Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

"The person you should ask is yourself. As long as you have communicated with the 'god'—all I know is that this war god is described as 'she' in the records. That is to say, in the eyes of the recorders or survivors at the time, she was a woman who met the standard definition of a human being."

"At least that's how you look—you'd better watch yourself."

"This is probably my last piece of advice to you, Otto Apocalypse—for those true gods, whatever they say will be known, if they so choose."

Before the man could reply, Void Treasury fell silent. It seemed that this creation from the previous era was not willing to talk much about the mysterious and unpredictable gods.

"Two deities... the Lord of the Supreme Heaven... what exactly does the Lord of the Supreme Heaven represent?"

"The lord of all armies, huh?"

The man frowned. The information revealed by the Key of God made his calm mood, which was originally based on the established plan, turn into anxiety.

The man felt incredibly anxious when the gods he had originally intended to trade with suddenly turned into gods.

Could this god, who only appeared in the records of the previous civilization, be the same as the will of the Honkai? If I were to meet that military lord on this trip, would He agree to my deal?

Anxiety and unease hung over Bishop Otto Apocalypse like a shadow. The force with which he pounded the table seemed to increase imperceptibly.

“Phew... Otto Apocalypse, you have to look on the bright side, yes, you have to look on the bright side—if you’ve been rejected by one of the gods, at least you have another option.”

"This isn't a 50% success rate, it's 150% or even 200%! You're already 100% certain you can get one of the gods to accept your deal, and if you can persuade the other god..."

"Then it's not Party A choosing Party B, but Party B choosing Party A!"

Somewhat confused and haphazard, I offered myself comfort, or rather, hypnotized myself...

"Lord of the Highest Heaven...Lord of the Highest Heaven—Lord of the Highest Heaven...If you are truly as your name suggests, then let me go and save that noble saint and warrior from five hundred years ago."

In the bishop's office, the man's whispered conversation went unheard and unnoticed, but... just as his Key of God had stated—for the gods...

Everything that is said will be known.

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"After the death of Saint Kalen Kaslana, the old Destiny continued its absurd and tyrannical rule, and Otto Apocalypse's nephew was put on the position of Destiny Bishop as a puppet."

"However, all violent pleasures will end in violence—"

"The people remember the Holy Maiden of Destiny, Kallen Kaslana, who treated everyone equally."

"They also remember that unjust trial—suppressed anger brought to a breaking point with tyranny."

"In this era, the greatest and most important revolution in the history of human civilization in Europe broke out."

The girl paused, seemingly interrupted by something, and her lips twitched slightly—while Kallen, looking rather impatient, eagerly pressed on with her question...

"Where was Otto? What was he doing while Fate was oppressing those people?"

“Otto… Back then, the youngest boy in the Apocalypse family was consumed by guilt and grief over the death of his fiancée. He became despondent and left the core of Destiny, choosing to become a teacher in a remote place to teach children.”

"Uh... how could the great inventor be so depressed...?"

"Because for him, the light that once shone upon him had shattered at that moment."

"Miss Karen, do you really know that man, that man named Otto Apocalypse?"

"He was the youngest and thinnest of Apocalypse's generation, gloomy and withdrawn, and liked to tinker with little gadgets in his room that his older brothers scoffed at..."

"And on that day, you, who climbed over the wall and ran into the Apocalypse family castle, found that flying model... and praised this boy who had never been praised before."

"You became the eternal light in his heart—and your place in his heart is unmatched..."

Chapter 307 The Sealed Past

"To you, Otto Apocalypse is a great inventor, your fiancé, and a man who made a mistake."

"But for that man, you are not only his fiancée, but also his salvation—this man has already made the wrong choice in the unjust judgment of the past."

"And in what seems like an even more distant future to you, this man will do something even more outrageous for you—"

"He opened his heart to the devil, offering kindness and mercy as compensation; he made a deal with the gods, paying with his own disappearance from the world—"

On the tree-lined path of St. Freya Academy, a blonde girl, leading Karen through the woods, chanted in a mournful tone, recounting to the saintess the changes that had occurred to that man, foreshadowing everything that was about to happen to him—

"Wait!!! Otto, he came from..."

Karen's pupils contracted slightly, sensing something ominous from the girl's humming.

"What happened to the great inventor!?"

The saintess gripped the young goddess's shoulders tightly, her expression flustered.

"Tell me quickly, what happened to him?!"

"His fate is about to come to an end—the man's five-hundred-year journey of suffering will soon come to an end and redemption."

"How could this be—Miss Odin, please send me back! I can't accept the price of resurrection being the silent disappearance of another person!"

The white-haired saintess looked at the god who was still walking alone forward, her eyes filled with supplication.

"Do not panic, do not be afraid... The foretold suffering has not yet come; it is merely a small glimpse by the gods into the future."

—Odin, the great god, was not only a powerful warrior, but also an outstanding diviner and prophet. His divination accurately predicted the coming of Ragnarok... Karen recalled the magical myths and legends her father had told her when she was a child.

"A prophecy... But if it's Odin's prophecy..."

"Not all prophecies are as irreversible as 'twilight'—prophecies are called prophecies precisely because they are conjectures made about the infinity of the future..."

Snow, seemingly able to read Karen Kaslana's mind, interrupted her reverie.

"Moreover... Ragnarok, the legendary twilight of the gods in human mythology, does not exist... The gods of the Void Tree have no end."

"Is...is that so..."

Karen stared into Snow's golden pupils, and the inherent majesty made the white-haired saint unconsciously believe the words of the divine girl.

"Indeed, indeed—what you are about to hear is this man's five-hundred-year journey of asceticism, his five-hundred-year struggle, his five-hundred-year sins... and also his five-hundred-year redemption."

"Then—you will be the one to judge his merits and demerits, and you will be the one to decide..."

"It's up to me to decide???"

The saint pointed to herself, puzzled.

"Why me...?"

"It began with you... and it will naturally end with you. You are the leading lady of this grand opera, absent for five hundred years. If it's not up to you to decide, are we supposed to decide?"

"In that case, he would probably be hung on the sky island of the Destiny headquarters and beaten to death several times by a group of people."

"Yes...that's right, several times."

After a moment of contemplation, the girl nodded, confirming that her description was correct.

"What did Otto do... to incur such hatred from so many people?"

Seeing the goddess nod, Karen's expression couldn't help but twitch.

"Let's start with the Mandate of Heaven Revolution mentioned earlier... In a sense, this was the most important turning point in changing the old era's theocracy and the state, awakening the people's consciousness, and ushering in the Renaissance era."

"But didn't you say Otto...?"

Karen looked at the girl in front of her with some confusion, who was about to start her story from the creation of the world by Pangu.

"That was only the beginning... As the divide between the church and the people grew more severe, a portion of those in the Church who sympathized with the people broke away and established a new Church."

"Two tigers cannot share one mountain... The foolish old destiny will not sit idly by and watch the birth of the new destiny—war naturally begins. At this moment, the man is still immersed in the grief of losing you."

"He was dissatisfied with the dark rule of Destiny, which was controlled by his sister, Lisa Shaniat, and that pathetic puppet, his nephew Marcel Apocalypse, but he had no intention of interfering... until the reborn Destiny once again raised your banner and proclaimed your name..."

"Many of those supporters who broke away from the old destiny were originally your advocates and followers, and the people even more so... It is only natural for them to raise your banner."

"But for your fiancé... this title means much more than just the title of saint."

The god looked at Kallen with an expression that said, "You really are a sinful person."

"Hey... what did Otto do?"

"Although the new mandate of heaven will have the support of the people, its foundation is not as solid as that of the old mandate of heaven, which has a century-old foundation. This is true even if it is composed of idioms that have been used to describe those who left the old mandate of heaven."

"Therefore, the newly formed destiny has actually been in constant defeat... and Otto Apocalypse, out of a very... well, fanatical?... let's always look at it from the perspective of a fanatical fan—"

"That man felt that if the new destiny lost, it would be another stain on the saintess's glory... so he resolutely joined the new destiny."

"—Then, the new Destiny welcomed its powerful support, while the old Destiny, due to the world's excellent matchmaking mechanism... caused Lisa Shaniat and Marcel Apocalypse, two noobs, to encounter a nightmare they could never escape in their lives."

"Naturally, our great inventor has triumphed—Otto Apocalypse, whose intelligence crushes those two idiots who don't understand how to operate and can only carry out dark rule, led the people into the headquarters of Schicksal at that time."

"The angry crowd stormed the church and hanged the two culprits..."

"After the victory, Otto Apocalypse gained everyone's approval—the man whose heart had become empty again due to the confusion after the victory was pushed into the position of the new Bishop of Destiny by the people."

"Oh, I didn't realize Otto had such leadership qualities... He seems so gentle, and he even blushes when you talk to him..."

Karen rubbed her fingers together in surprise, seemingly incredulous.

"Hmm...did fate exist under his rule?"

"Ah... this is the key point, so let's start with a summary—as you can see, the newborn destiny has survived to this day and is still thriving."

But the brighter the light, the darker the shadow...

Chapter 308 Please Don't Mourn for Me

Amidst the cheers of the people, the man ascended to the throne of bishop, and he reshaped the corrupt and broken destiny—

Unaware of the underlying reasons for the fusion, the man established the newly formed Destiny as a sophisticated organization that could continue to function even after a brief period of chaos, even if the bishop of Destiny left.

Perhaps he once harbored a beautiful fantasy: that one morning he would wake up to find a white-haired, beautiful young hero, who would scale the high walls of Apocalypse's castle and appear before him once more.

His children, meanwhile, could play carefree on the lawn of the castle, surrounding him and her.

This dream, which the man had for a hundred years—the notebook that Snow Apocalypse had accidentally accessed in the database of Destiny long ago, which he had been browsing in a virtual reality, still lies quietly in the Apocalypse family castle.

However, if someone were to actually open that notebook, they would probably find that the last date on the cover was a full four hundred years ago.

I dreamt of you again, Karen, and our child—Theresa, and Snow...

The man gently brushed the dust off the book cover. This ancient notebook had undergone excellent anti-corrosion and anti-weathering treatment, allowing its owner to read it at will.

This time, after more than four hundred years, the owner of the book once again took out his pen and sketched new characters on the paper.

I haven't had a dream like this in a very, very long time... My family, children, friends... everything that was once within reach yet unattainable all appeared before me... Perhaps it's because I'm too nervous... but one thing I'm certain of...