Chapter 927: Chapter 379: Pretend Becos Real
Having agreed to the request, the conversation quickly ca to an end.
From Lachesis’s hands, Hers obtained information about the one who had imprisoned her elder sister. However, in the eyes of the Great Alchemist, who the opponent was didn’t matter at all.
With a temperate deanor, Hers expressed that since he had taken on this task, he needed to make further preparations.
And as a pioneering Alchemist known throughout the world, he would bring out his proudest creation to solve this trouble for the other party.
To this, Lachesis naturally had no objections.
In the realm of spellcasting, she didn’t understand much to begin with.
Thus, leaving the salon for guests behind, Hers made his way down along the spiraling staircase of the high tower.
It wasn’t until he had moved far from the floor he had been on that the smile on his face finally faded.
“Lachesis…”
Murmuring the goddess’s na softly, Hers’s eyes began to flicker.
Once alone again, he slowly cald the turbulent emotions within him, replaying the decision he had just made in his mind.
He had been in the real world for a long ti now—so long that there was scarcely anything in the Mortal Realm that could threaten his life.
Hers also knew that the Fates couldn’t directly harm him, or rather, they were not supposed to directly harm anyone.
As a fundantal underpinning of the Order of Fate, this ironclad rule would not change with the changing world…
Of course, correspondingly, there was no one in the world who could harm the Fates by strength alone.
But this was true for others. When Hers himself faced it all, he could not be sure whether ‘eliminating the Outsider’ was a violation of their own order for the Fates or considered a virtuous act rewarded by the world.
He didn’t know, and probably the Fates themselves didn’t know either, since such traveling between the fantasy and the real had no precedent.
But today, it seed like they were prepared to make the first move against him.
“It’s only Lachesis—you can decide how to start.”
“But how it ends, that’s for to say.”
His stride unbroken, he passed through the Archive and a compartnt filled with treasures on his way down.
Entering the underground space at the bottom of the high tower, everything looked as it always had.
Seventy-two columns stood there, with crystals floating uncertainly above them.
If there was anything different, it was that many of the once crystal-clear crystals had been tinged with blood… and beside the seventh column, a phantom figure wandered.
“Lord Hers, it’s been so ti since we’ve seen each other.”
“Is everything alright outside?”
Lifting his eyes from the book in his hands, Star God Amon greeted from beside the seventh pillar that was covered with mysterious patterns.
As Hers stepped into the underground space, he rely nodded slightly and then, as usual, expressed his regret.
“I’m sorry, Lord Amon.”
“The environnt outside is still very unfriendly to the God of Stars… I’ve done my best, but these are not things that can change overnight.”
“Alright… I understand you.”
A bit disappointed, but not clingy.
Star God Amon had long beco accustod to this response.
More than the outside world, he was more concerned with what Hers was preparing to do as he watched him make his way to the center point of the seventy-two columns.
Raising his right hand and standing in the center of the underground space,
Hers made a grasping motion in the air, and with his movent, the patterns on the outer surface of the surrounding pillars began to light up from the bottom, layer by layer.
The last ti, they combined together to transform the reconstruction and Purification of elents into a weapon that crushed the incarnations of deities.
But this ti, they didn’t invoke any external powers, instead, sothing seed to be gathering above the palm of Hers’s hand.
His expression beca slightly solemn; using them for weaponry was rely a by-product of Hers’s painstaking efforts in collecting these items.
What he truly wanted to do was sothing that would allow him to break through his limits and undergo a Sublimation back into a deity.
One would appreciate the vast oceans less after experiencing the boundless seas; clouds make no sense when asked about the witch of the mountains.
Had he never been a deity, Hers might have been satisfied with his current achievents.
But as the Son of the God-King from the Fantasy World and a deity who had left various legends among the Mortal Realm, he obviously wouldn’t stop there.
Yet it was precisely because he had experienced the disparity between gods and humans that Hers knew all too well how difficult it was to cross this chasm.
Even with his Wisdom and inspiration, it was only after he pioneered the domain of Alchemy that he faintly saw his own shortcut.
“To refine ‘false’ into ‘true’.”
“One ‘essence’ replacing another ‘essence’, one ‘essence’ exchanging with another ‘essence’, one ‘essence’ Sublimating another ‘essence’.”
“Place things of equal value on both sides of that supre balance, then switch their positions with each other.”
“To substitute ‘truth’ for ‘untruth’, to make ‘falsehood’ replace ‘truth’—”
“Isn’t this the pinnacle of Alchemy?”
An ineffable power gathered towards the palm, and in a corner of the underground space, Star God Amon also witnessed this mont.
A nature beyond that of a True God told him that at this mont, ‘he’ seed to be participating in this mysterious ritual too.
But whether it was his senses or sothing else, Star God Amon only saw the brightening pillars; those crystals floating on them seed to have nothing to do with it.
Interesting… Is this real ‘Alchemy’?
A mont, two monts, three monts…
In the eyes of ordinary people or even most True Gods, there appeared to be nothing in Hers’s palm for now.
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