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Chapter 895: Swapping identities with the Bronze Guardian
Michael went to the great teleportation altar of the Golden Throne, ready to teleport to the divine realm.

Raziel lost his composure: "Boss, can you really get him out?"

Michael frowned. "I've been thinking about the Emperor's deeper meaning behind this gift. It's that the authentic wine is here, and the expired wine Dachun drank isn't considered tribute wine, but rather waste. So Dachun isn't guilty of stealing tribute, and I can get him out."

Raziel panicked: "If I'm pulled out, I'll be the one in the wrong, and I'll have to suffer a loss of reputation and be punished. I was just a doorman to begin with; it's so hard for me to advance!"

Michael sighed, “I wish I could list more of his crimes so that the gods would imprison him more.”

Gabriel laughed and said, "I have a plan! If stealing and drinking expired tribute wine isn't enough, then we'll add another crime to Da Chun that's hard to handle on both sides—the crime of raping a nun!"

Sila was suddenly startled: "You raped me?"

Gabriel laughed and said, "That's right! Even the chief can't bear the weight of such a serious crime! Not to mention that the nun is a clergy member, and the divine realm has the right to punish her directly. Raziel was furious when he saw Da Chun raping the nun, so he arrested Da Chun. It's perfectly reasonable and directly absolves Raziel of all responsibility."

Raziel was overjoyed: "That's right! Why didn't I think of that before?"

Gabriel laughed and said, "Previously, that bitch Sila only wanted to gain the chairman's trust by acting all sorts of flattering roles."

Sila was furious: "You're even thinking of reporting the scoundrel? You're the real bitch!"

Sariel laughed: "That's right. If we really want to gather evidence, the angels from the divine realm who participated in the arrest can be witnesses. Didn't they just lift the roof and see Da Chun raping Yin? Speaking of which, the head maid was also involved. She can also testify before the Emperor."

Gabriel laughed even more smugly: "The most crucial thing is the attitude of the person involved, Sila! Sila can hide, she can run away, but as long as Sila doesn't show up, this case can only be stalled."

Sila panicked: "I'm a fake nun! How can I show up?"

Gabriel laughed, "That's why I let you hide!"

Xila became even more anxious: "I still need to replace Dachun as president, and I still need to choose concubines. How can I hide? By the way, if word gets out that I've been raped all the way, how can I choose concubines?"

Gabriel laughed, "The head maid already said it herself: the Emperor doesn't even care about race. Maybe seeing how capable you are, he'll want to try you out even more, making it easier for you to be chosen. As for the fake nun thing, isn't the Black Dragon Lord also here to impersonate a nun? Why don't you just establish a so-called ancient secret nun cult on the spot? Once you've laid all the groundwork, you can admit to the Great Spring's treachery yourself!"

Sila sighed, "You're the real bitch..."

Michael said, “Very well, Raziel, go directly and accuse someone of adultery. When I arrive at the court, Raziel must argue his case. In any case, the Emperor’s main objective is to appease the gods.”

Raziel: "Okay, I've actually prepared all the materials, but I've been stalling for time to lock him up. I'll go right now."

Gabriel sighed, "Although that's what the Emperor said, the fact that he couldn't get many people out of the way must have affected the Emperor's attitude towards the boss, right?"

Michael said in a deep voice, "How else can we influence him? The Emperor has already targeted us sages. The best solution is to make the Emperor feel the pressure from the divine realm..."

……

The agreement was reached, and Michael was teleported to the realm of the gods, to a golden city in the clouds, surrounded by mountains beneath a void nebula, a dreamlike and luxurious version of the golden throne.

Michael couldn't help but sigh, "Just like the old version, nothing has changed. Mount Olympus is still as majestic as ever."

Uriel suddenly remembered something: "Boss, it seems there's no set time for your special envoy to return?"

Michael exclaimed in surprise, "It seems so!"

Uriel said, "When the guild leader went to participate in the trial earlier, the Bacchus and Shoe Angel left a message on the merchant channel. One of them is from the Roman god Bacchus, and the other is Hermes. I can't find out. Since the boss has come to the realm of gods, why not give Raziel's accusation a little more time and go to Mount Olympus to investigate first?" (Note: Chapter 297)
Michael was taken aback: "Let Raziel handle this from now on."

Raziel sighed, “I am a doorman, I cannot go to Mount Olympus.”

The crowd scorned him: "You are a disgrace to the sages..."

Raziel said irritably, "Uriel, instead of cleaning the toilet properly, why are you suddenly asking about these two gods?"

Uriel said, "Of course, the Empire should send a god to replace the mermaid who went to sea. Boss, go and contact these two families first and ask them to try their best. Then my Wine Angel and Shoe Angel should also make some contact. Wouldn't that maintain a relationship?"

Sariel perked up: "That makes sense! Although this relationship is very fragile, we can still exchange a few words."

Michael sighed, "Alright, I'll go take a look first."

Arriving at the edge of the city, at the foot of Mount Olympus, the roar of the competition from the Grand Arena atop the mountain could be heard all the way down to the foot of the mountain.

Michael showed the guards his credentials as an imperial envoy.

The guard asked, "As a special envoy, do you have any diplomatic activities on Mount Olympus?"

Michael said, "I want to see the game up close. The atmosphere here is incomparable to anything outside. It would be a real shame to miss it."

The guard said, "Entry is permitted, but you cannot stay for more than one day."

Michael: "Thank you very much!"

Uriel laughed and said, "Look, the boss is just dragging this out for the whole day, so he can lock up Dachun for another day."

Sariel retorted irritably, "What's there to be happy about in a day? He's sentenced to ten years!"

Metatron sighed, "It's only been 10 years since the murder of 44 dancers was cleared, and even if it were cleared, it would only take a year at most. And in that year, there's still the report of me giving false testimony..."

Gabriel asked in surprise, "Why doesn't Xiaomei go directly to Gem City to hunt down the guild master?"

Metatron sighed, "I'll go back to Bronze City first. It seems the Bronze Astrologer has also returned. I'll see her, and this time I'll heed your advice and go see the Guardian of Bronze City. I'll also find the city lord and inquire about Tifa's whereabouts."

Gabriel sighed, "You guys are really busy. I suddenly feel that it's better that I can't be resurrected. Otherwise, if I were resurrected, the Emperor might find a reason to arrest me."

Xila sneered: "Take him to the God Realm Prison too, and we'll give you and Da Chun Guan a good beating!"

Michael said irritably, "You two... that's enough."

……

At the Bronze Astrology Shop, crowds surged outside the store, and colorful lights danced in the air.

Clearly, the astrologer's fame soared after she accompanied the mermaid on her expedition and won the victory.

Metatron pushed his way through the queue and went inside.

The elderly astrologer rose to greet him: "Sage, thank you for your support. I have completed my studies and returned! I have made great progress."

Metatron was also pleased: "I know you assisted the mermaid guardian."

The old woman sighed, "Actually, it's the matter of the Helen Throne that worries me the most. If you have any questions, Sage, please go directly to the Bronze Throne. We must go this time."

Metatron asked in surprise, "Since you've made so much progress, you still only have this one piece of advice for me?"

The old woman said solemnly, "That's right! Ordinary people don't even have the qualifications to see the Divine Throne. Sage, don't go to such lengths."

Metatron still wanted to get to the bottom of things: "I need to find Azazelvanima, and I also need to find Miss Tifa."

The old woman sighed, "The whole world is searching for it! Also, if there are any rumors, adults must remember not to be aloof and to promptly refute them!"

"understood."

Although I still feel that astrology is a scam and a fraud, I really can't find anything wrong with it.

As Metatron stepped outside, he encountered the same group of people who had been pushed aside in the queue, whispering amongst themselves.

Metatron heeded the warning: "These are all rumors and framing; you mustn't listen to or spread them!" The crowd responded in unison, "No, no!" "Those spreading rumors are wicked!"

Although it may sound like they're just looking for fun and lacking sincerity, having something and not having it are definitely two different things. The old lady is right.

Metatron went straight to the Bronze Church and arrived at the Throne Hall.

The bronze flames of Perseval, the Bronze Guardian, illuminated the entire hall. Although they were unique compared to the blazing platinum light of the other Guardians, Metatron, who was currently in a difficult situation, saw them as a lonely sunset.

"My Lord, I need help—"

Metatron suddenly found himself unable to utter this normally simplistic question.

The guardian deity had no choice but to speak first: "Sage, what is it?"

Metatron decided to try a different approach: "May I have a brief chat with His Majesty?"

The guardian spirit asked in surprise, "You're in such a predicament, do you really have time to chat casually?"

Metatron exclaimed, "I wonder, if the Divine Throne were in such a predicament, how would one respond?"

The guardian spirit paused for a moment, then flashed with light, and all the servants in the hall closed the windows and doors and left.

Metatron's heart skipped a beat. Had he triggered an event?
The next moment, the guardian deity withdrew its flames, plunging the hall into darkness. It then floated down from its throne, sitting directly on the lowest step and gesturing with its hand on the step: "Sit!"

Metatron was stunned: "Lord God?"

The guardian deity even pulled out a pack of cigarettes sold by the mermaids of Silver City: "Give me one!"

At this moment, the chat group erupted in an uproar!
Sariel was even more amused: "I never knew the Bronze Guardian had this side to him! So he's also one of my darling's clients!"

Metatron had no choice but to light a cigarette for the guardian spirit and then sit down beside it.

The guardian exhaled a smoke ring: "How's this smoke?"

"Okay, okay."

The guardian angel scoffed, "The medicinal smell is too strong, it's really hard to smoke. I just don't know why it's so popular."

Sariel: "Fuck?"

Metatron was even more confused!

The guardian glanced at the doorway: "Guess what they'll think we're having a secret talk about when I send everyone away?"

Metatron's heart skipped a beat: "Of course I think we're talking about important matters."

The guardian angel scoffed: "Actually, we were talking about cigarettes that are hard to smoke."

"what!"

The guardian sighed, “You just asked me what it would be like if I were in a predicament. No need for 'ifs,' I am in a predicament. In just over a month, first the Black Iron Guardian inexplicably perished, then the Silver Guardian abdicated, and then the Gem Guardian inexplicably went to his death in the North Pole. And now, a strange, malevolent force is stirring underground. What am I supposed to do? I can't understand it, perhaps I'm completely wrong—just like the person outside the door assumes we're having a secret meeting. So, you asked me how to deal with this?”

Metatron suddenly realized: "It's about creating information asymmetry so that others can't guess what's going on!"

The guardian deity said, "That's not enough. When everyone thinks you're preparing something big, you'd better actually be prepared for something big!"

Metatron was overjoyed: "So, Your Majesty is going to help me?"

The guardian spirit laughed and said, "Then who will help me?"

Metatron, lacking confidence, replied: "Me?..."

The guardian spirit instantly became serious: "Are you sure you want to help me?"

Metatron went all in: "Confirmed!"

The guardian pointed with his cigarette at the throne on the high platform: "I'm coming down and leaving. You stay and sit on it."

Metatron thought he misheard: "I sit on it?"

The guardian deity said in a deep voice, "Yes, we'll switch identities. I'll go out as you, and I'll try to help you with your affairs. You'll cover for me with my affairs. Actually, I don't have much to do; I just sit here every day receiving worship."

Metatron is unbelievable!

The crowd erupted in uproar: "This is acceptable?"

Metatron suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of novelty and excitement: "Can we really switch places?"

The guardian patted Metatron on the shoulder: "Guaranteed! I am a god! As long as you wear my divine armor, you'll have a seven-tenths resemblance in appearance and can use all my low-end skills! Anyone who dares to question me, just shut them down with 'Top Secret, don't ask.' And when I go out in your capacity, I'll give you a heads-up... Anyway, we've prepared something big, but we're going to make sure no one can guess what's going on..."

With this strike, a burst of divine power enveloped Metatron's entire body!
—System notification: The Bronze Guardian Percival wants to perform a replication ritual with you. Do you agree?
copy!?
Everyone was astonished: "We never even heard of this skill during the game's development!"

Michael was puzzled: "Could it be that he was in a predicament and developed it on his own?"

Metatron absolutely has to experience it—agreed!
System notification: The replication ceremony is in progress... Current progress 1%, 2%...

This progress is not slow.

"My Lord, may I speak now?"

The guardian spirit laughed and said, "Say more, and the voice can be perfectly replicated."

Metatron asked, "What if the evil god from underground comes out?"

The guardian deity said, "As I said, the divine armor contains a lower-tier version of my skills. As long as it is pulled into another dimension without causing direct damage to the city, I believe you can handle what follows. Besides, you also have the divine power I have now added to you."

Metatron then asked, "What if His Majesty fails to complete my task and is captured by the Empire?"

The guardian angel scoffed, "Arrest me? I'll reason with him and present the facts."

Emmmm......

Metatron then asked, "How long will the swap take?"

The guardian deity remarked, "Don't worry, once you're in this position, you'll feel the power of faith flowing from the believers every day, and you won't want to leave."

"That's not what I meant..."

"It's okay, it'll be fun once you sit on it."

"My Lord, I also want to find Miss Tifa."

"Don't worry, this is also my duty. It's just that I haven't been able to leave the city easily because of the guardian deity, but now I can go out..."

Finally, after half an hour of explaining various matters, Metatron completed the copying!
Metatron was now clad in divine armor, his appearance identical to that of the Guardian God. A coppery light once more filled the room, though much dimmer—but that was precisely the desired effect; everyone would believe it was the Guardian God bestowing power upon the Sage.

The guardian spirit had transformed into the player's own form, and the name "Metatron" was immediately visible above the player's head.

Xila was astonished: "I've only ever seen players impersonate NPCs before, this is the first time I've ever seen an NPC impersonate a player!"

(End of this chapter)