Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Only after things calmed down again did she begin to think things through again.

It seems we can't delay any longer. I don't know if the temporary solution will work... Since we can't get through, let's lure them over. Even if we get killed, we should still gain something, and that's enough.

After thinking for a moment, the brown figure looked directly at the 'door' not far away. Perhaps sensing her gaze, the 'door' closed immediately.

The brown-clad figure chuckled lightly, making no attempt to hide his reaction.

"Hmm, it's that feeling of being hated by Yog! It's been a long time, but since you lured out my true nature so easily, it's not my fault if I didn't protect it. I just used a little meme, you know? Anyway, it doesn't matter if I disappear, right? And if you want to teach me a lesson, you should at least wait until the plan fails, right?"

Meanwhile, behind the door was a vast library, which, due to its long and narrow shape, was often shrouded in darkness. It was more of a treacherous or flawless tomb than a place of wisdom.

In a place of unparalleled tranquility, an incongruous fire burns with a red glow.

"I'm so sorry, Father God..."

In front of a desk, tall candles burned on at least four silver lamp stands. Abigail stood there, head bowed, looking helpless. "Abigail, I shouldn't have opened the door to strangers like that..."

The figure sitting at the desk, surrounded by a cluster of rainbow-colored spheres, did not answer or ask any questions. It simply remained quietly seated, motionless, as always.

Just as Abigail was trembling and about to faint, the rainbow-colored spheres that had surrounded her came behind her and turned into pure blue, like long, light blue hair.

"Don't do that again next time."

This sound, which should be known not only on Earth but throughout the entire solar system, is similar to birdsong and whispers.

"Yes Yes!"

Relieved to have been forgiven, Abby cautiously pointed to the door she had been tricked into opening by Nyarlathotep, which remained open not far from the moon. "Now, should we close it...?"

"Also, use it."

The sound directly shook the universe, and the sound wave that ignored the laws of the universe increased the capacity that the 'door' could contain.

"For you, for me, for your 'brother'."

At this point, the blue-haired figure glanced at the closed 'door' leading to the other side, revealing eyes that dimmed and shifted between purple and gold.

"...The same goes for that one."

……

Southern America, the home of the Mayan Federation.

Novia looked at the pitch-black smoke that obscured the sky and the pyramids that were faintly visible; just by looking at them, she knew that something was very wrong.

It doesn't require exaggerated power or the use of enormous magic to bring about such a horrific disaster.

Gradually, darkness descended; gradually, despair set in; gradually, depravity set in.

Centered on the pyramids, the seawater surrounding the Americas gradually turned a mix of black and red.

It wasn't just a simple change in color; it carried the scent of a soul being corrupted.

It's fortunate that his arrival was limited to the south; otherwise, he might have swept everything away like Tiamat in Babylon.

However, regarding the pyramids and Nyarlathotep, is the incarnation that arrives the Black Pharaoh... or perhaps two of them? The Black Pharaoh and Tescatlipoca?

Just as Novia was about to step into the corrupted Mayan Federation, something sharp appeared in the darkness, forming a human shape.

Was it murderous intent, hostility, or some other emotion?

In the darkness, a thin, short, blond figure slowly walked towards Novia, carrying a black mirror that was constantly smoking.

The two men faced off in the Americas, remaining silent.

After about ten seconds of silence, Novia spoke:

"Can I take this as Nyarlathotep's toy, you who are the concept of 'Evil God Tescatlipok' and whose appearance is Abigail's manifestation?"

"Hmmmm?"

The incarnation of the evil god tilted his head unusually, placing a finger on his cute cheek.

"What are you talking about? Haven't I been waiting for you all this time? My...brother??"

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"Alright, brother, what are you going to do to me now??"

The blonde girl, who was the embodiment of the evil god Tescatlipoca and resembled Abigail, leaned forward and stared at Novia, who was standing close to her. Her eyes had no pupils, and her scarlet tongue hung down from her mouth.

Novia paused for a moment, not because he was unable to act, but because he was thinking.

Consider why Yog-Sothoth would prefer to have it mimic the appearance of its vessel and messenger, because according to previous records, if it hadn't been for the chance encounter with Ort, Yog would have sent out a messenger, which would most likely have been Abigail.

In other words, what exactly is the purpose of these two evil gods?

The Dagon incident in the previous prison tower might have been a coincidence, but this Fifth Singularity was definitely not. No matter how you look at it, the incarnation of the evil god in front of him was blatantly provoking him and trying to make him angry. It was simply too impossible for him to fall into despair or anything like that.

While pondering, Novia also swung her hand towards the avatar of the evil god who was right in front of her.

The power it contained directly shook space, and the force that ignored all laws should have originally possessed the power to sever the incarnation of an evil god.

then.

Everything around the avatar of the evil god vanished into nothingness.

"Oh dear, brother?" The evil god's avatar shook his head in pain, his tone tinged with reproach. "That move just now interrupted the hatching of three thousand eggs."

Then, she jumped back, and instantly the pyramid that was vaguely visible in the thick black fog emitted a golden light, illuminating the place where the two were facing each other. At the same time, many eggs as tall as a person appeared on both sides of the evil god's avatar, like welcoming the first sun or a procession of the pharaoh.

A large tree covered in blood stood tall in the dense forest, flies swarmed around the eggs, and the stench of blood and decay permeated the air.

The avatar of the evil god spread his hands, his whole body trembling unnaturally. Then he put on a golden double crown that naturally shimmered with light and a half-cut leopard mask, and waved a mirror that was constantly smoking in his hand.

"So, you have to take responsibility for interrupting what is the child of the sun, that is, our child... okay??"

At that moment, terrifying pressure was applied to the entire body of the evil god's incarnation.

That was pressure from the fifth sun.

"Wow, that's amazing! It's really fantastic!"

In response, the avatar merely licked its lips, its profile resembling that of a child enjoying a broken toy. As if infected by the excitement of the words, its profile also flushed slightly, and its voice kept oscillating between similarities to Abigail's and the simultaneous voices of a thousand people.

Although the power of the Fifth Sun before him was enough to melt him upon face-to-face contact, he was now more excited than anything else.

"Who will succeed this time? It should be me, because their souls, bodies, and spirits have all reached their peak, and they will collapse completely with just one step."

The avatar of the evil god smiled, "Hehe, what a comedy! Because I, like you, brother, am the sun!"

Faced with the silent Novia, the avatar of the evil god sensed that the power of the fifth sun resided in all living things that he had corrupted.

That magic not only circulates in humans, but also flows through plants and the sea, and even in this body that belongs to the incarnation.

That was an unparalleled, majestic, and solemn magic. The gentleness it felt was less a characteristic of the sun and more a reflection of its own nature, for even in this state, it still cared for itself.

Wow, this is amazing! Should I give him my eyeball to play with?

No, no, I'm too excited. I'm sweating so much that my 'treasure' appearance related to Yog in my avatar is melting.

Suddenly, the avatar of the evil god noticed that Novia, who had been silent for a long time, slowly removed her mask. The corner of her mouth, which was the first to be revealed, turned up slightly. It was a cheerful smile that seemed to indicate that she would calmly walk towards him with everything present.

"Not bad."

As the man walked, the wind blew, waves rose on the water, and the surrounding seawater gradually returned to its normal blue color.

Life in the Americas is being quietly and subtly celebrated.

"……what?"

The evil god's incarnation realizes that the South American region of the world has been corrupted by itself.

The pyramids behind it trembled, as if they were trying to embrace the fifth sun that had just appeared there.

"Because I'm back, I feel at ease about them."

Novia raised her gaze, looking at the eggs that had been dragged into the dark land and enveloped by the avatar of the evil god, now shattering one by one. "Actually, this is all I've ever cared about."

The moment the words fell, four suns appeared atop the dark pyramid. Ancient calendars and the authority passed down by the gods descended, their target a massive obsidian mirror shrouded in layers of smoke, far larger than the mirror held by the incarnation of the evil god.

At the same time, a melodious tune accompanied by deep drumbeats arose, a hymn filled with boundless joy and peace—

Praise be to the Lord of the Himalayas!

A magnificent sun, as radiant as the sun wheel, emerged from behind Novia.

The light of the stars and the sun shines here.

At that moment, Novia seemed to have become the entire sun, sensing all the changes within it.

Now, the world is in his hands.

Awaiting his command.

He opened his eyes and whispered to the sun behind him:

"let's start."

He muttered to himself as he walked.

“I will utterly destroy this incarnation of yours, Nyarlathotep.”

At this moment, the incarnation of the evil god was unaware that the man who had now removed the leopard mask still had blond hair and incredibly red eyes.

Earlier in time, in the endless dream of many who were bound by the incarnation of an evil god.

"From now on, I will dedicate everything to my eternal first sun."

Geronimo stood at the entrance to the cave filled with suffering, staring intently at the 'beautiful' smile of the First Sun.

He vaguely remembered hearing somewhere that for people like them, just being alive was enough; how they lived didn't matter.

So, is it okay to sell everything just to survive?

The gold mine where I grew up had only dim, almost non-existent light. Each small hole was like a dog hole, and we could only dig for gold by bending over and crouching down. As a result, I and everyone else developed hunchbacks and spinal curvatures from working in a bent-over position for a long time. There was nothing we could do about it.

But at least I survived. Compared to a world of suffering and pain, something beautiful is better, no matter where it exists.

So, yes, as long as you survive, that's all that matters. As long as you can escape this suffering, what does betrayal matter?

Geronimo, as a Servant, suddenly trembled as if struck by lightning. Once the thought truly surfaced in his mind, it was as if he were possessed, refusing to leave his spiritual core, as if he had been touched by an unseen despair.

Suddenly, he recalled his life when he was alive, when the Spanish, after occupying Cuba, once again extended their reach to Central and South America.

The men wielding obsidian swords and spears had their bellies pierced and their heads smashed.

It wasn't just the men; the women who went to war with the army also died like weeds by the roadside.

Although there were occasional victories, most of the time the information we received was of defeat and death far exceeding any victory; fear and helplessness were always with us.

Especially during the period when the virus was brought by outsiders, the rivers and forests of Central and South America were completely eroded by blood.

As for Geronimo, who witnessed Montezuma II's desperate struggle and eventual suicide in his predicament, his bravery and fearlessness deeply moved him. What a courageous, magnificent, and noble sacrifice it was!

At least, that's what he thought at that moment.

As time passed, the resistance persisted, but gradually subsided. After all, some locals, fearing death, turned to the other side. Why must the place be filled with smoke and fire? The terrifying smoke of the enemy's attack could, in turn, be transformed into a weapon for self-preservation.

"...How dare you say such a thing?"

One day, Geronimo, who was surrounded in a cave, heard the words of the Spanish messenger and his voice revealed resentment.

hatred.

anger.

These emotions swirled in his chest, an astonishing heat so intense it was almost unbelievable that he wanted to kill the terrified Aztec who was still working for the Spanish on the spot.

"Just being alive, as long as I'm alive, that's enough, sir..."

The deal proposed by the Spanish was:

Geronimo, along with other rebel leaders, wore colorful headdresses and painted faces, riding horses through the cities they controlled. They went to the church to worship their one true god, who, according to them, was the only true sun; the native gods were merely false gods.

The Spanish governor who invaded Central and South America hoped to completely destroy the will of those who were still resisting or had the desire to resist through this method.

If we're talking about cruelty, nothing could be crueler than this.

But when he saw the dozen or so soldiers left behind him, including a thirteen-year-old child, Geronimo fell silent.

"Yes, as long as we survive, that's all that matters."

He admitted it.

Therefore, as long as he agrees to surrender his weapons and himself, and chooses to surrender and change his faith, he can attend the ball. He will be greeted by a dazzling array of maids, and sweets, candies, and other foods will be served to the rhythm of European music. This beautiful dream will last until the moment of 'death'.