Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Using sunlight as ink, void as paper, and the entire star realm as reader, the white feather pen dropped bright characters one after another, quietly tampering with the movements of people's hearts.

"Although it is said to be the most complete work, is it too much to say that it can trap a son of God?"

"The young master of prophecy was not without doubts in his mind, but he quickly recalled what friends from the old days said. Even the incarnation of uniqueness needs to digest one extraordinary characteristic after another to build its own foundation. Therefore, Thoth

It is easy to come to the conclusion that Amon, who was born recently, is not an angel in the full sense. Although the Minos Labyrinth can be broken with brute force, unfortunately, the Thief Path lacks powerful attack methods, and Amon previously obtained it from Medi

The fire stolen from Qi'er was already used to burn off Herabergen's beard, so being briefly trapped is a logical development."

"Reasonable development?" With a chuckle, a black figure appeared opposite the Creator at some point. The goddess of the night said calmly but unceremoniously, "This is not a coincidence of various collisions. You and I know it.

It’s clear.”

"Of course an old hermit can trap a new Angel of Time." There was a rare ripple in the calm voice of the Night Goddess, "Your sons and Medici are very smart, and they see through things without telling them.

, but how long can the true being be concealed? One day he will notice and inspire power that far exceeds Sequence 3, but he must not greet that day in ignorance."

As a remnant of the past, he couldn't help but feel a little more compassion and care for the Chinese young man who was still kept in the dark. But those days soaked in blood and fire made him know that fragile creatures cannot survive in madness and chaos.

To survive in the mysterious world, the hermit must be strong enough, strong enough to survive the endless struggle, strong enough not to be infected by the madness of divinity, strong enough to still hold on to hope even if he knows the cruelty of the world.

All gifts from fate come with a price. Those who stand at the top have long lost the right to move their feet. If they don't want to fall to pieces, they can only stand firm.

"Or do you not want to be the guy who tells children that there is no Santa Claus in the world?" The goddess of the night sighed lightly, "Alexander, what are you hesitating about?"

"..."

Why should He hesitate?

It was He who restored the child's self-awareness, it was Him who sent the child to the battlefield, and it was He who ordered Medici to train the child strictly. The child was growing step by step in the direction He expected... Why should He?

Hesitant?

The god's gaze cast down from the sky, and he saw the child decorating his little home with great interest, hanging the sheets and quilts high. The weather was so sunny, and his purple eyes were shaped into two arcs of crescents, and the wings on his nose and forehead were

Sweating gleaming in the sun.

He said: "It's you."

The white-rimmed crow standing on the branch of a tree tilted its head and fell to the ground, turning into a little boy with black hair and eyes.