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Chapter 465. Long ago (5)

Time is of the essence in that dark room. The god of miracles has been there for who knows how long.

The door only opened again when a new god of death ascended to the throne.

"Are you the God of Miracles?"

A figure shrouded in a black hood floated in. The person was wrapped in a large, heavy, pure black robe, the fabric flowing like the night. The shadow of the hood pressed down heavily, revealing only the lower half of a pale face, with lips so pale they were almost transparent, and a hard, cold jawline.

When she floated in, there wasn't a breath of wind around her, yet the air in the entire dark room suddenly seemed to drop. Her gaze was dark and cold, and when she looked at it, there was no ripple of emotion.

Upon seeing that appearance, the God of Miracles understood that humanity had ultimately triumphed in the struggle for divine power.

This is quite rare—in its memory, this is the first human to ascend to godhood.

Humans are a race rich in emotions, but the successor before him was like a block of ice that would never melt, with not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

If it weren't for its distinctive appearance, it would almost be mistaken for some other race.

The six-pointed star pointed at itself, noticing its superior's expressionless, even somewhat cold, face, and glanced at it:
"What did you do to deserve being locked up here?"

Her voice was cold and slow, making even a single star feel a chill down its spine.

[A large-scale massacre of gods was carried out using "miracles"]

The voice of the god of death was flat:

"Just this little thing?"

Hexagram hesitated for a moment and then added:
It is annihilating.

Generally speaking, a god consists of a divine seat and the things sitting on that seat. When a god of death and silence enforces the law, the killing of a god only involves killing the things sitting on the seat, but the seat itself remains.

But this time, the miracle involved the removal of both the person and their position.

"You've got some nerve."

The God of Death remained unmoved, merely uttering this indifferent statement.

"For what purpose did you slaughter the gods?"

The six-pointed star hesitated for a moment, then said:

Some gods want to devour all the humans who have descended to earth.

I used a miracle to send them to the world connected by the twilight staircase, where they were reborn.

Upon hearing these two sentences, the God of Death Silence did not respond.

The six-pointed star felt her cold, damp gaze sweep over its entire body.

"Just wait and see."

The supreme god responded with an ambiguous statement.

The six-pointed star doesn't know what its superior wants it to wait for.

This god of death, who was of human origin, seemed exceptionally cold and sinister.

Just seeing the silhouette of that figure leaning on a long, black scythe, it felt as if even the light itself was about to freeze.

Several days later, the door to the dark room suddenly opened silently. The Basic Law conveyed the final judgment to its consciousness.

It is allowed to leave the place occasionally, but if it exceeds the prescribed time limit, it must return to the dark room to continue its confinement until the 100-year sentence is completely over.

The lenient verdict was beyond its expectations.

When the six-pointed star floated out of the dark room, its light was still somewhat dazed, as if this freedom was a dream that came too easily.

Returning to the realm of the Dead Order, the superior was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed. Behind her, a massive and silent halo of deathly stillness hovered, slowly rotating like a dark vortex. The six-pointed star remained suspended in place for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice:
"My God... I want to see the world beyond the Twilight Staircase."

The eyes of the god of death opened.

Those dark, icy gazes fell upon it once more, causing its entire star to tremble involuntarily.

It's okay if you don't go see it.

It added in a low voice.

The gaze of the god of death swept over it, and he said coldly:

[You are only allowed to stay for three years. After three years, you will return and continue your confinement.]

【OK. 】

The god of miracles agreed.

It suddenly realized that this boss might only appear cold on the outside, but was actually surprisingly reasonable in reality.

Without another word, the six-pointed star flashed and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing swiftly into the distance.

I didn't see my boss again until three years later.

It has already made a pact with the girl who was the imperial advisor back then to become a priestess. She has a spiritual eye and is destined to be a cursed star for all eternity, abandoned by her family and relatives.

Fortunately, a miracle happened.

When the God of Death Silence saw his subordinate, the six-pointed star was curled up among a pile of plush toys, making himself fluffy as well, pretending to be one of them, squeezing together with the dolls all over the bed.

When the boss appeared silently accompanied by a dim light—

The cold-blooded Grim Reaper, clad in a black robe trailing on the ground and wielding a long scythe, met the gaze of a furry miracle doll in the silence.

"You seem to be living a pretty comfortable life."

Its cold-hearted boss said indifferently.

The six-pointed star hurriedly sprang up from the pile of dolls, its fluffy texture disappearing, and it returned to its original star-like form, shimmering with light.

[The God of Deathly Silence.]

"despair……"

Tang Wan walked in from outside at that moment and was startled when she saw the girl in the black robe.

Gods and priests can communicate directly through their minds. After the God of Miracles revealed the identity of the man in black to her, Tang Wan quickly bowed and said:

"Dead Silence God".

The girl in black robes glanced at her coldly, then swept her equally indifferently over the six-pointed star, finally uttering only a curt remark:
"Go to the dark room for confinement first. Otherwise, the Basic Law will bother me again."

Before she finished speaking, her figure had already vanished into the air like mist.

Only after the oppressive feeling completely dissipated did Tang Wan let out a soft breath, turning to the six-pointed star, her eyes still filled with surprise:

"Our order of death... is actually human?"

The six-pointed star slowly rotated once.

Yes. She was also the first human in history to ascend to the highest divine position.

Hexagram thought for a moment and then said:

But God is actually a pretty good person.

(End of this chapter)