Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 325 The State of the True Creator

Ulorus was also the only one who witnessed how the true creator had become unrecognizable. The original true creator was not nearly as insane as he was at the end of the Fifth Age. Although the true creator at that time was also half-mad, he could still control himself most of the time and still had the side that the Angels of Fate were familiar with. Otherwise, he could not have allied with Solomon and become the true god of Solomon's Empire.

But later, as believers dwindled and old friends passed away, the anchor of the true Creator became fewer and fewer, and the person tilted more and more toward madness until there was no more lucidity.

Urelius witnessed all of this, but he had no power to stop it. He could only pray to the Lord and to fate, hoping that everything would turn out for the better and that one day the true Creator would regain his senses and return to the form he knew.

Ulorus sometimes hates himself and questions fate. He is the angel of fate, yet he cannot change the fate of those around him and is powerless in the face of the vortex of destiny.

Fate seemed to have favored Him, allowing Him to live from the Second Age to the present, or perhaps it was just playing a joke on Him, making Him the powerless bystander.

Sasriel listened quietly, looking at Urelius's sad and self-reproachful expression, sighed, and said, "This is not your fault, Urelius."

He then raised his hand and pressed it on Ulolius’s head, saying, “I am here now, and everything is moving in a good direction, so don’t be afraid, Ulolius.”

Sasriel could see the fear hidden beneath Urolius's joy. He had experienced far too much, and in the face of a long and uncertain fate, he had almost lost everything he once possessed. Therefore, even though things seemed to be improving now, Urolius still couldn't help but feel hesitant and fearful despite his joy.

He feared that this was yet another cruel joke of fate, that he might lose everything again after experiencing gain once more.

Ouroboros was never a detached person. Although he seemed dull and not very human, he truly cared about everything he had.

However, the Angel of Fate is not good at expressing her feelings, so most of the time she can only choose to remain silent and express herself through things like murals.

Sasriel understood Urolius; He knew this child, who had followed Him since childhood, so while comforting him, He couldn't help but feel heartache.

Sasriel had initially thought Ulorus was doing fairly well, but now it seemed that this "fairness" was just an illusion.

“Great Serpent, I never knew you were such a coward! Don’t disgrace your master, okay?” Medici spoke at this moment, his words sounding somewhat sarcastic, though his tone was anything but. He looked at Urolius and said:

"Let me tell you a truth: if fate really wants to play a joke on you, slap it twice instead of kneeling there praying and hiding in a corner crying. That won't do any good!"

Ulorus turned his head to look at him, not angry. After all, even if he wasn't very smart, he understood that Medici's words were actually meant to comfort him. So he just looked at him and said seriously, "Thank you, Medici."

"Hmph!" Medici chuckled softly, then, as if remembering something, glanced at Rolin, who was watching the show, and said, "Besides, even if you don't believe us, you have to believe in the value of that unscrupulous street lamp. Fate is just a clown in front of him."

Roland, who had somehow produced a handful of sunflower seeds and was now cracking them open, looked up at Medici, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Are you praising me or insulting me?"

"I'm just stating a fact." Medici wasn't ashamed at all. He even held out his hand to Rowling and said, "Give me an apple." "Why don't you just change your name to Apple Angel from now on!" Rowling rolled his eyes at him, but still took an apple from the alternate dimension and tossed it to him. Then he looked at the others and said, "Do you guys want something to eat too?"

"Uh, no, thank you." Sasriel was clearly unaccustomed to this situation, paused for a moment, and shook his head.

"I want a handful of sunflower seeds," Adam said. In the past, he probably wouldn't have asked for anything, but now that he was learning to regain his humanity, he naturally chose a more down-to-earth approach.

Lorin generously took out a bag of sunflower seeds from his alternate dimension and gave it to Adam. Then he looked at Urolius and asked, "Little Urolius, is there anything you want to eat? Be generous and say so. I don't have much else in my dimension, but I have plenty of all kinds of food."

Ulorus seemed to think seriously for a few seconds before saying, "I want to eat ice cream."

Upon hearing this, Luo Lin gave Him a strange look and remarked, "You Mercury Serpents all seem to have similar tastes."

Despite his complaints, Rowling still deftly took out a three-scoop ice cream and handed it to Ulrolius—the main reason he carried it with him was because of Will.

In an instant, everyone except Sasriel had food in their hands. If it weren't for the fact that the Forsaken Land looked truly eerie, they would have looked like a group of young people on a picnic.

Ulorus, who was initially feeling rather down, seemed to have regained his composure after receiving comfort and having his emotions disrupted by the distribution of food.

After taking two bites of ice cream, He seemed to remember something and looked at the crowd, saying, "The Lord is waiting for you."

“Then let’s go see Him!” Rowling said, cracking sunflower seeds.

So the group followed in Ulrich's footsteps and soon came to see the true creator.

"You seem to be in pretty good shape." Roland raised an eyebrow, looking at the True Creator not far away, who was completely shrouded in a hood and almost blended into the surrounding shadows. His aura was much more peaceful than when he had last met him. He said with a sigh.

"Saslir is the best anchor point for me." The voice of the true creator came from under the hood, without any maddening ramblings, as if an ordinary person were speaking.

This change made Rowling raise an eyebrow again. He knew very well that even if the true creator did not want to, His words would inevitably be tainted before, which was a manifestation of His inability to control Him. Now, this situation had obviously improved greatly.

"So that's why the Sun God readily agreed... Indeed, experience counts." Roland said with a sigh, stroking his chin, but his expression showed no surprise.

“This is a good thing for all of us, and Sasriel is indeed very useful, isn’t it?” The True Creator did not deny it; He even joked.

(End of this chapter)