Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 415 As Prophesied (4k)

An almost endless stream of questions flooded Prophet Helios's mind.

The number was so great that even the eldest son of a deity collapsed instantly.

At that moment, he didn't even know whether he should run away or fight back.

The truth came too quickly, so he was completely unprepared to face it.

It could only be after a long silence.

He lowered his head slightly and asked Moen:

"Feng Guofen, are you kidding me?"

Moen looked at him with utmost seriousness and said:

"Brother, I had no intention of joking."

Prophet remained silent.

Moen stood in front of him without saying a word.

He has done everything; now he just waits for it to end.

In front of Moen, Prophet had already grabbed his hair with both hands and squatted down on the lunar ring.

The throne behind him was still there, but at this moment, neither Moen nor he had any intention of sitting on it.

Only the goddesses remained seated on their respective thrones.

Prophet, who had been looking down at the lunar ring at his feet, suddenly looked up at Moen.

That look in his eyes was very complicated.

It was so complex that even Moen had no idea how to describe it.

"If this isn't a joke, then what is?"

Prophet's voice was low, and there was not much anger in it.

This exaggerated fact left him completely at a loss as to how to react.

There was no fear that seemed to penetrate to the very soul, nor the extreme anger that followed the realization after being thoroughly fooled.

He just... just didn't know what to say.

This is outrageous!

However, amidst a torrent of complex emotions, Prophet looked at Moen very seriously and said:

"However, I finally understand why the youngest son can also win Mother's favor. It's because there is no such thing as a youngest son. From beginning to end, it's just you alone."

At this point, Prophet couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"Looking back now, I suddenly realize that there are a frightening number of suspicious points pointing to this, but none of us thought of it."

Although their mother didn't think much of any of them, she doted on her youngest son the most.

Before that, only their elder brother had ever received this honor.

Moreover, there was the Star Sword, forged by his mother, and the unique possibility of transcending fate that his mother had given him.

Thinking about it carefully, he should have realized it at that time.

After all, defying fate means having the possibility of killing the mother's favorite child.

How could a mother who would be furious even if her brother only bled a drop of blood from his fingertip possibly allow such a dangerous 'blessing' to exist?

The answer had actually been right in front of them all along.

It's just that none of them noticed.

After another self-deprecating laugh, Prophet, still perched on the lunar ring, looked up at Moen standing before him and said:

“Alright, brother, I accept that. But I still have one, no, I still have many questions I want to ask you.”

"For my mother's sake, I beg you to answer me!"

Moen nodded and said:

"Ask, Prophet."

After Prophet's lips twitched a few times, he looked at the goddesses who were still seated and said:

"Their capital is all yours, isn't it?"

Moen nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, Sword and Shield King, Lionheart King, Eternal King, Moon King. They are all me."

Upon hearing this, Prophet couldn't help but say:

"Augustus, you too! My God, what a true king of the world!"

He was only slightly interested in Augustus, but he always looked down on Augustus's identity.

After all, it was clear that no one was more qualified to be called the King of the World than their elder brother.

Can bear fruit.

After sighing several times, Prophet asked again:

"So, is there no problem? Even though it's you, is it really okay to trample on the ironclad laws of the God-King like this?"

Moen followed his gaze and looked at the goddesses seated on the lunar ring.

He didn't know how to answer that question either.

"I don't know either, bro."

The unexpected answer startled Prophet slightly.

He thought his brother would say that their mother had given him the blessing that was unique to him, just like always.

The result? You don't know either?

Seemingly understanding something, Prophet then looked at the goddesses on the lunar ring and said:

"They don't know? So you're essentially telling them everything now?"

Moen shook his head and said:

“They know different things, because I don’t know how to answer them either, but for now, they don’t know.”

Although it wasn't stated directly, Prophet understood Moen's meaning.

He looked at the goddesses who had remained seated serenely in their places throughout and said:

“You only let them be there, but you didn’t let them see it, so they know nothing.”

"No wonder they didn't respond to me at all before."

Prophet had previously welcomed each goddess he encountered, but none of them had ever responded to him.

They all appeared on the moon ring and then sat on the throne without moving.

He initially wondered if Tula had really conveyed something wrong, to the point that the goddesses were unwilling to even show basic courtesy.

Moen added:

"Not only that, they will also be responsible for anchoring you here firmly, making it impossible for you to leave."

Moen, who has been promoted to demigod, has a hand that can challenge Prophet.

However, he also had to make sure Prophet didn't escape.

If a Sequence Zero, or even the most cunning prophet, is determined to run away, Moen really doesn't have a good solution.

So this lunar ring was actually a prison that Moen had prepared for him.

The goddesses won't come, but they can anchor this place firmly through Moen's arrangements.

Anchored in space, he couldn't leave; anchored in time, he couldn't avoid it.

Then came his scene with Prophet.

"So this is ah."

After trying it, Prophet found that he really couldn't live without it.

Although it's still impossible to keep him trapped here indefinitely, it's clearly enough.

"This seems like something you would do, yet it doesn't seem like something you would do. You're still the same as always, someone I can't understand. Brother."

This is something Fingolfin would do, but not something their brother would do.

But they are also one person.

"Brother, why?"

With that in mind, Prophet asked the question he most wanted to ask.

"Why did you do this? Why did you appear as the youngest son, and why did you make us kill you?"

Amidst the barrage of questions, Prophet stood up and stared straight at Moen.

"Why do you hide yourself in the shadows of history, and why do you stand up again and again in different identities?"

"And what role did the mother play in all of this?"

Prophet asked one question after another.

He felt that this was all he was pursuing now.

If the youngest son and the firstborn son are two different people.

Then everything makes perfect sense; the eldest sons were simply extremely jealous of their older brothers.

But if the two people are the same person, then it becomes incomprehensible.

Prophet could only conclude that he and his brothers had been involved in some extremely complex event.

Even so, it's still not right, because their older brother was their mother's favorite child.

In their mother's world, there was nothing that required such effort from their brothers.

But what about the problem of Prophet?

Moen genuinely didn't know how to answer.

Moen even remembered when he had just returned and confronted the third Prophet.

The other party had asked him similar questions.

His answer at the time was 'game'.

But now, Moen can no longer give that answer.

Because Moen discovered that there were too many things hidden inside that he couldn't see clearly.

He couldn't even tell when he had arrived here.

Theoretically, he should have been reincarnated in the People's Aid Home twenty years ago.

Then, a few years ago, I came into contact with the company and gradually stepped into this extraordinary world that is beyond my comprehension.

However, he also felt that perhaps he had been here since the beginning of creation.

Moen can no longer tell which side is right and which side is wrong.

So Moen shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, Prophet, I can't answer these questions either."

Prophet asked unwillingly:

"But brother, I am asking you on behalf of all the brothers! You should give us an answer!"

He practically roared out the last sentence.

After he roared it out, even Prophet himself was stunned.

Because he had never lost his composure like this in front of his elder brother.

He always revered his perfect older brother, and also always feared that perfection.

Even so, Moen could only say with the same wistful expression: