I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

West Federation, inside the Saint Cadegren Cathedral.

A man in a suit was sitting in the magnificent corridor, seemingly a visitor waiting to be received by a high-ranking church official. The clergy who noticed him were already used to it. Although their Pope was just a young man in his twenties, there was a constant stream of so-called "big shots" wanting to meet him.

However, if anyone recognized the middle-aged man's identity, they might be surprised that he was sitting so humbly on the outside chair, because he was not one of those mortal tycoons trying to use their wealth to buy a chance to go to heaven. On the contrary...

The man waiting for the Pope was also a god.

Seraern had just left the Central Federation Islands. The Right Eye was there, but he couldn't find it. Something was concealing the Right Eye's existence, and that power was extremely strong. At least, Seraern, having left the Southern Federation, had no way to deal with it. Fortunately, he had a solution other than "power."

Knowledge and experience had already told him some information. Although he couldn't surpass this power to find out exactly who had the Right Eye of War, this ability was already a kind of answer.

There weren't many things that could conceal the existence of the Right Eye of War, especially in the Central Federation Islands. Considering their simple and crude concealment method and the fact that they had leaked their aura before, Seraern could narrow down the target to a few organizations and entities, among which the Federation itself was suspicious.

Similarly, in his deduction, the Holy Church was not on this list, so he came here now.

Having lived for so many years, Seraern had all sorts of methods not limited to the Southern Federation, but none of them were enough to confront the strongest organization today. Moreover, he had to retrieve the Right Eye of War cleanly. There weren't many other forces that could do this, and even fewer who could be used by him.

Although the price to pay was not small, it was worth it to revive War.

He needed "War."

Familiar footsteps came from the far right of the corridor.

"What are you doing here?" The young Pope looked at Seraern with a serious expression. "Heretic god."

Seraern turned to look at Rafayel:

"Don't be so serious. We both know you don't really believe in your god that much."

Rafayel curled his lips but didn't refute Seraern's words:

"Are you here to find me?"

This question actually had a deeper meaning. Rafayel wasn't really surprised that Seraern was looking for him. What he cared about was that Seraern chose the church as the meeting place, because they had met privately many times in the past.

And the things they discussed then were not suitable to be seen in the open, let alone for his god to see.

"I'm here to find the destined returnee's envoy in the mortal world," Seraern gave the answer. "And I also represent the entire pantheon that now rules the Southern Federation. We have some things to discuss with you."

"I'm also talking about those slaves when I say you."

"Show some respect. They are the Lord's most selfless followers." Although he said that, Rafayel's expression didn't seem to be really that disgusted by Seraern's address.

Seraern smiled:

"We all know who the false god is. I ruled the world before he was even born."

"Shut up." An icy voice sounded from behind Seraern. A faint halo of holiness floated gently like feathers onto them, but neither Rafayel nor Seraern felt any holiness at all.

Seraern turned his head. Standing behind him was a beautiful "human woman" surrounded by holy light.

Seraern could be said to be extremely familiar with this "visitor from the Upper Realm", because they had just met in Atlantis not long ago. This was the archangel who personally created the birth of devils and weaved countless conspiracies behind the scenes for the awakening of the destined returnee—the schemer of Heaven.

Seraern looked at her sideways and said:

"Perhaps it's my illusion, but I always feel that you've become a little arrogant since Shenxiao was imprisoned. I never saw you being so impolite when she was still around. You've even forgotten how to maintain respect for gods."

The woman looked at him with cold eyes:

"You are not a god at all. He is."

Seraern could perceive from the archangel's expression that she firmly believed what she was saying to him, even though she already knew that he was the original god, which made Seraern feel a little worried.

The archangel's crazy-like words at this time were not as reckless and foolish as they seemed. At this time, she was truly denying at the inner level that he was the god. She had successfully deceived herself.

And she could only have one purpose in doing this—that is, to replace "reality" with lies.

Seraern said with a serious expression:

"He is just my clumsy imitator. I ascended to godhood long before you appeared."

The archangel stared into his eyes and said:

"It is like this now, and the past is indeed as you said, but the future will be different.

"In the future, He will be born before you."

She didn't hide it at all. This sentence was almost a declaration that these apostles of the destined returnee were trying to reverse right and wrong. They wanted to make the destined returnee be born before him.

In fact, she was making a request.

This was Heaven's condition.

Seraern reminded with a warning tone:

"Tampering with reality is not that simple. Don't think that you have no obstacles just because Shenxiao is imprisoned. In the final analysis, you are just an extension of his power, not him himself.

"Don't try to control power beyond you."

Rafayel had already understood:

"Wait, but this doesn't seem to be the focus of the prophecy."

Although he hadn't heard Seraern's request yet, the archangel had already made hers, which was to have Seraern "admit" that the destined returnee was born before him. This was obviously a change that was beneficial to the realization of his prophecy.

But these were not the main prophecies. According to his understanding of the prophecies, there should be better choices.

If they wanted to revive the destined returnee, the prophecy they really needed to fulfill was the fading of the gods.

The archangel turned her head slightly to look at him and said:

"This is also the condition he wants to use to exchange. At first glance, this seems to be slightly better than the condition I am proposing now, but you're finished if you really believe him. This old thing is far more cunning than you think.

"This is a race. If anyone reaches the finish line first, the other contestants will be disqualified.

"No need to doubt, Heaven has its own decisions."

After hearing her say this, Rafayel didn't have anything else to ask. Anyway, he didn't really care about prophecies.

"Speak," the archangel looked directly at Seraern again. "What do you want?"

The Sun God replied:

"I want an eyeball."

He stood up.