MTLNOVEL Chapter 391 Morning Star World
"They're all speaking in code, these young people nowadays really lack manners."
"Everyone is part of Heavenly Security, it has always been this way for 30,000 years!"
"It has always been so, only you, a youngster born after 30000, seek to reform the workplace."
The Last Bishop shook His head, and with a gentle step forward—a simple move—felt like the entire sky was collapsing upon An Su.
It has always been so!
The crimson 'errors' clouded and piled up into the twilight dusk, stirring the Radiance atop the Heavenly stairs into chaos, where the twilight above and the turmoil below intertwined, indistinguishable, the entire azure sky bereft of any other light, without sun or moon or stars.
Only reflected upon the Faceless One was a gaze of pure white, the sole Radiance at this moment.
With just one step, heaven and earth changed dramatically. This is the authority of Merlin's teacher, the final Bishop of Chaos of the Chaotic Church Nation, the first Heavenly Rotator, the original Faceless One.
He is the very embodiment of chaos in this world.
"An Su Moningsta."
"Only a God can possess Nether; having usurped this world with errors, you too usurp the authority of the gods."
"Becoming a god is the long-cherished dream of countless creatures," His eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't understand, when it's your turn, why are you so reluctant?"
"Little Deng, this is my final warning to you."
The enormous pressure weighed not only upon the world but also upon the soul of An Su.
The Last Bishop stepped once more toward the bottom of the staircase, and An Su felt his breath about to stop; his entire being was seen through, whether it be body or soul, the rate of breathing, the speed of the blood flow, the rhythm of the heart, the structure of the Magic Circuit, even the world within the soul, all clearly reflected in those eyes!
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Pure White Eyes, the source of Radiance and truth, where all truth is reflected in the pupils.
"Ascend the staircase."
"Complete the succession."
"Conclude Nether."
"Usurp the authority, replace 'me', and become the Last Bishop—fulfill our [Heavenly Plan] that has spanned for tens of thousands of years."
He said coldly, "This is the entire significance of your existence in this world, and the only significance. After this, do whatever you wish."
"Old fart."
Under the crushing pressure of the Origin, An Su struggled to maintain his soul, calmly watched the Last Bishop, his lips parted slightly, smiling, "Must you forcibly keep me here… to complete the coronation ceremony?"
The Last Bishop's stance was firm, An Su attempted to delay,
"Why must the successor be me?"
The Last Bishop glanced at An Su calmly, His pure white pupils reflected deep within the soul of the young man.
"An Su Moningsta, do you know?" the Last Bishop said calmly, "I am not the first 'Heavenly Rotator', nor am I the first 'Faceless One'."
"All the martyrs before me failed."
"They were stripped of their names by the gods, stripped of all proof of existence, vanished forever in the eternal cycle of Nether."
"Rather than allowing the gods to peel away our meaning—"
"It's better for us to remove our own faces."
"This is the true meaning of 'Faceless One', no face in this life, no name in this life."
At this moment, He is not chaos, but Radiance.
"We who exist in [this world] are at the Bottom of Nether; the creatures trapped at the bottom of the Nether strive their utmost to scramble to the end of Fate's Staircase, endlessly repeating the cruel fate of breaking free from darkness only to fall again. And the gods sit high in the starry sky, using destiny as shackles, feasting upon our cyclical tribulations."
"The dignity of being human is enslaved by all gods."
"An Su Moningsta, you have never understood the significance of this, you have never comprehended this journey spanning 30,000 years: countless failures, countless attempts, countless cycles, the significance of numerous sacrifices, for the purpose of ending this world's Nether, the martyrs have sacrificed too much."
"We rebel against the gods, we desecrate fate; we invert the times, we spread errors; we forsake our own faces, we bind our lives and spirits to Heaven, to watch over it, until death do we part."
"We offer our lives and glory to the Faceless One, like this night, and all nights to come."
"Even my disciple, Merlin Andrei, voluntarily remains unmarried, without territory, without a crown, unfavored, and unashamed, voluntarily guarding within Heaven, voluntarily using his toes to cast magic, and voluntarily working overtime... I cannot let their sacrifices end here."
"So An Su Moningsta, I cannot let their sacrifices be in vain, you must complete the ceremony. You must become the real 'error'."
The hell, old fart, all the stuff before is fine, but using toes to cast magic, was that Merlin's own choice?
An Su's mouth twitched slightly.
"The most important part is—"
"Just now..."
All the starlight faded within the pure white, the boundless authority descended to the end of Fate's Staircase, from Heaven, all Radiance, all truths, flashed within those pupils, and the original Faceless One, the original Heavenly Rotator stated unequivocally, expounding the ultimate truths of this world—
"I've issued a set of Magic Net Tokens in your name with all my assets."
"So you must become the Holder of Heaven."
An Su's face was full of black lines; he now understood why this old fart was able to become the Bishop of Chaos in the original timeline, in a Divine Man-infested Chaotic Church Nation, in an era where chaos proliferated to the extreme.