Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

However, at this time——

"Excuse me—I've received several more letters, one of which is from...that place."

The sound interrupted the meeting.

The sound was like that of an oil lamp kept lit as long as possible while a sailboat was sailing on a stormy night.

Floating, vague, hopeless... but full of death.

The one who spoke was indeed a spirit.

It is ethereal and strange, and its appearance completely imitates that of a human.

"Messenger... bring it here." An elder nodded to the spirit.

After getting the consent, the huge body that seemed to be magnified 1:5 walked slowly and respectfully from outside the door.

That is also a very tall arch.

It connects the meeting place of the main temple of the "Holy See of Time" and the outside world known as the "boundary between time and secularity".

The spirit used magical threads to stick the letters together and placed them on the same table.

The hill built for all the confusion in the world has grown another centimeter higher.

Among them were those from Himlabakken, as well as some islands with names and some that were not. They were of little importance and were only delivered along with the letters from Himlabakken, the highly regarded craftsman's holy land.

"Shimlabakken... huh? The Mountain of Heaven." An old man muttered in a voice like a millstone grinding beans, as if he had thought of something. "Let's take a look at the contents."

"Show your faith—Messenger."

That spirit was called the "Messenger," which was both its position in the "Holy See of Time" and its name.

A fictional being created from the world by a saintly pope long, long ago with miraculous power.

It was created precisely to maintain communication throughout the Old World.

It exists both here and not here.

As long as there is enough faith and calling, it can feel it.

Therefore, its ethereal hand can even cross the vast ocean, ignoring any physical distance, to take away the letters sent by believers, the tributes offered, and the "time tax" paid...

Like now.

Without tearing open the envelope, it uses silk thread to pick up the words one by one, stick them into a row, and display them in front of the audience.

"Let me see……"

"Ugh."

“Nothing special, actually.”

The parliamentarians were quite disappointed.

But——someone found the key.

"Shimlabakken, as the island most deeply connected with foreigners, most severely affected, and most terribly corrupted by money, still maintains its traditions of the Church of Time. This letter is flawless... That's a good thing."

There is a strong disconnect between them and the players.

In their eyes, the so-called players are untrustworthy, extremely weird, and terrifying thugs.

These thugs come from the same wormhole, and they rampage through the world endlessly, wanting to devour everything they pass through...

They are not dead, they are dominated by extremely strong desires.

They have no common sense, and they fight among themselves frequently...

They are scary.

Therefore, islands like Himlabakken are of great concern to the "Holy See of Time". They always feel that Himlabakken is very pitiful and has been destroyed by countless players.

But it doesn’t seem that bad?

But this is just a digression and not worthy of discussion at the moment.

"...Forget it. It's all the same old question about why dawn is late. No need to go on."

"Too."

"The next words—"

Their eyes changed quietly, and their eyes converged on the same place.

No one spoke first, just waited quietly.

wait--

Until that one spoke.

“In fact, this still doesn’t have much impact.”

The reason why the "Holy See of Time" can stand firm in the world, popularize faith, and integrate the people is not because of the calendar, lifestyle, style, thinking, and knowledge they promote - all of these are outstanding.

To be honest, they may not even compare to the local customs of the various islands.

But they still replaced everything and became the mainstream of today's old world.

It is precisely because the "Holy See of Time" has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years that it has always been able to keep the "Xuanshi Team" strong.

"No matter where the gods are from, or how they defile the dawn, as long as they don't descend upon us and destroy everything we have, it doesn't matter... It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

It was a woman who spoke.

The voice was slightly hoarse, like wiping a dusty jewelry box with velvet.

Not too old, not too young either.

It is not in the secular world, nor is it common sense.

Sixty-six different kinds of metal wire were woven into an unusual burqa that enveloped her entire body, leaving not even a hint of skin visible.

She belongs to the "Xuanshi Team", but is not one of the top three as known to the world.

It's a secret, hidden from everything.

Only those who can sit in this council chamber can know, and even hide it from the eyes of the "Three Secrets" who control the old world.

Throughout the thousands of years of history of the "Holy See of Time", the "Xuanshi Team", as the sole representative of military force, has never had such powerful combat power and such profound trump cards as hers.

Its name is - "Mourning".

It was planned that he would become the fourth of the "Three Secrets".

"We will have many enemies, but the timing is fine. We believe in time, so it will take care of us... Yes, it will."

Once "Mourning" is said in a calm, confident voice, it is whispered to oneself.

She is not only talking to others, but also communicating with herself.

"Mourning" is the core of the entire "Holy See of Time" and the key to their conspiracy.

"Everyone."

Mourning stood up.

It's not about explaining why today's dawn is so strange, but about reaffirming the future they are heading towards.

"In the 'calendar' we believe in, a millennium is the largest cycle, symbolizing the passage of an era. Therefore, at the end and beginning of each millennium, we always hold a grand 'Millennium Ceremony' that connects the ages."

"As you said."

"And twice in the past—someone has borrowed our great rituals... to achieve godhood for them... They are today's 'Three Mysteries,' or... shameful, dishonorable thieves. Thieves, thieves!"

Even if the words were not spoken out of "condolence," this was a fact known to all the high-ranking officials of the "Holy See of Time," and everyone resented it.

Every time they carefully prepared a thousand-year ceremony, the results would always be stolen by strange guys and used to achieve their own extraordinary godhood.

In this way, he was promoted to the administrator of this world, that is, the "Three Secrets".

Unlike ordinary tenth-tier godheads, the only way to ascend to the "Three Secrets" level is to take the fruits of the millennial ritual. Therefore, through countless years, the world remains dominated and managed by those three alone.

The Church of Time has been filled with anger over this for thousands of years.

But the power of the "Three Secrets" is beyond their reach.

The "Three Secretaries" who know that their behavior is not right will always take care of the "Holy See of Time" to a certain extent.

As a result, it became the most popular religious system in this world, thoroughly influencing every aspect of the Old World. As a result, they were able to exist in a very high position, and almost no one dared to provoke them.

However, during the endless years, the Church of Time only hoped that—

"We want a ceremony that's our own."

Mourning stood by the window.

Stand in the light brought by the false dawn.

She accompanied the dust with her words.

"It's not for anyone's desires, it's not for the creation of the Three Secrets that can do whatever they want, it's not for gaining incredible power... Our millennial ceremony is simply to commemorate the end of an era and the beginning of a new one..."

Mourning sighed.

"But everyone knows that with the Millennium Ceremony approaching... Lies still want to take another seat... That nasty woman, a very nasty woman."

No one dared to agree, and could only keep the feeling of agreement in their hearts.

At the same time—looking at her with eyes filled with awe and expectation.

It's called "mourning," but it actually means the great existence of hope.

"We're also well aware that the reason the fruits of each Millennium Ceremony were stolen was usually due to foreigners... those damn players. But this time, it was the perfect opportunity! Truly... perfect."

because--

"Thanks to the care of time! They haven't been in this world for too long, and no one has yet reached the tenth level, possessing enough terrifying power to influence anything. This is good. Our only enemy is Lies. This is great!"

Time is on their side - before the players develop.

The "Holy See of Time", unwilling to fail again, miraculously obtained the unprecedentedly powerful "Mourning" as its trump card in this era.

They decided to challenge theocracy—and why not?

As for this nameless god who came from nowhere and used tricks to disrupt the dawn?

It was nothing more than being swept away along with the "lies" during the grand Millennium Ceremony.

"I can feel it." Mourning raised his hand, clasping the sunlight. "The god who did the evil was very weak, and his divinity was very weak, so it wouldn't have any impact. Maybe he was just playing a prank, showing off his ability. In any case, he's a very young god... that's for sure, for sure."

Finally a conclusion was reached and all members involved in the meeting breathed a sigh of relief.

I wonder how high my "Mourning" has reached, to the point where I can even sense the opponent's strength so easily...

"Then..." Someone raised his hand. "Lord Mourning, can we now discuss the upcoming Millennium Ceremony? That is... the core issue..."

"How will you achieve the extraordinary godhood and reach the level of 'Three Mysteries'?"

When someone takes the lead, others will immediately follow suit.

This is a problem that bothers everyone.

When they look through the history of the past, they will find that the "Holy See of Time" has recorded in detail the events of every thousand-year ceremony, and even has extremely detailed academic research on the existence of the "Three Secrets".

They know one thing—or rather, the most important thing.

To reach the divine realm of "Three Mysteries" requires an extremely huge and vast price to pay no matter what.

And these costs are very free, whether they are real things or very abstract concepts.

Because of this, preparing them becomes an extremely, extremely difficult task.

The "Holy See of Time" has preserved a part of it, that is, faith.

What if this ancient religion, which has been operating for thousands of years, mobilized all the old world residents around the world to pray together?

The faith offered by the world can surely be used to forge a sufficient price to carve out the godhood of "mourning".

Rather, this may be the most orthodox way to become a god.

Can--

"Mourning" had no such intention from the beginning.

With a long-standing hatred for the theft of the "Three Secrets", and a long-cherished wish for the Millennium Ceremony to be truly carried out—

She answered—