I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Hong Yuan could clearly feel the changes after his defeat.

The depletion of the church and the weakening of his body were obvious at a glance. When he sought life from death, the curse of the Returner intensified geometrically on him. Now, his physical body couldn't even compare to that of a normal, healthy adult.

Besides these, there were also many invisible costs. Even if he returned to the Holy Church and gathered power for a dozen years, he wouldn't be able to perform similar operations before advancing to Tier V, because doing so would risk his spirit and flesh being corrupted by the power of the Returner.

Among the few reality benders Hong Yuan had encountered, the nature of the destined Returner could be said to be the most troublesome. If he still existed in this world, Hong Yuan would now directly become an angel.

His angel.

If he continued to recklessly use the power of the Returner before advancing to Tier V, Hong Yuan estimated that he might trigger a brief divine descent, and the Returner would return to this world as prophesied—through his body.

This was also why Hong Yuan didn't casually use the Returner's power except for resurrection.

Doing so would only have two outcomes: either he would become a fanatically devout angel, or he would become the Returner's temporary vessel.

Only when faced with death could he put aside his concerns and use the Returner's power.

Although He was dead, He was still one of the most dangerous reality benders.

Besides these practical problems, this death also had other costs.

Originally, more than half of the guests he had met had basically confirmed that they would appear when the time came, but now, even if they saw him alive, they wouldn't agree to his request. They weren't like Shang Mingxin, who had no choice.

Even the most trustworthy Eastern Federation Security Company had returned his deposit after re-establishing contact with him.

He was now much weaker than before his death.

However, Hong Yuan still felt that he could win, because he could now overcome his former arrogant and foolish self.

In fact, he wasn't unaware of what the right thing to do was back then.

Any ability user with a brain knew that acting cautiously was definitely better than being arrogant, but the problem was that "knowing" was meaningless. He would never understand until he was truly killed once.

He was a reality bender. Unless he encountered a Tier V ability user, no one could stop his will from being realized. Before that, he only regarded Tier V ability users as stepping stones for the future. He felt that it was only a matter of time before he surpassed them.

No, that wasn't the truth.

He died.

The lack of setbacks in the past gave him the illusion that he was a god, but reality ultimately poured cold water on him, letting him understand that he was just one of the masses, nothing special except for being a bit lucky.

Even when Ma En killed him, he didn't use any extraordinary abilities, nor did he have any miraculous schemes. The ending was likely just because Ma En regarded him as an opponent, while he still felt that it was a game that didn't need to be taken seriously.

He wouldn't make the mistakes of the past now.

Even dragging his broken body, Hong Yuan was fully confident that he could overcome his former self. This wasn't because he was so excellent now, but simply because his past self was too terrible.

And he had also brought back something from the land of death.

Snap.

Someone impatiently pushed open the door to the bedroom.

A golden-haired teenager walked out.

This young son of the sun was still as arrogant as when he last met Hong Yuan. Judging from his expression, he probably hadn't heard about his death, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

Because he had never taken Hong Yuan seriously, his attitude wouldn't change now.

"I've said it before," the teenager said impatiently, "we're not interested in what you have to say."

Hong Yuan smiled and said to him:

"I know, this time I'm here for something else."

The teenager asked impatiently:

"What is it?"

Hong Yuan said, leaning on his crutch:

"I want to see Him."

The teenager's expression suddenly became serious:

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Hong Yuan stared at the teenager's burning pupils and said:

"Yes, I have something to say to Him."

The teenager didn't continue his previous sarcasm, but asked solemnly:

"What is it?"

Hong Yuan said:

"About the gods, a deity who is no longer remembered.

"I brought information related to her from other places. I think your master might be interested."

The teenager replied:

"Are you sure you want to look directly at the sun?

"If you fail to satisfy Him…"

Hong Yuan nodded:

"Yes, I'm very determined."

The teenager stopped speaking and raised his eyelids to look at Hong Yuan.

Then he saw the sun.

The scorching star appeared in every corner of his field of vision. Apart from the burning flames, Hong Yuan couldn't see anything else. He almost thought that what he was seeing was an illusion, and then he slowly realized that this was the fireball he usually saw.

"Is it you who wants to see me?" Scorching words appeared directly in his head. Hong Yuan could clearly feel these burning words slowly flowing inside the walls of his skull.

At this moment, he recalled calling these gods parasites and strongly felt how arrogant and foolish his past self was. So great, so great…

No, that won't do.

"I'm here to inform you about the Moon God…" he stammered.

"The Forgotten God?" Hong Yuan could feel his melting bones and brain matter already mixed together.

Hong Yuan gritted his teeth and said:

"I left this world for a while.

"I don't know what her situation is now, but I do know what caused these things. Before this, the Federation and the Savior Alliance once tried to deal with her together, but now no one remembers these things anymore…"

He originally wanted to use this information as a bargaining chip to trade with the Sun God, but now he could only blurt it all out.

"Well done."

This time, the words that appeared in his mind were no longer as scorching as before. On the contrary, they exuded a pleasant warmth. Immediately, Hong Yuan clearly felt that the torment he had just suffered had healed at an astonishing speed, and even some past injuries might have been healed.

Then the sun asked as a matter of course:

"What do you want?"

He tentatively asked:

"I want to stop the ceasefire between the Savior Alliance and the Federation. This is for you…"

Brilliant sunlight suddenly burst out, and then Hong Yuan returned to the golden-haired teenager before he could react. Moreover, his eyes were now tilting outwards with golden-red flames.

"He said you can freely command me." The newly blessed teenager said respectfully to him, "I can handle anyone who is not a Tier V ability user now."

Hong Yuan once again deeply realized that he was not a god…

This is a god.