My conversation with Qetsiyah continued, and I described things simply, but with enough detail for her to understand.
I told her that before the world, there was only God. After that, God created Heaven. Then God created Angels, and Angels helped shape reality.
After that, God created worlds, and not long after, humans. It was human belief that created many gods—but those were not true creators. My race, the Angels, observe. We do not rule.
She only asked one question after that, as if her entire worldview had been shaken.
"God," she said slowly. "Only one?"
"Yes. Only one. Not Zeus. Not Hades. Not any of your gods. Those are… local powers at best. Strong beings, yes. But not creators."
"Then why did He create you and us?" she asked.
"To maintain what He created," I replied. "To observe. To guide. To judge when necessary. To fight when necessary. To maintain order."
"As for why He created humans…" I continued, then stopped. "Let's keep that a secret for now."
The truth was that I didn't know. My memories were still fragmented, and there was no reason for her to know that yet.
She seemed to slowly accept it, but she asked more questions about me. I told her what I could, but things like transmigration or the system were things I would take to the grave.
— Time Skip: 9 Months Later —
The immortality spell was almost complete, the season kept changing, some people died, aged or got sick. Only I was eternal and soon that would change as well.
Even I had to admit that what Qetsiyah had created was extraordinary.
This wasn't just a spell.
It was a violation of a universal rule.
Everything that lives must die.
That wasn't just nature's law. It was a structural law. A rule that existed in almost every world I could remember from Michael's fragmented memories.
And Qetsiyah was about to break it, just the regret that it wouln't be used for what she created it due to betreyal made it a not pleasent experience, since we are already so close but I must keep my mouth shut. It was annoying.
During these nine months, my slightly arrogant belief that I was a genius in this smaller world had been completely crushed.
In the beginning, I couldn't do anything. Even some preparation spells failed when I tried to help. That taught me that even though divine-powered magic—what I started calling Divine Magic—was powerful, it wasn't invincible. It could fail.
Not to mention, even though Qetsiyah allowed me to help after a few months, in the beginning I was completely useless.
But it was all worth it.
Another thing I tested during these months was my Divine Body.
At first, I did it out of curiosity. How strong was I physically?
So I tested my strength, endurance, speed, and toughness.
And then I discovered something shocking.
I was invulnerable, not like the superheroes on the movies, where I am damaged and heal quickly, more like Lucifer from the show.
Knife — nothing.
Fire — nothing.
Falling from a cliff — nothing.
Magic — nothing.
No damage. No pain. Not even a scratch.
At first, I thought it was just extremely high durability. But after thinking about it, I realized the truth.
If this body was meant to contain a being like an Archangel, then damage would be dangerous. Not because I would be hurt—but because if the vessel broke, what was inside would leak out.
And if something like Michael's true power leaked into this world…
The planet probably wouldn't survive it.
So the body wasn't armor.
It was a perfect container. A vessel designed so that a being like me could exist in a lower world without destroying it just by existing.
Worthy of a god's creation.
When I explained this to Qetsiyah, she was silent for a long time.
"So you're telling me," she said slowly, "that your body is not strong because you are powerful… but because the world itself would be in danger if it wasn't?"
"Something like that," I said.
She stared at me for a few seconds.
"Every time I learn something new about you," she said, "I'm less sure whether I should be excited… or terrified."
"You're a very curious person," I replied. "So probably excited."
She didn't deny it.
During these months, our relationship had turned into a genuine friendship. A pure one. I had no other intentions, and the same went for her. She was an engaged woman, and in this strict era, if people knew she was meeting a man every night—even in dreams—it could seriously damage her reputation.
That was also why I was grateful she didn't turn me away in the beginning, and why she thought so carefully before trusting me. It was also why we never met in the real world.
My life outside of dreams hadn't changed much. I had almost no expenses, and I still had money from before. The only time I spent money was when I felt nostalgic and wanted to taste food again.
Only then would I go into the city.
And it was during one of those days that I met Silas.
This snake.
To be honest, when I watched the show in my previous life, I didn't like him at all. So seeing him in real life didn't bring out any good feelings either.
It was honestly the first time I wanted to interfere instead of just observing.
Just one smite, and so many future problems would disappear.
But when I thought about order and the timeline again, I found a better reason not to kill him.
I am Michael. God's strongest warrior.
What does a warrior do? He fights.
And who should I fight? Demons. Dark creatures. Monsters.
So who better than vampires?
Imagine ten thousand of them across the world. Even if one vampire only gave me 0.0001% synchronization, that would still be 1%. Especially vonsidering that it would be over a thousand years later when the sync rate was higher and more difficult ro improve, that would be 10% right now which was 1/10 of the way, how could I waste this opportunity.
That was a huge amount of synchronization.
So yes… history must continue. Vampires must be born.
But after that?
History would be mine to shape.