Silence was the current state of the Void.
Though the enormous skull said nothing, it once again sent towering green flas sweeping outward, incinerating layer after layer of the Void inside and out. Now neither the surface Void nor the deeper reaches of Nothingness contained a single god who could peer through this boundless Death-fire to observe what transpired here.
When only two voices remained, the skull withdrew His scythe and rumbled:
"What — do — you — want?"
"Willing to talk?
Good. I won't overly disturb you, and I won't push you to Their opposition. I've simply co to make one small request.
A wish you could grant with a blink of an eye."
A wish? Hmph.
"What — request?" The spectral flas in the enormous skull's eyes flickered between bright and dim. No one could fathom what this third god of Life was thinking.
"Grant that poor Destiny follower a new faith. My cold, heartless little sister has nothing but fixed destiny in Her eyes — She's completely forgotten that She has other followers.
Look at this poor little prophet — They keep watching her, trying to peer through her to see through Destiny. But what has she done wrong?"
"?"
The enormous skull fell silent again. This ti, He genuinely hadn't anticipated Deceit's request being so outrageous.
The outrageousness wasn't that He couldn't fulfill it — rather, it was absurdly easy to do. Truly just a tiny "wish," exactly as the other had said.
But the problem was — He had gone through all this scheming and maneuvering, only to end with a request related to Destiny's... no, to a Destiny follower. A player.
What was He plotting now?
The Void's internal war hadn't ended yet — was He still trying to seize Destiny's Authority?
But what good would pushing a fusion between Destiny and Death do for Him?
The enormous skull was perplexed.
"Why — do — this?"
"Why? Naturally, I'm thinking of our Void's best interests. They represent the catalyst for godhood. I can't exactly sit back and watch my follower tear through trials with spectacular performances while letting Destiny's follower suffer so miserably.
I'm a very compassionate being, you know."
"Tell — the — truth."
"...Old bones always speaks so coldly. Fine, fine, I'll be honest.
Hee~
I'm interested in that fragnt of the Origin's power. If you grant your faith to fuse with the Destiny on that little prophet, then with Destiny and Death two-against-one, I'm confident I can peel away that power belonging to the Origin and study it a bit.
How about it?
This ti, it absolutely couldn't be more genuine."
"Deceit — this — is — My — final — act — of — goodwill — in — warning — you.
The Origin's — power — is — not — nectar — to — Us — but — poison.
The Origin — is — too — powerful. Such — terrifying — force — will — corrupt — your — Authority — and — may — even — take — your — life.
You — should — know — the — Convention — protects — Us — but — is — ineffective — against — the — Origin.
Folly's — retreat — behind — the — scenes — should — serve — as — warning — enough!"
Hearing this, Deceit's eyes lit up. Stars and spirals flickered wildly.
"So that foul-mouthed one really does have a problem?
Oh my, if I'd known earlier I should've picked a fight with Him — tested His ttle!"
"..." The enormous skull's fire went out. He simply couldn't keep up with the other's leaping logic. "You... suit yourself."
Though the words were a warning, Deceit still detected a different flavor in them. He blinked, His smile radiant beyond asure.
"You're agreeing, old bones?"
"The — fusion — of — faiths — requires — more — than — My — approval — alone. Destiny..."
"Don't worry about Her. I'll handle Void's affairs. You need only agree.
Hee~
Not a bad haul today. And regarding your fear, old bones — I'll keep it secret.
And of course, if my research into the Origin's power yields any insights, I'll share them with you as well. I'm not stingy like certain other gods.
Also, for our plan to proceed, you'll need to accept a small inconvenience first — transfer the divine power clash from that little player's body onto yours...
Hey, hey, hey — don't get worked up. If you don't mind
having a bit of Death's divine power, transferring it to
would work too. Once I've dealt with Destiny, you take back yours, I take what's mine, and we'll be even. No debts on either side.
How about it?"
"..." How about nothing.
The enormous skull would never give Deceit another chance to steal. So He transferred the divine power conflict from An Mingyu's body onto... the Fishbone Hall itself.
The mont this realm — practically solidified from His divine power — felt the Origin's force descend, every last one of the small skulls began trembling and shut their chattering mouths, silently awaiting the stripping that Deceit would perform at so unknown future date.
"How noble!
I won't let you suffer a loss, old bones. When the day cos that I find another god who rubs
the wrong way, I'll rip out His bones and build a new gate tower for your hall.
Hee~
I'm off now. Rember to send the poor Destiny follower back — don't keep your model employee waiting."
With that, amid the boundless green flas that sealed off everything, those eyes simply blinked twice and quietly vanished.
"!!!"
Watching this inconceivable scene unfold, the enormous skull's expression was grave.
He could swear that His divine power was capable of blocking every god's observation and movent. Yet Deceit had vanished right before His eyes, leaving no trace of His presence whatsoever.
"Whose — Authority — has — He — stolen — now...
He...
Sigh..."
The green flas in the skull's eyes went out.
He quickly abandoned any further inquiry. With a casual gesture, He tossed the resurrected Blind One back to reality, then departed in silence alongside the torrent of white bones that ford the Fishbone Hall.
And the instant Death left, a pair of eyes — scorched murky by the green flas — reopened in the very spot where He had previously vanished.
"...Credit where it's due, old bones — that fire of yours actually stings. Death, truly worthy of the crafty old fox who reaps others' spoils. He's probably fully absorbed every scrap of Divinity in His possession?"
These eyes were still being eroded by the endless flas. Threads of green fire clung like maggots in bone, lting every star in those eyes, collapsing every spiral. As ti passed, it seed these eyes would be completely dissolved.
But just as the final intact star was about to be swallowed by the green fire, the eyes — which should no longer have existed — gave a single, gentle blink. Instantly, everything that had been burned away was fully restored. Yet that last surviving star had beco the sole particle of ash within the green flas.
One star fewer among the stellar eyes — but beneath a sky full of stars, who would notice?
"Hee~
Ti to get to work."
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