Chapter 217: Little Bubble's Embarrassment Scene

"Looks like you've made up your mind," Sasrir said with a smile after Lynn finished his thoughts.

"Yes, thanks to the advice you provided," Lynn nodded, then asked, "By the way, considering the situation in the Fourth Epoch, is there anything I should particularly watch out for?"

To better receive advice from the caring Sasrir, Lynn had of course introduced the complex situation of the Battle of the Four Emperors.

"The depths of the Battle of the Four Emperors are clearly unfathomable. I didn't personally participate in it, so I can't give you very good advice," Sasrir said, pausing for a moment and frowning slightly. "But there is one Sequence 0 you should probably pay more attention to."

"Who?" Lynn asked, curious.

"The Primordial Demoness," Sasrir said, looking at Lynn. He hesitated but eventually continued, "Her cooperation with the God of Death to create the Pale Disaster might be related to the divine avatar you mentioned."

"But this is just a guess. I can't be completely sure," Sasrir sighed. "I'd rather my guess be wrong."

Divine avatar...

A mere divine avatar seems too... Sasrir didn't want to think further but vaguely understood why the future insane version of himself would be unwilling to directly merge with the divine avatar, allowing it to dominate.

A divine avatar would be too heartless and cruel for the mortals of this world.

But is a mad humanity really better?

Sasrir didn't know. He wanted to close his eyes, but saw Lynn waving a hand in front of him.

"Snap out of it, Sasrir. Don't get caught up in the divine or human nature debate. I'll help you regain clarity, and then you can worry about it!"

Lynn flashed a brilliant smile.

From the original novel, it's clear the Ancient Sun God couldn't truly return. Even if Adam fused with the True Creator, the fusion would result in Adam, not the Sun God.

Since this is the case, there's no problem with letting a clear-minded Sasrir be the dominant force in the fusion, right?

Anyway... you said it yourself, you and the Sun God are no different, so why let Adam benefit?

Lynn silently added in his mind.

If he could benefit from the Ancient Sun God while preserving Sasrir, Lynn wouldn't mind. But if not, he wouldn't allow Adam to devour Sasrir and become the dominant entity.

But there was no need to mention this to Sasrir.

"Indeed, there's no point in me worrying about this. It's not something I should be thinking about now," Sasrir's frown relaxed. His gaze shifted to the pile of official duties before him, and he smiled wryly. "Solving these official matters is more important than worrying about the future."

The future is too distant, and everything remains uncertain, but these official duties, if not handled, would cause significant problems.

— Today's Sasrir is still a competent corporate slave.

"Sasrir, you're hopeless," Lynn quipped, then glanced at the pile of documents. "I'll head back to the Eye of Secrets. Today's lesson isn't finished yet!"

...

"This ends my leisurely life in the Fourth Epoch. Perhaps only my main account will have a bit of peace..." As his smurf account quickly left, Lynn in the Fourth Epoch looked at the True Creator not far away.

The harsh words he had just spoken seemed to still echo in his ears, making even Lynn feel a bit embarrassed.

The scene fell silent again, but for different reasons than before.

Finally, Lynn sighed and, as if nothing had happened, naturally said, "I'll discuss with Solomon about establishing the True Creator's church and promoting the True Creator's faith in the Solomon Empire at the upcoming gathering of the gods. We'll discuss any related issues then."

"I have no objections," the True Creator, who had clearly received memories from the Second Epoch, nodded slightly.

Medici and Ouroboros next to them were somewhat bewildered.

The difference was that Ouroboros clearly didn't understand what had happened or why the atmosphere between Lynn and the True Creator had suddenly changed, though it remained strange.

Medici, after a brief stupor, thoughtfully glanced at Lynn and then, with a flamboyant smile, mimicked Lynn's earlier tone, "I will never consider you Sasrir, hmm?"

The last word's upward inflection was full of sarcasm and provocation.

Lynn: ...

Why did you have to say that out loud!

Inwardly, Lynn felt like a screaming marmot, but he maintained an outward calm, though his pupils quaked.

But Lynn was still Lynn. Having already comforted himself mentally, he quickly suppressed the embarrassment, crossed his arms, and glanced at Medici. "Rather than provoking me, you should think about how to help the True Creator establish the church. That's not just my responsibility. As the faithful Red Angel, you wouldn't want to shirk this duty, would you?"

Such a large task of establishing a church, Lynn wouldn't handle alone. He'd definitely pull in as many helpers as possible.

First and foremost, Medici, the brain of the True Creator's side, the Red Angel, was a must.

"...That's a good idea!" Medici, a top-tier schemer, quickly grasped Lynn's intention and purpose, nodding in agreement.

Medici had previously considered helping the True Creator establish a church, but being skilled in war and conspiracy, he wasn't adept at church-building and management. Coupled with concerns about Black Emperor Solomon's presence and the True Creator's adequate anchors, he had let it slide.

However, if Lynn led the initiative, there'd be no problem.

Medici knew his unreliable brother was extremely dependable on serious matters, being a special talent reliable during crises but a danger otherwise.

Especially since Medici understood that Lynn's sudden change in attitude likely had to do with the Second Epoch's yet-to-go-crazy Sasrir, having him providing advice from behind made establishing a church feasible.

As an angel who experienced the entire Third Epoch, Medici knew even better than Lynn the abilities of the Deputy of Heaven, the Lord's Avatar, and the Dark Angel Sasrir.

(End of Chapter)

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