Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Faced with absolute truth—and soon many people understood something else.

This Lord—it seems—did not originate from their universe, or rather—the purely material world they could perceive could not possibly have allowed such a true God—let the Lord descend, nor could such brilliance have been born.

A colossal God!

Their world can at most radiate a tiny, insignificant ray of light, a mere fraction of the billions of rays of light, and cannot even contain everything.

Everything that has happened in human history is nothing more than a reflection of mythology.

Accardo's blood suddenly boiled—he abruptly opened his eyes, which were like blood-red sunsets.

So it seems that everything can be deduced... In that instant, it was as if he had returned to the distant past, to the day when he was betrayed by his people and about to be sent to the guillotine, and even his faithful faith in God was shaken.

"After humanity has cried its tears dry..."

He became a demon... a monster, and that continued until his death.

But isn't it precisely because she didn't want to cry anymore that she became a demon?

So Yi Yi has already decided that from now on she will always laugh... laugh wildly and arrogantly.

They laughed wildly as usual!

PANO

PATO......

When "God" truly appears.

He didn't laugh, but reached out and touched the warmth on his cheeks one by one.

Hot?

This joke is anything but funny. The entire body was dead beyond any doubt, a completely cold corpse, yet it still possessed "warmth"—this is a miracle of warmth...

Could a man like him really shed tears?

Or is it that this man who once deeply revered God, this count who wholeheartedly protected Christianity... was forced to embark on the path of becoming this "weak" and "hateful monster"... is he still alive?!

Do you regret the life you chose?!

Those who yearn for death will ultimately face hell!

While alive, we yearn to fight for God; after death, we ascend to heaven!

As the dead, they craved to be killed so that they could go to hell after death!

But isn't this also an expression of "anticipation"? It's a kind of expression, a kind of expectation. Even hell is God's territory; it's just a different way of proving God's existence.

Arcador—a seemingly most unruly and arrogant undead king who still held expectations of God both in life and in death—actually possessed a more vulnerable and lonely side than anyone else, as well as a self-destructive side.

In terms of self-destruction, one can't help but think of that French marshal, but Accardo no longer has the same obsession and reason to live as Joan of Arc.

"God, I will never ask you for any mercy."

These were the words he silently uttered in his heart even when he suffered misfortune as a child and was raped.

That was not a questioning of God; on the contrary, it was a profound manifestation of this man's faith in God.

Even when he experienced such inhuman darkness, he never blamed or resented God for not coming to his rescue.

As he understood from a young age.

The gods guide humanity, but they have no duty to protect humanity. Only by becoming strong ourselves can we change everything.

Bread never falls from the sky.

Only those who have experienced suffering can reach heaven.

In the past, he was also an incredibly determined warrior who firmly believed that everything was a "test from God" and that the Bible depicted many beautiful aspects of life.

But in the end, after being betrayed by his own people, he became disheartened and broke down, even losing faith in himself.

In his extreme vulnerability, even his last pillar of support crumbled. The excessively dark and cruel world made him even begin to doubt whether "God" truly existed in this world.

After being cursed by God and becoming a vampire, he became even more vulnerable and seemed to have given up on life.

Even today—that self-deceiving "monster" seems to have awakened under the glorious light of a god's descent.

Awaken from a long-forgotten dream!

He saw another answer in God's glory.

Do you think there's a possibility?

There were no gods in this world in the past.

Until one by one, in countless worlds, that benevolent demon king descended his gaze and took notice of this world.

In a godless world, yearning for God is futile. No matter how steadfast your faith or how heavy the price you pay, God will not descend.

It's not that we turn a blind eye to them, but rather that everything they did from beginning to end was insufficient for the true Lord to see.

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81

Chapter 81 A resentful woman, or a child?

Even with our capriciousness, we are still pampered.

...Just as humans don't pay special attention to the life of an ant.

Even for an omniscient and omnipotent God, in the endless universe, does the story of such a tiny individual, such an insignificant life, truly have any value worth paying attention to?

I was shocked by the concept of absolute evil!

I understand now. It's God's perspective—being at the pinnacle, yet worrying so much about such lowly and weak creatures as they are.

A figure who, even at the cost of bearing absolute evil, abandoning all glory, and willingly enduring all scorn, still paves a path for humanity and forges a future for human history!

Compared to that "great" being, what are the sufferings he endured in human history?

What is this self-pity and lamentation?

A resentful woman? A child?

A profound sense of shame, and remorse for betraying my faith, forsaking my human identity, forsaking this precious identity—a identity beloved by God, one that God would sacrifice everything to protect…

All those emotions suddenly surged forth like an uncontrollable tide.

So God really did descend!

Even if it's just once, all the anger, resentment, and hatred can vanish in an instant.

Like a child who deliberately does something wrong, just hoping to get an adult's attention, and feels satisfied after finally succeeding, only to unexpectedly learn that their willful [childish lack of love] behavior has affected their father's important work, and then feels guilty, remorseful, and regretful!

God went to such lengths for humanity, busy with the crucial matter of human survival, even going so far as to orchestrate a scenario where children destroy themselves—and what was the result?

So what were they doing?!

Why do we seek divine intervention over the smallest, most trivial matters? How can we, so willful, still be pampered yet remain ungrateful and incomprehensible?

Rather, I now understand—that's the kind of spirit God should possess. If God were to care for each and every one of them, casting a compassionate gaze upon every universe, how many people in this world have suffered misfortune? Who among them could compare?

Who is more deserving of God's favor?

Just because he claimed to be a god and fought?!

Perhaps Akardo in the past also deeply believed that he had given everything for God.

But when he saw the dazzling brilliance of the Heroic Spirit World, his achievements of protecting his own people and safeguarding that tiny, mysterious island suddenly seemed less impressive.

Thus, no one knows the extent of Accardo's psychological changes during this short period of time.

But among this kneeling army, a monster king silently joined the ranks.

people!

At this moment, his attire had changed, reverting to that of an earl in full armor, seemingly symbolizing a shift in his psychological perception of his own identity.

On the other side, even the most unruly and fearless last group had their share of arrogance. Faced with the overwhelming divine power that seemed to carry the weight of the entire universe, they knelt! This was not just a strange, absurd yet sacred scene!

The whole world fell silent... waiting quietly, listening with utmost reverence!

At this moment, having already decided to display the brilliance of gold and mercury in this world, and because of the hellish scene beneath their feet, the light of destruction and salvation could no longer be contained. The golden demonic light also soared into the sky. The powerful law and the immense will that shook and influenced the universe caused even the image of night to undergo subtle changes.

Although invisible—1.

But it is also evident that...

Even though this self-sealed shell is still unbearable for mortals to look at directly, it allows humans to complete its entire form within a minimum level of visibility that is bearable and understandable without burning out their brains.

Radiance.

Call it fantasy if you will—just as God has a thousand faces in the eyes of a thousand people.

Under normal circumstances, if God were to reveal His appearance, in each person's eyes, besides the sacred and unique divine aura and the radiance of His laws, the specific appearance would differ from person to person.

The methods Ke Ye practiced displayed an incredibly strong personal style. The domineering god's will, strengthened to its absolute peak, was unmatched by any other god in the pantheon. Anyone who witnessed it even once would have it deeply etched into their soul.

When the night released its golden demonic light, even though its other aspects remained strong and distinct, the night, in the eyes of everyone, appeared to be in an identical state.

That was a scene that humans could not clearly describe in words.

If one had to describe it in simple terms—his hair was like flowing mane, golden in color and radiating a divine glow.

His regal gaze was also golden.

It was radiant gold, its brilliance surpassing even creation itself; beauty and solemn grandeur intertwined—yet at the same time, its hue was savage and cruel.

A being that should not exist in human cognition—the forerunner of the bewitching light.

Perhaps it is because he is not appearing as a god at this moment, but as a demon king.

Just as in many sectarian groups, Jesus is not the incarnation of God, but rather a prophetic figure.

The emphasis here is on the non-divine form, but it is still God, without a doubt—the Golden God.

The next moment, the figure finally spoke, carrying an aura of warmth that was hard to imagine, yet also one of extreme fear.

He said calmly, "My fellow countrymen on earth!"

Looking down over all of London—no, the whole world—the golden god spoke: "What would you think if I told you that your lives were already decided by fate?"

That's a term used to refer to fellow human beings.