Huh? Are they all real?...

This was obviously something that couldn't be said out loud, so Moen's outward response was simply a calm reply:

"You can try, Prophet."

After staring at each other for a moment, the contest that had barely begun after that one word, "my brother," came to a complete end.

"You surprise me more and more, Trajan. I also understand now why it was you."

After saying this, He sat back down.

Then he asked Moen:

"You seem to know many secrets that you shouldn't know, so do I need to elaborate?"

Theoretically, what the other party knows, Moen also knows.

But Moen wasn't sure about that, after experiencing so much, he couldn't be certain whether his memories were truly without any problems.

Especially since Moen has already made it clear that he has lost a part of his memory.

So Moen simply said:

"I think even if someone who comes later knows a lot, they probably don't know as much as the person involved. Since you want to cooperate, please elaborate in detail, such as what exactly happened and what kind of cooperation you are seeking!"

Prophet nodded and said:

“You know ‘He’, right? The true firstborn son, our elder brother, the true supreme being whom we have personally hidden in the secret corner of history.”

"I only know a little bit, really just a little bit!"

Moen lied through his teeth with complete composure.

He even raised his hand and gestured with his fingertips.

Whether Prophet believed or not, no one knows. He simply glanced at Moen and said:

"If it really is just a little bit, then your calmness is truly surprising."

The fact that the eldest sons had an eldest son before them was something that many ancient gods did not know.

But He didn't delve deeper and continued speaking:

"In short, above us, besides our Creator, there is a brother who reigns over us."

"Or rather, in most cases, it is He who leads us."

When Prophet recalled his brother, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

He had so many memories of Him that he wanted to tell others.

To this day, he doesn't even know whether they were right or wrong back then.

“In the beginning, our mother was someone we could hardly ever see. Only He could see the mother at any time, and He was undoubtedly the most beloved child of the mother.”

“I even remember one of my brothers who went to great lengths to present his mother with all sorts of exquisite gifts in order to win her favor and see her again.”

"But his mother paid him no attention at all. She had hardly ever looked at him since she created him."

At this point, he couldn't help but lower his head.

"It's pretty much the same for us. We rarely see our mothers, and we can't find them. Unless..."

He looked up at Moen and said:

“Unless it is by His side, only He, only He is the child loved by His mother, and only He can see His mother at any time. It is not even that He goes to find His mother, but that He speaks and His mother appears by His side!”

"And we, we cannot! No matter what we do, we will never see our mother, even if we create one race after another and cultivate one civilization after another like our mother, and the result will be the same!"

He suddenly became emotional as he spoke of this.

The emotions that had been silent for four eras erupted in a way that even he himself could not understand when he finally had a listener.

“We guide all things according to Mother’s expectations, making one region after another prosperous and thriving. Some of our brothers have even created a beautiful kingdom that amazes us all. It is a heavenly kingdom that even I think is no better than the ideal country!”

"That was the first time I felt it was a miracle even my mother couldn't achieve! We all thought that if we gave it to her as a gift, she would be happy, she would come to see us, and then say to our brother, 'My child, you are my pride!'"

"I still remember when that beautiful country was completed, all of us rushed to congratulate our brothers and eagerly anticipated that our mother would come to see us."

“We want to show her what her children have accomplished.”

But she didn't come!

This extreme excitement surprised even Moen.

And his cathartic outburst continued, not stopping:

"But Mother came in the end, not to congratulate us for the miracle we had performed, nor even to punish us for our utter disappointment in ruining everything."

"That was only because of our brother, the only brother who received our mother's love!"

"When He heard that we had destroyed everything, He rushed over and pierced His own fingertip, exchanging His own blood for the reconstruction of the destruction."

At this point, he gave a self-deprecating smile and looked at Moen, saying:

"And then do you know what happened?"

"Yes, Mother came. She appeared in a panic because our brother had only pricked his fingertip!"

“Before that, we had brothers who cut off their own heads and turned them into lighthouses to illuminate the world, and she never asked a question or even looked at them. But when her most beloved child pricked his own fingertip and made a wound that almost healed immediately, she came.”

"That was the first time I saw the expression a mother should have when her child is hurt!"

On his face, self-mockery and inferiority were like ink stains spreading in water, the marks deep and heavy, as if to carve an indelible pain on his face for a lifetime.

Of course, it's also possible that it was already engraved long ago, but is only being revealed now.

"But that's not because of us."

He is the most honorable eldest son in the world.

But at this moment, he was like a pitiful child who had been completely forgotten and ruthlessly abandoned.

Chapter 354 The Perfect City (3k)

Prophet's voice plunged Moen into a long silence.

Moen remembered some of what he said very clearly, while others seemed quite vague.

For example, he clearly remembered each of his eldest sons, but he felt very vague about everything he said.

There's even a type where you have absolutely no recollection of it before he mentions it, but after he does, it feels like there's something to it.

But Moen remembered the beautiful city he mentioned.

It was indeed the most beautiful city he had ever seen, a masterpiece that exhausted imagination and creativity.

Many cities created by Moen afterward referenced it to varying degrees, but none were as exquisite and beautiful as it.

Moen even gave it a name—the City of Perfection.

He also remembered that it was later destroyed by the eldest sons, but Moen couldn't recall why it was destroyed.

He just remembered that he felt it was such a waste, so he went and restored it.

but

Moen interrupted him for the first time, saying:

"The Perfect City, right? I remember the Perfect City eventually disappeared. How did it disappear?"

Yes, the perfect city was ultimately gone, but Moen remembered that it didn't seem to be destroyed because of the Apocalyptic War or historical changes.

He nodded in response to Moen's question:

"Yes, the perfect city, that's the name He gave it, and that makes us even more confident that Mother will definitely come to see it."

After shaking his head in disappointment, he said:

"The perfect city was indeed destroyed in the end."

"That was also the first time I saw my mother angry. She questioned us very seriously about why we hurt our brother?"

"The reshaping of the perfect city was instantaneous, but the mother's anger was difficult to quell."

“She made us all kneel before that perfectly restored city and reflect on our sins.”

"At the same time, she also completely destroyed the City of Perfection. Because it caused her most beloved child to bleed and be injured. Even if it was just a small wound that disappeared in the blink of an eye, it was the result of almost all of my brother's hard work."

The noble eldest son had completely slumped his head at this moment.

All his pride vanished in his words and memories.

"Mother materialized her anger, and divine punishment descended from the sky. Countless deep blue pillars of light fell from the clouds, destroying not only the Perfect City but also whipping up sandstorms that battered us all. The ash from the sky almost buried us completely."

Hearing this, Moen paused for a moment, then asked seriously:

"Let me ask you, are you sure that was done by the original?"

Without looking up, he said:

"of course."

"Um, are you sure that the Primordial One made you kneel outside the City of Perfection to reflect on your mistakes, and then she sent down divine punishment from the sky to destroy the City of Perfection, so that you were forced to kneel outside the City of Perfection and watch it all happen?"

Moen's reaction made him raise his head slightly and say:

"Of course, although countless ages have passed, I was there at that time. Although it was not my creation, and although we eventually parted ways, at that time, it was the blood and sweat of my brother, so it is like my own flesh and blood that I remember it to this day."

How could I forget?

Finally, Moen heard him say in an almost pleading tone:

"Or do you have another answer?"

What should have been an angry question was instead filled with pleading.

His mother's anger and favoritism seemed to still be hard for him to accept. So much so that he even hoped Moen could give him a different answer, even if it was just a lie.

Moen found it hard to believe that this was the voice of Prophet, after all, he had directly destroyed an entire race for the victory of the Apocalypse, and that was even a creation he himself had created that had never betrayed him.

After a moment's hesitation, Moen finally spoke:

"No, no, it just doesn't feel like something the original would do."

"Hehe, you don't think so either? Yes, how could a mother's favoritism towards her child reach this point?"

No, I meant that sounds like something I would do.

After all, this is such a tribute to Warhammer.

But this is obviously something that can't be told to the other party.

Otherwise, Moen was afraid that if he said it, the other party would immediately go crazy.

Moreover, after thinking about it, Moen still felt that it was probably just a coincidence.

It just so happens to be called the Perfect City, and it just so happens to be destroyed, and it just so happens that the person who created the Perfect City knelt outside the city to reflect on his actions and watched the Perfect City be destroyed.

And coincidentally, they all ended up rebelling.

O Origin Above, what a coincidence!

But this can only be a coincidence. Although it looks like a tribute that I would do, I wouldn't torture my brothers who haven't done anything big yet just for the sake of a tribute.

Furthermore, Yuan Chu shouldn't have known that he was the one who knew, and besides, he was the one who chose the name Perfect City.

So it must be a coincidence, right?

Between the two, one was deeply immersed in self-mockery and loneliness, while the other was trapped in self-doubt.

Moen's conversation with Prophet did indeed reveal some previously unknown information, but it also left him increasingly confused.

Perhaps the previous emotional outburst allowed Prophet to finally release a large amount of pent-up emotions, or perhaps he was simply exhausted.

In short, Prophet had now returned to his previous calm.

He was neither dejected nor agitated; he simply spoke calmly to Moen:

"Trajan, I'm sorry to tell you a lot of irrelevant things. Although they are indeed related to Him, they are so distant that they seem to have little to do with Him."

Moen shook his head and said:

"It's okay, I'm happy to know things I don't know."

The other party, however, countered with a question for Moen:

"Your behavior is not that of someone who came after you, Trajan. How much do you really know?"