Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"So, what happens after the planet is destroyed?"

"Recreate a planet."

The Alchemist Supreme laughed.

"The materials and design drawings are all within my control, but the core essence will be different, so that planet will automatically transform into something different from the current Earth. Anyway, the surface of this world has already been almost entirely submerged by the ocean, so such a price isn't so bad."

As for the human soul, it can ascend to something greater rather than smaller.

There exists a community of souls: your soul is a collection of human souls, and human souls are a collection of the souls of irrational beings.

The greater ones are in charge of the lesser ones: you are in charge of humanity, humanity is in charge of irrational creatures, and God is in charge of all of them.

Because He is greater than all of them, and all of them are smaller than Him.

Therefore, the ordered universe is subject to God, humanity is subject to the ordered universe, and irrational beings are subject to humanity. God reigns above all things, overseeing them… Do you see anything wrong with that?”

The words of the Triple Great One left Eri unsure how to refute them. She simply clenched her fists and stood straight before her, declaring her resolve.

"Fine, if you want that, then kill me first! Triple Throne!"

"Kill...you?"

As if he had heard something ridiculous, the Triple Great Hermes laughed.

"Twenty-four seconds left—"

Just as she finished speaking, the surrounding scenery changed. It was no longer Tokyo, which had been transformed into the underworld, but a familiar city with a blood-red sky, dry air, and everything being burned by fire. This was Tokyo ten years ago.

“That’s right. You should have a clue, right? Triple Great One.”

The pinnacle of alchemy not only enhances magic power, but also enables ordinary magic to do things that were originally impossible, such as powers that transcend the limitations of time.

"After all, I don't need to overthink things. Just like birds flying in the sky and fish swimming in the sea, Poymanderges was born to be this kind of being."

Were they discovered? I thought using the Pluto drug would waste her time, but it turns out she's quick-witted...

In fact, the Triple Great Hermes can travel to the past without using the Pluto Elixir, which is a Noble Phantasm that she can only use once. The reason she used the Pluto Elixir was to make Eri Sei feel that even she couldn't do it, so she couldn't do it either, in order to buy time.

"Indeed, a soul that is completely full of heart is blessed, and a soul that is completely empty of heart is pitiful."

The Triple Great Hermes let out a self-deprecating laugh, and at the same time, pale golden poisonous dust began to rise from her body.

Resentment, hatred, and anger spread with the poisonous dust, forming an extremely thick and vast curse. For an ordinary god, simply touching this curse would likely shatter their soul. However, for Eri, who held the positions of two supreme gods—

Unable to move.

"One is Phoemenderges, and who is the other? Among the gods here, I haven't found one similar to you. If I had to name one, it would be Amaterasu, who represents the sun, but there are still some differences."

The Triple Great Hermes spoke calmly.

“But as the son of Izanami, you are the next generation of the pantheon, the ‘human’ who will travel to the universe with humanity. The universe, the most direct thing for humanity is the sun, so it can be said that you are traveling with the sun… If I’m not mistaken, you are the Eastern Lord of Ryukyu Shinto. It’s a pity that you are missing the ‘universe’ to complete the line. Otherwise, I could only bind Puymandeges for a while, and I wouldn’t be able to take you with me.”

Hermes's Poison Dust, created through alchemy, is a terrifying powder that causes intense burning pain that destroys the body and torments the mind, but it is only effective against creatures native to Earth.

She had to move, but even though she thought so, Eri's body was too weak to move, and she could only calmly gaze at the three great Hermes.

"Alright, there shouldn't be any surprises from now on—"

However, a call came from afar.

"Eri!"

……

"Failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed..."

On a street in the Tokyo shopping district of Hades, John Dee knelt on the ground, muttering incessantly.

He had an agreement with the Triple Great Hermes: either Eri would become Poimanderges through his hands to demonstrate the miracles of the Lord to the world, or the Triple Great Hermes would kill Eri and create a new planet.

John Dee, the alchemist, the originator of the term "British Empire," the prototype for Prospero in Shakespeare's play "The Tempest," the prototype for 007, the magician to Queen Elizabeth I, and the British naturalist Aubrey commented that "he adorned (glorified) that era."

The so-called 'conversation with angels' is the biggest controversy surrounding him.

Dee claimed to have created a language called 'Enoch', asserting that it was the 'language of heaven' and that he himself was the last human to know it.

Why would someone who graduated from Cambridge University and was proficient in mathematics engage in such fruitless and baseless activities as conversing with angels? Was he deceived by Kelly? Was he mentally unstable? These are common questions among scholars in later generations, and even if he was deceived, it is impossible for someone with Kelly's knowledge to fabricate such a profound dialogue.

By the way, in 1586, John Dee also translated the Necronomicon into English.

"It failed, it failed..."

At this moment, John Dee recalled his original self.

Looking back on the starting point of my soul's journey, the opportunity that led me to this realization came on the night I finished translating the Necronomicon, in that dream.

That person fought alone, incomparably noble, majestic, and beautiful.

His figure, his silhouette, seemed to carry the hopes of everyone in the world.

Everyone would be proud of the fact that they were human beings like 'him'... That person's figure was so dazzling and noble that John Dee longed for him so much that he couldn't help but shed tears.

"I really... really want to make that wish come true."

John Dee's voice became hoarse.

In the sixteenth century, the old world seemed to be dying with the arrival of the new world; the Byzantine Empire, the remnant of the Roman Empire, had long since collapsed; Columbus discovered the Americas; Copernicus' heliocentric theory turned the universe upside down; and Luther reshaped Christianity.

The foundations of the old world, which once seemed so solid, have now paved the way for the arrival of a completely different new era.

During this period, John Dee also considered bridging the gaps between the various churches, uniting those churches defeated by the storm and the tempest, because people do not find pleasure in humiliating and abusing others, nor in satisfying their own desires by depriving others, nor in making themselves superior by trampling on the weak—

Because humans have always been a 'group'.

The Church, which established itself with such a declaration, ultimately succumbed to the 'evil' of the world and humanity.

Because that man's behavior was perfectly acceptable to John Dee, he could not tolerate the church having degenerated to that state.

“I can’t necessarily blame you. In a sense, you are a good believer. Even if you are too extreme and the circumstances are a little unique, that’s not a problem. You should be praised.”

John Dee, kneeling on the ground, could not properly identify the figure. He also did not know if the voice was real, or if it was a hallucination, or merely an illusion created by his brain.

“However, you have deceived yourself, and that is the mistake, Dee.”

Chapter 536 Crossing History Will Eventually Come.

...History cannot be rewritten. Once that era has passed, people no longer believe that Orthodox and Catholic believers can rest in the same church, as if the past era came from the future and that the beautiful past era will never return.

John Dee himself understood this fact, but even so, he did not give up on any possibility.

His dream is to one day completely bridge the gap between all believers.

For that dream.

John Dee persevered in his efforts.

That dream was so grand that sometimes he didn't know where to go with his efforts. The power of an individual was far from the power of the world. But this man had a firm belief in his heart that he would one day find his direction and move straight ahead in that direction.

In fact, this is indeed the case to some extent.

It's like a train traveling on pre-laid tracks that can't be braked.

However, Dee understood that if his actions failed, there was nothing he could do and he couldn't blame others. Therefore, he should have admitted Novia's words. But deep within his heart, a voice screamed, "This is absolutely unacceptable!"

So John Dee fell silent; silence was the only reaction he could make.

Novia didn't seem to care. She just squatted down next to him and muttered to herself, "I'm the same as you. In fact, as members of the Church of Spreading the Word, we all feel that deceiving others most of the time makes it easier for them to believe us. This is the way that fits the world we live in."

His words carried a hint of sarcasm.

Everyone can deceive, even Novia herself.

"While lies told in front of many people are not necessarily hateful, they are somewhat uncomfortable. Goodness is something that always feels a little heavy when spoken."

Looking at all the great figures in the world, everyone has some dark history. Newton was unparalleled in physics and mathematics, but he was also jealous and suppressed Hooke, who was far inferior to him. The greatest physicist in history also had a very vulgar side that was not "physical".

"Even so, at least in that era, I might still want to share that kind of 'lie'. Although it may not become a common understanding in the world, I would be content if it could become a universal truth in the hearts of so many people."

"...No, that's not it!"

John Dee confirmed Novia's words.

“No, that’s not right. It can’t be like that… Your power, the great deeds you left behind, are far more than this… We humans should be more than this. It was that truly evil pope and that shameless barbarian king who insulted humanity’s just will… Unforgivable, unforgivable, I absolutely cannot forgive them…”

John Dee was referring to Marpur and Avia, one of the main culprits who caused the rapid corruption of the Church, and the other of the main culprit who destroyed the Western Roman Catholic Church and caused the Great Schism.

"I can deceive people, and naturally I can kill people. I am Avia."

This moment.

Wow.

A sound, as if the whole world was beginning to crack, resounded in John Dee's mind.

To him, it was as if the whole world had lost its color, turned into a monotonous black and white, and was on the verge of collapse.

When he looked up in a daze, he realized that Novia's profile was so sorrowful, like that of a storyteller telling a sad tale.

"Today I went to Rome, yesterday I went to New Rome. The world can't always be sunny, but it can't always be rainy either. The street scenes in Rome are quite beautiful, while the houses in New Rome are very new. Whether it's a bittersweet failure or a slightly bitter success, to me, everything is just a seasoning."

Dee looked stunned, remained silent, and then roared:

"What, what is this?! If it were you, you could have completely purified the church! Why did you do that? Tell me, shouldn't they all be enemies...?"

In the past, Dee had been thinking about how to reach his level.

How can we defeat all evil?

Just like that savage king who was hostile to all the mysteries of humanity, even the Dead Apostles were under his command, what was his reason for waging war against the Church? Even if the Church was extremely despicable, it was still the protector of humanity, so why would he betray it? This was something John Dee couldn't understand.

But even with her confusion, Dee made up her mind.

No matter the cost, no matter who is sacrificed, even if you are disliked, hated, and become lonely, you must still move forward towards your dreams.

"Joining the church, top-down reform... that's not impossible, but it also involves overcoming difficulties."

Some difficulties are like this: a person has to lift a very heavy stone. This stone is very heavy and difficult to move.

Some difficulties are like this: a person wants to lift a stone, but he only has one arm.

The former originates from the outside world, the latter from within.

When the church was not yet formally established, people only needed to know how to establish it. Although it was heavy and difficult to move, it was still achievable. But when the church, which had been united with Rome for hundreds of years and even forcefully conquered half of the Roman kingdom with faith alone, wanted to take action, it was like trying to move a stone with one hand or even one finger.

Dee understood this perfectly well, but he still continued to roar in an incredulous tone:

"If it were you, if it were you, as long as it were you, it would definitely be possible..."

"No, I can't do it."

The figure of that person fighting alone was incredibly noble, majestic, and beautiful.

His figure, his silhouette, seemed to carry the hopes of everyone in the world; he was the person John Dee had always wanted to be.

But how could such a person say such a thing to someone who has completely failed?

How could this be? Absolutely impossible! This is impossible! How could this be...? Could it really be a disguise...?

"Even if I had done that back then, it would have only delayed things; destruction would have been almost inevitable anyway. After all, everyone sees the world differently. No one dares to say they have seen the whole world and understand the happiness and suffering of every group. Everyone sees the world differently and acts differently."

Novia sighed, her expression somewhat calm.

"No one has ever been able to develop a set of universally accepted value laws. No one can demand that everyone be like him. The world is always moving forward. Besides me, there are people who will fight for the millions of miserable and muddy farmers. And you, Dee, even if you resent what the Western Roman Church did at that time, you are also indignant about everything they suffered."

"But……"

Dee opened her mouth wide, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"It doesn't matter if you only admire me and hope to recreate everything about me, but you can't use your own value system to judge others who are different from you. Don't think that the world is a certain way or that it must be a certain way."

Most people in the world rely on feedback from others to determine their own value. When someone's views are recognized, it makes them feel that they exist, are needed, and have meaning, as if only in this way can they obtain happiness and joy.

There's nothing wrong with that, because it's simply one of the ways people perceive things.

"The Church of Christ is, to some, a temple. To others, it is nothing but a tomb."

But I admit that the Church of Our Lady did indeed have its glorious past.

They fight for justice and morality, establish good covenants based on morality, and abandon evil deeds for those that violate morality. They are hardworking and down-to-earth, do not trample on others, possess powerful mysticism, help each other, adopt abandoned children, dare to challenge beings stronger than humans who threaten humanity, and are humble at the same time. However, their past behavior changes with the times, forgetting that they are the same as others and that everyone should be treated equally.

Just as day has its meaning, so too does night. The outward appearance differs from the inner reality, but that doesn't mean one is false. Both are real. Both are true. Because that hidden radiance, though not easily perceived, truly exists there.

The value of the church is not something that existed from the beginning, but rather something that was born at the end—that's all.

"...That's all?"