I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

The goddess felt all the strength drained from her body. This last remaining sane deity decided to represent Heaven in a genuine negotiation with the magician before her.

"What exactly do you want?" the goddess said, both indignant and helpless. "We've given you so many preferential treatments before, and you're still not satisfied. What do you want?"

Roland did not answer the goddess's question directly. Instead, he told a story: "Let me tell you a story—once upon a time, a hardworking farmer was tending his farm when he discovered a strange poisonous bee."

Based on observation, the farmer discovered that the wasp's venom was extremely potent; even a tiny amount could be fatal. Worse still, the wasp had already landed on the back of the farmer's hand.

If the wasps are swatted, the farmer will also be poisoned. So the farmers dare not move them, for fear of provoking the wasps.

Fortunately, the wasp seemed to understand human speech. So the farmer told the wasp, "I plan to build a hive for you on my farm, where you will thrive and multiply."

You will build a vast tribe, and we will live in peace for generations to come. So, take your hand off my back, I'm going to build you a hive.

After hearing this, the wasps happily flew away. But the farmer, back in his room, stared at the insecticide hanging on the wall, lost in thought.

Roland looked at the goddess: "I believe that everything the Kingdom of Heaven promised was from the bottom of its heart. But when the human world and the divine world are completely connected, and the gods take back the Book of Madness and Evil, and the wizards no longer have the opportunity to take the Book of Madness and Evil into the deep sea, the Kingdom of Heaven will definitely consider whether to let these poisonous bees multiply everywhere."

"You are not poisonous bees at all!" the goddess said angrily. "You are monsters!"

"Yes, this monster is not only the same size as the farmer, but the long stick on its belly is not a poisonous thorn but a hunting rifle."

Roland smiled and looked at the goddess: "So, this monster is not only unafraid of insecticides, but it can also use a shotgun."

But the farmer had never left the farm, so he had no idea that outsiders actually looked like that. He certainly couldn't believe that those insect-like creatures could use hunting rifles.

“We really underestimated you.” The goddess sighed deeply. “Since leaving the Paradise of Madness, we have never encountered an opponent. Even the forbidden creators who once imprisoned us fled in defeat before us.”

We have long forgotten that we were once a group of tiny insects imprisoned in a cage. We are too arrogant.
You're right, Roland. This war was inevitable. Since you didn't raise your guns against us first, we will inevitably raise them against you.

And the final result will inevitably be that they both end up lying on the ground.

“Your Highness, poisonous insects and farmers cannot coexist peacefully,” Roland said. “But farmers and outsiders can coexist peacefully.”

"Tell me. How many farms do you want?" The goddess got straight to the point, intending to divide the land with the wizards.

The Kingdom of Heaven is indeed very large, but if she had a choice, she really wouldn't want to do it.

“Your Highness, you don’t understand one thing,” Roland said. “These outsiders do reproduce very quickly, so once they start settling down, even if the farmers have many farms, they will eventually run out of food.”

Roland hit the nail on the head.

The goddess knew very well that once this matter started, it would never end.

Five today, ten tomorrow. The wizards are in their prime; they will truly swarm like bees, spreading across every farm.

"Your Highness, I know that you don't actually want wizards to exist. Because they really are like poisonous insects."

Because you come from the lower classes, yet you regard it as a prison.

To maintain one's existence in the material world, one needs an anchor—and that anchor is faith.

Once the spirits of the lower world lose their anchor in the material world, they will eventually fall into the lower world—this is why the gods go mad over time.

The more believers there are, the more prayers the gods hear, and the more stable their own condition becomes.

Therefore, before the existence of wizards, the faith of believers was the anchor point for the gods to maintain their existence.

Faith can define divine power, divinity, divine personality, and even deities. Therefore, you need the faith and prayers of believers. Or rather, you need the definitions provided by believers.

Without believers, everything about the gods ceases to exist, and you will all return to the lower realms.

Roland looked at the goddess: "Am I right?"

The goddess did not answer, but her gradually paling face said it all.

"Hmm, it seems that the main gods are not all ignorant. Many gods only know the result but not the cause. As a result, even after absorbing so many gods, we have not been able to get the answer directly from their memories."

Instead, it took a long time of research to understand all of this.

Roland slowly said, "The gods do not understand the logic behind this, but they know that the more believers they have, the more stable their own situation becomes."

From a certain perspective, the gods' understanding of this matter is also correct, because the more benevolent the gods are in the believers' imagination, the more benevolent the gods will be, and the less likely they are to go mad.

In any case, once faith becomes a necessity for the gods to maintain their existence, truth and wisdom become deadly poison, because once wizards spread, believers will become fewer and fewer, and the Kingdom of Heaven will enter its death.

Once the wizards have spread the truth to all the farms, and no one worships the gods anymore, then the gods will completely return to the lower world and will never be able to climb out of the prison that is the lower world again.

However, Your Highness, as I said before, you haven't understood one thing.

Roland looked at the goddess: "The Mad God doesn't need any faith at all. What you need is an anchor."

Faith can be an anchor point; divine position, divine status, and divine power can be anchor points; the memory and cognition of the gods, and even the ancient scriptures written in words, can also be anchor points.

Similarly, knowledge of the gods can also serve as an anchor point; it is even more stable.

Because faith can be altered and arbitrarily manipulated. Based on the church's control over people's thoughts, it is unstable. But truth is different.

Truth cannot be altered, nor can it be arbitrarily shaped. It simply exists. Whether there is a church, whether there are blind believers, or even whether anyone actually believes, truth is truth!
As long as the Great Astral Plane exists, truth will remain.

And when your anchor becomes truth, then the spirits of the lower world can roam freely in any dimension, even if you delve deep into the lower world and encounter endless chaos, they will not lose their sanity.

Roland said, emphasizing each word, "The reason why the light of dawn does not go mad is because it represents the truth."

Your anchor can also be bound to truth. It's just that your nature is chaotic and wicked, making it impossible for you to decipher your own secrets, and therefore impossible to bind to truth. But wizards can.

Roland's words left the goddess in a state of shock for a long time.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind, and she secretly communicated with the gods.

As if hearing the thoughts of the gods, Roland said to the goddess, "Although I don't like the saying, 'So, we should tame those poisonous outsiders?'"

But you're right.

We, the toxic outsiders, actually eat pollen—while you, need the fruit after pollination.

The gods are mysterious spirits originating from the lower world. They opened a door between the lower world and the material world, unleashing endless mystery that attracts wizards to their aid and help them grow stronger.

Therefore, wizards need the elves of the lower world. With elves, they can possess a magnificent world and endless magic.

The elves, in turn, need wizards even more. The more we unravel the mysteries of truth, the stronger the magical power of the world will become, and the more prosperous the elves will be.

Therefore, as I said before, wizards and elves are meant to coexist. Harmony between them will lead to greater prosperity.

The reason for this war is simply because you consider yourselves gods.

“What you say is unpleasant, but you’re right. You’re not insects. We’re neighbors.” The goddess pursed her lips, somewhat reluctantly admitting, “We even depend on you for our existence.”

“Stop acting up here so reluctantly, my lady.” Roland looked at the stars in the sky, which were already glowing crimson, and said, “Everyone except you has already given in.”

No one was concerned about whether or not to submit to the wizards, so the discussions on the 'surrender agreement' and the 'contract between the elves and humans' went very smoothly.

Communicating with shared ideas is far more efficient than using language. A few minutes of communication can be worth a hundred years of discussion.

So, why don't you stop having these episodes and come in for a meeting? Then, together we can create a new past world, leave this place completely, and go back to living our normal lives.

"What do you mean?" The goddess seemed not to understand Roland's meaning.

“I told you to stop having another episode.” Roland conjured a mirror out of thin air and placed it in front of the goddess: “If you don’t wake up soon, we’ll have to abandon you, Miss Olivia Diana Heraca.”

Looking at the person in the mirror, the goddess's pupils suddenly contracted, and countless memories slowly flooded into her mind.

It turns out that the game between the gods and wizards had already ended long ago.

Alaye is a community of wizards; even without any one of its members, Alaye will still exist. Only the administrators who govern its collective will will change.

So after Roland fell into a deep sleep with the Supreme God, Heracles came to rule over everything.

He devoured all the gods in a way that was even more efficient and terrifying than Roland's. In the blink of an eye, the sky turned crimson, and the stars that symbolized the gods were already radiating a red glow.

Although He was extremely efficient, He suffered from severe mental illness. Therefore, despite the long-standing submission of angels and gods, He was still inexplicably fighting against Himself.

When Roland awoke, he noticed that the stars in the sky, representing the gods and angels, were now a deep crimson. He realized this when he saw that the gods and angels were still engaged in battle.

Looking again at the face of the goddess who was weeping with her face covered on the edge of the cliff, directing the angels and gods in battle, she completely guessed everything.

This goddess is Heracles, but she also represents the part of the main gods who, after their defeat, are still somewhat unwilling to accept it.

That's why He spoke so many words from the perspective of the Kingdom of Heaven.

It is precisely because these gods are still somewhat unwilling, still struggling, and unwilling to be completely integrated that Heracles has always been unable to distinguish who she is.

But now, although they were very displeased to hear that the gods had signed such humiliating agreements as the 'surrender pact' and the 'contract between the elves and humans,' they had come to accept the fact that 'in reality, we should exist in dependence on you.' Therefore, they completely let go of their obsessions.

After the deities' rebellious obsession completely disappeared, they were thoroughly integrated into Alaye's will to 'meet'.

Heracles gradually regained consciousness.

As she slowly regained consciousness, her body gradually transformed into red threads and entered Roland's body.

As Romain Rolland said, direct communication of ideas is far more efficient than language; a few minutes of communication is worth a hundred years of discussion.

But the discussion about creating a new world and leaving this place lasted for hours.

This new world will change much of history and redefine the Kingdom of Heaven.

The contents of the surrender agreement and various contracts will be fully implemented in the process of creating a new world. From then on, the gods will completely relinquish their divine authority and fulfill their obligations within the constraints of the new world—while also enjoying the rights that people have bestowed upon them.

Several hours later, Roland slowly opened his eyes and reached out to light up the stars in the sky. Then, representing the collective will of the wizards, he joined the gods in creating a new world. (End of Chapter)