The Players and the Protagonist Want to Kill Me – Chapter 767

Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)

Some gods would abandon their followers to live.
Some gods would sacrifice themselves for the continuation of faith, for their people.
The reason gods are gods is that they are the collective of belief.
They are the incarnation of some rule.
They have a unique foresight into fate.
The Goddess of Order saw her own death, the collapse of her Divine Kingdom, the defilement of the main material plane by filth, and her followers wailing under the claws of evil.
She stood in her shrine, with hope contained within her hands.
Now, she transformed that hope into countless parts, bestowing them upon the Books of Order within the shrine. New order transformed into countless points of light, merging into the books, adding a golden border to their silver covers, as if giving them an extra layer of golden protection.
The gears turned anew.
Some parts of fate began to head in entirely different directions.

Lewenstein passed through the shattered mirror shards.
He was here to return an undergarment.
This situation was purely accidental. He had a professional compulsion, so after discovering that the Goddess of Order possessed something that piqued his interest, he casually took it. Furthermore, the Goddess of Order was always engrossed in revising contracts and turned a blind eye to his behavior.
However, today he couldn’t find the woman, completely hidden in a silver cloak, on her throne.
Instead, the Books of Order hanging on the surrounding walls glowed with golden light.
It was as if countless square stars were suspended in the silver-grey sky.

“Yo there, Sister Order! You’ve decorated nicely. It’s much brighter than your old look. I’ve always said you shouldn’t keep your Divine Kingdom pitch-black all day. People would think it’s an evil god’s shrine… Sister Order?”
In the past, when Lewenstein visited the Shrine of Order, the Goddess of Order would habitually check the contracts on him.
He knew Order was afraid he would sign a contract with something evil. If discovered in advance, she could still save him with her divine duty. But today, he did not receive such treatment.
It was too quiet all around, a deathly silence.
Lewenstein sensed something unusual.
He walked towards Order’s divine throne.
Then, near the divine throne, he saw the Goddess of Order, now shrunk to the size of a child. Her divine power was still continuously draining. This lost divine power was connected to all the Books of Order, and the overflow was gradually enveloping the entire Divine Kingdom.
At this rate, when her divine power completely sealed the Divine Kingdom, the Goddess of Order would only be the size of an infant.
What had happened?
A crystal core floating beside the Goddess of Order answered Lewenstein’s confusion. In the crystal core, he saw Order’s suffering followers, he saw the Old Ones’ kin extending their hideous claws, and he saw the Goddess of Order’s sacrifice in resistance against fate.
They would all die.
Lewenstein had always known this.
His purpose upon waking from slumber was to welcome the catastrophe. He had long been prepared, as had most of the gods in the Sleeping Land. At least the Goddess of Order was unwilling to accept her fate and had made a preemptive resistance.
This was her own choice.
Lewenstein had no right to stop her.
He placed the shrunken Goddess into the Crystal Coffin.
Then, he covered her with the undergarment he had stolen.
Afterward, he turned and left the shrine.
Returning to the Sleeping Land, he saw the mirror shard representing Order gradually covered by golden ice flowers, then slowly fading and disappearing into the void. It had not perished, merely hidden itself.
Lewenstein entered the Church of Light, met the God of Light, and reported the situation to Him.

“Order didn’t have much power to resist the Old Ones. Her power worked more on Cain, built on complete rules. But when the Old Ones truly invaded, rules were the first thing to be scrapped. So, her actions were a way to maximize her power.”
The old man of light maintained his usual slovenly demeanor, wearing only a bath towel, his chest exposed, his white hair casually falling. If not for the halo occupying half the shrine above his head, anyone would mistake him for a beggar.

“Then, why don’t you disperse your divine power too and give your followers some boost?”
“You’re talking nonsense!” The old man of light kicked off his shoe and threw it at Lewenstein, roaring, “Are you wishing for my death every day!?”
He then went to take off his second shoe.
Lewenstein dodged the flying slippers one by one, grinning and saying, “Anyway, you’ll have to sacrifice yourself sooner or later. Why not strengthen me from six wings to twelve? Then I can kill a few more Old Ones’杂碎s and not disgrace you.”
“I’d die before I strengthen you! What can you do besides stealing an angel’s pajamas and undergarments? How did I create something like you?”
The old man of light looked annoyed. The shoes he threw transformed into two golden birds and returned to his feet.

“I am a part of your Will.” Lewenstein said nonchalantly, resting his hands behind his head, “Every angel is an extension of your thoughts. My birth indicates that you also possess similar thoughts, but as the God of Light, it’s inconvenient for you to do these things, so you can only watch me do them. When I do them, it’s as if you did them.”
“Are you looking for death?” The old man of light pointed at Lewenstein with his left finger and drew a Holy Sword of Light, over four hundred meters long, from behind his butt.
“Do you believe I’ll cleave you and the Supreme Dome along with you right now?!”
Lewenstein stood there, looking like a rogue.
In the entire Divine Realm, besides him, there was no one who could stand up to the old man of light.
There used to be the God of Death, but now even Satan would tremble before the old man of light.
The apex of Cain’s divine power was no joke.
He dared to do this because when he was created, the God of Light had entrusted him with such feelings.
The God of Light wanted him to be this way, so in the end, he became this way.
Knowing he couldn’t do anything to Lewenstein, the old man of light snorted and sheathed his Holy Sword.
But then, his expression immediately became solemn:
“You’re also aware of the matter concerning Archangel Ouranos. It has now reached the most critical juncture. The sleeping gods will also gradually awaken. Each of us gods must prepare in advance for the Old Ones. Go and inform the four Archangels, tell them to stop fooling around and immediately resolve the war between the Church of Light and the Undead. It’s been almost two hundred years, what kind of illness is this? As for the Undead Emperor, give my unlucky old friend some face and cripple him.”
“Yes!” When it came to serious matters, Lewenstein also dropped his playful attitude. He folded his wings, stood tall, and his expression was solemn.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
The God of Light scratched his foot and added, “Discuss it with those few. The vessel has already been gathered by the variable chosen by Archangel Ouranos, so the plan has to be changed. Either a mild fusion, or contribute your divine power. If you are determined to be reborn forcefully through the vessel, don’t blame me for not warning you if anything bad happens.”
Lewenstein bowed respectfully, “I shall obey your command.”
The God of Light: “Alright, if you have nothing else to say, get lost! Don’t disturb me from watching ‘A Chinese Ghost Story’!”
Lewenstein: “(￢_￢)……”