Gently touching the fragment.
In the next moment, a surge of overwhelming power rushed in, and the memories of another flooded both their minds.
"This world is beyond saving, President... Disband the association..."
"Truth is dead. The mage problem is unsolvable. Our research is meaningless..."
"My only wish before the dark apocalypse arrives is to return to my distant homeland once more..."
Luo Wei felt as though he had traveled back to the ancient era of the Magic Empire. He witnessed the mages' golden age—countless towering obelisks piercing the sky, and grand, miraculous structures that defied imagination...
Yet this magnificent era was crumbling.
In an instant, he saw the sky consumed by darkness, countless mages twisted in agony...
At the pinnacle of the grandest obelisk, robed mages gazed upon the silent, feminine figure standing before them.
"There is one last chance."
"Initiate the plan."
The assembly erupted into chaos.
"But, President! The sacrifice is too great—how is it any different from the apocalypse itself?"
The silent figure slowly turned her gaze toward the withering land.
"As long as our bloodline endures, as long as our truth remains untainted, any price is worth paying."
"But—"
"No 'buts.' Those unwilling may leave voluntarily."
The room fell silent as everyone watched the mage leader turn to face them.
"We emerged from the chaos of the beginning, pursuing the truth that illuminates all."
"We grasped the essence of the world. We were the favored of the gods."
"Yet now, the supreme order is nothing but void. Our faith lies shattered. Our era will become but a speck of dust in the annals of history, a pitiful ruin..."
"But it shouldn’t be this way. The world must not descend back into chaos and disorder."
"Remember—we are the Children of Truth. We were born extraordinary!"
"All of you, go forth and guard our faith."
And so, the Godforging Project began.
Luo Wei saw the mages sacrifice countless lives—a mountain of corpses paving the path to godhood.
That mage had been right—what difference was there between this and the apocalypse?
Yet Eltuga, the Guardian of Truth, never faltered.
With the divine spark, she attained power equal to the Old Ones.
But stabilizing divinity required anchors—faith.
Led by her, a group of mages unearthed a long-lost primordial faith: Bader, the God of Light.
Thus, the Holy Light Church was born.
The first cathedral was erected in Weston, the continent's heart—a sacred mountain whose name endures to this day.
And Eltuga succeeded.
'His radiance was glorious and mighty. He sealed away all evils plaguing the world. The people rejoiced—the Age of Light had dawned at last.'
The second God of Light, Eltuga, sealed nearly all the Old Ones. The "truth" and "order" she sought finally saw a glimmer of revival through the Church—akin to a backdoor rebirth.
But she never lived to see it.
Eltuga fell at the final hurdle—the Bountiful Mother, the last Old One she sealed.
Even with divinity, she could not escape corruption. Buried alongside the Mother, in her final moments of clarity, she destroyed her tainted self and carved out the purest fragments of her being.
She scattered them across the world, awaiting rebirth.
Ages passed. Lands shifted.
The fragment that landed in the southern continent took root, blossoming into a kind and beautiful girl.
Guided by the light, she journeyed north, joined the Church, and heard the call of divinity...
A new cycle had begun.
The glow faded. The fragment vanished. Luo Wei and Eleya slowly returned to themselves.
After absorbing these overwhelming memories, Luo Wei stood shaken.
It was as though he had lived through those times alongside Eltuga, witnessing the dark and brutal tapestry of history.
"So... this is the truth..."
Luo Wei turned to Eleya, finding her trembling.
The sheer madness of the revelation seemed too much to bear.
Eleya opened her mouth but could not speak.
After a long silence, she whispered,
"Then... does that mean I'm..."
Luo Wei watched her silently. Even he hadn’t expected it—Eleya was a fragment of Eltuga, the "God of Light."
No wonder she could manifest as a "Throne Angel." No wonder she heard "divine whispers."
She was truly a child of godhood.
And now, after merging with this fragment, she would soon ascend as the true God of Light.
Yet there was no joy in Eleya’s expression.
"Luo Wei..."
Her voice was hollow, her eyes lost in turmoil.
"From the moment I first saw the light... from the day I received the divine whispers... I knew I was destined to become a god."
"My faith in the light never wavered. I believed that bringing the Holy Light into the world would restore beauty and order..."
"But..."
She let out a broken laugh.
"I never imagined... the light I sought was like this."
"The god I worshipped, the embodiment of goodness... was this."
"Just a dark sorceress... one who orchestrated a blood ritual of millions..."
"Perhaps no dark sorcerer in history has committed atrocities as horrifying as hers..."
"Such darkness... such cruelty and depravity..."
A tear slid down her cheek. Her body swayed as if her very life had reached its end.
Luo Wei steadied her gently.
She lowered her head, unable to face him.
"This isn’t the light I wanted. I don’t want to become someone like Eltuga..."
"Countless believers adore me, thinking I’ll bring them happiness and beauty. But I know... I don’t deserve their love."
"I chased the light for power... to find you."
"I’ve sacrificed others for my goals. I’ve done terrible things. I’m selfish. I’m cruel..."
"But deep down, I always believed the light would redeem me—because surely, it couldn’t be like this. That’s why I longed to find the true light..."
Her body shook violently as she let out a tormented cry:
"Liar! Why did you show me these memories?!"
"There was never any light! Just a bunch of dark sorcerers playing gods!"
"When Charlton II said those things, I refused to believe it, haha... Now I understand—the essence of this power is nothing but primitive natural witchcraft..."
"The God of Light is a lie too! What Eltuga did is no different from me—no, even crueler by countless degrees!"
"She's just a delusional fanatic obsessed with truth, yet she dares to aspire to godhood! She doesn’t deserve to be light—she’s a false god!"
Eleya gazed at Luo Wei in anguish.
"I don’t want to become her!"
"I refuse to become her!!"
As Eleya’s emotions spiraled further into collapse, Luo Wei gripped her delicate shoulders, his eyes locked onto her pale golden irises.
"If you regret it, it’s not too late. Eleya, you still have a choice!"
"Really...?" Her golden eyes wavered with doubt. "Do I truly have a choice...?"
"Of course." Luo Wei nodded firmly.
[Eleya]
[Affection Level: 100]
[Corruption Level: 82↑]
No... The corruption is too high. Containment is impossible...
Yet he dared not let even a flicker of hesitation show on his face.
A glimmer of relief finally broke through Eleya’s torment. "Thank goodness... I still have a choice..."
"I still have a choice... I can’t become her. I can’t bear that sin..."
"Child, don’t you think it’s a bit late for such words now...?"
Suddenly, Eleya—who had been trembling with emotion moments ago—let out a quiet, melancholic sigh.
Luo Wei froze. That voice, that tone—it unmistakably didn’t belong to Eleya.
[Eltuga]
[Affection Level: 0]
[Corruption Level: 0]
Having fused memories and power, Eleya’s divine aspect had at last completed its metamorphosis...
Becoming the true second-generation God of Light—Eltuga.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
