Alien? Heterodox?!
Motan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yes, at least within our race it is." The Goddess of Dawn laughed mockingly. "Long, long ago, our tribe was exiled by a powerful force, and only a few people like myself were spared for some reason. Eventually, we became gods."
Right now, Motan really wants to know how powerful this goddess's former tribe was. Even the few 'heterodox' young men left behind became gods.
"Does that seem strange to you?" Pasco slightly shook her head: "No it's not. Just imagine a race that is several times stronger than a dragon in all aspects. They naturally become a detached force. But what if there are only a few people left of this race?"
Unquestionably...
When a race, the gap between whose strength and commoners, is as huge as a moat, has only a small number of survivors and common people can't surpass them no matter how hard they try to give everything until their shadows are out of sight...
They would become gods.
"I am very curious about what sort of force that was..." Motan rubbed his forehead: "It is hard to imagine."
The virtual image of the divine dwelling rose from the chair, walked up to Motan and inquired at a low volume, "Don't you really know? As beings of higher dimensions, you are supposed to be the most qualified to have dealings with it, right? With that irresistible, omnipotent existence."
Motan shuddered, didn't answer, but an answer had already formed in his mind...
The System.
This existence that distributes factions, confers talent, assigns tasks, rewards equipment and experience to all players certainly lives up to the terms 'irresistible' and 'omnipotent'!
So from now on, is this book going to follow a conventional path? Players under the guidance and assistance of the surviving gods, fighting the system? Terrorist attacks? Bombing servers?
This should be popular...
However, just when Motan was about to imagine a series of poignant and epic tales, the other side again interrupted his spiraling thoughts.
"That power is correct." The goddess sighed. "The prophesied destruction is unstoppable. My tribe, who once watched and observed everything from the highest point, couldn't stop it. These so-called gods of ours, with our contradictions and conflicts, couldn't stop it either. But maybe it can... guide you... guide us..."
Motan was stunned, completely baffled.
"Alright. I'm actually busy." Pasco laughed softly, "I just wanted to chat with someone from your dimension. Our time's almost up..."
"Wait!" Motan waved his hand. Even though he doesn't like trouble, this kind of story ending halfway is too annoying!
The Goddess of Dawn, ignoring him, began to swing her arm, "Of course, if you do happen to come across the followers of Dilia, Xavier, Izanar or any heretics, it would be best to provoke them! I will reward you!"
"Wait...!!"
"Bye~"
Bang!!
By the time Motan came to his senses, he found himself sitting down in front of the statue of the goddess, surrounded by the substantial light of the Holy Light.
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Chapter 27: The End