[Location: The Kingdom of the God of Love and Changeability]

In the kingdom of the God of Love and Changeability, a terrifying catastrophe is quietly brewing, and the entity half-asleep within, revered as the God of Love and Changeability, seems to have reached the limit at this moment, beginning to slide increasingly toward the Abyss of decay.

However, there appears to be nothing unusual about the actions of the God at present, except that those living within, who represent various beautiful things and creatures, are called forth by Him; the moment His hands touch them, they either decay into dust or swell instantly into unrecognizable large blobs of flesh.

Those that decay and wither away might be acceptable; when touched and ruined, not even a wail can be heard.

But those creatures that swell into lumps of flesh upon contact are different; they roll on the ground in pain, emitting incredibly piercing wails, and soon their bodies burst open, scattering vast amounts of blood on the ground before finally being devoured by the land of the divine kingdom.

In the distant depths of the universe, in another world surrounded by books, a catastrophe of unprecedented scale is brewing, and the All-Knowing, revered as the God of Love and Changeability, seems to have finally reached the limit, increasingly moving toward the Abyss of decay.

Anyone can perceive that something is amiss with the state of the God of Love and Changeability now.

As a deity with powerful Divine Power, unless the God of Love and Changeability makes a choice Himself, under normal circumstances, the negative condition imposed on the deity wouldn't even be faster than the deity's self-recovery pace.

It can be said that unless the God of Love and Changeability has a mental issue, recklessly squandering His boundless power, otherwise even if thousands of thousands of years passed, His spirit and vigor should remain intact.

Ordinary Humans turn into bones within the earth in a mere hundred years.

Even the Elf Clan, within five hundred years, can erase the youthful eras of most among them.

But all this is not a problem for deities; such consumption truly doesn't count.

However, if someone could stand at the God of Love and Changeability's life, tilt their head up and gaze at His face, they would certainly be taken aback by His ashen hair.

If scrutinized further, one would find that the God of Love and Changeability, always known for an abundant and captivating figure, has become emaciated, his lips dry and cracked from failing to control emotions effectively, and if approached closer, those increasingly dim eyes would reveal an indistinct gloom.

The grotesque form, where is that semblance of past?

What's more terrifying is that even at this time, He seems bewildered, utterly unperturbed by the abnormal state of His body, merely sitting quietly amidst the withering Sky Garden, decaying slowly.

"No, no, indeed no... Why can't I find it? Why is it like this, I should clearly be the God of Love and Changeability, but why, why!

No love, only changeability, no beauty, only ugliness filthier than ugly.

Am I not supposed to be the God bringing love and transformation to the world?

Ah, I've realized, even though I'm a God by this means, ultimately—I am not omnipotent!"

The God of Love and Changeability's voice is hoarse, yet it bears a collapse and despair never revealed before.

"Oh, what a helpless and despairing reality this is!"

Even after becoming like this, the God of Love and Changeability retains a hint of the Goddess's splendor, the corners of his lips curling up into a smile, quietly leaning his chin against the bench.

In a daze, his body begins to decay increasingly, faintly revealing hidden parts of the body swelling, bubbling, and festering, with vague shadows darting through his flesh.

This scene, akin to a horror film, seems to finally attract the God of Love and Changeability's notice.

The originally gentle and kind smile turns incredibly hideous at this moment, he twists his neck stiffly, gazing at his own body, finally covering his face in collapse, opening his mouth as if to wail.

However, in the end, he doesn't utter a word, not a sound escapes, and such a tragic scene couldn't be seen by anyone now, only hearing her lament there:

"Don't be afraid... Don't fear, there's still a chance, surely someone out there can aid me, just bear it for a bit more...

Soon it will be alright!"

At this moment, the God of Love and Changeability extends his hand, gently caressing his festering flesh, with a slight movement of his fingers, the festering flesh bursts instantly.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

But the problem is, now the God of Love and Changeability's battered and swollen flesh almost covers his entire body.

Each time bursting the flesh on his body is akin to cutting himself into a thousand pieces, when he awakens, the majority of his flesh...

"The power of the Chaos Four Gods? Unexpected it is that such a little relaxation turned into this now, how truly..."

When the God of Love and Changeability halts, his hands are already bloody and mangled, the exploded flesh appears to be so much more.