Huh? Are they all real?...

"Just a hair's breadth away, the giant at the very front could have reached out and completely destroyed the ritual, thus ending this absurdity."

Moen nodded and looked at his 'holy remains' and said:

"But I still failed? And then, that one stood up, so everything outside ended?"

"Yes, brother. I completed the ceremony at the last minute."

"The moment your body rises, everything you reshaped from the earth is left behind forever."

Moen's gaze involuntarily drifted down to the remains below the mountain.

Although they are made of clay, they are still orthodox mythical creatures.

And to be able to bring so many mythical creatures that have already disappeared to life.

It seems I had revealed quite a few of my trump cards back then.

So, what is that?

Moen, having turned his gaze away, looked back at the hummingbird and asked:

"I understand, but there's still one thing I don't quite understand."

"Ask away, brother, I will answer you with everything I know."

Moen pointed to the hummingbird, or rather, to the hummingbird that had once been the witch Lilith:

"So what's the deal with Lilith and Eve?"

"You successfully awakened my past 'skeletons.' But in the end, I defeated them, didn't I? So, what's the deal with Lilith? Why did you leave Lilith behind to collect my holy remains after the White Calamity?"

This is the biggest question.

The previous situation could be attributed to a misjudgment due to insufficient information.

But since this world has been cut off...

So why did the hummingbird leave Lilith and Eve behind, who were trying to restart everything?

Moen could also see that it was definitely not a simple creation of the gods; it was an exquisite work of art, so ingenious that it could serve as a vessel for the remains of the saints.

In short, the creation of Lilith was definitely not an accident.

"This is the most crucial question, brother."

"Have you ever thought that if you really ended everything, then why would you keep this place like a prison?"

"Why would you rather choose a new goddess for the survivors here than simply send them away from this cold, white world?"

"Why did you leave such a treasure as the Holy Grail as the key to guarding the gate, even though you've already locked this place up so securely?"

"So, what situation do you think would require you to be so cautious?"

Moen's brows furrowed tightly:

Are you trying to tell me that I'm not 'dead' yet?

As he said this, Moen looked very seriously at the holy remains that the hummingbird had placed on the ground.

That was not only incomplete, but it also showed no sign of coming to fruition.

Besides, if this really is the person I've been trying so hard to guard against.

So why isn't he in this white world inside the door, but scattered around outside the door?

When faced with Moen's question, the hummingbird did not answer Moen directly.

She simply squatted down beside the holy remains, gazing at them, and said:

Do you remember?

"I was the last person to leave that terrible banquet."

Sensing something was very wrong, Moen looked at the hummingbird with extreme vigilance and said:

"Of course I remember. You took away the right hand that was the basis for your resurrection."

"Hmm, you remember? Then have you forgotten that I was only the last person to take the Holy Remains away, not the only one?"

Moen looked down at his hands.

Two people took away the holy remains at that blasphemous feast.

One was the last to leave, taking the hummingbird with it on its right.

The other was the first to leave, taking with him the youngest son who possessed the divine status—that is, himself!

Then, he carefully hid the divine essence he had taken away in the spirit world.

That has never been found by anyone.

Otherwise, not only would there be corresponding records, but he himself would not have been able to use that divine spark to forge Sauron's nineteen rings.

So, what did the hummingbird use to replace the crucial divine status back then?

At first, Moen thought that the massive rituals carved by the hummingbirds, which spanned the world, would automatically grant the relics divine status.

But now, Moen suddenly realized.

The eldest son's divinity comes from the primordial.

That is something that no one, not even the world, can give back.

Because that transcends the limits of this world.

Thinking of this, Moen suddenly looked at the hummingbird and said in shock:

"Could it be you?!"

The hummingbird chuckled and nodded, saying:

"Yes, brother, I actually completed the ritual a long time ago, but I've never been able to succeed. Do you know why?"

"Yes. Because you hid your crucial divine essence, not only can I not find your soul, but I am also missing the divine essence that is the heart of the furnace."

"So my ceremony was delayed again and again and could not be completed. And you finally noticed the problem and came to stop me."

"When the giants you sent were about to destroy everything, I, who could not find where the divine essence was, had no choice but to try a desperate measure."

"I'll gamble with myself—no, not with myself, but with my mother, with the miracles bestowed upon me by the great beginning!"

"After all, the miracle I was given was resurrection!"

"The result was obvious: I succeeded."

“I became your heart, and you successfully got up.”

The hummingbird, which gave everything, became the heart of the sacred remains.

She accomplished a miracle that only she could have done.

However, the price was the extinction of the hummingbird as a species.

"You possess the primordial miracle of resurrection, and you also retain the power of my past. Therefore, you not only have the power to easily destroy the world, but you can't even kill me?"

The hummingbird nodded earnestly and said:

"Yes, you are absolutely right. I have personally created a powerful calamity that cannot be killed."

Moen took a deep breath and looked at the hummingbird in front of him, asking seriously:

"Then let me ask you, are you still the hummingbird I know?"

Under Moen's gaze, the hummingbird gently shook its head and said:

"I'm not anymore. I just have all the memories of the hummingbird. After all, I became the hearth of the eldest son."

"That's not something you can get away with by trickery."

Moen finally realized what was wrong.

Since the hummingbird is long gone, what we see before us is merely a 'malicious thought' with the hummingbird's memories and perceptions?

"You, you are the 'evil thought' of this world? The 'evil thought' born from the inability to forget my death?"

"You could say that, brother."

"So even if I am defeated by you, even if you try every means to divide everything, I will still pursue a fresh start and completeness."

"That's why I created Lilith and Eve."

The hummingbird's call was very calm.

She knew she wasn't a hummingbird, but she lived as a 'hummingbird' because the hummingbird had left her everything.

Overwhelmed with shock, Moen shook his head in disbelief.

He asked the hummingbird, still unable to understand:

"Then why? Why, even now that I'm standing right in front of you, are you still so determined to destroy everything?"

"What kind of declaration do you want? Then I can give it to you now: I don't care about the banquet of betrayal, and I have no resentment towards my brothers or anything in this world."

"Brother, it's not that simple. After all, if it were really that simple, why would it have taken until now?"

The hummingbird chuckled, interrupting Moen's attempt, which he himself knew was doomed to fail.

After letting out a deep sigh, Moen gave up and asked:

"So what exactly is it that makes you absolutely unwilling to give up?"

Faced with Moen's final question.

The hummingbird tilted its head and glanced at Moen.

He said to Moen:

"Brother, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"This is the world your mother created for you. Everything in this world must obey your commands."

"Then why, under such circumstances, does the world harbor such resentment without your permission?"

The hummingbird's body appeared severely distorted and deformed in front of Moen.

It seems that she was telling her brother something she couldn't say.

"This malice comes from the mother!"

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That malice comes from the very beginning.

When the answer is revealed.

The distortion and blurring that had enveloped the hummingbird also disappeared.

Now that the answer has been given, there is no need to continue.

After all, this is actually a very obvious answer.

It's obvious, but no one has ever thought of it this way before.

In order to preserve the existence of this world, it voluntarily entered into eternal slumber.

This is a consensus among everyone, so naturally, no one would think that such malice would come from the Creator who has fallen into eternal slumber.

Even so, this is still quite surprising.

After all, that's the Creator!

"How could it be the original one?"

Even Moen blurted out those words without thinking.

The hummingbird, no longer in that distorted state, looked at Moen and smiled:

"How could we not? You don't think we can compare to you, do you? Brother, you really lack self-awareness."

"And Mother didn't need to put too much effort into designing all of this. She is the creator, the one who made all of this."

"Even the slightest emotional outburst, if she doesn't deliberately process it, is unimaginable to us and the world."

Before the hummingbird was no longer a collapsing snow mountain, but a calm pool of water.

With a slight bewilderment, she took a blank piece of paper from nothingness and folded it into a small boat.