Huh? Are they all real?.

However, thanks to Moen's initiative, the two of them ended up standing together.

"You've completely changed, brother. What happened? What went wrong?"

Looking at the hunched sun, Moen uttered these words with emotion.

At the same time, he reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder.

I wanted to comfort him.

But it was precisely this one shot that led to it.

The other person simply collapsed to the ground.

He is a god high above, but also a child who has done something wrong and is afraid of punishment.

However, such an exaggerated reaction left Moen somewhat at a loss for words:

"what happened?"

Moen's answer made him break down:

"Why is this happening?"

"What is this?"

Moen countered with a question.

He said, increasingly distraught:

"We betrayed you, we killed you, shouldn't you be angry? Be angry, why aren't you angry? Don't we even have the right to make you angry?"

The eldest sons all participated in the betrayal.

But not everyone is without regret.

The sun is clearly one of them.

Therefore, compared to the other brothers who absolutely did not want to see their elder brother again.

He actually hoped to see his brother return and punish them all.

That way, he could find some solace in his crimes.

What he didn't expect was...

His elder brother did indeed return, but he showed no intention of punishing him.

The other party even inquired about her with concern.

This is something he simply cannot accept.

He looked at his brother's fingers, where the holy flame that should have burned the traitor had now turned into a warm current that enveloped his fingertips.

When the divine punishment that should have been an inescapable calamity in my memory turned into a greeting, the god-slaying incantation that should have cast the gods down from the clouds actually condensed into concern.

This was his tragic discovery: for him, the most terrible punishment was no punishment at all.

His pride prevented him from accepting that he had become a traitor, and his pride made it even more unacceptable that he had escaped punishment.

"How can you not punish me?"

Moen never imagined that the proud sun would utter those words with a sob in its voice.

This caused Moen to fall silent for a moment.

After carefully examining his brother, he...

Moen reached out and patted his shoulder again, saying:

"It's all in the past, brother. I'm fine, aren't I?"

The sun, now hunched over again, shook its head with a wry smile and said:

“You think it’s all in the past, but I don’t. You should punish me, you should punish this world that betrayed you, you, you should perhaps let your mother reshape a completely new world for you.”

“Everyone is wrong, whether it’s us who rebelled or them who chose to remain silent, it’s all the same, so how can you let it all go so easily?”

Let the Primal Recreate a World for Me?

Wow, I don't think I have that much face, bro.

But it's clearly not appropriate to say that now.

So Moen then said:

"Take me to see her, I've never seen her before."

Until he mentioned his queen.

This man, who had fallen into self-exile, regained a sliver of his brilliance, and with a hint of heartfelt anticipation, and even more so with self-loathing, he said:

"Could you... could you bring her back?"

“I deserve whatever I have suffered, but she doesn’t. Brother, I beg you, I beg you to bring her back!”

To this request, Moen could only shake his head regretfully and say:

“Brother, from the moment you killed Daphne, this was all destined, and there was nothing I could do about it.”

The glimmer of hope that had rekindled was quickly dashed.

The hard-won vitality and radiance naturally disappeared.

He slumped back onto the ground, utterly despondent, and said:

"This is too cruel, this is too much."

"The same applies to Daphne and the others, brother."

This is also true for them.

So is it all my fault?

In this somewhat somber atmosphere.

The sun seemed to have figured something out, so it looked up at Moen and said:

What brings you here?

"I've come to see you, and to see her. After all, she's my brother's wife."

“Then I understand, brother. I will take you there.”

Moen made way, and the sun led him into the depths of the Golden Spring.

To be honest, the scenery here isn't particularly outstanding.

It's just not bad.

Moen, who was following behind the sun, suddenly found the scenery in front of him quite interesting.

The sun was in front of him and above his head.

The primordial sun's rays shone down from the mountain ridges that surrounded Jinquan.

The light cast a slightly hazy shadow through Moen's fingertips.

As for the legendary Golden Spring, it is certainly not made of liquid gold as people have mistakenly believed, nor is it a miraculous lake flowing with the blood of the sun.

The only reason it is named Jinquan (Golden Spring) is that when sunlight shines on the water from a certain angle, it reveals a dazzling golden hue in the shimmering waves.

After lowering his hand from the sun, Moen's gaze fell on the sun in front of him.

Why do they all say you're dead?

The sun paused for a moment, then quickly resumed and said:

"Because I was indeed seriously injured, I wanted to hide away to recover for a while, and then go back to take revenge."

"My disguise was very good. Only you noticed the problem, and it should be only you."

Moen remembered that the sun's enemy was thunder.

However, Moen still remembered that Thunder lived until the late stages of the Age of Gods.

Therefore, the sun definitely failed.

So the reason for his failure is...

Moen probably guessed the answer.

He regretted coming.

Follow in the footsteps of the sun.

Moen and he arrived at a small grave.

It's exquisite, but completely unbecoming of the grandeur expected of a royal tomb.

Even the tomb of any wealthy person might be better than this.

Because it was just a tiny pit.

If we're talking about whether there's anything that would fit the identity of a royal tomb, then there really is.

That was the golden scepter planted in the grave.

The bond between God and King needs no further explanation.

But this also shows the sun's love for her.

"Before I met her, the West Coast Plains you gave me were my most precious possession. Because it was the first thing that truly belonged to me."

"Do you know how lost we all felt after we learned that everything in the world had been given to you by our mother?"

Moen remained silent.

“You should know this, otherwise you wouldn’t have given us the world that your mother promised you.”

Sorry, bro, I really don't know.

I just think it's time to implement a feudal system; of course, it's also possible that I find it interesting to grant land to people.

So, I'm really sorry.

The answer to the sun.

Moen forced himself to turn his head away, suppressing his heartache.

That's an answer I really can't give him.

"So after meeting her, I gave her my most precious treasure without hesitation, to prove that she was my true treasure."

"For this, brother, I need to apologize to you, because I seem to have failed your kindness and gifts."

The sun, having reached the small grave, bowed deeply to Moen.

Moen continued to look away.

"No, there's no need to apologize, really."

I just thought it was fun, so you don't need to take it so seriously.

Really.

Damn it, Origin Above, why can't I say a single one of these things to him?

Moen felt a pang of regret that he had to keep the truth to himself.

Meanwhile, the sun on the other side looked at the grave beneath it with utmost tenderness and said:

“She came from a very ordinary background, no, according to ordinary people, it couldn’t even be called ordinary, it should be called lowly.”

"Because she was a slave, a shepherd's slave."

"But I just like her. I don't know why, maybe it's love at first sight."

"Brother, can you understand that feeling?"

I?

love at first sight?

Um, does it count if I fall in love at first sight with the female protagonist who is obviously much prettier than the others every time I change save files?

Okay, here comes another answer I can't say.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Moen could only say: