Chapter 211: "Let Me Wake Up From This Madness"

"You're planning to invite the Lord to the tea party, right?" Ouroboros asked quietly after listening to Lynn.

"I do intend to invite Him," Lynn nodded, not denying it.

"Then I want to attend as well," Ouroboros said seriously. "Don't worry about me. I haven't lost the ability to protect myself, and I know you won't let me encounter danger at the tea party."

"Of course, I'll ensure the safety of every guest attending the tea party," Lynn nodded naturally. He suddenly thought of something, and his expression became somewhat subtle. "By the way, Will has recently been in a reincarnated state as well. You two are really quite alike."

"I won't fight with Will," Ouroboros promised Lynn seriously, "I won't disrupt your tea party."

"And..." Ouroboros seemed to recall something and added, "The Lord doesn't want me to become Sequence 0 now. He seems to think that now is not the right time. Destiny has also told me that the opportunity to become Sequence 0 hasn't arrived yet."

Silly child, the True Creator is afraid you'll become the vessel for the Originals Creator's resurrection if you reach Sequence 0!

Lynn glanced at Ouroboros with a caring look, then smiled and took out an invitation card with a black background and silver edges, decorated with a Snake of Fate, handing it to Ouroboros.

"Well then, Ouroboros, welcome to the tea party. I'll prepare your favorite pastries and tea. If you have any other requests, feel free to let me know."

"Thank you," Ouroboros extended a small hand to take the invitation card, then appeared thoughtful. After a few seconds, he asked, "Can I paint at the tea party?"

As someone who loved painting, Ouroboros naturally wanted to record the scene of the tea party among the gods.

"Of course, I'll prepare painting materials for you," Lynn nodded. He certainly didn't mind having another person documenting the event. Just then, someone suddenly spoke up.

"Where's my invitation? Don't tell me you didn't bring it!"

"How could I make such a dumb mistake?" Lynn retorted, taking out another invitation card. This one had a blood-red background with gold edges, featuring a cartoonish depiction of Medici.

Clearly, Lynn had individually crafted each invitation card for his guests.

But Lynn didn't rush to give the card to Medici. Instead, he looked at him and said, "You should know that attending this tea party will make you take on the form of a child."

"Hah, do you think I care about that?" Medici smirked, his expression bold and unrestrained. "Compared to the small price I have to pay, I'm already eager to mock my old rivals turned into children."

"It'll be fun to see their faces then."

"You're really not afraid of being chased by a few Sequence 0s tomorrow, no wonder you have fewer friends than I do," Lynn shook his head in mock disapproval, handing the invitation card to Medici. "When the tea party starts, just tear open this card to create a portal. You can come directly through it. This is a special spell sponsored by Bethel, each invitation card is a unique charm."

"Where's the Lord's invitation? Are you planning to deliver it in person?" Medici asked casually after taking the card.

Lynn paused, then took out the last two invitation cards from his pocket. One had an irregular pattern characteristic of the Black Emperor, while the other depicted a cross representing the True Creator.

"Take me there. Since I'm inviting Him to the tea party, I should personally deliver the invitation," Lynn said, his smile fading.

"Well, I don't understand why you're being so fussy, but come with me!" Medici shrugged. He never saw much difference between the True Creator and Sasrir. Lifting Ouroboros from the ground and casually placing him on his shoulder, he turned and headed deeper into the True Creator's divine kingdom.

Lynn followed in silence, soon arriving at a huge cross. The True Creator, cloaked and hooded, was meditating beneath it, either resting or receiving prayers from followers.

As Medici and the others approached, the True Creator opened His eyes. His gaze first swept over Medici and Ouroboros, then landed on Lynn.

No one spoke first, the two of them locked eyes in silence.

After several seconds, Lynn finally put on a formal smile and said, "I'm organizing a tea party for the gods. I plan to invite you, Solomon, Tudor, the Evernight Goddess, the Earth Mother, and the Lord of Storms, along with several Sequence 0s and a few angels..."

He explained the tea party in detail again, then looked at the True Creator. "Will you accept the invitation?"

"...I will attend on time," the True Creator's eyes under the hood focused on Lynn. He seemed to sigh, but maybe he didn't. In the end, He just nodded lightly.

The True Creator added, "Do you need me to help invite Solomon?"

"Thank you," Lynn averted his gaze, no longer making eye contact with the True Creator. It was hard to say what he was feeling at that moment.

Lynn simply muttered a thank you, then handed the two invitation cards to the True Creator.

Silence fell over the scene once more.

"I'll never consider you as Sasrir. I'll change Sasrir's fate and let Him survive that disaster," Lynn suddenly said.

"That's good. I'll look forward to that day," the True Creator seemed to smile at this, looking at Lynn. "To me, this is not a bad thing."

The True Creator genuinely believed this, as He never saw any difference between Himself and Sasrir. He was Sasrir, the Ancient Sun God, just driven mad.

"Tch..." Lynn bit his lip. Truthfully, he had expected this, but he couldn't be happy about it.

If the True Creator had opposed him or treated him more harshly, Lynn wouldn't feel so troubled.

But instead, the True Creator used this familiar, Sasrir-like attitude...

Lynn glared at the True Creator, gritting his teeth, "You're really annoying."

"Then let me become someone you don't find annoying," the True Creator didn't seem angry at Lynn's attitude. He just looked at him, "Let me wake up from this madness."

(End of Chapter)

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