CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 208: WILL WIN? _3

Thinking of this, Kadela’s gaze became more determined.

He faced Rowena.

He is Kadela, and although the star chamber has undergone changes he has never seen before, everything here is so unfamiliar, they cannot deny the fact that he is the master of this place.

Kadela’s eyes never left Rowena’s face; even the slightest hesitation, the briefest fear could not escape his insight, yet... the mortal’s face revealed a mad smile. This smile made him very uncomfortable, as if in this enclosed circular space, he was the one being dominated.

When he approached, he finally sensed something heart-palpitating.

The shadow spread behind Rowena, the writhing darkness polluting the place like a plague, corroding the treasures that rightfully belonged to him.

Kadela raised his voice, "Rowena, this is your final warning. I order you to step back as a god!"

He hoped this would intimidate Rowena, at least enough to make her show a flaw.

No follower of the God of Trickery could defy Kadela’s will. As long as he caught even a glimpse of a flaw, he could return to the situation he was most familiar with.

"God?"

Rowena’s smile grew wider, "If that’s the case, there would be no point for you to return. You don’t even know what treasures are still stored here, do you?"

The magic power fluctuations became unstable.

The writhing, spreading darkness awakened a deep-seated fear within Kadela, unfamiliar yet familiar. He soon realized these emotions did not belong to him but were inherited from what he carried.

In other words...

The God of Trickery felt fear towards a mortal?

How is this possible!?

Kadela was about to act out, but Rowena’s words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

——"However, if you knew, you wouldn’t have the courage to come anymore."

It was a teasing yet sympathetic tone, an aloof look of pitying the weak, "But isn’t this a good thing for you? At least you can live in the lies and dreams you wove, but Mr. Kadela, the dream is about to end."

Mr. Kadela?

Which magician would dare to address Kadela like this?

"Who... who exactly are you?"

Something must have gone wrong.

Perhaps the Astrology Guild recorded Rowena incorrectly, or maybe they were deceived from the start.

"The remaining treasure is called Memory."

Upon hearing this, Kadela’s pupils contracted, and he instinctively wanted to refute, but he couldn’t utter a single sound.

The direction of events had far exceeded his development, and contradicted the visions shown by divination—he saw himself victorious in the vision, saw himself in the illusory array of the star chamber, stepping on the corpse of the rebel, inheriting the last treasure.

That is... the memory of the God of Trickery.

His experiences, the plan to seal the Old Gods, completing this last step, he could become a perfectly flawless proper god.

This is also the confidence Kadela relied upon to walk into the circular space.

This is the secret buried in the deepest part of Kadela’s heart that even the Divine Attendants are unaware of, yet Rowena easily spoke of it.

Rowena gently waved her wand, and the writhing shadows sealed Kadela’s retreat. Even the gray-white energies and stars above were veiled by a layer of blackness.

These were not images that appeared in divination skills, which also meant that everything happening next was unknown.

Rowena once again saw through his heart, "You rely too much on divination skills, but you know, divination doesn’t always work, especially when... you are predicting a divine spirit."

The darkness grew stronger and stronger.

"You established the Divine Attendants, gathered the Saints together, you observed the evolution of civilizations, searched for the existence during decay periods, thus hiding in the shadows, pushing civilization forward... but, was this really driven by a sense of justice? Maybe for others, it was indeed the case; they believed in the future you provided as their goal, but for you, this was a simulation."

"Enough!"

Gray-white magic power condensed into a mass, shooting towards Rowena, but before it reached her, the shadowy hand writhing at her feet clenched the light orb, causing the radiance belonging to the God of Trickery to vanish without a trace in an instant.

"You are trying to simulate the mind of the God of Trickery, imagining yourself as a true proper god."

Kadela heard Rowena’s voice change, seeming to merge with some kind of deep echo.

He instinctively looked upwards, on that layer of black curtain, something seemed to be looking down on them, Kadela could not describe the presence he saw in words, as if in its eyes, humans were just insignificant specks of dust.

He formed a terrifying guess.

"Since that’s the case, I’ll satisfy your curiosity."

Rowena was surrounded by darkness all over, becoming the source of the plague, "Over the long course of time, you must have thought more than once about where the power of the God of Trickery, or all proper gods, comes from?"

Kadela took a few steps back, wanting to reject the truth, but the shadow-formed wall blocked his way.

The terrifying guess was becoming reality.

This explained the fear surging within him, explained where Rowena’s confidence came from, explained everything.