That perverted Divine General will resurrect!

This is its purpose. This is its plan! This is the most disgusting part of it!!

Ha! Thus, he can continue to toy with the world's pawns to satisfy his whims!

But I am different. I love humans. I love you mortals. I wish for you all to live beautiful lives, where you can have the chance to realize the deepest wishes buried within your hearts, one by one. I am a supporter of humans, I am a protector of humanity, I am the emancipator of mankind! I am a god who loves humanity!

Perhaps, the last god who truly loves humans.

All I need are the three scrolls in your hand, and nothing more. Then, the brilliance of magic power will shine forth and descend once again upon the mortal realm, benefiting every creature!

Replacing that repulsive Magic God, you will have a New God, powerful yet humble, breathtakingly beautiful. All ugliness will be driven from the world, and all humanity will be completely liberated! The entire world will adore me, worship me! I will bring humanity a perfect new world!

The most perfect!

Anyone, in the face of science, can grasp their own power; such knowledge equivalent to magic will no longer be the exclusive property of a few, nor will it be a gift bestowed only when the gods are in a benevolent mood. It will become a tool, like the plow replacing slash-and-burn agriculture, changing the entire face of the world!

Now, mage, mortal. What do you say?"

The serpent's words cannot be said to lack emotion, and coupled with the divine power exuding from him, a force overwhelming all things comes forth. Accompanied by his speech, with each surge in tone, countless dazzling rays and unending waves of scorching air flow from behind him, leaving the mage as if caught in a sea of tempestuous waves. Amidst the chaotic waves, Lynch finds it difficult to move a step, but when listening quietly, he can find a piece of safety in this storm. "Those who believe in me can obtain all things under heaven."—this is the true meaning hidden within all of the serpent's words.

Common people might already be crying bitterly, repenting why they hadn't cleared their eyes clouded by lies and misunderstandings sooner, and why they hadn't bowed before the New Sun God from the very beginning. In the hearts of these people, no matter how rich their past desires were, from this moment on, allowing the serpent to rule the world, ascending to the throne of the Supreme God, will become their lifetime goal.

Even if it means throwing the entire world into the furnace center, they will not hesitate.

Lynch fell into deep thought. The serpent's words cannot be said to be without reason, and what's even more compelling to the mage is that mysterious scientific power. The human's greatest nature, curiosity, which is the driving force for this species to prosper and develop in the world, is impacting Lynch's rationality, tempting him to nod in agreement. Undoubtedly, for a mage who has mastered the strongest true-name power, for a traveler who has seen countless planes' diverse cultures, for Lynch, one of the few in the world who completely grasps his destiny and understands and controls mana, curiosity might be his only weakness.

The serpent has targeted precisely this point.

The serpent remains silent, watching Lynch intently. Success or failure hinges on the next moment; once the mage nods in assent or rejects with a shake, that will be the final result. Whether he gains a powerful opponent or a reliable ally, whether he can smoothly realize his desires, whether his grand ambitions can become reality, all depends on whether his words just now can truly move Lynch.

The stars in the sky slowly slide to one side, hidden amidst the dazzling spectacle are the marks left by countless gods on the celestial screen. It is said that no god can accurately know their position, and thus no creature can truly grasp the future. However, as shooting stars streak across the sky, shining with golden light, falling into the endless distance of the Lunia Sea, their fate remains unknown.

Even gods can be moved by this legend, feeling melancholy whenever a shooting star traverses.

Ultimately, Lynch looked up, there was no longer any confusion in his eyes—he had made his final decision.

In a corner of the firmament unnoticed by others, a new star, not yet fully shining, elongated its form in the blink of an eye, slipping from behind the dazzling stellar cluster, hiding at the juncture of the sky and sea. No astrologer has recorded this star destined for greatness, thus all "prophets" trying to foretell the destiny of divinity cannot grasp the tides of history.