Huh? Are they all real?...

"Because I don't know either, brother."

Moen felt that he must be missing some very important memories.

It may even be more than just about the white calamity.

But regarding Moen's honesty.

Prophet, however, grew increasingly out of control and roared:

"Impossible! How could you not know? You are the one our mother loves most! She would give you anything you wanted! How could you not know?"

"If you don't want to answer, you don't have to say all this nonsense!"

Looking at Prophet, who was becoming increasingly out of control.

Moen could only emphasize once again:

“I have no reason to lie to you at this point, Prophet. I really don’t know how to answer all of this myself.”

Moen's answer plunged the atmosphere into silence.

Prophet scrutinized every subtle detail of Moen's expression.

They were trying to find the answer in this way.

Unfortunately, he found himself still in fear of his brother, whose wisdom and experience accumulated over four eras were of no help to him when his mind was in turmoil.

So after a moment he turned and asked:

"Then why have you come to see me? Since you were the one who ordered our killing, you're not here for revenge, are you?"

Prophet finally asked a question that Moen could answer.

This made Moen breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Yes, I never intended to cause trouble for any of you because of this. It was what I asked you to do."

"At least that much is certain."

The more Moen communicated with Prophet, the more he realized that while he clearly remembered the beginning of creation, there were always some parts of his memory that were quite ambiguous.

Fortunately, it wasn't like the White Calamity where everything disappeared completely.

No, perhaps that's precisely why it's even more difficult?

Moen suddenly felt a pang of anxiety.

"Since you didn't come here for this reason, and you've imprisoned me here, then you still want to kill me, don't you?"

"But for what reason?"

The problem is the exit, and Prophet provided the answer by asking and answering his own question:

"For the sake of those mortals?"

Prophet was the most notorious of his many eldest sons.

The number of lives he destroyed can be measured in races.

Moen nodded and said:

"Not only for them, but also for myself."

"And for your own sake?"

This statement left Prophet momentarily bewildered, but after a short while, he grasped the essence of the matter.

"Are you worried that my eyes will see something I shouldn't? Because of the ironclad law of the God-King?"

Moen did not answer, but Prophet became even more certain of everything.

"Now you have no rivals who can be called enemies, yet you still make the goddesses unable to see each other."

"So what you're afraid of now is the goddesses themselves."

"You are the king, so you are not afraid that they will harm you, but you are afraid that they will harm each other?"

Prophet spoke with certainty in an inquiring tone.

And in the end.

He suddenly looked at Moen and said:

"So, your condition seems to be much worse than I expected. Otherwise, you wouldn't have to worry about this at all. Because you used to be someone that all of us brothers combined couldn't defeat."

"You've anchored everything here, making it impossible for me to leave. But have you ever considered whether you truly have the upper hand right now?"

Prophet had already walked up to Moen.

Their gazes met at that moment.

"Then may I ask you one last time: can I resist?"

Moen laughed:

"of course."

Moen's answer made Prophet's lips curl into a very high smile.

Following this movement were the illusory hands that had silently reached behind Moen's head.

"Then please allow me to leave for now, brother!"

The illusory hands suddenly grabbed at Moen's eyes.

The eyes took away the eyes; that was something that had happened before, and now he would make it all happen again.

He didn't believe his brother wouldn't know, so he wanted to 'see' the answer himself.

The illusory hands easily pierced into the eye sockets.

With a forceful grasp, the eyes that Prophet longed for were once again returned to his hands.

But just as an immense and unbelievable surprise welled up in his heart, Prophet was astonished to find that he could no longer see.

A sharp pain shot through his eyes, forcing him to cover them and kneel before Moen.

Just as that stone slab shows.

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Looking at Prophet Helios kneeling before him, Moen sighed and said:

"Brother, is there anything else you want to say?"

Moen's visit to Prophet this time was not for purely axioms, so Moen had no intention of lecturing him.

I just wanted to ask if he had anything else to say.

After all, this was probably his only eldest son besides him.

Of course, if that lost history doesn't exist.

Tears of blood were already flowing from Prophet's fingers as he covered his eyes.

It was not the red blood of mortals, but the dazzling, deep blue starlight.

Light was flowing from his fingers like water.

That was proof of his divine status.

Upon hearing this, Prophet looked up in the direction of the voice.

He had already lowered his hands, and the only thing left on his face was his empty eye sockets.

It's not scary, because the deep blue starlight still ripples within it.

There's even a kind of beauty that's so strange it could be described as terrifying.

That must have been very painful, but Prophet didn't seem to care.

His expression had become calm after the initial excruciating pain.

Moen thought for a long time and found that only one word somewhat fit the current state of Prophet.

"So, anything else you want to say, bro?"

Moen repeated the sentence once again.

Prophet, filled with resentment, said:

"why are you?"

"what?"

Moen didn't quite understand his question.

While pressing for answers, he also crouched down in front of Prophet and leaned slightly against him.

The all-seeing eyes are gone, so Prophet is now just a mortal.

He was even a mortal who had lost his eyesight and was now unable to see.

He posed no threat to Moen whatsoever.

“I said, why is it that your mother loves you the most? Just because you were the firstborn? That’s so unfair.”

"You are your mother's child, but so are we. Why are you showing such favoritism?"

This is another question that Moen cannot answer.

If it's just a game, then it's simple, because he's the player, the protagonist, and the entire game world exists for him.

Everything inside should naturally revolve around him.

But this isn't a game; it's all real.

Therefore, he was unable to provide an answer on behalf of the original.

The only response Prophet could receive was silence.

Prophet, still kneeling on the lunar ring, suddenly stretched out his hands and groped for something in front of him.

A moment later, he found what he was looking for: Moen.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief after catching Moen.

"That's wonderful. You're still here, brother."

His feelings toward Moen were incredibly complex.

Fear, dread, longing, admiration—all sorts of emotions were present.

But if I had to say what I felt at that moment, it would definitely be fear.

I'm afraid that in the final moments of my life I'll die alone and unnoticed in such a place, where I can't see anything.

Therefore, only by getting hold of Moen did he have the mindset to continue talking.

This means that he is not alone; his voice and his persistence have someone to confide in.

Moen let him hold him and said:

"Yes, I am right here, Prophet."

After a moment's hesitation, Moen placed his hand in his and said:

"My last brother."

The era of the eldest son has ended, along with all the eldest sons.

Feeling the warmth from his hand, Prophet involuntarily turned his head and neck, trying to face Moen directly.

However, after a short while, having lost his sight, he abandoned this impractical idea.

He then lowered his head and asked:

"Brother, were we wrong? Have we really disappointed Mother, which is why she has never looked at us properly?"

Moen shook his head and said:

“I can’t say you and your people are wrong, but those mortals can. And as for the Primordial One, I’m sorry, brother. I can’t answer you and your people for her sake.”

This was an answer that Moen gave after thinking about it for a long time.

However, Prophet seemed to grasp something and raised his head to ask.