The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1311 385: The Ancient Gods Are Dead, the New Gods Shall Rise!_3

Just don't know why...

Listening to the complaints of this Otherworldly person, Merk felt a strangely strong sense of déjà vu in his heart.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality.

So that's it—

Refrigerator and advertising mean the Void Realm!

Gaze for thirty seconds to unlock the Void Realm!

He was shocked by this discovery.

Meanwhile, Miller hurriedly noted down these two incomprehensible concepts in his notebook, faithfully fulfilling his duty as an assistant.

Among everyone present, only Luo Yan understood all of this.

A warm smile graced his face, like a true God, softly speaking with a compassionate voice, looking at the helpless child.

"I understand, you wish to change all of this. Not just your own destiny, but also the fate of all Gray Men."

That whisper, like morning bells and evening drums, echoed deep in the Sea of Consciousness, and Jon felt as if he were an infant just awakening from a dream, opening those naive and ignorant eyes for the first time.

So that's it—

He was once confused about why he pursued the whispers of the Ancient Gods, but now all the fog had been blown away by the wind from the Void.

Not because of that incurable disease.

Not because of that unpayable debt.

He must change the fate of all Gray Men!

And only by changing the fate of all Gray Men can he save himself!

The flame of life rekindled in those dim eyes, no longer clouded with emptiness and confusion, nor filled with aimless wandering and compromise.

He clenched his fists, shouting from the depths of his Soul in a fervent and intense voice.

"Yes! I want to change all of this!"

However, that flame soon dimmed again, seemingly extinguished by the coldness of reality.

"But... they are too strong." Jon's voice carried a hint of despair, deep and hoarse, "They have rifles, tanks, roaring aircraft, and cold prosthetic armor... Moreover, they control the media. There have been rebels before, but they are almost instantly wiped out, both their bodies and voices."

Inside Colin Tower, Merk was increasingly unable to understand what the Gray Man was talking about.

He couldn't help but start to think that the bizarre world behind the Void Realm seemed more like the "Ancient Gods" filled with forbidden knowledge.

It would be great to obtain that knowledge.

Although they do not have Source Power, they seem to possess other strengths. Just as he had observed before, even without Source Power, they managed to bring the flame of a star down to earth.

Interestingly, Prince Colin seemed untroubled by the wisdom of the "Ancient Gods."

He had a peculiar talent, able to unravel clues from mere fragments and make precise and correct deductions to continue the dialogue.

All strange things seemed unsurprising to him.

"That's because the time has not yet come."

The God lovingly watched Jon. Though he could not see the gaze, he could clearly feel the care spanning endless Void.

"Weren't you part of the 'Company' when you were young? You even controlled the advertisements on the refrigerator. I guess that's also a form of media, even though it's just the tip of the iceberg. You must admit, you didn't hate it then; you even loved it."

"Are you saying... people don't hate the Company?"

Jon found it hard to accept this fact, yet couldn't deny it. He could lie to himself but couldn't deceive the loving father.

The God spoke gently.

"Yes. People didn't hate Merk initially; they quite liked Him, and the novelty wore off later."

Merk glanced at Colin with some awkwardness, but upon realizing the latter's expression remained unchanged, he could only retract that subtle gaze.

Indeed.

Prince Colin's words were actually quite reasonable.

Kael did not defeat "Iron Hand" with just his fists; the Extraordinary Power given to him was merely a embellishment on the grand battlefield.

Hearing this, Jon felt somewhat dejected. He was silent for a long time before cautiously asking.

"Then... has the time come now?"

His heart was filled with fear, afraid of receiving a "no" from that highest being.

There is no greater tragedy for mortals.

He was like a snail on the pendulum, spending a lifetime climbing only the cold pointer beneath him.

His brief life cannot wait too long and is destined only to be an insect flying in the summer, never reaching the decay of winter.

Fortunately—

God loves him.

"Of course."

"Being able to hear my voice is the best proof."

Looking at those eyes filled with hope, the voice from the void brought undeniable authority, delivering His first Oracle after returning.

"All mortals have lifespans, and so do mortal Kingdoms. Just as your father's is fifty years, your Kingdom is ninety-nine years."

"The reckoning has arrived."

"And I shall grant you the tool to execute the reckoning."

...

The next steps are already clear.

Instilling basic knowledge of the Source Magic School behind the Void Realm, for the mages of the Academic State, is almost as easy as solving textbook exercises.

Luo Yan simultaneously instructed the "Divine Envoy" at the other end of the Void Realm to help those equally struggling in the slums, to gather more "Source Power" for the "Holy Relic" worn on his chest, and to develop them into followers of the "Cosmic Spirit" sect.