This subordinate god from Mount Heaven stood alone in the foggy realm stretching endlessly before him. He opened his eyes, letting his gaze sink deep into the hidden depths of the mist, seeking the secrets that lay far below.

"…."

For a long moment, there was only silence. Behind him, a holy light ball glimmered softly, continuously releasing a beautiful, ethereal melody that resonated across the void. From that radiant sphere, two angels began to materialize, forged from Peter's divine fire. Unlike the strange, alien-like angel Cillian had once glimpsed in the Assessment World, these beings were true angels in every sense of myth and legend.

They were the living embodiment of holiness. Their faces were flawless, their features almost impossibly symmetrical. A pair of white wings stretched elegantly from their backs, constantly emitting feather-shaped light as they fluttered. Their attire was simple,robes embroidered with gold thread that modestly covered their forms, shining with understated divinity.

Despite their alluring beauty, no improper desire could stir in a mortal's mind in their presence. Instead, instinctive desires were suppressed to the lowest depths, replaced with awe, reverence, and an overwhelming compulsion to praise their perfection.

Rational thought, pure admiration, and the quiet longing to honor such divine imagery were all that remained.

"Master Peter! Master Peter!"

The angels instantly approached. They half-kneeled before Peter, they awaited acknowledgment. Peter, his blond hair catching the light, smiled and inclined his head toward them, his expression calm yet commanding.

Their display of etiquette was unusual. Most mortals and even gods, when facing their creator, trembled in awe and fear, showing extreme humility bordering on worship. Yet these angels exhibited a demeanor of composed familiarity. They did not grovel.

Anyone acquainted with Heaven Mountain would understand immediately. Peter, though an alien to this divine world, held an innate status far above the ordinary denizens. Within Heaven Mountain, he was effectively on the same plane as angels themselves. To them, he was not a distant creator to be feared, but a leader worthy of respect, capable of command, but not in the rigid, fearful manner mortals expected.

Heaven Mountain itself was extraordinary. Its scale alone surpassed almost every divine world known, rivaled only by the super-worlds of Ten Thousand Worlds and Stars.

The nature of Heaven Mountain was not unlike ordinary divine worlds. It was not singular, but a composite of countless realms, each with unique attributes, civilizations, races, and strengths.

Yet these realms shared the same underlying rules, forming a complex symbiosis. Each realm could act as an independent combat force, drawing soldiers and resources from the larger collective.

When united, these forces coalesced into a nearly unstoppable army. Even isolated, each realm could wield power capable of threatening entire pantheons.

Peter himself exemplified this. Though temporarily away from Mount Heaven and on a mission for the venerable, his strength alone could challenge most subordinates of Sequence gods. Behind him, the light ball contained over a billion celestial troops and countless angels of myriad types and functions. Though Peter lacked inherent divinity, his command of such forces made him far stronger than most servant gods who possessed it.

"Two sisters…" Peter murmured with a soft smile.

"Your mission," he continued, "is to descend to the deepest reaches of this secret realm and locate the awakening Dead Enemy for the Supreme Venerable. The characteristics of this mortal enemy should already be familiar to you."

The angels' expressions became serious. With a silent nod of acknowledgment, they vanished from the spot, leaving nothing but faint traces of light.

In the next moment, twin streaks of white fire tore across the void, slicing through the darkness, racing toward the secret realm's deepest reaches.

Their speed was unmatched by nearly all divine beings, a trait some speculated was unique to true angels. Though unconfirmed, such speculation was common; the mysteries of Heavens Mountain were many, and angels like these were among the least understood.

Peter exhaled softly, relief mingling with tension. Speaking to such beings, even for orders, was never pleasant. Yet the will of the Venerable was not to be defied; obedience was compulsory. Even beings of his rank could not resist.

His gaze followed the streaks of white light, eyes narrowing as worry crept into his expression.

"Will the greedy monster the Venerable warned of truly awaken?" he whispered. "A being born from the void of this hidden realm, consuming everything it encounters…"

"A Zerg…I really hope that the information about the awakening is false," Peter thought silently.

Yet as his eyes scanned the increasingly rare secret worlds scattered throughout the foggy realm, a shadow of worry crept across his otherwise composed face.

His unease was justified. Several months ago, the Sequence God guarding the secret area near the [Realm of Mist],the venerable who oversaw Mount Heaven, had sensed a disturbance. It was precisely because of this venerable's order that Peter, his devoted servant, now arrived in the foggy realm.

This time, Peter did not come lightly. He had brought with him not only a fragment of Heaven Mountain itself, but also over a billion troops of the Heaven Army, supported by countless angels, each imbued with unique abilities and functions. Such a force was terrifyingly vast; even the real bodies of the sequence gods, should they intervene, would require time to overcome him. On paper, the strength he commanded should guarantee the destruction of any Zerg in the secret area of the Mist Realm.

Yet despite this overwhelming force, Peter's chest tightened with anxiety. This tension felt almost incongruous with the power he wielded.

"Damn it, why me!" he muttered, frustration rippling through the near-perfect symmetry of his features, briefly distorting the otherwise flawless elegance of his face.

"Alas," he sighed, muttering softly to himself, "the longer I live, the closer I get to the pinnacle… and yet, the more panic I feel."

Peter's authority in the secret realm was undeniably high, To offer a parallel: Elara Everheart, Headmistress of Grimstone Academy and a being one step from [Star God], would hold an authority roughly equivalent to Peter's. Yet, due to Mount Heaven's unique structure, Peter's actual authority in the absence of the Main substitute for the Venerable, exceeded hers.

According to the substitute rules of the Sequence God, Peter, bearing the title of [Angel of Punishment,] was effectively the third-in-line substitute of Heavens Mountain. And because the Venerable of Mount Heaven surpassed even a Star God, Peter's authority in foreign worlds was elevated.

Still, in terms of sheer strength, Elara's power could overwhelm Peter despite Heavens Mountain's backing. Authority alone could not guarantee victory.

"At the end and beginning of each era, disasters inevitably erupt across these secret realms," he reflected. "Whether it is the Zerg within this secret realm, the ruins of the Dharma Age hidden in other realms, or unknown threats yet to be revealed, these are the true dangers that confront us gods. Weak gods do not understand that our survival, our safe passage through this decadent era, exists only because of the venerables. They sacrificed their desires, expanded their divine domains, and suppress the threats born from the void. Without their intervention, our worlds would have long been devoured by monsters of untold horror."

Peter's gaze hardened, pride mingled. "And, of course, in addition to the venerables, our group of loyal and positive followers forms the indispensable backbone. Though I despise this assignment and these orders, I cannot deny that without our efforts, creation would have already ceased to exist."

He turned his attention to outside of the secret realm, to the "True" world beyond.

Observing the mortals and gods below, Peter's expression shifted from pride to a piercing condescension. In his perception, these lesser gods were no different from the countless mortals inhabiting his divine domain, inconsequential.

⸻———x——————

Meanwhile, across from the Endless Abyss:

"Wuhu!"

The demon prince Fabudi laughed, delighted as he extracted dozens of complete souls from the fissures in the crystal walls of the 8-shaped world. The souls recoiled in despair at the sight of his true visage, yet the true horror was yet to come. Fabudi's forked tongue flicked, tasting the despair in their very essence, before he tossed them into the black mist behind him. Amid their screams and wails, he could feel the abyssal energy he controlled accelerating the world itself.

"Hahaha… this kid has given me so many surprises," Fabudi sneered, his gaze piercing a tiny crack as it focused on Trulgren.

In this world, Trulgren had already taken his sister out of the primitive tribe that had once constrained him. Since gaining the favor of the "Mother of the World," his power had multiplied many times over the tribal elders, and he no longer regarded that small tribe as his limits.

He was stepping into a wider world, hunting stronger and more dangerous creatures.

Trulgren believed that through constant sacrifice and perseverance, he would rise to the top of this world. This was not wishful thinking, it was a promise personally bestowed upon him by the "Mother of the World" in darkness.

Scarlet eyes burning with desire, Trulgren gazed across the vast world before him. Yet even as he relished the feeling of growth, the call from the Demon pulled him back into darkness once more.

"Build an something that operates in the shadows in my name, increase and strengthen the followers through these rituals"

"Then part of me shall then descend into them."

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