Chapter 179: I Am Not Different From Him

The Black Emperor Solomon silently pondered, searching his mind for information about the other party.

He had not heard of Medici's elder brother, but the name Lynn Sotos seemed somewhat familiar to Solomon, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

However, this part of the memory was too vague. Even as a Sequence 0 the Black Emperor, Solomon had to think for a while before uncertainly saying, "Angel of Secrets?"

He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such an angel beside the Ancient Sun God, but the records left by the other party were too few and too vague.

"Hey, you know me?" Upon hearing the title "Angel of Secrets," Lynn sharply raised his head to look at the nearby Solomon.

Although he had long noticed the other party's arrival, it was only now, after dealing with the rebellious little Red, that Lynn had the time to scrutinize the other party.

This mature-looking middle-aged man, with his jet-black short hair and matching black eyes, gave Lynn a sense of kinship.

However, despite having the standard black hair and black eyes typical of people from his homeland, Solomon's facial features were deep-set, lacking the elegance of the East, looking more like a standard Westerner. Moreover, he was quite handsome and carried an imposing presence, making ordinary Beyonders likely to kneel under his unintentional aura.

As described by the jokesters online, he indeed resembled a domineering CEO… Lynn sighed inwardly, then, without releasing the subdued Medici, he raised a hand and casually waved at Solomon, smiling naturally,

"Good day, Your Majesty Solomon. I am Lynn Sotos. However, this identity is not public for now, so you can also call me by another name I'm using, Libert Abraham."

Compared to Lynn Sotos, the name Libert Abraham was obviously more familiar to Solomon. After all, the four emperors were currently engaged in a fierce struggle, and intelligence was crucial in any era of warfare. Therefore, Solomon naturally sent intelligence agents to the Tudor Empire.

Thus, he had also heard of Libert Abraham, the son of Mr. Door who had suddenly appeared. In fact, the intelligence about him was on Solomon's desk at that moment, though it was not detailed, containing only a brief description of this son of Mr. Door and his journey to the Balam Empire with Bethel and Amon.

The recent drama in Tudor's cherished garden had naturally not spread. Even the best spies could only find out that the Abraham and Libert attended the tea party hosted by Tudor, but what they discussed specifically was unknown.

Since telegraphs and telephones had not been invented yet, this intelligence had not reached Solomon — after all, this information was not particularly urgent or important enough to warrant direct prayer reports to him.

Regarding Libert Abraham, Solomon naturally paid some attention, as Mr. Door seemed to favor this only offspring.

Matters involving this almost Sequence 0 King of Angels could not be ignored, even by Solomon.

However, Solomon had not expected that the person he had read about that morning would now appear before him, having become Medici's brother and even the Angel of Secrets who had once followed the Ancient Sun God.

Solomon silently recalled the approximate birth time of Bethel he knew, unable to help but ask Lynn, "Are you really Bethel's child?"

"Of course not. I'm just temporarily borrowing this identity." Lynn shook his head, not hiding this matter. "Since I was homeless before, I had to stay with the Abraham."

"You could have come to me. I would have taken care of you as I did before, Lynn." The True Creator suddenly spoke. His voice was hoarse and low, not particularly pleasant, seemingly accompanied by some filthy murmurs.

If an ordinary Beyonder heard this voice, they would likely end up like the foolish members of the Aurora Order a thousand years later. However, the angels and gods present were unaffected.

Lynn then turned his gaze to the True Creator he had been deliberately avoiding.

Unlike the portrayal in the original book, the current True Creator appeared like an ordinary man cloaked in a robe. It was uncertain if this was an avatar or if he had this form in the Fourth Epoch.

The only certainty was that the True Creator was indeed much saner than in the Fifth Epoch, looking not much different from an ordinary Sequence 0, only with a more chaotic aura.

Lynn stared at him, his eyes inadvertently falling on the black curls peeking out from under the robe. He almost subconsciously pursed his lips, then looked away, expressionlessly saying, "No need. You are not Sasrir, and I do not need your care."

"I have grown up and am no longer the child who needed a guardian."

The atmosphere instantly became subtle but did not turn heavy.

The True Creator seemed unsurprised by Lynn's rejection and was not angry. He did not inquire into Lynn's situation, merely sighing, "I am no different from Him."

"Unfortunately, I do not think so." Lynn's expression was cold.

"…" Ouroboros looked left and right, clearly at a loss, wanting to mediate but not knowing what to say.

He did not believe that the master was any different from before. Although possibly a bit crazier and with a changed personality, in Ouroboros's understanding, the person was still the same. He did not understand why Lynn thought they were not the same person.

Just as he did not understand why Amon and Adam left them without hesitation when the master first fell, not recognizing the current master.

The Black Emperor Solomon also glanced at Lynn and then at the True Creator. Although he did not fully understand the relationship between the two, he could vaguely guess the situation.

He knew that the True Creator was inheritor of the Ancient Sun God.

In fact, this truth was known to almost all at the Sequence 0 and Angels levels.

However, some acknowledged the current True Creator as the inheritor of the Sun God, while others did not.

Apparently, the young angel present was one of the latter.

This was not surprising, as the True Creator indeed differed greatly from the Ancient Sun God. Although True Creator inherited the same soul, whether they could still be considered the same person was something even the Black Emperor Solomon could not conclusively determine.

(End of Chapter)

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