Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 14 Medici's Fury

Perhaps to distract Medici, or perhaps because he felt there was no need to hide anything, or perhaps he simply wanted to watch the show, Amon gave Rosen and Medici a very detailed account of what would happen in the future.

This includes, but is not limited to, the resurgence of God's will from within the Sun God, the establishment of the Rose of Salvation, the fall of the Sun God, and the betrayal of the three gods of Wind, Wisdom, and White—although Amon was unaware of the establishment of the Rose of Salvation at the time, after the fall of the Sun God, Amon had obviously learned the truth through various channels.

After hearing all this, Medici's expression didn't change much, but the fact that the cup in his hand was already crushed showed how bad the Red Angel's mood was.

Amon was clearly satisfied with Medici's reaction. He picked up his cup, took a sip, and then said slowly, "After Father's fall, the true creator was born from His body. He is a product of the fusion of part of Father and Sasriel. He is an absolute madman, neither Father nor Sasriel."

At this point, Amon paused, looked up at Medici, and although he still smiled, his tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "Ah, of course, you still consider Him your father. Perhaps that's why you fell?"

Although Amon is not yet clear about the truth that Adam is the divine incarnation of the sun god, he is certain that the true creator only merged with a part of the sun god. However, his current understanding is that the other parts of the sun god have dissipated.

"If His soul is still the Lord, then He is the Lord." Medici looked back at Amon, unmoved by the other's words, and said with unusual seriousness.

"Huh?" Amon chuckled briefly, as if he had heard something amusing. He raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his face, saying in a light tone, "But He didn't save you."

Amon looked up at Medici, as if provoking or stating a truth: "If it were your father, he would have saved you, but he didn't. He let you die."

"Amon, are you sad about this?" Rosen, who had been listening intently to Amon's story, suddenly spoke up, resting his chin on his hand, his emerald eyes seemingly able to see into anyone's heart:

"You had hoped that your father still existed, but Medici's death made you realize that the sun god had completely fallen. The true creator who merged with Sasriel was ultimately just a monster."

"...Perhaps?" Amon smiled, showing no sign of sadness, and simply pinched the monocle on his face.

After a brief silence, Medici laughed. He looked at Amon with a smug and confident smile and said, "You are using sophistry. You say that the Lord did not save me, leading me to the mistaken belief that the Lord gave up on me. But in fact, it is probably you who used trickery to prevent the Lord from saving me."

Amon neither confirmed nor denied this.

Rosen paused, holding his cup. He glanced at Medici, who was grinning broadly. Every part of the Red Angel seemed to radiate pride and trust—trust in those He was loyal to.

But the true Creator probably really wanted to save people but was stopped, while Adam really wanted to kill you!

Rosen thought somewhat casually, took a sip of his juice, and suddenly asked, "What if your master really gave up on you?"

Medici's smile faltered. He looked at Rosen, raised an eyebrow, and said, "What, are you also trying to sow discord between me and the Lord?"

"It's not about provoking anyone." Rosen put down his cup and said unhurriedly, "The Sun God's humanity merged with Sasriel, becoming the true creator. Aren't you curious about where His divinity went?"

Medici's smile vanished completely. He stared at Rosen, his red eyes sharp and cold, and said, "What are you trying to imply?"

At this moment, Amon also looked at Rosen, his lips still curved in a smile, but his eyes held a hint of surprise and doubt.

Ulorus also looked at Rosen, his expression filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"I didn't say anything." Rosen chuckled, glancing in a certain direction. "Besides, isn't it more appropriate for the person involved to answer this question?"

"...You really do know a lot." Adam, dressed like a priest, appeared at the corner of the table, his expression calm, as if he had always been there.

"I only know a tiny bit of a secret." Rosen gestured with his fingertips to represent the universe, then said with a smile, "I thought you would deny it, Father."

"Whether I admit it or not, you will tell Medici the truth, and you want to get Him on your side," Adam replied calmly. His golden eyes looked at Rosen, then looked away after a moment, as if it were just a casual glance.

Rosen caught this glimpse, narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then smiled and said, "There's no other way. After all, I'm just a weak, pitiful, and helpless cub. I have to find a way to secure some protection for myself."

Is there anyone more suitable as a henchman than Medici, who takes the path of war? Obviously not.

Adam neither confirmed nor denied this.

Their straightforward yet enigmatic conversation clearly struck the others at the table like a thunderbolt; even the slow-witted Urolius showed a shocked expression at that moment.

"...Who are you?" Medici was the first to snap out of his shock. He looked at Adam and practically forced out the question through gritted teeth.

Medici could accept dying at the hands of the Son of God, but he could never accept being abandoned and betrayed by the Sun God for no reason.

This is a trampling of His loyalty.

Adam seemed to sigh at this moment, but without any emotion. He looked at Medici, his golden eyes devoid of joy or sorrow: "You have been corrupted by the City of Calamity. Once you advance to Sequence 0, you will inevitably bring disaster to this world."

It's hard to say whether Adam was explaining or stating facts.

Medici was so angry at that moment that he laughed. He stood up, looked at the person in front of him who was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar, and said through gritted teeth, "You can tell me that I don't necessarily want to be promoted to Red Priest."

Medici wasn't the kind of ambitious person who absolutely had to advance to Sequence 0. Although he did have a desire to advance, if the Sun God asked him to give it up, Medici could accept staying at the angel level.

Adam, seemingly oblivious to Medici's anger, said, "I don't think you can suppress your desire for advancement while you're corrupted."

Of course, what Adam didn't say was that He Himself also needed to use the new Red Priests for experiments, so even if Medici could restrain his desire for advancement, in Adam's eyes He still had to die.

"...Yet you didn't even try, did you?" Medici stared directly into the other's golden eyes, his tone sarcastic, though it was unclear who he was mocking.

Adam looked up and met His gaze. He didn't speak, but the answer was already clear—"Why should I risk trying this?"