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The gates of heaven froze instantly.

Michael fell silent.

If this guy becomes the King of Hell, and is infused with the Hell Dimension, he can quickly awaken or grow stronger. Hell might truly become bigger and more powerful, achieving new glory...

next moment.

A crack appeared in the door, radiating boundless holy light, revealing a trace of endless brilliance and a dazzling dream world. A purer beam of holy light was thrown out, then quickly closed, leaving no gap.

"Is that all? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

When Rosser took a look, he found it was less than one ten-thousandth of what he had just received. Who was he trying to fool with such a small amount?

He looked up.

The gates of heaven have faded rapidly; without saying a word, they slammed the door shut and vanished.

I guess they're afraid of being blamed, so they probably won't (daring not) show up again.

Christian: "......"

"Hey, I have such a bad temper!"

Rother flapped his four wings, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to charge forward. Then, under the expectant gaze of the Gates of Hell, he turned back.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm a magnanimous person and won't stoop to Michael's level."

He had just vaguely discerned that Michael was at least a powerful figure who transcended the concept of a "main god," and that he was merely a pseudonym for Type-Moon, capable of ascending to a higher dimension at any time.

You can't kill him, but you can probably use him as a bowling ball.

You break into someone's house and get beaten up, with nowhere to seek justice. However, it seems that most of the gods in the Type-Moon series are indeed either Orderly Good or Chaotic Good.

"Tch, you think I care... Oh well, it's better than nothing... Wait, um?"

Rother suddenly paused as he shoved the holy light into the outer shell.

This holy light may look small, but it's actually an egg, or a seed... the kind that can grow into a branch of Heaven!

It's hard to say how much Heavenly Dao Jade this level of treasure is worth. In any case, not counting his world, all his current assets probably wouldn't be enough to make up for it.

"..."

In other words, that old Deng... would rather I open a branch office to compete with him than let me join the company?

That's incredibly insulting.

Rother was indignant, then grinned and put away the Seed of Heaven.

This thing could find a universe without a heaven and directly create a heavenly dimension.

Moreover, once the analysis is complete, they can set up their own production line to compete with the parent company.

Rosser was overjoyed.

So people have to be thick-skinned. If you're not, you'll miss out on so much good food. Even pigeons will be afraid of you if you're thick-skinned.

Subsequently.

With the seed of heaven planted, the wings that Rother had hastily created became firmly established.

After all, he was a four-winged angel, a high position among the billions of angels in Heaven. A mere 100,000 Heavenly Jade Coins were only worthy of temporary status.

Now, he is essentially possessed by the power of a supreme god, even though he is not a true four-winged high-ranking angel.

This business trip was absolutely worthwhile; it was a huge success.

"By the way, Satan, look how generous Michael is, don't you want to do something...? Where is he?"

Rother thought of something and looked back, only to find that the Gates of Hell had vanished without a trace.

He immediately curled his lip and said, "Serves you right for being a loser. You didn't even know to invest in such a good stock."

But it doesn't matter, he wouldn't even look at Satan's stuff.

He turned around with a broad smile and saw a group of followers looking down at their noses, their eyes lowered and their expressions submissive, as if they were searching for ants on a barren ground.

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Rother, I am eighteen years old, and as you can see, I am a human."

"..."

Gudako stopped jumping around. Even though she wanted to complain so badly she was about to explode, she still carefully studied the ants fighting on the ground that no one else could see.

There was nothing she could do. He had risen to become a powerful figure who could chat and laugh with Satan and the de facto ruler of Heaven. She suddenly felt a pathetic wall separating them, and almost cried out in a trembling voice, "Master..."

As for humans?

Of course, whatever the big shot says goes.

The group of Servants were a little flustered.

By the way, won't I be silenced?

So Lord Rother was also an angel, a high-ranking one at that. Judging from his tone, he was once an archangel before God? At least a seraphim, one of the highest-ranking angels. No wonder Satan was so eager to invite him, and even clearly wanted to step down.

And then there's Michael, the King of Light... Could it be that he's trying to prevent his former colleague from continuing his job, fearing it might threaten his own position as general manager?

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. The world seemed so dark, even the radiant heaven, with its godlike vice-ruler, was so gloomy...

A group of Servants lowered their heads and looked on anxiously, wondering why they hadn't returned yet. Wasn't the matter resolved? What were the Counter Forces doing?

"It seems you have different opinions~~ I've always been very democratic and committed to listening to opinions. Don't be shy, just say whatever you think."

Rosser asked with a kind and gentle expression.

"No, no, we have no objection."

"Yes, yes, angel... oh, Lord Rother, whatever you say goes."

Mashu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

From what she had seen before, only the outer skin of Rother resembled a human.

But angels and all that...

"Rother, are you really human?"

Joan of Arc was overjoyed.

Roser had just asked Heaven for a position, and even specifically asked for one for them, so she was quite happy.

"Of course, I am the fruit of my father and mother's love, a one-of-a-kind miracle in the world, how could I...?"

Rother hovered above the ground, clad in a magnificent white robe with gold lace, his body radiating divine light. Four splendid and noble wings spread out, and he bowed his head with God's loving-kindness towards humanity: "...Doesn't it look like it?"

Everyone: "......"

Sorry, I can't see anything human-like about it.

It must be said that the Kingdom of Heaven system after the New Testament era truly understands that people are visual creatures and how important presentation is.

With his current image, he could stand anywhere and have a whole bunch of people kneel down in awe.

"Well, since you've figured it out, I won't hide it anymore."

Rother said with a nostalgic look, "Yes, I did have a position in Heaven, and it wasn't low. Michael used to have to follow me around and call me 'Big Brother'... But, those days are best left unsaid."

He didn't dare say much, afraid that old man would suddenly appear and beat him up.

He's not stupid.

I guessed that Michael probably thought he was the incarnation or past life of that big shot, since his essence was similar.

Otherwise, given the Heavenly Kingdom's stinginess, where would they get so many benefits?

However, it's not entirely wrong. If he lies still and grows naturally, he won't be inferior to Michael in the future. This refers to Michael's true form as a corporate slave in some unknown universe.

It's just that it might be a long time ago; the lifespan of a universe is probably not even visible.

However, now that the First Cause has locked onto fate, the Time-based Source can unleash an infinite attack, potentially dealing a significant blow to Michael. But the Type-Moon universe probably won't be able to, and he will fall into a deep sleep, possibly only reviving after many years.

It's a trump card that results in mutual destruction and longevity.

Michael was probably so agreeable because he foresaw the possibility of taking action.

"In short, when I woke up, my hometown had left on its own, saying it had gone on a long journey. The people on Mount Ling had changed, and I didn't recognize a single one of them. Fortunately, I also had a position in Heaven, though it wasn't a high one—just an archangel, not much different from a seraphim."

I'm only telling you this, don't tell anyone else, God doesn't care at all. Heaven is just Michael who controls everything, jealous of talent and ability, eliminating dissidents, and suppressing old-timers like me... blah blah blah..."

After belittling Michael's character (fearing a beating), Roser praised his combat prowess, still not quite finished, and concluded, "Anyway, the destruction of humanity is making the big shots very unhappy. What's so interesting about a mere new species compared to humans, a species embodying all seven sins, constantly caught in love, hate, and infighting? It's not a big deal, but I happened to have some free time, so I came down for a stroll..."

Is this why the gods love humanity?

The Servants are having a bit of a headache.

Well, it should be a good thing... right?

"Alright..."

Rosser glanced at the sky and, finding no reaction, sent another coordinate to Joan of Arc. Holding the saintess's soft hand, he said, "Don't worry, it's not a big problem. Since you won't let me choose the leader, I'll create a new Heaven. Joan of Arc, you'll still have a position, and I'll even give you a high-ranking angel position. You can enjoy ultimate happiness every day, and watch humans kill each other for fun. Life will be very comfortable."

Since Old Deng didn't react, he's definitely stuck with this sassy blond guy.

"No need. Angels and such are dead, so they shouldn't exist... Also, I won't watch humans kill each other. I will make a fair judgment: let the invaders perish, and let the victims make amends..."

Miss Joan of Arc blushed and tried to pull her hand away, but how could she possibly withstand the power of an angel?

Yes, it's definitely not that she didn't use enough force.

But I still can't help but fantasize about what I would do if I became an angel...

“I say I want it, so listen to me. Even Ort can modify the records of the Throne of Heroes (souls), so it’s even simpler for me.”

Rother waved his hand domineeringly and looked at Mash and Martha: "Of course, Mash and Martha are the same."

Martha hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

We don't seem to have that kind of relationship, do we?

Is this really an angel?

"what about me?"

Gudako's eyes widened.

Where are our good brothers? Even dogs get government jobs and land positions, but I'm left out, huh?

"The inhibitory force is urging me on; I have to go. Don't worry, if you miss me or encounter any danger, just call me and I'll be there anytime."

Rother reached out and grabbed Jeanne Alter, who had been trying to escape, from afar. A ray of holy light shot out, and in an instant, a magnificent golden cup was ripped from Jeanne Alter's body.

"Hey, I'm the one who's got the advantage in this singularity, but you'll have to rely on yourselves for the next one."

He handed over the Holy Grail, stroking Mash's hair and smiling.

"I see...."

Mash lowered her head and rested it against Rosser's chest.

As one of the most emotional and easily won-over girls, she felt extremely reluctant to part at this moment.

"See you next time then."

A dazzling beam of pure white holy light shone down, and Rosser folded his wings, slowly rising within the pillar of light.

As for Gudako, what Gudako?

You'd better complete this task properly.

A thousand souls? His debts aren't so easy to owe. Nine out of thirteen return, and interest compoundes are the foundation... Soon there will be a kingdom in heaven that needs to be filled, and even more so, it needs souls.

"Luo Jun..."

The purple-haired eggplant looked up blankly, its beautiful purple eyes reflecting Rosser's figure.

Until the beam of light converged and suddenly dispersed, turning into countless beautiful specks of light.

She and Joan of Arc reluctantly looked away.

"We should go too..."

Regardless of whether they had been enemies in the past, the Servants scattered various colored spiritual particles and smiled at each other with a sense of relief: "That scared me to death just now. That kind of secret... we have absolutely no desire to know it."

It was all powerful figures capable of interfering with the Throne of Heroes; these little people were truly trembling with fear.

"Goodbye, Marian, Martha..."

Mashu and Gudako waved goodbye: "Goodbye, Siegfried, although you were completely useless. Oh, and you guys, it's okay if you don't know your names."