The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 763 - 389 To Dear Miss Maid

Heaven fortuitously encountered Teacher rlin, whose toe casting was as potent as a monster, and he couldn't be defeated despite his utmost effort.

An Su's expression darkened.

He suddenly rembered... rlin was also popular among the girls when he was young. The result was that, compelled by his teacher to cast spells with his toes under the guise of 'techniques have no fixed form, everything serves as technique' training, he eventually endured a hundred-year Virgin life.

A perfect full-level new account, just like that, got ruined in practice.

This bitter and moldy nostalgic mory also beca the inspiration for rlin Andre to later design the 'Mother of Toe'.

His gaze towards the Last Bishop suddenly turned respectful.

Countless divine anecdotes from rlin's youth:

At school, the gate couldn't be opened from the other side, classes interrupted by the teacher's teleportation when he drank beverages, slapped on the hand with a slow-fast blade when he made a mistake, the school toilet pits nurtured cursed creatures, the canteen filled with hut-sized shrimps and crabs, these beautiful mories shaped rlin's distorted personality, leading to his repeated births...

And the instigator of all these, undoubtedly, was this mysterious man before him with a warm smile.

The Last Bishop of Chaos, the original Holder of Heaven, the root of all births, young births, old births, and—

Elderly births!

"An Su Moningsta."

"I won't kill you."

"I've made an agreent with the disciples of future generations, whoever appears before will be the third Holder of Heaven."

"You defeated that young girl, so it's you now."

The Elderly Birth stretched lazily with an ease that was still in the sa gentle tone, creating a stark contrast with the corpses of Demigods littered around, "Today is the last day of the Era of Chaos, don't make work overti at the year's end."

"And I am already dead. This era has already ended too. Seeing you who ca, I knew it."

"When I saw you, I already knew everything about the future generations."

Those Pure White Eyes reflected everything in sight as He tilted His head and earnestly said:

"Now, I am rely a projection left by Nether."

An Su stared at the Last Bishop and sighed again.

Indeed worthy of being the teacher of the God of Law, indeed worthy of the Pure White Eyes, rely seeing himself was enough to directly detect the falsity of the Nether World, instantly understanding that he was rely a historical projection remaining in this world, nearing the divine beings among the stars.

The last one who did sothing similar was the Azure Sorceress.

With her Azure Magic Eye, she also saw through the falseness of the examination hall. Although the result was similar, there was an insurmountable chasm between them. The world that the Azure Sorceress saw through was rely the Artificial World of Nether, a false truth created by mortals simulating the real Nether.

But what the Last Bishop saw through was the real Nether World.

That is the product of Gods.

This is a miracle that no creature has accomplished in tens of thousands of years of history.

Stunned by the rank of Elderly Birth, An Su also felt a sense of dissonance in his heart, he suddenly recalled sothing—the Azure Sorceress, upon realizing she was false, caused a 'bug' in the Artificial World, and eventually, the entire Artificial World was devoured by [Error].

After the error occurred, the false Nether created by rlin was taken by An Su, becoming his personal First Tier world 'Chenxing.'

Then, in the real Nether created by Gods, could it too be taken away by mortals in the sa way!

Nether is a projection of the present world, Gods are the embodints of fate, if Nether can be taken, Gods too can be usurped, then the present world will also break free from the shackles of fate.

An Su's pupils trembled slightly, more and more conjectures erged from his mind. Before he could organize these thoughts, he felt a sense of dissonance deep in his soul, he raised his eyes to the distant sky, the pale sky suddenly cracked open a rift.

A crimson rift—

Densely packed between the rifts, filled with the two characters [Error].

[Radiance Level: 99%]

[Error Level: 1%]

The era of Radiance has not yet arrived, what has arrived is... the era of Error.

"An Su Moningsta." The Elderly Birth calmly said in his ear, "I know you have many questions."

An Su turned his head, gazing into those Pure White Eyes.

"This is a plan that spans thirty thousand years."

"[Heaven's Plan]"

The Elderly Birth nodded,

"And the ultimate goal of the plan is to let 'you' after three child years, carrying all the information of errors, arrive before , at the end of Fate's Staircase, [Heaven's Gate]."

"The destiny of all eras, the fate of all creatures are fixed, running coldly like a machine, you must have known this already."

[Error Level: 10%]

An Su noticed the crack in the sky growing larger, the crimson light encroached everything in sight, the word error had already been deeply imprinted in the world's foundation, both ti and space were slowly fracturing at this mont.

This Nether World is heading towards error.

The Old Birth looked at An Su, smiling and said:

"Just like I beca the Bishop of Chaos in the original tiline, but no matter how hard I tried, no matter how many political upheavals I sparked, killing all the Insect mbers enslaving the citizens, I couldn't save the Chaotic Church Nation. The Radiant Era will always arrive."

"And my disciple in latter generations can't save his beloved Radiant Era either, no matter how hard he tries, the Era of Chaos will return."

"This is fate, the destined fate, an unchangeable fate."