Tiber plopped down onto the metal-backed chair, wiggled around, and displayed a relaxed expression. He then rudely propped his feet up on the table. Under his black robe, he was wearing a pair of plush black cotton slippers, giving him a very homely air.
Jonas looked at the man before him. He could sense that the other party was like a massive column protruding from the water—what manifested in the Material Realm was merely the tip of the iceberg, perhaps only a phantom in the Energy Zone. This person was like a Tower.
"By Ysmir..." Jonas remained reserved for a moment.
Tiber leaned back, balancing the chair on its two rear legs, swaying gently. He looked no different from a forty-year-old, well-fed, greasy middle-aged man. "Don't be so polite. But it seems you still haven't remembered who you are."
Jonas: "???"
Tiber clutched his stomach, laughing maniacally with sounds like popping farts for a while. "You, oh, you! It's a good thing you remembered to come find me while you were conscious, but unfortunately, I was a little late, and now it's come to this. In Saarthal, eight other Bird-men and I couldn't stop him. Now it's time for you to act yourself!"
Jonas subconsciously took two steps forward, placing his hand on the edge of the table. The black iron tabletop was freezing cold, making him shiver. "Saarthal, you were there too?"
Tiber pondered his words for a moment. "I left this flower a long time ago, but my Tower remains. It must be that coward Magnus, who didn't dare to deal with him himself, so he notified us nine overworked laborers to step in for you."
Jonas clutched his head, the epiphyllum between his brows flickering, faintly suggesting it was about to shatter.
"Magnus? The God of Magic? Isn't He...?"
"It's one thing that you underwent Reincarnation, but why did you seal off all your memories?" Tiber frowned. "You are the Lord of the World, the God of Gods!"
A single word, a thundering command that shook the deaf!
The epiphyllum between Jonas's brows flickered violently. Memories buried deep in his Soul began to surface but were firmly suppressed by a Brand. The conflict between the two caused the boy's body to lose control, falling to the ground and convulsing.
Suddenly, a Thu'um of Compulsory Will rushed out from the gap between body and mind, violently colliding with the epiphyllum on his Soul. Dragon Souls were consumed one after another. In space, Alduin's Dragon Soul was guided, crossing space to merge into the roaring Thu'um.
The epiphyllum could not withstand the erosion and finally withered.
Jonas's will abruptly sublimated! It passed through the Material Zone, Energy Zone, Will Zone, and Primordial Spirit Zone, reaching the superior affinity layer.
He saw a familiar head floating among the epiphyllum. It seemed to be his Teacher's face, yet it bore a third resemblance to Jonas himself.
This was the Godhead, the Creator of Aurbis.
He was murmuring: "Namo Lu Yuan Bodhisattva..."
Jonas was frightened into a mental blankness.
I am the God of Gods... Teacher is an outsider, and he wants to kill me!
So that's it—Jonas understood everything. Lu Yuan Bodhisattva dreamed the dream of the God of Gods. They underwent joint Reincarnation, experiencing the cycle of Reincarnation, competing for the ownership of the world.
Jonas and Simon, the two of them, were merely the Divine Incarnations of the God of Gods and the Bodhisattva, absorbing Divinity during Reincarnation to control the Divine Kingdom and achieve the Perfection of the Trinity. If Jonas killed Simon, he would achieve Awakening and expel the Bodhisattva's will. If Simon killed Jonas, the Bodhisattva would replace the God of Gods and occupy this Undying Flower.
Talk about adoptive father and son—they were eternal enemies!
In every Reincarnation, every Timeline, the two of them would meet. Sometimes they were both humans, sometimes both beasts, sometimes even two plants, or two twisted monsters. All possibilities existed. This time, Simon adopted Jonas; next time, Jonas might care for Simon... The most miraculous thing was that they truly never faced each other with weapons; they were always gentle with one another.
If the numidium hadn't plunged the Universe into the End this time, their Reincarnation would have continued forever.
But the reason the numidium was activated was that Simon wanted to save Jonas.
Jonas being trapped in the Dragon Cocoon was a contingency plan he himself left behind, allowing the Observer to notify the remnants of the Nine Divines to create the Dragon Cocoon when "necessary." This was like antivirus software, used to clear Timelines unfavorable to the God of Gods, preventing His situation from deteriorating to the worst possible outcome.
If the God of Gods hadn't left a contingency plan, Simon wouldn't have triggered the Dragon Break this time, and wouldn't have pushed himself into a desperate situation.
Tiber watched with a smile as the boy stood up again. Although his posture was disheveled, his Mental Power had risen to the First Rank. For the current Jonas, transcending time and space and reversing life and death were trivial matters. He had originally intended to fulfill the small promise He had made back then, but He found that the robber's Soul was already within the Pure Land, which was the epiphyllum beneath the Godhead, making it beyond His power.
"Alas." Jonas sighed emotionally. "It has actually come to this."
Tiber Septim grinned. "Since you have Awakened, can I leave now?"
"I told you to come earlier, yet you dragged your feet for so long. Do you still have the nerve to ask me for a decree?"
Talos gave an awkward laugh. "That was a mistake. I was previously dealing with a fellow who called himself the Bubble Pile. By the time my True Spirit returned, I was already late."
Jonas remained silent for a moment. This unpredictable attitude made Talos uneasy. He originated from this world, and originally had to leave a Tower behind to escape the Dream of the Godhead. Now, He simply wanted to seize the moment before the dream ended to reclaim His Tower. Truthfully, He wasn't accidentally late; He was waiting for this specific moment. Otherwise, neither the God of Gods nor Lu Yuan Bodhisattva, regardless of who won, would return the Tower. Only when the goods were rare did Talos have enough leverage to move Jonas.
Jonas coughed. "If you want the Tower, it's simple. Deal with the numidium. It's your fault for not hiding it properly; otherwise, none of this would have happened."
Talos's face nearly turned green. "Are you serious? That fellow even chopped up Alduin."
Floating in space were the corpses of the fifteen other Daedric Princes besides Sheogorath. Sixteen Oblivion Domains perished, the Eight Stars shattered, the Twin Moons disintegrated, Alduin's wings were broken, and the Space-Time Structure was already chaotic. The Void Realm contained a massive number of Oblivion Wormholes, the starlight was fading, the sun was gradually closing, the Aetherius was falling—everything was rushing toward death.
Jonas sneered, "If you hadn't stood by and done nothing, how could Alduin have been defeated so quickly!"
At this moment, the body of Alduin, the Dragon God of the End, was shattered, His Soul was depleted, and the result of the World Degradation manifested on His corpse: He slowly transformed into a rotting Purple Worm.
Jonas coughed. "That's that. You go deal with the numidium, and I will deal with... that person."
Tiber straightened his posture. "Have you made up your mind? However, after the numidium is destroyed, I want to see my Tower."
"Deal."
Jonas left the Conversation Room. There were many such rooms inside the Leviathan, usually used for short-term prayer, privacy handling, confession of sins, and similar activities. The conversation content was supposed to be recorded, but Tiber had already shielded the soul stone recorder in the room, being meticulous and watertight, especially at a critical moment like this decisive battle.
Talos's figure gradually dematerialized. When He reappeared, He had transformed into a Giant hundreds of thousands of miles high, confronting the numidium from afar.
He was only wearing a loincloth stitched with an eye symbol. His chest was split open, like a jagged hole. From the hole emanated a shrill, glowing, scorching blood-red color. The current Him was Lorkhan!
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