I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Roland thought to himself: 'According to the theory of the Menger sponge cube, the entire universe is a giant Rubik's Cube. And we are the small cubes that have broken away from the material universe and split off from the Rubik's Cube.'

Although we have detached ourselves from the material universe, we remain connected to it. That's why we haven't sunk into the ocean of the lower realms.

Once the thread breaks, we will be like people who have fallen into the deepest ocean and lost their anchor, completely separated from the material world and plunged into the deepest sea of ​​chaos.

The gods now hold these threads in their hands, and we must cut them, or our lives will be entirely in their hands.

Olivia said we must never cut the thread. But I think it's not impossible.

Because all we need to do is connect ourselves to another thread and establish a new anchor point with the material world.

We have the Well of Faith in Malrod, which is larger than all the wells in the church.

Therefore, it is entirely possible to create a 'steel rope' that is thicker and stronger than all the threads combined.

If we excavate new large wells from some ruins and build thick steel cables, then no one will be able to control our destiny anymore.

The universe is so vast, the balloon's string doesn't necessarily have to be tied to the earth in heaven!

All you need to do is find a place the gods haven't discovered yet, and secretly tie the rope there.

As a crucial hidden thread in all of the wizards' plans, the 'Submarine Project' has never been shelved.

Because it allows wizards to escape this world in the worst-case scenario, and in the best-case scenario, it helps them leave this world, conquer various planes, and even conquer Heaven.

The Well of Faith project in Malrod has always been a key project, and given the current situation, the wizards will need to invest even more resources into it.

Roland thought to himself, 'The things Olivia told me today are things the wizards have no idea about. She's right, we know nothing about the truth of the world.'

I must find a chance to tell Catherine.

"what are you thinking about?"

Roland sat on the bed, lost in thought, while Olivia had been watching him for quite some time.

Olivia knew that Roland was probably processing what she had told him.

But she had a strange feeling that the boy's reaction after hearing her warning was somewhat different from what she had expected.

Logically speaking, anyone who learns about these things should feel confused, panicked, fearful, or simply disbelieving.

But this kid was far too calm.
Olivia sensed that the boy wasn't afraid after hearing her warning; on the contrary, he seemed even more determined.

This made Ovilia wary.

If this kid remains obstinate, then I'll have no choice but to take some forceful measures.

Just as a dangerous glint appeared in Olivia's eyes, Roland suddenly shook his head and laughed.

"Hehehehe."

His laughter was utterly desolate and furious. It seemed he was mocking himself, or perhaps the absurdity of something.

Olivia frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Roland said, "Isn't it funny, Diana?"
We have spent our entire lives striving to completely banish the gods from this world.

Countless people have dedicated their lives to this cause, and countless others have given their lives for it.

Everyone believes that as long as you real evil gods are driven away, the world will become a better place.

But in the end, we can't live without you at all.

Roland looked up at Olivia, his gaze incredibly complex.

"Isn't it ridiculous that the so-called evil god who wreaks havoc on this world is actually protecting it?"
What have we become?!

What are the things we've done?!

Olivia breathed a deep sigh of relief.

She couldn't help but hug the child's head to her chest and stroke his hair.

"Roland, the gods have indeed been protecting this world all along; in fact, you could say they love you even more than I do."

Roland: Wisdom and truth are not necessities for survival and continuation.

On the contrary, in many cases, they are poison.

Compared to them, I was too radical and too risky.

I have followed the Forbidden Creators for too many years, and even became one of them, entering the research institute. Their ideas have influenced me so deeply that it is sometimes difficult for me to accept the concepts of the gods.

But that doesn’t mean they were wrong.

At least for you, it is wrong to pursue the truth excessively.

You're all too young; you can't handle it.

Roland couldn't help but roll his eyes and make a few sarcastic remarks about what Olivia was saying.

But he still obediently leaned against her chest, pretending to be seeking comfort.

Roland thought to himself, 'Lady Heraca, Lady Heraca. The impression you usually leave on me is so magnificent and terrifying that I almost forgot you are a staunch advocate of surrender.'

From the very beginning, this woman has been urging us to kneel before the gods and become their dogs. She has long since betrayed the revolution and become a traitor to the workers.

We do need her help with many things, but we must never let her know.

Therefore, I have no choice but to secretly trick her into helping me.
But she's determined to go to the Vatican, what can we do?

I definitely can't go with her!

Roland's eyes began to move subtly.

'Heracca showed off for so long in the live stream today, and it seems the higher-ups didn't even realize she wasn't Olivia.'

This shows that, at least during the live stream, the gods above couldn't discover who she was.

So, as long as we find a way to get rid of the real Olivia, we can plant this psychopath as a spy among the enemy.

Sending a madman to be a spy—only Roland could come up with that idea.

But what can we do now if we don't let her become a spy?

After all, she had no choice but to go, and once she decided to do something, no one could stop her!
This guy used to wreak havoc in Heaven. He was a great demon who, as a forbidden creator at the Great Sage level, ignited the Mad Fire and became the Mad God.

Let alone wizards, who could stop her? Even in heaven, few could do anything about her.

Roland couldn't help but sigh deeply. He thought, "Lady Heracles must be going to the Papacy, or even to have a meeting with the Kingdom of Heaven. Otherwise, there would be no one to play the role of 'Olivia' as the messenger."

I definitely can't go.

But someone has to keep an eye on this crazy woman! Can this unreliable girl, O'Reilly, handle this task?
Surely not!

Roland was so worried that he could only silently pray to the goddess of fortune again.

On the one hand, she prayed that Lady Luck would make O'Reilly more reliable.

On the one hand, it is also hoped that Goddess of Fortune can provide a perfect solution from the unseen forces.

Roland had no idea how many Goddesses of Fortune there were in Heaven, nor did he know that there was only one Goddess of Fortune who could currently extend her influence into this world.

However, it was perfectly reasonable for him to pray to the goddess of fortune. After all, while the goddess of fortune herself was extremely unreliable, and even less able to make O'Reilly reliable, she could still offer a 'perfect' solution.

Roland was unaware of the Goddess of Fortune's affairs; all he wanted to do now was appease Auvilla and then find an opportunity to tell Catherine the news.

"Lady Heracles, I'm fine. I just suddenly realized you're right." Roland pushed Olivia away, looking dejected.

His acting was superb; at that moment, he seemed to have all his strength drained away.

Furthermore, he specifically used the respectful title 'Lady Heracles' instead of the nickname 'Diana,' making it seem as if he already regarded the person before him as his support.

"Roland, you've finally grown up."

Looking at Roland before her, Olivia's eyes revealed a look of great satisfaction. She gently stroked Roland's hair, just like an elder doting on a child.

Roland couldn't help but think to himself, 'That look in her eyes... it's like she's watched me grow up from a child.'
Perhaps this has something to do with my divine shadow? She has always guarded the Sea of ​​Chaos, so she believes that I am someone she has watched grow up since childhood?

I don't quite understand this feeling, but come to think of it, she worked for my mother. Calling her "aunt" isn't unreasonable.

Feeling the care from this elder, Roland couldn't help but glance at the Empress's chest twice before leaning closer.

Olivia had no idea what Roland was thinking. She stroked Roland's head and said, "Roland, I couldn't help but tell you a lot of things today."

But you should know that these things are not suitable to tell more people.

Roland sighed and said, "Even I can't process these things, how can they possibly accept them?"

Wisdom is a useless poison. They are all mortals; how can they understand the truth of God?

Besides, what's the use of telling them? Everyone is looking forward to the beautiful Garden of Eden planned by the gods. Decades later, people have long since abandoned that useless wisdom and will no longer pursue the truth.

At that time, the wise wizards all became gods and went to help the Kingdom of Heaven develop its technology. They would no longer cause trouble.

And those who did not need wisdom lived happily in the Garden of Eden. They no longer touched the poisonous fruit of knowledge, no longer suffered sorrow or trouble, and no longer caused chaos.

Olivia nodded, feeling increasingly gratified.

“Your friends seem to really want you to meet them before the party. You don’t have to stay with me all the time; you can go over and catch up with them.”

Olivia seemed to have completely trusted Roland by this point, and even allowed him to leave her sight and meet with the wizards alone.

Roland quietly opened one eye and glanced at the quartz clock on the wall.

Realizing it was only a little past two in the afternoon, and still quite early, he sighed and said, "Sigh, I'm not in the mood to catch up with them right now. My mind is in turmoil."

That bastard, he was in a hurry to leave just now, but now he's not in a hurry anymore—his whole face is practically pressed against someone's chest.

Seeing Roland so dejected and dejected, Olivia's eyes softened, and she patted Roland's back to comfort him.

As she continued to comfort the empress, she began to sense that something was amiss.

With a puzzled look, she placed her hand on her belt and touched it, then was surprised to find a large hand touching her.

"Little Roland, why are you untying my belt?"

Olivia looked down at Roland in astonishment.

Roland looked up with an innocent expression and said, "Your Highness Heracles, your knight's robes are a bit dirty. Let me help you take them off and wash them."

"What are you saying? Let go! Let go now! We don't need you to do it."

Before he could finish speaking, Olivia was shocked and incredulous to see Roland's hands yank downwards with force.

At that moment, Olivia stared at the trousers and belt that had suddenly been pulled down to her calves, her mind buzzing, and she wondered if she was dreaming.

"Lady Heracles, look here. While you were pretending to comfort me, you were already fantasizing about what's happening now, weren't you?"

The goddess was stunned by the foul language Roland used.

He has never been so blasphemed.

At that moment, her mind was buzzing, and she froze, speechless, as if she had completely shut down.
Before she could react, Roland, with red eyes, pushed her onto the bed and then covered her with the blanket.
What followed was a series of indistinct conversations under the covers.

It sounds as if the goddess believes that Roland acted out of line and acted abnormally after being stimulated by those truths.

So at the beginning, she kindly tried to calm Roland down. In doing so, she missed the best opportunity to kick Roland away.

By the time she realized Roland was serious, it was already too late.
"Roland, are you crazy! Do you know what you're doing?! Stop fooling around, stop being naughty! Let go, let go!"

Roland didn't have time to answer her.

The wind and snow outside the window suddenly intensified, the snowflakes falling like a torrential downpour. The fierce wind blowing in through the cracks in the window made the wooden furniture inside creak and sway.

This also makes the fire in the fireplace burn brighter and brighter.

The charcoal crackled and popped as it burned. The room was very noisy.

Just as the goddess said, Roland has suffered too much trauma today. Therefore, her pleas are meaningless.

Just as the despicable Roland had thought, although Queen Heracles was incredibly dangerous and terrifying, she couldn't bear to harm the child. So, she ultimately chose to turn her face away and silently let the child's mischievous behavior run rampant.

"Your Highness Heracles, you kept calling me 'child,' making me think you were a serious and respectful elder. But...tsk tsk tsk."

"Shut up! Roland, I'm going to tell your mother about this."

"Hehe, by the way, let me also tell you about those little tricks you used when you were pretending to comfort me just now."

"Pretending? What are you talking about?! You think I'm seducing you?!"

"My Goddess, if you loosen your legs a little, I might actually believe you."

"I...I was just afraid you'd fall off the bed."

"Oh, I see. It seems I misunderstood. You didn't seduce me; I forced you. It's all my fault, sweetheart. Turn around and let me take a good look at you."

It's unclear what happened in the next two hours, but the goddess seemed to repeatedly ask Roland to call her by the gentle nickname 'Diana'.

The title 'Lady Heracles' filled her with immense shame. It also made her feel ashamed before her mistress.

After all, she couldn't resist seducing the young master of the house today. (End of Chapter)