Surviving The Fourth Calamity

49: Chapter 49: The God of Time and Space Ascending to the Divine Throne 49: Chapter 49: The God of Time and Space Ascending to the Divine Throne The God of Time and Space was a person who strictly adhered to moral and legal principles.

Before countless versions of himself in numerous worlds, he recounted his origin and needs.

In the sky, the image split into countless screens.

Some nodded and gave a thread of their soul to him, while others shook their heads in refusal, unwilling to assist this strange outsider.

The soul was one’s own, and the God of Time and Space bore no resentment towards those who were unwilling to help.

It was, after all, a choice made by “oneself.” He simply persisted in his quest, journeying through one world after another.

As he neared the completion of his task, he arrived at a world where houses had collapsed and roads were split open.

“Himself” was buried beneath high piles of rubble.

The world consciousness of these worlds had reluctantly allowed the soul of the God of Time and Space to enter; there was no way he could help this “self” who was in his twenties.

The other fragmented screens disappeared, leaving only the God of Time and Space and the conversation between him and the twenty-year-old soul.

Even though their skin colors differed and their hair hues were not the same, one could still feel that these two were the same person through their eyes and eyebrows.

This soul not only completely compensated for the missing soul of the divine spirit; it was also telling something to the God of Time and Space.

In the end, as the soul turned into a golden crystallization, it was whisked away by a shooting star.

This meteor passed through the rifts of time and space, returning to the River of Time and Space of its home world.

It then continued towards the continent and finally landed in the Saral Royal Palace.

In the image, there was only the Queen in utter despair and the Little Prince who was nearly at his last breath.

In the split second when the Prince’s soul rose from his body, a golden crystallization was inserted.

The one who opened his eyes next was the current William.

What followed was the painful dialogue between William and Queen Spencer.

In the end, the Queen acknowledged this son in exchange for the star that the God of Time and Space had transformed into, gathering the poor Little Prince’s soul.

Indeed, William had no interest in the Saral kingship; he was consistently engrossed with the star beside him, crafting various arrays of divine power.

Next was the truth behind the Little Prince’s fall from his horse.

Two years ago, William, who went out for a breather, was attacked by several Magisters.

Facing an indifferent Old King and two foolish brothers, as well as a horde of Great Nobility who covered up the truth.

Unable to contain his fury, William cursed out loud and was eventually banished from Saral.

He etched a vast array into the land of his own territory.

The star then divided itself into two parts, with the core turning into the gemstone of the Seal Ring on William’s finger.

The majority of it transformed into golden light, merging with the underground array.

Soon after, tablets floated up from the array, and around the edges of these tablets, hundreds and thousands of figures emerged.

Unlike the Gods of Nobility and Monarchy, the God of Time and Space was actually considered a Nature God.

The reason He needed so much soul power was that His soul had already been assimilated by the space-time law; He had become the embodiment of time and space itself.

He had long been the master of the River of Time and Space, only lacking the final sublimation.

What He needed was simply enough people to recite His name, to inscribe His divinity and divine name in the starry sky.

The God of Time and Space had in fact already ascended to the Divine Throne, without the need to walk step by step into the stars, shedding his mortal body to become divine.

Endless silver-white light showered down from heaven towards the God of Time and Space, as He began to condense His divine form.

Hill watched in confusion as the Gods of Nobility and Monarchy did not make their move.

He turned his body slightly; he could move now.

Fran stopped him, “The world consciousness is still here, and divine power cannot be used now.

Don’t move!”

Hill nodded in silence.

He now understood why the legends of the deities felt so real; the world consciousness, like silent film commentary, allowed him to know what had happened just by watching the scene unfold.

But what was William?

Was he a divine avatar or a future divine subordinate?

Bringing back versions of himself from other worlds to serve as Pope was quite the clever move by the God of Time and Space.

No wonder William seemed both monitored and yet daring in his actions.

Hill sighed lightly; it was all for the best.

After all, he owed his second chance at life to William.

However, this person could no longer be considered just a human.

Fran spoke quietly, “The world consciousness recognizes the God of Time and Space more.

It seems his contribution back then was significant.

The world remembers him.”

Adrian suddenly said, “Would anyone dare to offend William in this world in the future?

His use of a Divine Artifact is almost indistinguishable from being used directly by a god!”

Fran cautioned the two, “Stop talking about this.

Is there anything secret in this vicinity now?”

Hill thought to himself: This means even if you think the God of Time and Space is sure to win, don’t blabber about it.

In case the Gods of Nobility and Monarchy notice, they might strike you down before withdrawing; dying such a death would be in vain.

Indeed, the Gods of Nobility and Monarchy were quite embarrassed now.

Their divine descent had a time limit, and yet, they hadn’t immediately tried to squash William upon arrival in order to demonstrate their own power.

Just watching the God of Time and Space’s little film had almost exhausted all their divine descent time.

But the world consciousness still wouldn’t allow them to act.

They had wasted a lot of divine power for nothing.

And the Goddess of Love and Arts, to show solidarity, had also squandered her divine descent.

All they could do now was wait for the God of Time and Space to solidify His divine body and head deep into the starry sky to inscribe His divine name before attempting to intercept Him with their true forms.

This was a life and death battle; the Goddess of Love and Arts would not waste her power leaving the Divine Kingdom for such a cause.

Sure enough, while the God of Time and Space was still radiating silver light, the figures of the Gods of Nobility and Monarchy and the Goddess of Love and Arts had disappeared.

The moment Dionysio regained consciousness, he didn’t hesitate to speed away.

Once he left, the Legendary members of the Noble Coalition scattered in every direction, fleeing for their lives.

Hill could only sympathize with those poor souls who dared not leave.

What William would do with them, nobody knew.

The silver glow gradually faded, and the silver-haired, silver-eyed God of Time and Space stood in the air.

Looking down, He tossed the Scales and the Tablet to William, “I’ll be waiting for you to return in the Divine Kingdom!”

William smiled and nodded, “Waiting for the news of your victory.”

The God of Time and Space sighed, “20,000 years!

It’s really been too long!”

A silver light shot straight beyond the clouds.

Hill really wanted to see the battle of a True God!

Fran said irritably, “Just wait!

That’s in the deepest part of the starry sky, a place only a deity can reach.”

Hill didn’t give up and looked back at William.

The magic defense of Clotho had been lifted, but William still sat at the top of the Magic Tower, watching the sky.

He always felt that William had a way.

Hill pulled Fran along, “Let’s go to Clotho!”

After some thought, Fran agreed.

The cost of restarting the airship was too great, so for such a short distance, the three of them stowed the ship and flew there directly.

A No-Fly Formation had been set up in the city of Clotho, so the trio landed outside the city gates.

The moment he arrived in Clotho, Hill noticed players all over the ground, sending messages with their tablets.

They could only make gestures to each other, and Hill watched their muted state with pleasure.

William must have played many games before and had a profound understanding of players.

Otherwise, those players would surely have discussed loudly, or even flown into the air for a better view.

This story of a grassroots struggle to become a god, how worthy it was of recording and discussion from every angle!

The love and hate between the three deities could spawn countless posts, an amount Hill dared not imagine.

The God of Time and Space had better not look at the forums.

Suddenly, William stood up and threw the Divine Artifact Tablet he held into the sky.

The tablet swiftly grew in midair, turning into a screen as big as a movie theater.

The God of Time and Space appeared onscreen, traveling through the starry sky, heading straight toward a place that resembled a black hole.

Fran was overjoyed, “My goodness!

The appearance of the starry sky!

I thought one only saw this at the legendary level.”

Adrian, however, suddenly interjected, “Has William’s hair turned silver?”

Hill looked at Adrian, who was off-topic.

Had he seen too many glitches?

The two paid him no attention.

In the picture, the red-haired, blue-eyed nobles and the God of Monarchy had appeared.

The God of Time and Space stood with a smile, endlessly slicing open space and redirecting the thunder and sword light furiously striking toward Him to other places.

Countless spatial rifts rose in the starry sky, ceaselessly advancing toward the nobles and the God of Monarchy.

This was a confrontation between laws, seemingly ordinary, yet each strike could destroy a star.

For half a month, William sat there, watching the deity’s final battle.

The Undead Tribe, numbering in hundreds of thousands, was now packed in Clotho.

Even though William had opened several spaces, there were still no hotels available for Hill and the others.

Fran helplessly found a corner to release an Alchemy Hut, and the three of them settled down.

At Alice’s pleading, Hill could only hug her while staying in the hut, watching the sky from the window every day.

Hill initially thought the muted players would gradually leave the No-Fly Clotho, but unexpectedly, more kept arriving.

To witness the excitement, they didn’t even care about the pain of mute.

They preferred to talk face to face with tablets rather than leave.

Every day, heaps of players sat on the streets or squatted on rooftops to watch the movie.

After going out a few times, Fran and Adrian also resignedly stayed in the hut.

After half a month, the God of Time and Space’s attacks suddenly changed; He added the variable of time to his spatial rifts, making them flicker erratically.

Their abrupt variation caused the nobles and the God of Monarchy to be swallowed by a rift, losing an arm.

The nobles and the God of Monarchy’s expressions changed drastically, and they turned to flee.

The God of Time and Space suddenly laughed, as the nobles and the God of Monarchy flew directly into a spatial passage.

No one knew when the God of Time and Space had set the trap, but the passage itself must have been harmless; otherwise, the strong premonitions of a deity would have warned them.

The God of Time and Space opened a screen and watched with delight as the nobles and the God of Monarchy charged into the Abyss.

Tit for tat!

Smiling, He waved his hand to disperse the screen and walked into the black hole in the depths of the starry sky.

William stood up and retracted the tablet.

Looking down at the players crowding the streets, he smiled helplessly, “From now on, Clotho will become the new Royal Capital of Saral, and the Temple of Time and Space will also be built here.”

He gestured to lift the players’ mute, “Clotho still forbids flying.

Friends of the Undead Tribe, I hope you will actively participate in the construction of the Temple and the Royal Capital.

The war is just at a pause, and you may now go to the Quartermaster to claim your military exploits for this phase.

But don’t slack off!

If Haifasar Sardo and the other nations that participated in attacking Saral do not provide me with a satisfactory explanation, I will march south, seeking to reclaim my honor with blood and fire!”