I just covet their strength

Chapter 375 That's Good

The power of the gods is almost omnipotent, but it is also limited. Especially for mortals, there is a rather vague and ambiguous boundary between what the gods can and cannot do.

Supreme power is what Westhead has always dreamed of, so his ability to understand the gods is more profound than that of scholars who specialize in this field.

Regarding the underlying logic of "Poem of Destiny", that is, the distinction between life, soul and order and chaos, the power of the gods is limited and they cannot do anything beyond imagination.

But if it is simply a matter of material change, transformation, shaping and interference with time and space, then everything is there. Every god on the timeline is an almighty being who existed in the past, is present and will exist forever, and you can play however you want.

It’s just that in the past, the gods checked and balanced each other, and would not do anything too abstract in the mortal world. After all, the fundamental purpose of the birth and existence of the gods is to fight against chaos, and creating and maintaining order is the only mission that the gods need to follow.

Now that gods and mortals are separated, if part of the essence of [Lord of the Sky] is the only supreme being in the mortal world, then it is not impossible to take advantage of the [collapse of time] to distort and transform a piece of time and space.

The key point is, why did [Lord of Heaven] do this?
As the ancestor of the Sky Kingdom, since he was able to leave a backup plan and retain part of his essence in the mortal world, it is time to restore order and rescue the Sky Kingdom that is trapped in the quagmire of [Chronology Collapse]. Even if he cannot quell the disaster in the entire mortal world, at least stabilizing the situation will be easy.

Why would you be entertaining yourself behind closed doors in the Crimson Throne? I don't think you are the one being driven by the Chaos Rage!
Can you still be called a qualified God Ancestor when you are like this?!
Westhead was puzzled, especially after seeing Evening Prayer. Was this the Lord of Absolute Extinction who had been unsealed? Or was he just... He didn't dare to think about it.

Could it be that after ascending to heaven, the personality of the gods would still be bound by the emotions they had as mortals?
Shouldn't such an existence be above all mundane things? It's not that the gods don't have emotions, of course they do, but does Westhead think that kind of emotion will affect the gods?

No matter what, the first thing Westhead has to do is to find out the situation in this time and space. Whether it is to regain power or liberate the [Lord of Extinction], it is something that must be accomplished.

There is no doubt that Vespers is the absolute center of this time and space. No matter what you want to do, it is always right to revolve around Vespers.

I just don’t know how to deal with Evening Prayer. The other party doesn’t seem to have any memories, and maybe he doesn’t possess the will of the [Lord of the Sky].

Of course, even if he was boarding, he couldn't tell now.

Westhead lay in bed for a whole day, thinking about this serious question, imagining many possibilities, and then fell asleep in a daze.

In the early morning of the next day, Westhead was awakened by the singing, got out of bed and followed the direction of the sound.

In the backyard of the monastery, evening prayers were being practiced.

The white-haired girl in an exquisite and elegant dress has a dark waistcoat draped over her shoulders, and a black headband decorates her hair on the sides, perfectly highlighting her youthful and pure temperament.

With her eyes closed and fingers crossed during evening prayer, a clear and timeless song came out of her throat and lingered around the monastery.

Westhead was watching in fascination. Although they had the same appearance, the Evening Prayer in front of him was very different from the Lord of Extinction who he had been with in the mental space for a long time.

If the former is a sweet, pure and fairy-tale girl, then the latter will look extremely sad and heavy.

Lord Qinghui listened to the entire hymn nearby, and then he couldn't help clapping his hands and said:
"Great! It sounds so beautiful! It's just heavenly music!"

Coming out of his concentration, he realized that others were praying and bowed with a smile:
"Thank you for the compliment. You have recovered so well now. Can you get out of bed now?"

"Well, it's intact. Even if it was a strenuous exercise, it's nothing."

In order to show Evening Prayer how well he was doing, Westhead took off his shirt and exposed his upper body. Little did he know that the man's perfect figure made the young monk's eyes go straight. She hesitated for a moment before hurriedly saying:
"I, I, oh! I'll go prepare breakfast first!" Evening Prayer bit his tongue, closed his eyes in pain and ran away quickly.

A little later, Westhead and Vesper sat at the long table in the monastery's hall and had breakfast together.

Evening Prayer stirred the porridge with a spoon and mentioned casually:

“Your memory.”

Westhead sighed and said, "I still can't remember anything now. Before I remember, I'm afraid I can't go anywhere."

The monk lady quickly said, "It's okay, you can stay here as long as you want."

Rather, I hope to stay a little longer.
Evening Prayer lowered his eyes to his toes which were constantly drawing circles on the floor, and thought to himself.

Although he didn't know whether the Evening Prayer in front of him was pretending or really didn't know, Westhead assumed that the other party was truly kind. That was good. You knew the methods of Lord Qinghui. If he tried his best to gain favor, no one could escape.

Westhead hinted:
"The song you just sang was really beautiful."

It's true. Although it doesn't feel as penetrating as [Lord of Extinction], it wins in terms of moving tone and rich emotions.

"is it?"

Evening Prayer's eyes lit up, and he swung his legs happily and said:
"That's right, my dream is to stand on the center stage of the [Scarlet Throne] and let everyone hear my singing!"

Westhead had heard this in Evening Prayer's memory. She didn't want to be a warrior or a monk. Her dream was to become a singer who could shine on the stage. However, this wish was impossible to achieve in the real Xu Li.

Westhead complied: "Then go and try it!"

Evening Prayer smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "No, the monastery needs someone to stay behind, so forget it."

Seeing this, Westhead said nothing more.

In the following days, Westhead stayed in the monastery with Evening Prayer. The days in the monastery were extremely quiet and dull. He just worked from sunrise to sunset and rested from sunset to sunrise.

Many of the monastery's maintenance facilities are semi-automated, but the surrounding woods and buildings, as well as supplies, are also delivered by drones. Although the monastery is no longer valued, it is still an official institution after all, and there has always been supplies sent from the [Scarlet Throne].

In the days that followed, Westhead lived quietly in the monastery with Evensong.

Several months passed like this, until the scene before his eyes became blurry again.

[This is one of my wishes. I wish we could meet and stay together like this.]

(End of this chapter)