I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

That was a part of the Father's authority, something He had personally separated, the primordial power that He both feared and longed for.

His reason was frantically warning him: "Don't touch it! It's a trap! Merging with it will awaken the Father!"

But His divine body reacted before His consciousness could.

He stretched out his hand.

Ji Tian handed over the tattered page, letting His fingertips touch it.

The moment the pages touched the divine body of the god of industry, they were like water droplets falling into a sponge, instantly merging into it.

The god of industry froze abruptly, a moment of clarity flashing in his gear-like eyes, before being overwhelmed by an even stronger desire.

His breathing quickened, and the cracks on the surface of his divine body began to writhe wildly, as if thirstily calling for more fragments.

"You're scared."

Ji Tian took a step forward, and another page opened in his palm, the blood-red characters on it faintly visible in the twilight.

"You fear that the Father's consciousness will resurrect from these tattered pages and take everything from you."

So you disperse them, letting the church, academies, and kingdoms seal and keep them for you. Who would have thought that the weakness of a new god is the source of his power?

In this way, since you cannot see or touch the pages, you will not feel any longing for them, and you can peacefully become your new god.

The gear-shaped eye of the god of industry stopped turning. His mechanically conjured voice twitched a few times, but he said nothing.

"Unfortunately, you didn't expect this, did you? All these tattered pages ended up in my hands."

This is the truth. The pages of the book that the Kingdom seized from the Cursed Apostle were taken by Ji Tian long ago, when the Cardinal and the God of Industry were engaged in a great battle over the capital.

Aside from the fragments he had already sealed away in various places and the page he had given to the other party, he now carried two more pages with him!

Ji Tian gripped the tattered page in his right hand and thrust it forward, pressing it towards the other person's face.

【No--!】

The god of industry instinctively wanted to dodge, but the opponent was too fast, and His irrepressible desire drove Him to take the hit.

The moment the tattered page touched the god's body, it melted like cream. Dark red light surged from the tattered page, seeping inward along the cracks in the god's body, like countless greedy leeches desperately burrowing deeper.

The god of industry let out a sharp screech, his divine body trembled violently, and the gear patterns on his surface spun wildly, as if resisting some unstoppable force.

He sensed it.

The breath of the Father God.

Those memories that He deliberately forgot and suppressed are awakening from the tattered pages.

He saw a blurry phantom slowly taking shape deep within His divinity.

That is the Father God.

Even a wisp of a remnant soul was enough to terrify Him to the extreme.

【impossible……】

For the first time, the voice of the god of industry produced a mechanical tremolo.

【How dare you...!】

Ji Tian did not answer.

He calmly took out another torn page from the void and waved it in front of the god of industry.

A dark red halo flowed across the pages, making His double-geared pupils flicker.

The god of industry froze.

His gaze was fixed on the two tattered pages, the gears deep within his pupils spinning wildly, as if calculating, weighing, and struggling.

He could sense that the first and second fragments had merged into His divinity, and that the Father's consciousness was slowly awakening.

If He were to merge another page, bringing the total number of pages within His body to the majority... He dared not even imagine it.

But the other party asked with a laugh in a way that sounded utterly shameless and vulgar, "God of Industry, you don't want the Father God to be resurrected inside you, do you? Don't even think about running away or self-destructing, or I'll just shove all the remaining pages of the book into your gears."

The god of industry shuddered violently.

He raised his head, and for the first time, fear appeared in his two-geared eyes.

After all, the factory is gone; it simply cannot be revived in this era. As long as civilization continues to develop, it will be resurrected sooner or later.

But if God the Father were to resurrect from His body, He would truly be gone.

Shameless scoundrel!

Ji Tian's lips curled slightly, and he said matter-of-factly, "I have never claimed to be a good person to outsiders. Do whatever you want, as long as your thoughts are clear."

Completely different from ordinary people, even morally impeccable!

Humans fear God, and God fears God-humans.

The god of industry is truly at his wit's end.

They both opened their mouths almost simultaneously.

"To be or not to be, the choice is yours—"

Please spare me! I will—

The voice overlapped and then paused, and the industrial god's voice emitted a piercing noise.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Ji Tian retrieved the tattered page, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Tell me how you got here."

The god of industry bowed his head and answered truthfully:

I was driven here. In my original world, the gods of the information age descended, and my father was erased from the pantheon by a string of gibberish. My remains and those of my father were swept into the void currents and ended up here.

[The three gods are currently merging and have no time to attend to the present world, which is why I have been able to barely survive...]

Ji Tian listened quietly, then simply nodded and said:

"You now have two choices. First, I will continue to feed you with the fragments until your Father God is resurrected within you, at which point you will disappear."

Second, you will take the form of the "Seven Pages of the Book," retaining your consciousness and authority, and become my subordinate.

"You want me... to become that book?"

"Don't worry, it's just a change in form, from the 'God of Industry' to the 'Spirit of the Book of Industry.' You are still you, just living a different life."

The god of industry fell silent.

He knew that with this person's strength and the fragments in hand, he could forcibly annihilate His consciousness.

He has no right to refuse.

"Sure, but I have one condition."

"explain."

Do not place me with the remaining fragments. The Father's consciousness is still within those fragments; if they merge… I will truly vanish, and the mark left by the Triad on the Father may also be triggered. You can seal them anywhere, as long as they do not come near me.

Ji Tian nodded upon hearing this, "Of course, your original body will stay with me, and I will find another place to seal the fragments."

Without further hesitation, the god of industry closed his eyes, and his divine body began to fade from the edges. The golden light receded like a tide, the phantoms of gears vanished one by one, and the silhouettes of chimneys collapsed one by one.

The microcosm of the industrial age that once constituted His divine body is now being rewoven by some older, more fundamental force.

The light faded away.

In the void, a thick book slowly emerged.

A palm-sized round shield fell from the void and landed with a clatter. It was a defensive relic that the God of Industry had taken from Valentine, and now He had left it behind.

Ji Tian bent down to pick up the round shield, then beckoned to take the book into his palm.

The cover is dark gold, with no title, only a emblem of overlapping gears and chimneys. The pages are yellowed, the edges are slightly curled, and it exudes a faint smell of engine oil and steam.

He opened the cover; the first page was blank, the second page was blank, and only on the third page did writing appear—a line of runes he couldn't understand, but his divine sense told him that it was the real name of the God of Industry, and the core of His authority.

The voice of the god of industry emanates from the pages of the book:

From this day forward, I will be your follower.

"Don't worry, do a good job, and you'll get your share of the rewards." Ji Tian started by making grand promises, then closed the book, put it in his sleeve, and took a step into the air, teleporting towards the Royal Capital Magic Academy.

And so, the 230th divine descent incident in the royal capital was perfectly resolved.