My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

As the images on the light screen faded, the secret room fell back into darkness.

No one spoke at that moment.

Because nobody knew what to say.

The impact of this memory was so great that it left everyone feeling very heavy-hearted.

In the end, Zhou Yue sighed.

"No matter how you look at it, this can't be blamed on that young man. How could his parents..."

Yin Xue then spoke up to explain.

"Reality shouldn't be like what's on the light screen. The light screen shows nightmare scenes. Look how distorted those people are at the end. The scenes that follow might be Gao Yang's excessive self-blame, corresponding to his nightmare. Who knows?"

At this point, Yin Xue paused, then added, "But I'm even more curious, is that Gao Yang really a god?"

Lin Mo spoke, his voice as calm as ever, but with an added, almost imperceptible complexity.

"He must be a god."

Yin Xue turned his head to look at him, his brows furrowed tightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his scarlet eyes.

How can you be so sure?

"Because of the church's experiment."

Lin Mo spoke with certainty.

Yin Xue was stunned for a moment, then his pupils shrank slightly.

After all, she was a demon king who had lived for hundreds of years. With her words spoken to this extent, Lin Mo didn't need to explain a single more word. The scattered fragments in his mind instantly pieced themselves together.

The Vatican conducted dozens of forbidden experiments in underground chambers.

They forcibly fused fragments of the souls of past demon kings into the bodies of newborn infants, attempting to use the infants' bodies to bear the power of the demon kings and complete their resurrection at the soul level.

They had always believed that the Vatican was trying to resurrect the Demon King, to increase the Church's fighting power, or for some other reason.

But let's look at it from a different perspective now.

What if the Vatican's experiments weren't intended to resurrect the Demon King from the beginning?

If they merely treat the Demon King's soul fragments as consumables, as a reference point for repeated failures.

But the real target may have always been someone else.

"Their experiments were never about resurrecting the Demon King; what they wanted to resurrect was Gao Tiantian."

Yin Xue's voice became low, and the expression on her small face was unusually solemn.

She paused, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

"Using infants for experiments was intentional, not because they could only find infants, but because the god's sister died at the age of six. Six years old—the younger the test subject, the closer to her age, the more valuable the experimental data would be..."

Lin Mo nodded.

This conclusion, though cruel, is logically sound.

If Gao Yang is not a god, if he does not stand at the highest point behind the Holy See, who could mobilize the resources of the entire Holy Kingdom of the Tower to carry out such a forbidden experiment spanning hundreds of years?

Who would casually use the soul fragments of past demon kings as if they were consumables, just to test the feasibility of a resurrection technology?

There is only one answer.

"But what about the timeline?"

Zhou Yue's voice came from the black sword.

His illusory figure flickered slightly, his expression more solemn than usual, his brows tightly furrowed.

"You also said that Gao Yang's clothes and living environment are obviously modern, not much different from your era. If he was only summoned to this continent in the last few years, then who was the god who fought the Iron Rift three thousand years ago? And this Holy Descent Village is named after the god who descended hundreds of years ago. This memory was obviously left from that time, so the timeline doesn't match up."

Lin Mo fell silent.

He leaned against a stone platform, his fingers unconsciously tapping the stone surface, making soft sounds one after another.

He had been thinking about this question since the moment the light screen unfolded, and he still didn't have a convincing answer.

Yin Xue rested his chin on his hand, hovering in front of the ball of light, circling it once, then again, as if examining this strange memory from different angles.

Just when everyone was full of doubts.

Mianmian, who had been lying listlessly in the corner, suddenly let out a soft whimper.

Lin Mo turned his head and saw that Mianmian had stood up at some point.

She covered her little belly with her two front paws, and a faint white light began to emanate from the surface of her round body.

The light was soft and not dazzling, but it grew larger and larger, starting from her hairy belly and spreading up her back, soon enveloping her entire body.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, took two steps forward, and picked Mianmian up from the ground.

Mianmian curled up in his palm, tilting her round little head up, her dark eyes blinking, her face full of bewilderment as if to say, "I don't know what happened."

She looked down at her glowing belly, then looked up at Lin Mo.

She opened her mouth, pointed her little paw at her mouth, and said with difficulty, one word at a time.

"It's...those...candies..."

"sugar?"

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment before she realized that the candy she was talking about was the divine essence crystals that had just been given to her.

The inferior crystals were bright white and translucent, and they really did look like candies. The little thing swallowed nearly twenty of them in one go.

Yin Xue immediately flew over and landed on Lin Mo's wrist, then leaned close to Mianmian to examine it carefully.

She reached out her finger and gently poked her soft, glowing belly.

Her brow furrowed: "The little one swallowed too many divine essence crystals in one go, is his body reacting?"

Zhou Yue, however, was clearly more confused.

His phantom emerged from the black sword, staring at the increasingly bright white light on Mianmian's body for a long time, his tone full of doubt.

"That shouldn't be the case. Although the energy of the Divine Essence Crystal is enormous, it is extremely gentle. It is pure energy filtered by the power of the gods, and in theory, it can be absorbed and used normally by any race."

Yin Xue withdrew his fingers from Mianmian's belly, and suddenly paused, as if a string in his mind had been plucked by the sensation at his fingertips.

She slowly raised her head, a strange light flashing in her scarlet eyes: "It's the talent of the Devouring Monarch."

Several people looked at her at the same time.

Mianmian also tilted her head up from Lin Mo's palm, her dark eyes staring unblinkingly at Yin Xue.

"Mianmian's Devouring Monarch Talent..."

Yin Xue paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"It can digest and absorb all energy 100% without loss or rejection. This is the most terrifying thing about the Devouring Monarch. By devouring the God Guide, one can gain the God Guide's abilities."

She pointed to her soft, glowing belly, her tone growing increasingly serious.

"This divine essence crystal is a product of the condensation of divine power. Ordinary people can only extract experience points from it, and the divine power itself is unusable and will dissipate as the crystal is consumed. But this little thing is different. She swallows everything she eats, not even a crumb, including that divine power."

Lin Mo was stunned.

Zhou Yue was also stunned.

They simultaneously came to a nearly impossible conclusion.

"You mean... Mianmian is going to become a god?"