touch Herbert's chin, and chuckled softly:
"You are the one who upholds the precepts of purity, and you are also the one who indulges in killing. There is no difference between the two in essence... I am the same."

"I am the benevolent silver moon, and I am also the brutal blood moon."

He raised his head and whispered in an almost murmuring voice:
"I still love every child who is bathed in moonlight equally."

He said, He is still Him.

...He didn't believe it.

Herbert's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and after a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.

"I understand."

"No matter what state you are in, whether it is a silver moon or a blood moon, you are still the goddess of the moon."

Regardless of whether the Blood Moon Goddess is the same as the Silver Moon Goddess from before, and since I have no interest in dating her now, I shouldn't pry into her privacy.

If He says it, then it is; if He says it, then it is.

As long as the Blood Moon Goddess doesn't truly show malice, then communication with her is possible.

With that thought, Herbert relaxed and then naturally asked, "If that's the case, then I have some questions."

"You admit that I expressed goodwill towards you, so what did your attitude just now mean? Why did you only tell me half of the prophecy?"

You admit I'm a good person, but then you target me instead. What kind of logic is that?
So, good people should be held at gunpoint? "Heh~"

Upon hearing this, the Blood Moon Goddess's smile widened. She gave him a deep look and asked meaningfully, "You think I'm targeting you, but is there any possibility... that I'm helping you?"

"Do you really think that hearing the complete prophecy will necessarily be a good thing for you?"

Herbert: !

Could it be that, as I had previously suspected, those people were affected to some extent by the "cost" of the prophecy?

Although Herbert maintained his composure, the shock and contemplation in his eyes did not escape the Blood Moon Goddess's keen observation.

"Judging from your reaction, you must know about the prophecies I have made."

"So, do I need to repeat what happened to those people before?"

Herbert nodded and said softly:

"No need."

The tragedies of our predecessors are truly heartbreaking, making us wary of the risks of this "spoiler gift."

From this perspective, perhaps He really was acting in His own best interest...

Does this mean I should thank Him?

"Of course, there's a reason I did this, partly because I was a little annoyed."

Herbert: ?

The Blood Moon Goddess stood with her hands on her hips, making no attempt to hide her vengeful nature, and openly admitted her malice: "You've made me lose face, so I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

"Once you know half of it, you'll definitely want to know the other half, and at that point... hehe, I definitely won't tell you!!!"

Hearing the Blood Moon Goddess's thunderous roar, a big question mark appeared above Herbert's head.

Are you mentally ill?!
Was He genuinely helping Herbert?

It was probably a genuine wish that He wouldn't be affected.

So, was he genuinely trying to annoy Herbert?

Of course!

The Blood Moon Goddess waved her small hand and said loudly, "Alright, young godslayer, stop hesitating! Quickly choose the half of the prophecy you want to hear!"

Herbert's lips twitched. He held back for a long time, and finally let out a helpless sigh after all his complaints.

Ugh!
People should always remember the teachings of their predecessors.

Goddesses are all vengeful.

It's not just evil gods who hold grudges; those who seem gentle and kind are the same.

Look, in order to avoid being criticized for his revenge, this guy actually used the "morally bankrupt and uncriticizable" Blood Moon form!
That's really going too far!
Herbert shook his head, his expression gradually calming down, and slowly said, "I want to hear... I want to know the price I will have to pay according to the prophecy."

"The first half, right? I knew you wanted... um? You want to hear the price? Are you sure?"

The Blood Moon Goddess widened her eyes and asked in confusion, "Didn't you understand what I meant? If you keep saying this... won't you only become more confused?"

"I am sure."

"But...why?"

why?
Herbert pondered the question, smiled calmly, and said softly, "I don't need anyone to tell me about my future."

"Where I end up is up to me, not based on any dubious prophecies... My destiny is entirely in my own hands."

Herbert's idea was what is known as "my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven."

Although this statement sounds childish because it has been used in various scenarios, it is actually not wrong in itself.

Only what you have in your own hands truly belongs to you.

"..."

The Blood Moon Goddess gazed deeply at the boy before her, and without asking Herbert if he would regret it, she began to recount the prophecy that was now only half complete.

He said:

"[After you have fulfilled all your wishes, you will die.]"

Herbert listened with a furrowed brow, nodding slowly as he awaited what would follow.

Dead?

What a terrible development.

But after waiting for a while, the next part never came.

Ok?
"Is it gone?"

"Gone."

Herbert: ?

No, what's next?

What happens next? What about future updates?
Are you ending the story here?
Wait... does this mean it's really gone?
"Huh? It's that simple?"

"It's that simple!"

The Blood Moon Goddess looked at the boy who didn't seem to care about his "death ending" and found his reaction rather boring and uninteresting.

So He couldn't laugh anymore and said irritably, "It's just a prophecy, only half of it. How much more complicated do you want it to be?"

Herbert sniffed and silently looked away.

The evaluation is—that's it?
Herbert had imagined a miserable ending: "You'll die in the hands/crotch/mouth of a monster girl..."
The result was just an ordinary death?
It's a bit boring!

"Mortal, are you not afraid of death?"

The gods were puzzled, believing that Herbert was not the typical paladin in the universal sense who was willing to sacrifice himself for his desires.

You can smell desire in him, and feel his ambition.

Can such a person truly accept their own death peacefully?
"I'm afraid."

Herbert faced his inner weakness with composure and said softly, "If possible, no one would willingly give up their life, and neither would I."

"However, there are always some things that are above others."

He spoke in a calm, even chilling tone, with unwavering certainty and serene composure:

"If it really comes to the point where only my sacrifice can make it happen, I might choose to be that necessary sacrifice."

Some say that every Chinese person has a martyr's tendency in their bones.

Influenced by a long history, this people, regardless of age or gender, have spent their entire lives waiting for an opportunity to "die a worthy death."

Killing one is enough to make a profit, killing two is a huge bonus.

Everyone must die; some deaths are as light as a feather, while others are as heavy as Mount Tai.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

Is it okay to wait for death in the country of death?
A man who lives without eating from five tripods will die being cooked in five tripods.

Our ancestors are above!

……

To leave a mark on history, to defend our homeland, to uphold our ideals and beliefs...

Herbert lowered his eyes as he thought of the heroes who had generously sacrificed themselves for their country and nation.

He slowly shook his head, sighed softly, and whispered, "However, I may not be able to reach that level yet. I have too many people and things that I can't let go of."

"The reason I can be so calm is because I'm thinking about something."

"Something quite interesting."

As he spoke, Herbert's expression became quite subtle. He stared at the goddess who held the power of prophecy and slowly asked:
"You said, is there another interpretation to the prophecy that 'after fulfilling all desires, one will die'?"

"Could I also interpret this as—"

"I will absolutely not die before my wish is fulfilled?"

Blood Moon Goddess: "...Hmm?"

???

(End of this chapter)