Chapter 39: Adam and the Ancient Sun God

The Visionary, Adam!

The divine incarnation of the Ancient Sun God, the mastermind behind countless Fourth Epoch events, a super cunning old fox with 800 layers of schemes.

Evah raised an eyebrow but wasn't fazed in the slightest. He wasn't even surprised Adam showed up here. He just chuckled, almost wistfully. "It's getting lively!"

"Adam!" Medici, of course, also spotted Adam materializing from the air, his gaze turning icy in an instant.

But whether due to his own strength or the presence of the Ancient Sun God, Medici restrained himself, avoiding any rash moves.

Adam, however, didn't look at them. He raised his eyes to meet the Ancient Sun God's, their similar yet distinct golden gazes locking in that moment.

Time seemed to freeze—or perhaps it didn't.

The Ancient Sun God sighed and spoke first. "Why?"

"It was a necessary sacrifice," Adam replied, clearly understanding the question. He gazed at his past self, speaking calmly. "Some things became irreversible the moment you fell. I'm only doing what I must."

The Ancient Sun God closed his eyes, a mix of sorrow, exhaustion, and anger flickering across his face. But when he opened them, he looked at Adam and said, "You might be right, but… as the Lord they swore loyalty to, I have to do something."

Adam remained noncommittal.

"One minute's almost up, gentlemen. Mind the time," Evah interjected, his eyes still on Adam. While the Ancient Sun God and Medici held a private, encrypted exchange, Evah spoke with keen interest. "Mr. Adam, you always talk about necessary sacrifices. If sacrificing yourself could save the world one day, would you do it?"

Adam turned to Evah, his golden eyes devoid of joy or sorrow. He simply nodded. "If that sacrifice would work, of course I would."

Evah smiled, just as the Ancient Sun God finished his hushed conversation with Medici. Exactly one minute had passed.

"See you next time, Mr. Gri—жпж," Evah said warmly, waving goodbye.

"Until next time, Mr. Evah," the Ancient Sun God replied, his voice fading as he vanished.

In the blink of an eye, only five remained in the underground structure: Sauron, Einhorn, Medici, Adam, and Evah.

"Should I be scared? Looks like I'm the easiest target here...," Evah said, his tone anything but fearful, more like he was itching for action.

Adam glanced at him, easily reading the eagerness in Evah's demeanor—this lunatic was hoping they'd make a move so he could take them down with him.

"You might need a psychiatrist. Shall I recommend one?" Adam said gently.

"Tch, you're no fun…" Evah pouted, then grinned. "But there's no need of a psychiatrist. I think I'm pretty normal."

Evah genuinely believed that. Compared to the colorful cast of lunatics in this world, his quirks were hardly worth mentioning.

"Tsk, you— two madman are hitting it off," Medici cut in, his tone as snarky as ever.

"Mr. Medici, ever consider that split personality might be a condition too? So we've got three crazies here," Evah said, looking at him earnestly. After a pause, he corrected himself. "No, wait—five."

Medici nearly rolled his eyes. Sauron and Einhorn burst into laughter.

"I'm starting to like this kid!" Sauron chuckled.

"Exactly! Five madmans, all of us are nuts! Hahaha! Are there any high-Sequence folks in this world who aren't?" Einhorn added.

Just then, the colors around them warped, and a figure in a linen robe appeared. He was a strikingly beautiful young man with silver-white hair and matching eyes, sporting large, glowing wings—none other than Ouroboros, the Angel of Fate, once a follower of the Ancient Sun God and now serving the True Creator.

Ouroboros was clearly here on the True Creator's orders. His gaze first landed on Adam, a hint of wariness in his expression, then shifted to Evah. He nodded slightly. "Mr. Evah, the Lord sends His regards and looks forward to further cooperation."

"I'm looking forward to it too," Evah said, his smile bright and warm.

Only then did Ouroboros turn to Medici behind him. He fell silent, his expression a mix of sorrow and joy.

After over a thousand years, the Angel of Fate was finally reunited with an old friend.

"Hey, Big Snake, what's with that face? You're not gonna cry, are you? What are you, a kid?" Medici smirked, diving right into his trademark sarcasm. "You don't look like you've rebooted either!"

Ouroboros didn't take the bait. He studied Medici carefully, then said earnestly, "You're still alive. That's good." His tone carried the quiet joy of reclaiming something lost.

Ouroboros had lost too many familiar faces along the way—the fall of the Ancient Sun God, Sasrir's disappearance, the betrayal of the three gods, Amon and Adam's estrangement… Once surrounded by friends, Ouroboros now prayed alone by the True Creator's side. Though he didn't mind his current life, seeing an old friend again brought him genuine happiness.

"Tch! Don't worry, even if you fall, I won't die clean…" Medici's expression stiffened for a second under Ouroboros's' directness, then he "tsked" and retorted.

"Now that's what I call a straight-shooter versus a tsundere. No wonder the airheaded types always get the better of the schemers!" Evah chimed in, narrating like a gleeful spectator stirring the pot.

"Adam's gone, and you're still here?" Medici snapped, turning to Luo Lin with exasperation.

"I know that one—it's the snow leopard meme!" Evah quipped, tossing out a reference Medici wouldn't get. He wasn't surprised by Medici's claim that Adam had left.

In fact, Adam had vanished the moment Ouroboros greeted Evah—whether he truly left or just melted into the air, Evah couldn't say.

He just assumed Adam was gone.

Grinning at Medici, Evah said, "Of course I'm still here. I haven't achieved my other goal for coming today!"

"What goal?" Medici raised an eyebrow, eyeing Evah.

"I want to invite you to a hotpot dinner, Mr. Medici. Please, it's really important to me," Evah said, clasping his hands in a pleading gesture.

Medici instantly recalled Evah's earlier hellish hotpot joke. For a moment, he was so exasperated he almost laughed, gritting his teeth. "You… you're are very good !"

(End of Chapter)