Huh? Are they all real?.

But today, Prophet found a way to ask his mother directly.

My palm has already left the thick space glass.

Holding the Egg of Truth, Prophet walked away without any further hesitation.

His slightly weak feet landed on the hard alloy floor.

With that crisp sound, Prophet arrived at the cabin where everything had been prepared.

He knew his mother wouldn't give any of them an answer, so if he wanted the answer, he would have to find it himself!

He believed he would never find another opportunity like this.

There's no reason why we'd need to find a second one.

Because it's very simple.

Just lean against it!

This month-long trip was undoubtedly a grueling ordeal, with each day feeling particularly agonizing.

But the last three hours went by far too quickly.

Prophet almost felt himself enter the cabin when he heard the AI's prompt:

"We have arrived at the designated location."

After glancing up at this last refuge, he boarded the workboat without hesitation.

As the eldest son, he skillfully maneuvered the workboat, which was being used for the first time, away from the mothership with his extraordinary wisdom.

It flew towards the front of the mothership.

Everything before my eyes was still the same as before: a terrifyingly dark void.

However, compared to everything he had experienced, this emptiness seemed exceptionally warm.

The numbers on the dashboard were gradually decreasing, and his gaze shifted back and forth between the numbers on the dashboard and the emptiness in front of him.

Finally, the numbers on the dashboard went completely to zero.

The entire workboat crashed, just like it had done before.

Prophet was not surprised to see the workboat come to a standstill again.

Only mortal ships can leave.

This was the only answer the prophecy gave him.

Although he has completely transformed himself into a mortal, in truth, still carrying the Egg of Truth, he still seems to contradict the prophecy.

This seemed like a dead end for Prophet.

Even with that egg of truth in his possession, he will likely remain unable to leave.

But if he hadn't brought it with him, he probably wouldn't have even made it this far.

It seems that no matter what choice is made, the situation will only be one of predicament.

However, Prophet found a perfect solution!

That is, he gave up running away and instead offered his last chance in exchange for the opportunity to question his mother!

More than simply surviving, he wanted to know why he was born.

He was afraid of his older brother.

Because that was the only person he dared not look directly at.

But he was even more afraid that in the end he would still know nothing.

He was once terrified that his brother would seek revenge, but he suddenly realized that he could still ask his mother for help.

What he feared most became not getting an answer.

The workboat had already stopped, so Prophet, who had put on his helmet, opened the hatch and floated out of the workboat, attached to the tow rope.

Before today, let alone the people of the Human Alliance, even Moen probably wouldn't have imagined it.

A god would appear here in such a manner.

Having completely left the workboat, Profitus slowly moved forward, constantly adjusting its direction using its jetpack.

He stopped as if he had touched something.

He was quite certain that there was nothing in front of him.

But he was stopped by something.

This experience made Prophet realize that he was right after all!

He raised his hands and repeatedly touched the invisible barrier in front of him.

Once he was completely certain that he had not made a mistake, he began his experiment.

He took off his repair tool bag from his waist and thrust it forward forcefully.

The invisible barrier that blocked him did not prevent the toolkit from leaving; instead, it flew out in its proper manner.

Watching the toolbox gradually disappear into the distance.

As Prophet raised his hand again to feel the invisible barrier, his eyes beneath the helmet gleamed slightly.

'I knew I was right, I knew I was right, mortal things can pass!'

So now all I have to do is...

Prophet looked down at his palm.

He had already taken the Egg of Truth out of his bag.

His mother, whose nobility defies description, will never answer the calls of mortals.

Even her proudest eldest sons were the same.

However, not responding doesn't mean she won't give any answer at all.

Without the slightest hesitation, Prophet pushed the Egg of Truth in his hand forward.

At this moment, everything about being the eldest son was insignificant to him.

The oval-shaped Egg of Truth in the void captivated Prophet's entire gaze.

Then, just like with the toolkit before, they passed through the barrier.

The only difference is that the Egg of Truth did not fly far away, but stopped behind the barrier.

To make sure he wasn't mistaken, he raised his hand again and stepped forward to feel the presence of the barrier.

Yes, that's right, the Egg of Truth was right in front of him, but he just couldn't grasp the power that belonged to him.

An invisible barrier perfectly separated him from the Egg of Truth.

At that moment, Prophet was stunned.

The answer he had been searching for was given to him so simply!

After a long while, Prophet, who was floating in the void, laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Mortals can pass through, divinity can pass through, but I cannot pass through!"

"Mother, you finally answered me! The child you dislike the most has finally figured out what you're thinking!"

Prophet laughed loudly and happily at that moment.

The question his eldest sons had been searching for for countless years finally gave him the answer!

"You didn't just imprison the extraordinary, you imprisoned us!"

At first, he wondered if his mother had set up the barrier to prevent the power she had distributed from gradually drifting away from her in places she couldn't see.

Therefore, He placed an invisible barrier at the edge of the solar system to isolate any possibility of transcendent departure.

But now the Egg of Truth, right behind the barrier, has proven this to be terribly wrong.

His mother didn't care at all whether the power she had given away would drift away from her.

The only reason she left the ramparts was to lock him, no, to lock them up!

These rebellious sons who dared to kill the true eldest son are imprisoned here!

"Hahaha, Mother, you really saw everything! You still love your true child!"

"You even know that we killed him!"

"But even after all this, you still won't even come out to see us?!"

Prophet laughed maniacally, yet his laughter was also utterly desolate.

Why participate in that terrible betrayal?

He thought that each of the eldest sons involved had different reasons.

Some were probably driven by pure jealousy, others genuinely desired that excessive power, but most likely died without ever knowing why they had gotten involved.

In fact, he only had one request.

That's your favorite child, the child for whom you'd fly into a rage and appear to reprimand everything even if he just pricked his fingertip.

So, we're going to murder him, aren't you going to come and see?

What devastated him was that, to the utter surprise of all of them, it actually succeeded.

The mother never appeared.

Just as Fen Guofen said.

'Don't worry about Yuan Chu, the only one we need to worry about is him.'

He remembered his brothers being overjoyed, while he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

If even his death couldn't rouse his mother, wouldn't that mean his mother really didn't care about anything?

We, this world, and even him are nothing more than toys that our mother casually created.

I only pay attention to her when she's in a good mood?

Prophet tried to convince himself that this wasn't the case, that even his mother must have things she cared about.

But watching him collapse on the long table and be eaten by his brothers.

Prophet could not come up with a convincing explanation.

Yes, my mother really doesn't care about anything.

Even the world she's willing to maintain through eternal slumber would probably be completely abandoned when she gets bored.

But now it's different.

He received a completely different answer than he had at the time.

My mother knows everything, and she truly cares.

So she locked them up.

They waited for him to return and punish his brothers who had committed such a foolish act.

The only question now is why a mother would willingly watch them kill the only child she loves.

Thinking of this, Prophet looked up and looked behind him.

He shouted into the void, where no response was destined to come:

"Mother, answer me, answer me why you do this? What are you thinking?"

But it was clear that the Primal One would not answer him.

"I don't believe you didn't know I was asking you! I even less believe you didn't know I've already found the answer!"

"But why, why, even after I've gone to such lengths, are you still unwilling to even show yourself to me?"

In order to see his mother one last time and ask her everything in person, Prophet, upon realizing that even killing her was impossible, embarked on an even more extreme path—the destruction of the world!

Since his mother no longer cares about him, she must care about the world she maintains through sleep, right?

Unfortunately, he lost everything before he could even achieve that.