[Oblivion] had gone mad. Not truly mad — but He was throwing a fit.
He suddenly realized that [Fate] had gotten one thing right: when it was ti to go mad, you go mad — and you drag the entire world along with you.
He'd seen the writing on the wall. [Void] had no intention of leaving Him a way out. Since death was inevitable, why couldn't He choose how to die?
Was He supposed to sit around after losing His throne — imprisoned like [Prosperity], rotting in so cage with no freedom to speak of?
So in the next instant, [Oblivion] left His seat and ascended into the void. His eyes blinked, and countless worlds on the brink of annihilation materialized, carrying a torrent of terrifying [Oblivion] power that rampaged through reality, dragging everything it encountered into a collapsing, crumbling abyss.
Infinite [Oblivion] surged from His eyes like an apocalyptic flood, drowning the entire world in an instant. Those innurable annihilation-worlds functioned like incomprehensible, higher-dinsional vacuum cleaners — devouring all of reality and disintegrating it piece by piece.
[Oblivion] had ultimately followed [Truth]'s old path: He'd begun to destroy the world.
But [Truth] had done it to shatter the shackles of spaceti. This felt more like venting and revenge.
Of course, fury wasn't the only driver. In this final act of madness, He was drawing closer to His own will — annihilating the entire world. He knew the gods would stop Him. But He also had a way to prevent them from doing so.
The Assembly of Gods Convention was abruptly interrupted. The attending deities materialized in the void with grim expressions, working together to hold up the reality that [Oblivion] was dragging toward destruction.
This scene once again reminded them of [Fate] — who could drag the universe into Misfortune at any ti. At least [Fate] hadn't acted this ti. But now [Oblivion] was picking up the slack.
'Having you two in this universe is truly the gods' good fortune...'
The gods were helpless. The Iron Law of [Order] tried reasoning:
"[Oblivion], if you proceed to annihilate the universe now, you'll have personally violated fairness and forfeited your voting rights, pushing yourself into an indefensible position. Keep this up and no one can help you!"
"Help?! How?! Who would help?! You, with our two opposition votes?! Ha ha ha ha! How laughable! [Justice (Order)] is rigid and you are pedantic! [Void] clearly wants
dead! Since I'm dying, then none of you get to live either!"
"Good. Not a single one of you gets to live!"
Things having escalated to this point, the most excited party was undoubtedly [Death]'s boss. He'd had His Scythe at the ready the whole ti. Now, watching [Oblivion] lay waste to reality — destroying all beings rather than letting them die proper deaths — He was itching to lead the charge against His rival.
But just then, [Deceit] held Him back and addressed [mory] with a grin:
"Funny how [Oblivion] keeps accusing [Void] of bullying Him, yet the first one taking the hit from His annihilation flood is [Existence].
Hee~
He's treating [Existence] like that, and you can still hold yourself back?
Surely you're not going to throw away your faith for the sake of new mories?
Once reality is annihilated to nothing and only the void remains, I personally don't mind. But I wonder whether you and your brother would."
"..."
[Death] understood. [Deceit] wanted [mory] to be the cannon fodder leading the charge. After [mory] glanced at [Deceit], He didn't take the bait. Instead, He asked coldly:
"Why does Drasilco carry the aura of [mory]? And what have you done in my Collection Hall?"
"Your precious Collection Hall is guarded so tight I couldn't get in if I tried.
Besides, whatever happened to Drasilco is sothing you should ask [Corruption] about, not .
Maybe [Corruption] has been thinking about you this whole ti, so His Envoy's scent gradually took on your aura.
Tsk. I had no idea — before the [Void] Era, were you two an item?"
"..."
'Impossible to hold a conversation with this one.'
[mory] shot [Deceit] a cold glance, then turned and charged into the battlefield. Just as [Deceit] had said — He couldn't stand by while [Oblivion] annihilated the entire world.
He wasn't worried about being used as a pawn, either. Given the scale of [Oblivion]'s rampage, one god alone couldn't possibly restrain Him. When the ti ca, every deity present would have to act in concert.
Before long, the sensible gods began joining in — shoring up the universe and attempting to talk [Oblivion] down. But this ti wasn't like before. If [Oblivion] backed off now, He'd have no choice but to accept His throne being stolen. Once everyone realized persuasion was futile, their attacks grew increasingly fierce.
No god would let the foundation of their faith simply vanish before their eyes while [Oblivion] dragged everything into ruin.
[Oblivion] stood alone against the many. Lasting even a mont was impressive enough. Yet He showed no fear. Perhaps burning the boats truly gave Him courage, because after weathering one round of the gods' assault, [Oblivion] suddenly annihilated His own form — and expelled fragnts of [Existence] He'd previously extracted from reality through the countless dying worlds.
Infinite [Oblivion] power wrapped around those [Existence] shards and scattered them across the void. And just as the gods assud this was so new [Oblivion] technique, the fragnts began reassembling — reconstructing a "brand new" world before their eyes.
Seeing this, the gods' gazes sharpened. [Death] looked mildly surprised. [Fate] watched with cold curiosity. [Deceit]'s eyes flashed with an inexplicable glint of admiration. And [mory]'s expression darkened with displeasure — because He could clearly tell this employed [Existence]'s authority!
[Oblivion] had sohow stolen a portion of [Existence]'s authority.
Cheng Shi — watching from a safe distance with Hong Lin shielding him — stared wide-eyed. He suddenly thought of the Curtain Call Ball he carried.
Qin Xin had once said he believed the power of world-reconstruction within the Curtain Call Ball was very likely [Oblivion]'s way of comprehending [Existence] in His own fashion. If that was true, then in the era before [Void] had descended, [Oblivion] had probably been actively working to draw closer to [Existence].
But given [Existence]'s cold indifference, He'd likely failed.
So in this era, He'd switched to drawing closer to [Void]. And the result... was another failure.
No matter who He tried to approach, it was clear that He was always trying to approach the era's sovereign as a way to get closer to the Creator's will. At his core, [Oblivion] was a mber of the Approach Faction.
And the scene He now projected into the void only proved His devotion to the Creator further.
Cheng Shi's vision blurred, and the entire void plunged into a fantastical space. Though infinite [Oblivion] power filled every direction, it held no destructive force — instead, it perford a special dramatization of the world [Oblivion] wished to express.
Ti in this world flowed at blinding speed. Most images flashed past in an instant — too fast for mortal comprehension. But Cheng Shi still caught several staggering scenes.
He understood instantly what this was!
This wasn't the shore [Oblivion] hoped to reach — it was the past He had once lived through!
This was a mory. The end of the [Descent] Era — the mont Origin had nad the three gods of [Descent]!
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