Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

……

Surrounding the radiant Holy Shadow Lake, it is pure white and filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants.

A palace consisting of sixty-six large and small buildings, the earthly temple of the "Holy See of Time", was built here.

This is the belief in the Creator God, who still exists throughout the world today.

He descended upon a hundred chosen islands with His protection, nurturing the creatures that inhabited them.

Sometimes He melts away the gold coins that are symbols of sin.

Sometimes, it constrains the entire world with rules.

Sometimes, the three earthly agents bring inevitable divine punishment.

Sometimes—it calls to the stranger, again…and again.

Sometimes - like this year, it will receive a thousand-year rite of passage from believers.

The entire Divine Court is preparing for this.

Six hundred and sixty-six beautiful and flawless boys and girls surrounded the holy lake, each holding a piece of white gauze in their hands.

Standing in the middle of the lake, stepping onto the water, the saint in white robes is holding the only pen in the world.

Using his own reflection in the lake as ink, he painted faint wings on the white gauze held by the boys and girls.

When 6,666 wings are drawn, the ceremony will be held.

Therefore, the greatest difficulty is -

“How many have I drawn?”

The white-robed saint asked herself this question.

To be honest, this was the first time she had held a ceremony of this level since she was inexplicably chosen to be this ghost thing.

The previous ones were manageable, but this one is really weird.

Using water to draw feathers... that stuff evaporates quickly and not even the original outline remains.

She was often distracted by other things, otherwise she would not be able to endure the time. Naturally, she would forget to count while drawing.

God, if you really exist - please let me get away with it...

——She prayed like this.

"boom--"

suddenly——

Even the purest heart would be shaken by this vast sound.

Everyone looked up because the loud noise was extending across the sky.

Is it thunder? No—

What exactly is that?

The sky was its path, the thunder crushing it and repairing it at the same time...

"...Oh no! It's the Unmentionable One who appeared here alone in the past." An archbishop stepped out from the forest. "Saint, believers, pause!"

"...Then...the feathers I want to paint?" asked the white-robed saint cautiously.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. That monster has returned to the world... Not good, not good... A bad omen."

The white-robed saint looked up in surprise and looked at the perfect heavenly road.

Is this a god...? He heard my faith. That's it.

……

In a hollow and withered world that has lost almost everything.

A supreme figure gently descended upon a holy mountain.

"Mountains of the Past"

This is the residence of the Supreme God who is always reminiscing about the past, the dreamer who says, "All the answers must be given by me."

The only lingering scenery of the past - but now there is no time to see it.

The visitor is a supreme god of equal status, "the future is created by you", a great prophet, and a remote viewer of the future.

He opened the gate on the holy mountain.

"Why, why?" He was anxious. He was ignorant, and he was confused about his inability to see the future. "Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there?"

"……What's wrong?"

"All the answers need to be given by me." I woke up angrily.

With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the "mountains of the past"... that is, his old dreams.

Only blankness and withering are left.

This is a scene that they are all very familiar with.

"She...why didn't she call us?"

"Tsk, is that monster bothering us again?"

"He's regained his former power, seemingly borrowing something from the Three Mysteries. It's a bit strange. I've been watching the drama unfold because she was killed, but now something's happened."

"...Then...why didn't you come to us to make a pact? Instead...you did it yourself? Oh my god."

"No, no, no, she called out a name I don't know. Do you know it? The name of the god "Dreams Are in Bubbles"."

He thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know... but come and take a look. It should be okay to take a peek."

……

The thunder traveled around the world with the sky as its road.

Then returned to the end point - or rather, the starting point.

In her hands.

It devoured enough of the sky as nourishment to regain some strength.

"The price will be heavy." Yu Man said softly.

From the forgotten and sealed corners, she found fragments of the past.

Then – it was much the same as it is now, but also slightly different.

Her eyes.

Those sky-blue eyes were gone.

Instead, there were eyes that were filled with extremely rich magical power... and therefore had the color of moonlight.

A pair of clear eyes.

She had no equipment on her body, only the soul weapon that was with her body.

A robe.

"The body of wind and auspicious light: the arrival"

From the shoulders to the ankles, the entire body is light black, and the feather robe is made by taking one feather from each of ten thousand different kinds of mythical birds to feed the feathers.

It contains a rainbow-colored skill called "Still the Same".

It was cast based on the rainbow achievement Yu Man gained after reading the original story of this world on the main city island and hearing her unveil the main storyline of the world.

She took back her old body.

Although the cost is heavy and it won't last long.

"Three minutes... no, a little more than two minutes..." Yu Man felt.

Just to manifest this body here, the magic power and authenticity consumed per second are extremely huge.

But... enough.

"Regardless of how you did it, it's just for show... I can still handle it without those equipment."

The words "fictional truth" sounded very far away. Yu Man looked over and found that she had indeed retreated a long way.

But the expression on her sweaty face was truly "saved".

And a little confidence.

"Come, let me extinguish your old shadow." She raised her staff. "Creation to—extinguish the fire of the old world."

but--

Nothing happened.

Just a second later, "The Fictional Truth" found that the hand holding the staff had turned into a pool of mud.

She looked at Yu Man in horror.

In her hand, she held a poisonous thunder that had once swallowed the sky.

"This isn't something that would look good if it were released," Yu Man said calmly.

The "Fictional Truth" couldn't even understand what Yu Man had done, but immediately used another magic to cut off his own arm to prevent the unimaginable poison from corroding him.

But something even more horrifying happened. Lush plants grew out of the bloody fracture.

It's like a miniature garden has been implanted in it.

“…Returning with the true meaning of the old times.”

She used the moonlight hanging in the sky as fuel and used some special magic to forcibly erase Yu Man's little greeting.

She found her hand, her staff—and the sweat on her horrified face.

"...Hmm...I'm still a little inadequate without equipment. You can be proud that my territory has been interfered with."

In that case——

Yu Man calmly held out his hand, as if waiting for a pet bird.

But what came across the world was not some pet.

It is just a reflection of the old world hidden in the withering. "Dreams are all in bubbles."

"Curious? You bet. He is the god who controls dreams, a hidden character that can only be met after unlocking the mysteries of all reflections of the old world. I deposited a dream with Him last episode, and now I want to retrieve it temporarily."

"Dreams are all in bubbles." Reaching out from the void, I only handed over a bubble.

"The ancient covenant has been fulfilled." He said so.

The voice was as ambiguous as if it came from a dream.

Very gently, she placed it in Yu Man's hand.

It melted in Yu Man's palm.

"As for the interest—I'll help you take care of them."

"Dreams are all in bubbles." He reached out his hand again and exhaled an equally soft bubble.

It wrapped up several of Yu Man's teammates who were on the verge of death and unable to understand what was happening before their eyes.

"Thanks."

Without any worries, Yu Man took back that dream.

The Thunder Element World Tree, Blood Eden——

With the flower of the origin of time, the original matrix——

Then use long time and promises as materials.

They voluntarily dedicated themselves to forging this staff for Yu Man, the "Rhythm of Compassionate Light".

Unique, where destruction and creation coexist.

"Well, this should be enough."

-202·The season you wreak havoc