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Jason said, reaching out and patting Morpheus on the shoulder: "So, be careful. If you really can't do it, just run away. When you have a chance, you can fight back. There's no shame in that!"

Morpheus rolled his eyes helplessly: "He's planning to burn all of human history, where can I run?"

"Other worlds!" Jason said without hesitation: "You can run to other worlds, and nothing will happen to you even if he burns you!

"Besides, if he can change some things in the timeline, so can you! When the time comes, you can just seize the opportunity and kill him before he succeeds, right? I believe you have the ability to do it!" Jason said it so matter-of-factly, he even laughed heartily, "Wouldn't history be restored that way? What do you think? Am I right?!"

"That's right, it can be like this."

Morpheus nodded, then said goodbye to Hercules. After they returned to the Throne of Heroes, Morpheus looked at Artemis again.

The Moon Goddess looked at Morpheus and smiled, "If you can truly control the power of time and space now, then you can indeed try the method Jason mentioned. It will be a chance to survive in a desperate situation."

"Well, I see."

Artemis smiled, approached him, and whispered, "Also, think of a way for me to get down quickly. I don't want to wait any longer."

"No problem, I'll start researching when I get back!"

As for Medea and Atalanta, the situation was much simpler, as their requests were exactly the same.

"Don't forget to summon the Servant. You should be alright over there now, right?"

"It's almost fixed. It should be fine this time when we go back."

Morpheus looked at the person who said this. It was Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was smiling and greeting the two girls.

The two people who got the answer looked at Morpheus and smiled. Although the smile was beautiful, it was full of oppression.

"Okay, this time when we go back, I will perform the summoning as long as the summoning circle is ready!" Morpheus said immediately, and then the two of them left with a smile.

Afterwards, after saying goodbye to Drake and others, the world began to collapse with the recovery of the Holy Grail. While the world had not yet fully recovered to its original state, Morpheus and others seized the opportunity and quickly left this era.

……

Returning to Chaldea, Morpheus opened his eyes and saw Roman standing before him.

Looking at Roman's serious expression, Morpheus exclaimed, "What are you doing?!"

"I want to talk to you about something."

"What's going on?" Morpheus looked at the other person warily, climbed out of the cabin, and then took a step back. "Let me be clear, I have no interest in men!"

"I'm not interested in men either!" Roman said immediately.

Morpheus breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, tell me, what's the matter."

Roman tried hard to resist the urge to throw a punch and said, "Let's go somewhere where there's no one."

"Okay, then you lead the way."

Following Roman, Morpheus kept walking and finally arrived at Roman's lounge, or his dormitory.

Looking at the relatively ordinary decoration inside the house, Morpheus exclaimed, "Ha!" "I thought the decoration would be more exaggerated."

"why?"

"It just occurred to me that it was somewhat inappropriate for your status."

Roman stared at Morpheus for a while, then suddenly asked, "How can I be consistent with my identity?"

"For example, how about making a Solomon's triangle on the wall?"

Roman narrowed his eyes and laughed, "What are you talking about?"

Morpheus sat casually aside, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Huh? Didn't you come to me just to talk about this?"

Roman was silent for a moment before he said, "How did you know?"

"I said the Creator God told me this, do you believe it?"

"The God of Creation?" Roman didn't know how to react after hearing this reason.

Morpheus then said, "Or maybe you think I'm good at astrology and figured it out."

Roman smiled and said, "This reason is a bit more convincing than the previous one."

Morpheus sighed, lamenting that no one believed the truth, but people believed lies, and that lier was the wise King Solomon.

However, Morpheus also knew what the other party meant, so he asked directly: "You called me here, it must be something very important, tell me."

"I am King Solomon, as you already know."

"Wow! You're King Solomon?!"

Roman looked at Morpheus silently, looking at the exaggerated expression on Morpheus's face, silently and speechlessly.

Morpheus immediately put away his exaggerated expression, raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"Don't you already know this? Why are you exaggerating so much?"

"You look like you're worried about something, so I'll try to cheer you up." Morpheus smiled.

"Thank you. I'm indeed a little happier." Roman smiled and then said, "I can now confirm that the system I created back then had a serious error. It developed self-awareness and started its own plan..."

"Are you trying to say that the current human incineration, transporting themselves to ancient times in order to replace Gaia and become the first, or even the only, god of this planet, is a magical system you created when you were King Solomon?"

Roman nodded gently. "Yes, your discussion with Jason gave me some ideas. If I extrapolate a little, I can deduce their plan. Their goal is to send themselves to an ancient planet, just after its birth, or even before it is fully formed, so that their consciousness can become the only existence."

At this point, Roman lowered his head helplessly. "I think they resent me, thinking I'm irresponsible and chose my own life without taking responsibility. Maybe they just think they should take the blame, and this is all my fault."

"Can you please stop being so stubborn?"

Roman raised his head and looked at Morpheus.

"When did humanity become so fragile that it needed something like this to save it? When did it become so fragile that it needed to be shouldered by a King Solomon?"

Morpheus looked at Roman and smiled, "Who do you think you are?"

Roman opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

"Do you think you are the Son of God? You must understand that there is only one Son of God who bore the sins of mankind, and that is Jesus! As for you, King Solomon, you are not worthy."

It was the first time that Roman saw someone know his identity, or rather, it was the first time that Roman was said this to his face in his history as King Solomon.

"I think I deserve it more than you."

This sentence sounds even more shameless.

But Roman didn't know how to refute it, because he couldn't refute it.

Because Morpheus had done something he had never done, and he had seen the effect with his own eyes.

"At least I'm still imitating Jesus and trying to be as close to him as possible, right?"

Morpheus used the magic of sanctification to transform himself into the Son of God. During this process, stigmata appeared on his body, he carried the cross of sin behind him, and his hands were pierced, just to bear everything.

Since you want to perform the technique of becoming a son of God, you naturally have to imitate these behaviors.

It was indeed right for Morpheus to get it, and Morpheus was more qualified to bear everything than King Solomon.

"But I'm definitely too lazy to bear it." Morpheus chuckled, "After all, I'm not the real Son of God. I'm just a magician, a magician who pursues the ultimate mystery."

"The root? This is every magician's goal."

“No, I have actually come into contact with the source. I did so during the Age of Gods. After winning the Holy Grail War, I also relied on the power of the Holy Grail. Unfortunately, neither of those things allowed me to access the mysteries I wanted to.

"I can only explore my own path. This kind of mystery cannot be revealed by the source. Or rather, the source is even rejecting me. It cannot record me. The source can only record a part of me. So, I actually have no interest in the source anymore."

"This is the first time I've heard of what you said. You didn't record it in your report."

"There's no point in writing it down. I don't think others would understand this situation. It might even cause problems for some magicians. The root of their supposed omnipotence turns out not to be omnipotent. This kind of change in concept is no joke. So it's better not to write it down."

Morpheus sighed and continued, "To be honest, I belong to a mysterious magic society. However, in this case, I was also invited to become a priest. Although I ultimately refused, I do agree with one of their philosophies."

"You said."

"Look, I'm a pastor now, and you're a lost person. You're telling me about your troubles. I'm just a child of God, with the same status as you, listening to your troubles. We're equals, and I won't convey these words to God because it's unnecessary."

"Are you trying to say that you're just a listener so I can speak out, but actually, if I really want to convey my thoughts to God, then I should go to the priest? Not you?"

"No, I mean that each of us has a connection with God, and you can talk to God on your own. Remember, I mean that everyone should do the same."

"This is a Protestant theory. I didn't expect you actually believe in Protestantism?"

"No, no, no, I don't, but I like this doctrine." Morpheus smiled. "Anyone can communicate with God, so why should that guy make decisions for others? Is he worthy?"

Morpheus said this and looked at Roman again. Although he didn't say anything, Roman could already see the meaning in Morpheus' eyes.

"I really don't deserve it."

"That's right. Since you don't deserve it, then you're worried and scared about this kind of thing, and think it's all your fault. You have nothing better to do than to eat your fill!"

"Okay, now that you've come to terms with it, let's continue our discussion. What are your thoughts on the current situation? I mean, you don't have to consider suicide. You can continue to be an ordinary person and live a normal life. Let's discuss how to solve this problem."

Roman felt a lot more relaxed at this moment. The thought that always made him feel that "it's all my fault" was dispelled by Morpheus' words.

"This is my trump card. If there's really no other way, you can rely on me to get a chance. However, I've carefully studied what you said and discovered something."

"You said."

"Since he wants to turn back time to its beginning, the energy consumed must be enormous. I analyzed those auras and discovered one thing: the power of each light is comparable to the unleashing of the Sword of Promised Victory."

"You're talking about this, I know."

"You've already discovered this?"

"Well, I discovered it when I went up to study it."

Roman took a deep breath and looked at Morpheus helplessly: "Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"Wait for you to come find me!"

Looking at Morpheus who had an expression that said "I won't tell you anything unless you're honest with me", Roman tried hard to suppress the urge to get angry.

He then said, "Although he will definitely retain some of his energy as a precaution, such as to stop those who sabotage his plans or to prevent him from running out of energy after some unexpected events, we can also use it to carry out our plan."

"I understand what you mean. You want me to start by destroying his aura. As long as his energy doesn't reach the level required to accomplish his goal, his plan will be considered a failure."

"Yes, that's what I meant."

"So, in other words, I'm going to clash with hundreds of millions of swords that have sworn victory."

Roman nodded. He also knew that this request was difficult, very difficult.

As a result, Morpheus clapped his hands.

"That's quite simple, too simple!"

Roman blinked. “Easy?!”

He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

Fighting against hundreds of millions of Swords of Promised Victory, is this a simple matter?!

"Although we can dismantle them one by one, don't forget that once we start, he will know. So our chances are slim. We must dismantle enough apertures before he reacts!"

"I know, it'll only take a moment. No problem!" Morpheus patted Roman's shoulder and smiled. "Leave it to me. I'll make the mastermind question his life!"

Chapter 164 Dream

She was a girl who looked less than 140 cm tall, with light blond hair and a proud look on her face.

Her name is Levinia Birdwing, and she is the leader of the Dawn of Morning, a magical society that inherited the knowledge of the Golden Dawn and is a descendant of the Golden Dawn.

Although she is only 12 years old, she possesses extremely strong magical knowledge and strength, and is truly the best in the society.

Next to her was a blond man who looked serious.

His name is Mark Speth, he is the second-in-command of Dawn of the Morning and Leivinia's assistant.

"Morpheus, as the second-in-command of the organization, I have a very important task for you!" Leivinia smiled and shook the documents in her hand. Then, these documents unfolded and appeared around the three people.

"Second in command? Isn't Mark the second in command?" Morpheus muttered.

"You're also the second-in-command. Mark is more of a secretary to me," Levinia said, then turned to Morpheus, "As for you, don't you like to act alone? You're also strong enough, so you're a special agent."

Morpheus shrugged and didn't say much.

"This time, our mission requires us to deal with a group of crazy magicians. They possess the original magic book, 'The Mysterious Lord's Seven Chapters Secret Scripture'. They intend to use this magic book to open the path to immortality and cultivate what the Easterners call an immortal body."

Morpheus frowned: "Why don't they go find Baopuzi?"

Leivinia laughed. "That would require them to get their hands on it. It's said that the contents of this book can indeed grant immortality, but the price is quite high."

"Ghouls, I know." Morpheus shrugged, "But it's not that simple, right? They have to summon the ghouls first, right?"