Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 820
After sealing Roselle inside a barrier that Eternal Blazing Sun and the God of Steam and Machinery could not breach, Rowan casually conjured a table and two chairs.
He sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked across at Grisha.
"There’s something I’ve been wondering," Rowan said mildly. "Stefano I can understand. But why would Orsiques give up targeting you and instead focus on stopping Roselle?"
Grisha took a seat opposite him, his posture unhurried.
"Because I promised him this," Grisha replied. "Before the apocalypse is resolved, I will not seek revenge. Whatever grudges exist can wait until afterward."
He smiled faintly.
"Compared to the betrayal of those three, I care far more about preventing this world from being destroyed by outer gods."
Rowan raised an eyebrow, then chuckled.
"I’ll admit, I didn’t expect that."
It made sense, though.
Grisha now stood at half–outer god status. Eternal Blazing Sun was no longer his match. Facing the Ancient Sun God he had once served, Orsiques was afraid. A promise of non-retaliation gave him an excuse to compromise.
And stopping Roselle was something Orsiques wanted to do anyway.
What surprised Rowan was not the logic.
It was the scale of Grisha’s perspective.
If Eternal Blazing Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom had not betrayed him in the past, Grisha might have ruled the world uninterrupted to this day.
Yet even so, Grisha still placed Earth’s survival above his personal hatred.
That was the mindset of someone who had once ended the Dark Era.
Not benevolent.
But brutally rational.
The True Creator’s cults had slaughtered countless innocents. Adam himself had never hesitated to dirty his hands for the sake of his plans. The Loen royal family’s involvement in human trafficking had also passed through Adam’s shadow.
Grisha was not kind.
He was utilitarian.
Sacrifice the few to save the many.
From the perspective of an observer, Rowan could understand it.
From the perspective of the sacrificed, it was another story entirely.
Rowan took a sip of tea.
"Since you care so much about the bigger picture, let’s make a deal."
Grisha looked up.
"What kind of deal?"
Grisha did not move to attack.
He was waiting.
Waiting for Eternal Blazing Sun and the God of Steam and Machinery to finish Roselle.
If Roselle fell, then even if Rowan was stronger than expected, he would still be facing three true gods and one half–outer god.
Even if Roselle survived, the constant assault on Rowan’s barrier would drain Rowan’s reserves.
Time favored Grisha. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"So simple it almost sounds generous," Rowan said.
"You, Amon, Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Steam and Machinery hand over all your unique authorities and high-tier essences to me."
"In return, I’ll solve the apocalypse for you."
"I’ll wipe out the outer gods."
"You all get to stay on this planet and live peacefully."
He smiled.
"Sacrifice the small self. Fulfill the greater good."
Amon laughed coldly before Grisha could answer.
"You’ve lost your mind."
In Amon’s view, if such a thing were possible, then everyone might as well give their authorities to him instead. He could become the pillar and stop the apocalypse himself.
Grisha shook his head.
"If you truly could do that, I would hand everything over."
"But you can’t."
"You currently hold only the Fool and Door authorities. Once you obtain Amon’s Error authority, you’ll have to face the Celestial Worthy’s will."
"You won’t survive that."
"And even if you did, you’d still need to absorb my authority and confront the return of God’s consciousness."
In Grisha’s understanding, only one path existed.
He would fully integrate five authorities, master the Sea of Chaos, and become an omniscient, omnipotent existence.
Amon, as the living embodiment of Error, was the only viable candidate to integrate the Celestial Worthy’s authorities without being overtaken.
No ordinary being could endure that awakening.
And more importantly...
Grisha trusted Amon.
He trusted no one else.
"Here’s my counteroffer," Grisha continued.
"Hand over the Fool and Door authorities now."
"I’ll let you leave safely."
"And after Roselle returns, if he’s willing to surrender his authority and essences, I’ll allow him to retain enough power to survive and leave with you."
Rowan set his cup down.
"So we’re done talking."
He shrugged.
"I figured as much."
He had tried persuasion out of courtesy.
Grisha had once saved the world.
That earned him a conversation.
Not a victory.
"It’s time," Grisha said quietly.
He glanced toward Roselle’s barrier.
If they delayed any longer, Roselle would complete his return.
The conversation had already drained some of Rowan’s energy.
That was enough.
Grisha and Amon moved at the same instant.
Space around Rowan locked.
Time stuttered.
Threads of fate twisted, attempting to overwrite his existence.
Amon’s authority surged.
At the same time, Rowan felt his mind assaulted by vast, alien interference. His body was struck by scorching radiance and roaring lightning.
A colossal white tower of living scripture descended from above.
Grisha’s power.
Half an outer god, unleashed.
Rowan stood there, unmoving.
He looked around.
Then he sighed.
"...Is that all?"
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