[True gods have no kind; they remain in the worlds they created, managing their own domains, never interacting with one another. From the moment I became conscious, I have been here, accompanied only by the white sky and earth, and by countless forms of knowledge.]
[In the beginning, I simply created four cities, created people, and watched them go about their business, because my knowledge told me that there should be people in this world.]
[I imitated their appearance, but I couldn't imitate their emotions, nor could I resonate with their joys and sorrows. I could only learn their superficial reactions. So I wanted to know what it would be like for gods to possess human emotions, and thus I created the four great gods.]
[They can freely choose their gender, appearance, power, and the city they wish to visit. They possess breathtaking beauty and an overwhelming, oppressive aura, enough to convince everyone that they are the true gods.]
[God is easily attracted to those who are emotionally vulnerable or soft-hearted; He has almost always chosen female high priests, and has also manifested as a woman.]
[During the century I allowed them to learn freely, these gods, whom I considered my own kind, were unknowingly influenced and changed by human emotions. The love and kindness they learned came from my teachings, but the evil they learned was drawn from humanity.]
The text on this page ends here, and you can see that all cause and effect changes begin from here.
God created false gods, endowed them with love and kindness, and sent them to various cities. However, God did not expect that the gods, who possessed human emotions, would undergo uncontrollable changes in these places.
Yin Xiu silently turned to the next page, waiting for the god's complaints, which recorded all of this, to end so he could tell him what he wanted to know. The fact that he could resist turning to the last page was the last bit of respect he had for the person who created Li Mo.
[They gradually realized that everything in the world is constantly changing and evolving, and humanity withers like flowers, generation after generation passing away. The only ones who can truly accompany them through the long run are myself, their god, and each other.]
[They are not true gods; they have only survived for so long by relying on me. I am indispensable to them, just as their followers cannot live without them. Those once innocent and pure eyes have become distorted without my noticing, until I foresaw my future.]
[I don't know if it's humanity that has had such a huge impact on them. I want to know, if God's breeding had been entrusted to humanity from the beginning without my guidance, what kind of being would have grown up? Even if I cannot touch the fully formed Him in the future, I can still foresee His future.]
[I went to another world I had never interfered with, a world belonging to other gods, and quietly planted a seed, anticipating its growth and sprouting.]
[He did not receive my guidance, nor did He have a favorable environment; He grew up amidst suffering, and thus learned to cherish. He imitated the gender of those He loved. Even though I did not give Him physical appearance, He ultimately possessed His own form, His own consciousness, His own thoughts, and His own loves.]
[This breeding experience taught me that whether you're a god or a human, you must learn to grow through trials and tribulations, and I think I'm no exception.]
[I've been in this desolate place for too long. Perhaps by killing me, I can give myself a second chance at life.]
[Future guests who enter this place, and my long-wandering new god, no matter what form you take, whether human or god, you must choose a place to rest for yourselves, but I can no longer consider those things for you.]
[I've prepared both the key to your home and the door to leave; the choice is yours.]
[As I write this, the day they kill me is drawing near. I imagine the person holding this book has little patience left to listen to my rambling. You are indifferent to the past of the other world and the past of others; your gaze is fixed on the future, and specifically on the future where he is.]
[Then I'll give you a reward for traveling all this way.]
[Killing the true god is impossible, but killing the false god I created is very simple.]
[Do you know why every false god has a high priest? When the high priest who made a pact with the false god dies, the false god also dies. From the beginning, I had all the gods search for the high priest, precisely to give them a path to take if they no longer wished to live.]
[However, a false god cannot kill its own high priest with its own hands, so please choose a high priest you admire to avoid future suffering.]
[The methods of the High Priest of the Contract are etched into the blood of the gods; even if not taught, you surely understand them in your heart.]
[Every story should have a happy ending. You, me, the four great cities, and the gods—everyone deserves a complete conclusion.]
[My final request is that, before I depart, I release those tormented and twisted souls.]
Yin Xiu turned to the last page. There was no text after that, but some cute hand-drawn doodles depicting the future events of the four major cities and their arrival here.
The simple, hastily drawn picture encapsulates some of their actions since arriving here. The last page shows the group of them standing in the small house at this moment, but compared to this moment, there is now a small figure with a blackened face sitting on a chair next to them in the doodle.
Everyone's gaze quickly shifted to the neatly arranged chairs to the side, but they didn't see anyone.
Yin Xiu looked down and noticed a line of small characters at the very bottom of the graffiti.
Whether he is human or god, he will be changed because of you.
Yin Xiu silently closed the booklet and turned to meet Li Mo's gaze.
The identity of this mysterious being has finally been revealed.
He was neither a monster nor a true god, but a seed created and stranded in another world. He could become a god or a monster, but in the end, he became a human because he met Yin Xiu.
There was nothing left in this other world for him to cherish, and he already knew how to kill the god. They had come to see all that happened on this land and, as bystanders, learned about the past. It was time to return to the land where they should have lived.
"It seems that all we have here are the messages Lin left behind and the information he gave us; we will never see him in person." Looking at the silence and the dust, Ye Tianxuan probably understood that Lin had been killed by the gods who loved him most, just as he had predicted.
But the true god will not truly die, and we do not know where he is now. However, there is not much information left to explore here; this place is merely a long-forgotten land.
"Should we go back?" Ye Tianxuan asked, turning around to see Zhong Mu had already pulled out an axe and was looking towards the door.
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy to go back." Yin Xiu put down his book and drew his sword from his waist.
Ye Tianxuan paused for a second, then nodded knowingly, "Indeed, those souls who were in unbearable pain and were already twisted have come after all."