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Chapter 1672 Final Chapter - Crossing the Shore [16] - "Even if I have to give up everything I have gained."

Zhao Yuan's mind went completely blank with a buzz.

Wh...what?
Evidence? Evidence he confessed to? He handed it over voluntarily?
“These include secret agreements with some of the Abyss forces, and plans for the sacrifices in the Holy Sword forging project.” Hui Chi’s tone was flat. “There are also some arrangements and observation records involving the Lord’s heir.”

Every word struck Zhao Yuan like a hammer blow, her eyes widening. This wasn't just "big news"; it was enough to cause a huge uproar in Rovasa and to instantly ruin Pope Hui Chi's reputation.

She sat motionless in the chair, her gaze sluggish.

Before Zhao Yuan could speak, Hui Chi stood up, his pure white robe flowing like water as he walked toward the heavy door.

“Now, I will leave here.” His back was straight. “For the next hour, no servants or guards will enter this area. You have plenty of time.”

"Full time...what to do?" Zhao Yuan turned his head slightly, looking somewhat dazed.

Hui Chi placed his hand on the doorknob and smiled slightly:

"Please give me ample time to consider, Miss Zhaoyuan."

"Do you want to make them public?"

"Or, burn them."

"Click".

The door was gently pulled open and then gently closed.

Zhao Yuan was the only one left in the study.

Outside the window, the dim light shifted and changed. The camera swayed slightly against his chest, its lenses reflecting the dark surface of the box and revealing the woman's stunned face.

……

Between the temple, the outer sanctuary, and the throne.

"Da da da—"

The soles of the boots echoed rapidly as they stomped across the cold, smooth obsidian floor.

The black-haired divine prince, sword in hand, strode through the corridor like a gust of wind, candlelight flickering on either side, the heavy, gilded doors ajar. He abruptly pushed them open, the flood of light causing him to squint slightly.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

This is a giant hall that can accommodate a thousand people. Its towering dome connects with the sky, and the sunlight is filtered through the stained glass windows into a series of mottled waterfalls of light that cascade down.

Countless murals surround the four walls, depicting the epic of Rovasa from the beginning of creation to the present day. The goddess of life sows seeds, the god of obliteration harvests souls, gods and demons clash on the battlefield, and mortals toil and perish under the watchful eyes of the gods... Lifelike angel sculptures stand silently in the niches, some bowing in prayer, others spreading their wings as if about to take flight, witnessing the cycle of fate for thousands of years.

The Hall of Holy See, where the Pope prays to the gods, is the most sacred and solemn place on earth, Rovasa.

—Someone is lying under the wings.

At first glance, Su Ming'an almost had a hallucination—as if he saw Hui Chi lying there. The same long golden hair, but Hui Bi's hair color was lighter, and the long hair was slightly messy and scattered on her shoulders, sticking to her pale forehead.

He wore exquisite crystal glasses, behind which were nearly translucent lake-green eyes. His lips naturally had a slight downward curve, and his smile was often described as "full of tea flavor."

A magnificent dagger pierced his chest.

The Imperial Tutor was nailed to the highest sanctuary by a weapon belonging to the Pope.

His eyes were still open, but he was no longer breathing; his final expression was calm.

Mortals are not allowed to enter the Holy Throne Chamber, not even the Imperial Tutor who died inside. Apart from Su Ming'an who rushed in, the knights and priests could only stand outside and look out.

With a "thump," no one pushed the door; it seemed as if a gust of wind had slammed it shut. Bound by dogma, the person outside, knowing something was wrong, dared not push the door open and rush in.

Inside the enormous hall, there was only Su Ming'an and a corpse of Hui Bi.

Su Ming'an looked up and saw a huge mural at the far end of the hall depicting the Radiant Mother Goddess Crittens. Unlike the terrifying giant eyes seen elsewhere, the Mother Goddess in the mural presented a "merciful" face familiar to millions of believers: a female figure with a blurred face, slightly lowered eyes, a smile on her lips, and outstretched arms as if to embrace the whole world. No matter from which angle one looked at the hall, she seemed to be gazing at you tenderly, offering unconditional acceptance and forgiveness.

Sacred, solemn, and dignified; not to be desecrated.

"Tap, tap tap..."

It sounded like jade being struck.

Then came a beautiful and melodious violin tune.

Someone walked out from behind the sculpture.

He leaned against the sculpture of a deity, his long golden hair swirling around his jade arms, his body tinged with the scent of old paper, ink, and herbs, as if he had just stepped out of an ancient library.

He held a small, fruit-colored violin, strumming the strings. The music was melodious and lingering, the tune like the second movement of Tchaikovsky's Concerto, tinged with a touch of melancholy.

Their eyes met, staring at the blood-stained corpse of the Imperial Tutor.

The melodious and graceful music flowed between the stained-glass windows of the gods and the statues of angels.

Then, the Pope lowered the violin strings, which were like sharp swords, and carefully placed the violin to the side before slowly leaning forward to give a polite greeting.

"—We meet again, Wenli… no." Hui Chi smiled slightly, "Ming An."

Su Ming'an gazed at the Pope before him. He had met Hui Chi less than five times, and their conversations were even fewer. Most of the time, Hui Chi stood like a shadow behind the world's ruler, Su Wenjun, inconspicuous, and even when he offered a few words of advice, the world's ruler ignored him. It wasn't until the world's ruler disappeared and the Godfather became the Pope that this man, whom people considered "pitiful to the point of weakness, and blindly loyal to the point of pathos," revealed a brilliance that took the world's breath away.

why?
Why is there such a big difference?

Could a person undergo such a tremendous change after the death of the world's ruler?

Compared to the familiar Hui Bai, Hui Zi which became a card, Hui Mo which abducted Ming, the martyr Hui Bi who had a conversation with the disciple game, and the sacrificed Hui Cheng... the Hui Chi in front of me is as distant as a god, ethereal as mist, impossible to grasp.

“I have inherited the Holy Sword, and the final key is on its way,” Su Ming’an said.

“Yes, Your Highness is excellent.” Huichi smiled.

“When I awaken the Demon Mother Goddess, we will break through this long and eternal fate and obtain the method to end the observation.”

"Yes, Your Highness."

"—Then why do you still call me 'Your Highness'?"

Su Ming'an shook his head slightly, causing the crystal crown to sway gently.

Su Wenjun patted his behind and left. Su Ming'an himself never expected to gain the identity of "the orphan of the world's ruler." It was simply a disaster he had created for himself, letting Su Wenjun take advantage of him for nothing.

Hui Chi maintained his smile, neither affirming nor denying.

He stood beside Hui Bi's body, seemingly waiting for something.

Then, Su Ming'an said, "—Because there are no two 'Your Majesty' in the world, right, Your Majesty Huichi."

A smile appeared in those crimson eyes.

In that instant, Su Ming'an vaguely sensed something.

It felt like a light suddenly shone on you.

It felt like countless eyes were staring at us all at once.

It felt like I had suddenly become the center of the world.

This feeling was so subtle that ordinary people could hardly perceive it, but his soul was of a very high rank, and he noticed it in an instant.

He soon discovered the source of the sensation.

—Bullet comments.

[Hmph! Ahhhhhh! Su Ming'an! Ah! Su Ming'an!]

[Finally saw it!]

After watching Hua De and the others fight fiercely under the World Tree, and then witnessing Brother Lü's glorious and dazzling protection of the scene, the camera finally turned around, and finally we saw Su Ming'an!

What happened? Why is Brother Bi lying on the ground?

Why did Hui Chi kill Hui Bi? Aren't they in cahoots? The most bizarre thing is that they controlled Su Wenli's body the whole time, but no one cared when Su Wenli took the Holy Sword. What does that mean?

[Hui Chi looked like the mastermind behind everything. Since this was the Holy Throne Chamber, he was probably about to summon the Radiant Mother Goddess to seize the Holy Sword. Killing Hui Bi was to seize power; from then on, he, Hui Chi, would be the sole ruler of the world.]

[Completely reasonable.]

If you can understand this, you're already the top player.

[Su Ming'an can't defeat the Radiant Mother Goddess right now, and he's imprisoned inside. Would he even have a chance to run away?]

Where have the keys been delivered?

Even if the key is delivered, it will still take time to break the seal on the Demon Mother Goddess.

[Oh no, are we in a hopeless situation? The hero just got the best sword in the village, and before he could even gather his companions, the boss has blocked his path.]

Su Ming'an shouldn't have rushed in alone; he fell into a trap. Lu Shu and the others are still being held captive in the square.

Is there still a chance to start over in this world game? Haven't some top-ranked players revealed that this has happened many times already? We've been targeted by things like the Lord of Dreams, the Lord of the End of All Things, the Supreme Lord of Stalking, and the Seventh Seat… Is it really possible to start over?

I want to start over! I want to play for another year!

[A bunch of lunatics! If you want to stay, stay yourselves!!!]

Is starting over without any memories truly a part of life?

……

However, unlike the panicked comments, Su Ming'an remained unusually calm.

He crouched down and pulled the dagger from Hui Bi's corpse.

……

[(The murder weapon): This dagger bears signs of demonic possession.]

……

Then, he reached out and opened Hui Bi's mouth, and then examined the wound on her chest.

Hui Chi watched him quietly the whole time.

The crystal swayed as Su Ming'an tossed aside the heavy, cumbersome crown on his head with a loud thud.

“Hui Bi committed suicide.” Su Ming’an flicked his finger and lightly tapped the tip of the dagger. “You also killed Hui Bi.”

His answer stunned everyone.

Hui Chi gently curled the corners of his lips and said, "Oh?"

“The world, the pope, and the council are divided into three factions,” Su Ming’an said. “You killed Hui Bi for my sake.”

"why?"

“The demonic marks on this dagger,” Su Ming’an tossed the dagger, “are not something that could be acquired from brief contact; they are more like marks left by some kind of blasphemous ritual. Any experienced clergyman or inquisitor could easily recognize them.”

He pointed to the wound on Hui Bi's chest: "The wound is straight, pierced from the front, and is of uniform depth, without any shift caused by struggling. This means that the victim either completely trusted the killer and was completely unprepared, or... went to meet the attacker herself."

Hui Chi listened quietly.

"In that case, the autopsy report would show: [The beloved Pope Huichi, suspected of prolonged exposure to demonic power from the abyss, suddenly lost control in the Holy See and assassinated the unsuspecting Imperial Tutor Huibi. Afterwards, Huichi sealed off the main hall, intending to harm the intruder, Lord Su Wenli.]" Su Ming'an said.
"Faith is the sharpest weapon the Papacy uses to govern Lovassa. The Pope is the only representative of the Mother Goddess on earth. If something happens to the Pope, the Inquisition will point the finger at the Papacy itself, especially the high-ranking members of the College of Cardinals and the Knights Templar. In order to prove their innocence, a fierce and brutal internal purge and self-examination storm is inevitable. Before the storm is over, the Papacy will be powerless to issue any orders, let alone interfere with the legitimacy of the Son of God."

"The murder of the Chief Justice of the Papacy is a political signal, enough to unite the entire Papacy in a common hatred, temporarily setting aside internal disputes and focusing their attention on a common enemy, questioning the Papacy's right to rule. But this is only the first layer."

"Since Hui Bi chose to die willingly, given his intelligence, he must have made arrangements for what would happen after his death. I suspect that at the same time as his 'murder,' he meticulously collected evidence of corruption and collusion among several powerful figures within the council, which would then conveniently appear on the desks of their political enemies. The chief was silenced for investigating internal traitors—once this excuse holds true, everyone in the council will be eager to clear their names and strike at their opponents, vying for positions during the power vacuum and falling into internal strife."

"Hui Bi's death has simultaneously undermined the legitimacy of both the Papacy and the Council. The two most powerful forces that should have been most likely to obstruct me have been paralyzed by their own original sins and scandals. You have sacrificed your loyalty, honor, and lives to pave a relatively smooth path for me."

Hui Chi stood quietly in place, sunlight streaming through the stained-glass window, casting ever-changing patterns of light on his face.

“Very correct, Your Highness.” He bowed slightly, his posture elegant: “Only through the most extreme means can the shackles of faith be temporarily broken.”

Silence returned to the throne room, and the Mother Goddess in the murals, whose eyes had been altered to crimson, still gazed down with sorrow.

After a brief pause, the screen was flooded with comments—

[…Holy crap.]

So, Bi Ge committed suicide? To pave the way for Su Ming'an?

[It wasn't just suicide; it was a staged performance to cooperate with Hui Chi!]

This plan is ruthless. Ruthless to himself, and ruthless to his teammates.

[One was the highest leader of the church, the other the chief minister of the council; one killed the other, and both sides were thrown into chaos.]

What terrifying future did they foresee that required them to go to such lengths?

……

Just as everyone was sighing with emotion, Su Ming'an spoke up—

"If I really think that way, then I've completely fallen into your trap."

"What I've said above is what you want me to think."