After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

What does it mean to have a forest in the universe?

The more Oswald delved into the subject, the more he marveled at the wonder of the spiritual realm, a place where the fantasies of all living beings converged, exhausting all imagination in pursuit of the most extreme form of free will.

Many beings have made a wish: If I could, I would make a deal with God and let Him also experience this endless torment.

Thus, evil gods were born; they are the wild pursuit of dreams, mountains that can be climbed.

If I am ugly, may I defile the beautiful poisonous fog.

If I am base, give me the weapon to kill the noble.

If I am dull-witted, let me misinterpret the labyrinth of wisdom.

If I fall, there will always be a voice in my spiritual world calling my name among the stars. I will sing that God is dead and that I will achieve transcendence.

Do not look back at your former self! The false God cannot hear the suffering of the masses; the arrogant enjoy everything, but fear only the blade in your hand!

They cannot navigate the ups and downs of life. Tell them they are not strong, their dreams are not passionate, and they cannot stay in the spotlight forever...

Child, know yourself, know this hell!

"How strange, I'm actually lost."

Oswald awoke as if from a dream, a voice echoing in his mind. Though it sounded absurd, he knew its identity—the god of wisdom.

Why do gods suffer so much? Is the clarity of wisdom also a form of torment?

Deep blue divine power entangled Oswald's soul. If the god of courage was anger at cowardice and a desire to destroy everything...

That god of wisdom is endless suffering and regret; the gods have fooled the living, and the creator has deceived the papacy! The emotions of betrayal need a place to reside, and this is the origin of the god of wisdom.

[Be careful, time traveler. The words of the God of Wisdom are correct from any perspective. Wisdom is great, but it can also be a misguided path. The key is what you choose to believe.]

The captured system let out a sinister laugh. Oswald understood that the Black Forest was probably the territory of the God of Wisdom, who huddled there, enduring the pain of knowing everything, and even more afraid of being as lost as the ignorant.

[This is the fifth deal, host. He doesn't want anything; He only wants to witness your destiny.]

This was the first time the system had encountered such a strange deity, or rather, it had never seen a deity with such rich emotions, almost... like a living being...

(Child, your destiny is facing a storm.)

The gentle words echoed in Oswald's mind, causing his heart to tighten and a sense of vigilance to rise.

To be honest, it would be incredibly easy for the god of wisdom to deceive him, so Oswald had no idea whether he should choose to trust wisdom or deny everything about the gods.

The dark, dense branches stretched towards the universe, like a ladder to the heavens. The dark forest made way for Oswald, and at the same time, the voice of the god of wisdom rang out once more.

(You've seen this kind of struggle before, haven't you?)

(Those in power start an internal power struggle, seemingly a life-or-death battle with good and evil locked in opposition, but in the end, only a brave child born to a farmer dies.)

(You've heard their stories, haven't you?)

(They are all good children... I thank you for your kindness on their behalf. They haven't gone astray. Lost people need salvation, but they have been ignored for far too long.)

Oswald's soul was branded, and seeing that he did not refuse, the god of wisdom smiled softly and left. He had found this piece of fate and witnessed the fall after the storm had stopped.

This child will be smashed to pieces...

At the end of the road, Oswald picked up the sleeping system, which was quite ancient, with a complex soul body that even had weight.

He tried to wake it up, but the urn-shaped thing wouldn't budge. With no other option, Oswald had to throw it into the system space and let the system study it.

Upon returning to the planet of death, for some reason, more and more demons gathered there. Oswald felt that he had been tricked, but he had no proof.

Or rather, even if there is evidence, it's useless. Whether he accepts these demons or chooses to kill them, it's probably the answer that the gods expect.

As the planet set sail, the name of the Undying God Emperor spread throughout the entire spiritual space. The faith in the material space caused Oswald's soul to emit a strange and bewitching golden light. Without even guessing, Oswald knew that there must be something wrong with the world he had transmigrated to.

The immortal demon, certified by two evil gods, led his fleet on a triumphant advance. Thousands of demons of diverse origins united under one banner, stirring up countless storms. All forces, large and small, along the way retreated in fear; those who were even slightly slow to move forward were crushed to pieces.

Oswald remained silent throughout, which explains why he said that what matters is not ability, but the platform.

So when the transmigrators who remained in the spiritual world saw a planet brimming with demonic energy crashing towards them, they were completely dumbfounded.

Wait, buddy? So arrogant, are you the son of an evil god?

"Jump aboard! Jump aboard! Don't crash into it!"

Oswald was incredibly excited to return to his home planet, where he had fought on the shattered continent and witnessed its fall.

Now, the tragedy is not irreversible, and it's all time to end it!

With one hand holding the Blood Pivot Valve and the other gripping the Sword of Lust, Oswald leaped out of the atmosphere without a word, like a burning, colorful meteor, and crashed into the surface of his home planet.

On the desolate city ruins, demons emerged from the flames, unleashing bloody roars at the rapidly approaching traitorous transmigrators.

The beacon device unfolded, and its light shot straight into the sky.

[Reality anchor confirmed, material world ritual initiated, coordinates: Milky Way cavity region, predicted time: 25 minutes]

That's enough.

The calamity-induced spacetime instantly enveloped the entire planet, and even though the traitors had sensed something was wrong, they were unable to use any other means.

Beacon? Anchoring the material world?

You're a two-faced bastard!

The answer to their inner questions came from the warhammer in Oswald's hand; his racing heartbeat exploded into a bloody mist, and lines of fate suddenly unfolded before their eyes.

Following the trajectory of fate, Oswald swung his warhammer, smashing a rushing transmigrator to pieces. At the same time, countless lasers and sword beams engulfed him, directly triggering the climax of the battle.

"Damn it, a madman has entered the mental world, a traitor among traitors!"

"Wait, he looks familiar. Damn it, it's the Sword of Lust! We've fallen for his trap!"

A fiery red light erupted as Oswald, fully activating his berserker mode, was like the most terrifying demon in hell. He roared as his warhammer broke through the blockade, leaving only a phantom and layers of turbulence in the space with his instantaneous strike.

A swordsman charged out, but before he could get close, his chest was blown open by the Abyss's gaze. In the blink of an eye, Oswald pierced his heart with his sword, crushed it, and bathed in blood.

The data panel in front of the system was jumping wildly. Oh no, it forgot that the host also had the power of hunger. If it kept swallowing, the host's soul would really be irretrievable!

[Don't eat dirty food! This system has wanted to complain about this before. Host, do you have pica?]

Quickly taking over a portion of the body's control and dismantling Oswald's temporary physical body, the system truly dared not let him continue eating. At least others had methods of transformation and filtering, but Oswald was simply stuffed into its stomach!

"Commander, are you abandoning us?!"

Oswald, who was rushing into the crowd and wreaking havoc, suddenly turned around and found that the cries for help came from the demons who were surrounded by the transmigrators.

Holy crap! So you guys can talk after all. You'd been pretending to be mute for so long...

"Come closer to me!"

Too loyal! These demons were clearly no match for the enemy, yet not a single one of them withdrew from the battle. Oswald, who had become a war commander in a daze, roared and plunged back into the encirclement.

The demons were jolted awake and let out hoarse roars.

"For the War General, for the Undying God Emperor!"