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"Hmm, I see." The Goddess of Creation tilted her head, suddenly pulled up her collar, looked down at the "two big buns" inside, and then nodded as if she had just realized something.
“I understand, you humans like bodies like this, I can understand.” She put down her fork and stood up. “But, child, if you want to sleep, you have to go after Ian.”
What explosive words!
Ian even wanted to cut off his own ear while he was under the sofa.
"?????"
Even God Jonathan was somewhat dumbfounded.
He watched Charlotte Richards walk toward the door.
"where are you going?"
God Jonathan also stood up.
"Now I need to go find my new friend and see if she was eaten by wild humans on her way to buy alcohol—I remember you humans really enjoy cannibalism."
The goddess of creation dusted off her dress—which wasn't actually dust—and left. God opened his mouth as if to say something, but the goddess of creation had already disappeared into the night.
in situ.
In front of the dining table.
Only half a steak remained, along with a sullen-looking Creator.
"Damn it, looks like my medicine didn't work either." Lucifer gritted his teeth as he crawled out, brushing off the dust and Ian's footprints that were indeed on his suit.
"Hi, Samael."
Jonathan God sat in his chair, somewhat annoyed, and threw away his napkin.
Don't call me by that name!
Lucifer instantly flew into a rage.
The restaurant's chandeliers began to shake violently—this was a large-scale earthquake, though not of a very high magnitude.
"Oh, right, you've changed your own name now." God slowly forked a piece of broccoli. He didn't eat it, but just observed the ripe broccoli growing and blooming on his fork.
"You did not stop your mother's absurd behavior."
He appeared to be holding someone accountable, but he was actually just sighing.
“I already had a plan, but it’s all your fault, it’s all because of your appearance that I messed everything up. You’ve always been like this, and you never admit it, you just know how to shift the blame onto others.”
"It's like evil, hell, all of which originated from your creation, but who realizes that? Nobody! Everyone just blames me for everything!"
Lucifer's skin began to redden, and his horns and fangs appeared in an instant, revealing the true face of the devil.
"Stop making that nonchalant face of yours! I'm giving you a chance—apologize to me! And make amends for all the crimes you've committed!"
His finger almost poked the tip of God's nose.
God put down the fork.
The metal and the porcelain plate made a crisp sound.
“I thought that after so much time, you would have matured a bit.” He looked up, his eyes gleaming like a galaxy, “but it seems you’re still as disappointing as ever.”
The image of a strict father is very evident at this moment.
Lucifer, however, did not like this approach.
"You stripped me of my glory! You cast me into the abyss! You condemned me to eternal rest! Apologize!!!" Lucifer roared, his voice seemingly capable of shattering the entire dimension.
Hellfire swirled around him.
But God raised his hand and stabilized everything. He stood up and calmly walked to Lucifer. The two supreme beings stood face to face, and space itself distorted and warped because of Lucifer's rage.
This should have been an epic standoff—if only the background noise wasn't the "crackling" sound of digging.
Boom, boom, boom...
A dull thud of digging came from under the sofa.
"..." God frowned.
“…” Lucifer’s lips twitched.
The sound was continuous, like some kind of drilling machine frantically digging.
"Hey!"
God sighed, turned around, and lifted the sofa.
The space under the sofa was empty, except for a bottomless hole with several obvious claw marks along its edges. From the depths of the hole, Ian could be faintly heard humming a tune.
"I'm a little pangolin~ digging, digging, digging~"
The sound faded into the distance.
Clearly, "Pangolin Ian" has already used earth magic.
"."
God is the oldest life form and the creator of words and language, but at this moment, he feels that he has finally found something he could not do himself.
That is, how to use language to describe one's feelings, and Ian's actions.
Just now.
Lucifer suddenly chuckled.
"See? He's not afraid of me, but he's afraid of you—afraid that you'll use his body to sleep with Mom. You're the truly cunning, treacherous, and wicked one."
He pointed to his bleeding nose, as if it had become some kind of honor that could be used to strike at God.
"Oh?"
God stared silently at the hole in the ground, then suddenly snapped his fingers.
"Holy crap! Why can't I dig anymore?! Minecraft? I've hit the hardest bedrock?" Ian's exclamation came from deep underground, near the Earth's core.
“Speaking of cunning and treachery—we haven’t settled the score for you poisoning the food earlier.” God Jonathan straightened his clothes at this moment and turned to look at Lucifer again.
The Demon King's expression froze instantly.
He stared at his petty-minded father and swallowed hard.
The air felt slightly stagnant.
Only the faint flickering of candlelight remained in the living room.
Lucifer, due to his self-perception, maintained his grotesque demonic form, with menacing horns, protruding fangs, and his nose still bleeding even after the tissue was torn off.
Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the expensive wool carpet like dark red flowers—outside, there was the sound of police cars, perhaps the policewoman hadn't left yet.
No one knows what little stories Ian wrote in the magic book.
“My appointed time with this child is almost up.” God Jonathan broke the silence first, his gaze fixed on Lucifer, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable power.
this moment.
Lucifer's paranoia about being persecuted by his father has been triggered again.
The other person's gaze and words made Lucifer's mind spin. It was like being stuffed into a washing machine, with all sorts of absurd thoughts surging through his head.
After a while.
“No… this body of mine is mass-produced, you can’t use it! You have too much light…” He couldn’t help but take a few steps back, his face filled with inexplicable fear.
"Don't look at me like that! We're father and son! Father and son! You can't use my body to sleep with Mom!" Lucifer, startled and with a mind brimming with devilish ideas, finally admitted that he was God's child. The fact that he could get along so well with Ian meant he couldn't be without talent.
"??????"
God Jonathan rolled his eyes, as if looking at a hopeless idiot: "If you don't need your brain, put it in hell and hide it away."
He took a deep breath, as if suppressing some kind of impulse.
"I'm telling you that my agreement with this child to use my body is about to expire, and I won't break my promise. So, I also hope you remember what you promised me."
“Send your mother back, whether to heaven or hell.” God Jonathan’s voice deepened, though not as deep as Batman’s due to his hoarseness. As soon as he finished speaking, Jonathan’s body suddenly glowed with a dazzling white light, then collapsed onto the sofa like a powerless doll.
God was probably so enraged by Lucifer's devilish ideas that he simply logged off.
"You old geezer! You perverted old man!"
Lucifer stood still, staring at the unconscious Jonathan for a moment, then suddenly turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing through layers of dimensions, locking onto a certain camera that was spying on him.
"Don't let me catch you recording the screen just now."
He raised his hand and made a turning motion as if turning a switch.
next moment.
In the Dimensional Gap: Death Studio, a mirror in front of Miss Death suddenly turned into a static screen, and Lucifer's threatening expression vanished instantly.
“Who cares to look at him? When it comes to narcissism, Ian is number one, and Lucifer is always his second best.” Miss Death curled her lip and turned her attention to another mirror that showed Ian.
In the scene, the boy is frantically gnawing on some kind of hard rock, comparable to bedrock in Minecraft, deep underground, muttering things like "a worthy opponent"—her gaze remains fixed on the mirror, watching Ian relentlessly dig at the modified soil and stone like a groundhog.
Just as Miss Death was engrossed in watching, the woman in the white dress, who called herself "Paradox," suddenly spoke.
“If you keep spying on him like this, he’ll have solid proof that you have a crush on him.” The Paradox Lady’s voice was as cold as a wind chime, as if she were reminding Miss Death.
Miss Death was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.
"Oh? It seems you know my little follower quite well." Miss Death's voice was like silk gliding over a blade. She slowly floated away from the mirror, her black skirt moving without wind.
The embodiment of the concept finally looked at the other person, scrutinizing the Paradoxical Lady from head to toe. A few strands of starlight slipped from her hair, turning into fragments of souls the moment they touched the ground.
"You seem a bit special... Time Lord, is there something you need from me?" She suddenly moved closer, her icy breath condensing into frost flowers on her veil.
Miss Death's fingertips, clad in black gauze gloves, lifted the edge of the umbrella, revealing the delicate jawline hidden beneath the white-dressed woman's jewels—where a barely visible golden crack ran.
It looks rather strange.
The umbrella was tilted slightly.
The Paradoxical Lady raised her head, revealing a pair of dazzling golden eyes beneath her veil. Countless fragmented timelines were reflected within them, each seemingly reassembling and vanishing in the blink of an eye.
See this scene.
Miss Death narrowed her eyes slightly, a playful smile curving her lips.
"Indeed, it seems my judgment was still sharp." Her voice was like silk gliding over a blade, carrying a hint of languor and danger. "You are different from other Time Lords."