Chapter 389: The Primordial God

Chapter 389: The Primordial God

The beings from the Mirror World also possessed the emotions of their originals.

When Empress Roselle heard the familiar word “homeland” and her daughter Bernadette’s name, and saw the Wishing Lamp that she had given to Bernadette in Luque’s hand, she chose to defy Qic, the Master of the Mirror World.

Qic, dressed in a black bone skirt, rapidly approached Luque. She felt her connection to the Mirror World and to the original Qic growing weaker, granting her more freedom of movement, and her smile grew even brighter.

As a product of the fusion between the dark side of the original Qic and the First Creator of the Mirror World, she possessed a much stronger sense of self compared to the weakened, spirit-energy-lacking positive aspect of the Blood Emperor Tudor.

“I never thought I’d have this chance.”

Amon’s eyes flickered as he watched the Flame Giant, who had almost stopped moving, raise a hand to adjust his monocle.

Countless Chronoworms burst from his body and rushed toward the Flame Giant.

Parasitism!

Parasitizing a higher being was usually impossible, like a Puppet Master trying to control a demigod or an angel with Spirit Threads—it just wasn’t realistic.

While abilities that worked well at the same level, they were still too difficult to be effective against a higher being, who could easily resist and break free.

But what if the other side had almost no resistance?

If one could truly parasitize a deity-level existence, the title of "Blasphemer" would be well-deserved.

Sizzle—

A destructive orange glow surged from within the Flame Giant, an instinctive counterattack.

Large numbers of Chronoworms were killed, their bodies quickly reabsorbed, only to be replaced by new ones invading.

This would be a long process, but if there were no external interruptions, it might just succeed!

Amon’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

For a moment, the Primordial Witch found herself under attack from all sides.

Her black-skirted Qic and Empress Roselle had both rebelled, and the Flame Giant, lacking self-awareness, was beginning to be parasitized by Amon. Her connection to the Chaos Sea weakened, making it difficult to call upon the power of the Five Great Houses or the Chaos Sea itself.

The tide had turned.

“It’s no use, you can’t kill me!”

“Roselle and the other ‘me’ can at most remain neutral. Even if you can weaken me, you can’t completely sever my connection to Them!”

“Amon wants to parasitize a deity, even with little resistance, it would take days! By the time your ‘Divine Descent’ ends, They will return!”

The Primordial Witch’s beautiful face twisted into a grotesque expression, her countless slick, snakelike hair blocking out the sky, their tongues flickering.

Before she could react to turn the tide, a massive cross returned, bringing a flood of shadows and madness, forcing her to angrily wave her hand, unleashing a pale light that turned everything to stone.

———

The shadows and the pale light collided, creating a bizarre spectacle of colors, sounds, light, and heat, as if everything was being uprooted.

This time, the True Creator was on par with the Primordial Witch.

Empress Roselle transformed into a torrent of knowledge, circling around Luque. She had many things to say and many questions to ask, but she knew this was not the time, so she acted as a guard.

Not far away, Qic in the black bone skirt smiled at him with a purity that seemed to cleanse the soul, her cheeks slightly flushed, as if she had developed a fondness for Luque, who had helped her break free.

Amid the intense battle, Luque looked at the endless barrier of gray fog and whistled lightly, as if the things that had held him back no longer existed.

He gently caressed the Wishing Lamp, and the wick ignited silently. The light it emitted was like a thick, flowing stream, rising up to form a blurred, distorted figure of a man in pale gold.

The pale golden figure appeared with a majestic presence, his voice deep and layered with a sense of urgent longing. The Genie had always been waiting for Luque to use all three wishes.

“Speak your second wish!”

Just as he said this, the Genie saw Amon, who was trying to parasitize the Flame Giant, his right eye adorned with a monocle.

The pale golden figure froze, shifted his gaze, and saw the intertwining and chaotic divine powers of shadows and paleness, the torrent of knowledge that surrounded him, and the massive Flame Giant with the orange giant sword in his hand.

Finally, the Genie saw the sea below, a vast expanse that encompassed all colors.

The Genie: “...What have you done!?”

The scene unfolding was not what He had imagined!

"Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon."

Ignoring the Genie's inquiry, Lu Ke's expression turned exceptionally solemn.

He gazed at the sky over the God-Abandoned Land, shrouded in darkness and lightning, as if he could see himself through the barrier, far, far away.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Ke extended his right hand and clenched it, strengthening an invisible connection.

This time, the subject was not someone else, but Lu Ke himself!

He temporarily made his connection to his true self more intimate, truly possessing the status of an Elder.

Then, dreamlike light points emerged, weaving a scene.

In the scene, a chaotic entity emitting an aura that compelled all to kneel moved swiftly. Layers of doors opened and closed around it, and grayish-white mist enveloped it from all sides, gradually sealing it in.

Sensing the danger and realizing it was difficult to escape, the chaotic entity transformed into a figure crowned with a majestic aura, its form blurry. It issued a resounding, layered Edict.

"Here, the real shall be strengthened, and the false shall be weakened!"

As the Edict was issued, the layers of doors and the grayish-white mist began to fade.

But then, a hazy, indistinct voice followed closely.

"The true can become false, the false can become true, the Venerable Sovereign of the Mysterious Yellow Heaven..."

This segment of the scene, where the majestic chaotic entity issued the Edict, was extracted and reweaved by the dreamlike light points, reappearing across millennia.

The mysterious reenactment, the Chaos Edict!

With the status of an Elder and the power of a True Deity, Lu Ke recreated the Edict used by the Child of Chaos in the battle against the Master of Mysterium. Although it might not match the original, it was not far off.

"Here, the real shall be strengthened, and the false shall be weakened!"

The intangible Edict spread to every corner of the God-Abandoned Land, its immense binding force causing the Primordial Witch, who was in a fierce battle with the True Creator and trying to delay time, to pale.

The Mirror Beings were illusions!

The Flame Giant's orange flames, which seemed capable of destroying everything, suddenly contracted. Empress Roselle was forced to transform from a flood of knowledge into human form, and Qic, dressed in a black bone skirt, saw her aura rapidly diminish.

The three Mirror Beings, in terms of both power and status, instantly fell a notch.

Ammun's eyes lit up, sensing the prolonged Parasitism process accelerate, needing less than ten minutes to turn Tudor into his toy.

Just then, he heard Lu Ke's voice.

"My second wish is that all mirror entities temporarily disappear!"

As the voice echoed, the Genie granted this wish.

Empress Roselle, White-Armored Tudor, and Black-Dressed Qic, whose power and status had fallen and who had not resisted, vanished from the battlefield.

Ammun: "..."

He pinched his monocle, giving Lu Ke a half-smile without a word.

Sensing the Primordial Witch's distraction due to the disappearance of the Mirror Beings, the True Creator wasted no time, using the "Fallen" power to engulf the Primordial Witch in a tide of shadows, corroding everything.

But when the shadows receded, the unique Witch Path and the Extraordinary Trait of the one-third Sequence One, the Doom Witch, did not appear.

Suddenly, Qic, dressed in a bone skirt, stepped back from the void.

As the Master of the Mirror World, as long as the entire Mirror World was not completely destroyed, He could return at any time.

Qic, unscathed, had a dark expression. He glanced at the surging tide of shadows and suddenly smiled.

The overwhelming tide of shadows halted, stopped advancing, and began to retreat, as if Qic had become an extremely terrifying presence.

So terrifying that even the True Creator, a god driven to madness, could only retreat in fear.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Truly remarkable, befitting a great being, befitting the 'First Child of the End'!"

"My preparations were useless against you; you could probably break through my obstacles without these two failures. No wonder you didn't consider me a threat."

"Since you refuse to become Tudor, and since I can't threaten you..."

The Primordial Witch wore a mad, alluring smile, spreading her arms as if to embrace a new self.

"Then let's all die together!"

"Since the end is near anyway, this is just a bit early."

The Primordial Witch closed her eyes, leaned back, and her body sank into the Chaos Sea.

The Chaos Sea, which had calmed due to the weakening connection from the division of "All Things", suddenly trembled. The water, encompassing all colors, expanded rapidly, spreading quickly.

If the initial surge from the "Sea of Chaos" was just a small part, now more than half of it had already emerged.

Whoosh!

Qic's figure reappeared on the surface of the Sea of Chaos, the waters embracing Him as if welcoming their master.

The face of incomparable beauty, with eyes closed, was no longer manic but calm and indifferent.

But at this moment, this calm was more terrifying than the madness.

The "True Creator" rapidly retreated, seeming to fear being swallowed if it delayed even a moment. The shadow tide quickly vanished from the battlefield, and Amon's smile faded, remaining silent.

Qic's aura grew stronger bit by bit, as if nurturing a terrifying monster, as if an ancient being was about to return.

"Although I lured you here, why are you helping me? Not long ago, I devoured all your avatars in Barkeland. You can't have missed that, right?"

Lu Ke appeared beside Amon at some point, speaking as if making small talk.

"Those who enjoy eating 'snacks' should be prepared to be eaten. Compared to your actions, Qic's attitude when talking about me is even less pleasant."

Amon pinched the monocle on His eye, glancing at the same decoration on Lu Ke's right eye, and smiled faintly.

"I am the best 'Codebreaker.' Although 'the unknown' is hard to discern, making assumptions and inferences based on behavior isn't difficult."

"At the very least, I know you have a twisted sense of humor and enjoy pranks. As the 'God of Pranks,' I find you quite interesting and worth getting to know."

At this, He showed a regretful expression, "It's a pity you are a great being; otherwise, I would have really wanted you to be my first follower."

Lu Ke, hearing this, remained noncommittal. He gazed at Qic, who stood in the center of the Sea of Chaos, his aura constantly shifting, and asked casually.

"Aren't you going to leave? He's about to wake up."

"Why would I leave such an interesting event?"

Amon's tone was calm, seemingly unconcerned about Qic's strange condition.

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing, "Really? But I have a feeling that the one here is just an avatar, and the real you has already fled, even faster than the 'True Creator.'"

"..."

Amon's expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

"Ah, your true form has escaped the Forsaken Land. Are you that afraid?"

"..."

"The 'Blasphemer' being so cowardly, those who fear you might find it disillusioning. Pales might even muster the courage to try and kill you when he finds out."

The old man possessing Leonard of the Nocturne team, Pales, was the last "Chronoworm Great Ability" Amon needed to ascend to godhood.

"That would be perfect."

Amon finally reacted, glancing at Lu Ke, "You know Pales' whereabouts?"

Lu Ke nodded with a smile, "Yes."

"Name your price."

"The 'Conqueror Great Ability' you possess."

"..."

"You want to trade information on an Extraordinary Trait for an equal-level Extraordinary Trait?"

Even Amon found this proposition outrageous, struggling to maintain His composure.

"There are other conditions. You can only take Pales' Sequence 1 Extraordinary Trait, no harming him, and no parasitic infection."

Amon pinched the monocle, smiling ambiguously, "Do you think I'll agree?"

Lu Ke smiled mysteriously, "Of course, because I can also offer you an opportunity to perform your ascension ritual, very soon."

The ascension ritual for the "Thief Path", Sequence 0 "Error", involves...

Stealing the ritual effects during someone else's ascension!

Amon's black eyes grew deep, without hesitation:

"…Fine."

As soon as He spoke, He felt a strongly binding contract being sealed.

Lu Ke smiled silently and said slowly:

"In half a month, King George Iii of the Rune Kingdom will hold the 'Black Emperor' ascension ritual."

Amon frowned slightly, about to ask for more details, but suddenly stopped and looked ahead.

"By the way, do you know the two hidden titles of the 'Primordial Witch'?"

Lu Ke followed His gaze, speaking deliberately.

"The First Creator of the Mirror World, and…"

"The Female Aspect of the Primordial God!"

In the center of the Sea of Chaos, Qic's eyes trembled and suddenly opened.

His blue pupils were mostly transformed into chaos.

(End of Chapter)

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