Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

"There is something inside your body that even I cannot identify. It is more ancient than the black mist, no... it doesn't seem like it."

The voice of the Goddess of Light echoed in his mind, and in an instant, Mir's consciousness was pulled into a space composed entirely of pure white.

At the very center of this space, there was only one woman whose entire body radiated a pale golden light.

The woman has no specific face; rather, she is a sphere of light that presents a female form.

But Mir could sense that this sphere of light was the Goddess of Light whose divine essence he had forcibly absorbed.

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

Mir wasn't too panicked. When he saw the system's previous notification, he was already prepared to be questioned by the Goddess of Light.

This situation is within his expectations.

Although he was mentally prepared, the first words the goddess spoke still startled Mir.

What she was talking about was most likely her own system, the thing that brought her to this other world.

But the system is basically his biggest trump card, and there's no way Mir could reveal it directly.

Moreover, judging from the goddess's words, it seems that the other party doesn't actually have the ability to fully see through the system.

Otherwise, her divine status wouldn't have been forcibly taken away by the system.

Hearing Mil's answer, the Goddess of Light showed no anger. She looked at Mil and spoke calmly:

"I admit that having my previous divine status taken away by you did make me lose my composure. I originally thought you were a puppet of these first-century alien gods, who created this scheme to trap me in it."

But now it seems that's not the case. The thing on you is at least hostile to the black mist, and that's enough for me.

Of course, your taking away my divine status was not part of my plan.

I understand that you have such divine possessions and you are unwilling to reveal them, but now that you have seized the divine essence of this avatar of mine, our connection will not be severed here.

"With something so mysterious in you, it's impossible that you haven't discovered that the divine essence you've obtained is incomplete."

When the Goddess of Light spoke these words, her voice was completely devoid of emotion, as if the divine status that had been taken from her was not hers at all.

Mir remained silent for a moment, choosing not to answer directly, but instead giving an ambiguous answer:

"I still don't understand what you mean."

The Goddess of Light was very satisfied with Mil's answer.

"I don't like your cautious and cunning personality, but it might be more suitable for the future apocalypse."

I don't have much time to beat around the bush with you; I just want to make a deal with you.

Listen carefully.

What you see now is merely a fragment of me across countless years and time, possessing only a portion of my divinity.

This power is utterly useless in the face of the true terror within the black mist. If you want to survive, you have no choice but to keep moving forward.

Otherwise, death awaits you. This black fog will engulf the entire world in a very short time, and you will have no chance of escape.

The deal I want to make with you is to give you more of my divine status, and even this throne of the seventh-century supreme god, without any problem.

But my only request is that you continue the Church of Light and protect the rest of us without altering its doctrines.

Upon hearing this, Mir fell silent.

"What are you remaining silent about? Or rather, tell me what's on your mind."

The voice of the Goddess of Light came, carrying a hint of unexpected peace.

Mill raised his head, smiled slightly, and continued:

"Well, Goddess, I originally thought you would ask me to make some mutually beneficial deals with you, such as you giving me more divine power in exchange for some help from me."

Any kind of help is fine, such as helping you become the supreme god, though I don't know if such a thing even exists.

But at least in my opinion, you should have your own selfish motives and fight for your own interests.

But now you're telling me you're willing to give up everything to ensure the continuation of ordinary people's lives, which surprises and makes me somewhat doubtful.

Please forgive my baseness, but I just can't quite believe you would be so selfless.

When Mir said these words, he was actually somewhat hesitant, but even he himself didn't know why he would say such things at this time.

Perhaps it's something ingrained in one's bones?

From a previous life?

I don't understand, and I'm too lazy to investigate further; I've already said it all.

The Goddess of Light was stunned this time. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

Her laughter was crisp and clear, unlike her previous calm and dignified tone. Instead, it was as clear and clear as a silver bell, carrying a gentle feeling like that of a girl next door.

"You are the first person in all these years to ask me this kind of question."

Well, I think I understand why you have this question.

Because of those books, because of the descriptions in those bards' poems, because of doubts about the underlying logic of selfless dedication.

I could probably guess most of these things.

But, my suspicious sir, have you ever considered this question: if I didn't hold such a belief, how could I become such a deity?

"God so loved the world"—isn't that the very first page of the Vatican's doctrine?

I love you all, without any reason, simply because I love you.

Upon hearing this, Mir instinctively retorted.

"But whether it's a human or a god, when doing things, there should always be some reason and goal, or rather, there should always be an effort to obtain something. What you said is too noble and righteous, I'm a little..."

Hearing Mir's rebuttal, the Goddess of Light suddenly moved closer to Mir.

The light emanating from her body dimmed slightly at that moment, revealing to Mil a woman with light golden curly hair, a gentle face, and even a few freckles.

She smiled, looking less like a deity and more like an ordinary nun from some church.

"Do you really not understand? Or do you just need a reason to convince yourself?"

Hearing the Goddess of Light's sudden question, Mir fell silent.

Yes, does Mil himself really not understand?

Not necessarily.

He, who traveled through time, lived through many similar centuries in history.

There are such people.

Even if Mir tries to understand those people's thoughts with the narrowest of intentions, there will only be one conclusion in the end.

They did indeed do that.

Mill asked this question in an attempt to convince himself.

Am I, Mil, able to do the same things as them?

No, isn't this what the goddess asked for? I, Mir, am the beneficiary, so what am I hesitating for?

But looking at the goddess's gentle smile, Mir couldn't bring himself to speak for a moment.