After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

What's truly terrifying... is the contamination of their divine core essence.

Using his last moments of lucidity, Abundance ascended his consciousness into the astral plane.

Then, she relaxed...

Sensing that faint connection that transcends the barriers between planes and the world, and that exists between it and the rest of the projections across countless planes...

Different dimensional worlds have different flow rates of time, and due to the interference caused by different time periods, the perception of crossing world boundaries is not very precise or clear.

However... for the false gods, being able to perceive the general information and state is already enough.

However......

A bountiful harvest, beyond expectations.

The power of faith, transmitted through countless dimensions via the astral plane, is so pure and flawless, carrying an aura of holiness.

Instead of the feeling of collapse, pollution, fragmentation, madness, and chaos that I experienced when facing the blasphemous virus before, I was not.

On the contrary... that power of faith was so pure.

Compared to the past... the feedback from this faith is even more intense now.

That intense power of faith... came from countless planes, crossing astral planes, washing over the abundant divine core and heart of God again and again.

This gave the long-stalled divine position of Abundance a vague sense of further progress.

"Faith has neither been damaged nor collapsed..."

"In fact, it's even stronger than before?"

This completely unexpected situation caused even the Abundant Ones, who had ascended their divine soul into the Star Realm, to fall into a slight daze.

Along with that... the suppression of the inexplicable impulse deep within my heart also loosened a bit.

Such a daze was fleeting, lasting less than a breath.

However......

It was in that fleeting moment of confusion that it happened.

In the depths of that distant star realm, a crystalline and dazzling, almost invisible thread crossed the vast and endless star field and touched her divine body directly.

next moment.

A calm voice slowly resounded from the depths of the rich soul.

"I'm... waiting for you."

An illusory voice echoed deep within the abundant heart.

What followed was... a faint call originating from the depths of the astral plane.

The abundance compelled it to follow the faint call, relinquishing its control over the core area of ​​the divine core and going with it.

There's a problem...

Something's wrong...

Why would someone be able to cross the astral boundaries and reach the core of my divine core like this?

A sense of foreboding arose from the heart of abundance.

However......

The voice was calm, but to Feng Rao's ears, it carried a certain indescribable sense of familiarity.

It made her want to trust, get close to, and rely on the owner of that voice.

Amidst those layers upon layers of calls...

The warm and comforting feeling made her eyes momentarily dazed.

Her rationality and vigilance were gradually eroded, melting away bit by bit.

Then......

It was completely replaced by the impulse rising from the depths of my soul.

..............

When Fengrao's hazy consciousness revived, she opened her eyes in a daze.

What came into view was a palace shrouded in swirling gray mist.

Towering stone pillars stand tall, covered by a wide dome.

The entire building is magnificent, grand, and majestic, just like the royal palace of the lord of gods in mythology.

Abundance found himself sitting at one end of a long bronze table.

At the other end, at the head of the bronze table, stood a figure dressed in a black wizard's robe, on which the outline of a black tower and a book was outlined with shimmering gold thread.

Behind him was a magnificent throne, with patterns symbolizing the four elements of water, earth, wind, and fire flickering on and off. Occasionally, a magnificent magic flowed along the patterns, creating a dazzling halo.

Seemingly sensing the awakening of abundance, the figure on the throne slightly turned his head.

Only then did Fengrao get a clear look at the figure on the throne.

He had a head of short, jet-black hair, and his dark eyes seemed calm and still, yet they also seemed to contain the stars and the sea.

In an instant, Fengrao clearly understood the other party's identity—

It was the message from the god of war that annihilated Leviathan and crushed his army...

The variables that appeared in the already predetermined fate of that Silver Plane.

As a wizard with immense potential who even the God of War feared, he should have been the target of an alliance among the gods of abundance to eliminate in advance and prevent future troubles.

but......

The instant they saw each other.

That longing, anticipation, reverence, and attachment...

These feelings, which she had already experienced once before, resurfaced from the depths of her soul and surged into her heart.

Moreover... it's dozens of times more intense than before!

Snapped--

Feng Rao gripped the corner of the bronze table tightly with her fair fingers.

"Oh it's you!"

"Charles Egger!"

Only now did Fengrao finally understand the culprit behind his previous strange reactions.

However... even so, she still didn't understand...

What exactly did he do to her that made her develop such strange feelings for him?

Having learned from the previous lesson of the blasphemous virus, even though he had specifically gone to the astral plane to check...

The source of his faith has not only not collapsed, but has become even more abundant than before.

In that brief moment of reflection, an indescribable emotion welled up within her rich soul, giving her the urge to set aside her divine status and simply be close to the other.

boom--

Without any hesitation, Abundance caused a wisp of its divine consciousness to shatter on its own initiative.

Such an act, which was almost self-destructive, caused her delicate body to tremble.

However, through the pain and shock brought about by self-harm, Feng Rao also forced himself to wake up from that inexplicable hazy state.

That unchanging divinity, as the essence of the gods, once again prevailed.

With her eyes, sometimes dazed, sometimes filled with fear and anger, Fengrao stared intently at Charles, who sat on the throne.

"where is this place?"

"And what exactly did you do to me?"

.....

"To be precise, this is your 'Heart of God,' a mental world projected into the astral plane."

"However... a portion of my spiritual power crossed the astral plane and descended here, slightly modifying your mental world, which was originally full of bountiful scenes, into a style I like."

At the head of the bronze table, Charles's voice slowly rang out.

"My original purpose was simply to get you to put aside your hostility towards me... to lay the groundwork for our cooperation, so that we wouldn't start fighting as soon as we met."

With a detached gaze, he looked down at the fertile Mother Goddess below, whose fair face was flushed and whose eyes shifted between dazedness and hatred.

"But... in the process of achieving that..."

"It seems... something unexpected has happened."

"Of course, my purpose is still the same."

Charles paused slightly, gazing at the abundance before him, before beginning to explain.

"Actually... compared to the God of War's tyranny and ambition, which only stops when he completely conquers the entire plane..."