Oasis City has never been as orderly as it is today.

After the snow fell, the trial concluded smoothly. As the former mayor Hafeez was sent to the gallows, the residents of the Lower City finally confirmed that this was not a dream. They held their hot cups of water, bathed in moonlight, and returned to their homes.

Just a week ago, they were still suffering from "stone lung cough," working tirelessly for the officials and nobles in the Upper City, yet unable to receive even a small box of medicine, their lives utterly hopeless.

But now, everything has changed.

With the Church Saintess... No, the Goddess herself reappearing in the world.

What they didn't know was that with the conclusion of the trial, Laris's remnants were also completely wiped out, except for those monsters who had become unrecognizable after consuming the fruit. Sariman dragged back those who gave up resistance and were still breathing. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The reconstruction of the prison was put on the agenda. It is foreseeable that, with the fall of the old officials and nobles, everything in this city is in need of revival. Their future holds a countless amount of work to be done. True reform is not just about sending criminals to the gallows; more importantly, it's about repairing the problematic order.

This is a large project, and it can be expected to face obstruction from the royal family and the great nobles of the Far West. The worst outcome might be a large-scale civil war.

But at least, tonight they can take a temporary breather.

"I see, so this is why you insisted on calling me here."

Bazarian stood amid the crowd, pedestrians coming and going, yet no one noticed their conversation.

She had to admit she underestimated Mary, especially her final transformation from human to deity, which left a profound impression on her—this human, strong yet without direction, finally learned how to properly use her power.

Bazarian did not leave immediately; she was still waiting for Ethan's next words.

She spoke again, "What? Do you want me, the losing candidate in the 'election,' to offer blessings for the new God's arrival?"

"Why would I?"

Ethan shook his head, "There's just some historical legacy issues that need resolving—next is about your matter, Anzi."

The mention of "Anzi" sent a tremor through Bazarian's heart.

In fact, she didn't know where she should go next.

Ethan had prepared an interesting and grand "show" for her in Oasis City.

Saint Mary, Laris, and the people active in this performance; she would remember them for a long time.

But after that, waiting for her would be an even longer, emptier future.

"The destroyed Kania civilization and the factors of Old God Bazatous, you already know your lineage."

Not all truths provide comfort.

Especially for Bazarian, who is seen as a deity by the people of this world, it must be difficult for her to accept such a subversive fact when she learned she was just an experiment meant to catch Bazatous's attention.

The crowd in the square gradually dispersed, and the municipal hall square under the night sky returned to its usual tranquility.

When Bazatous saw the woman with seven eyes nearby, his face changed immediately and he looked at Senzi with strong resistance, "Senzi, I don't need your sympathy, don't meddle in my affairs."

"This isn't sympathy; I've helped you twice. Now it's your turn to return the favor."

This was both a historical legacy issue concerning Bazarian and related to Ethan himself.

From what he knew, Old Ba was always resentful of him for changing Mary's faith, and now he witnessed Mary replacing the Goddess of Life, becoming the new deity in the eyes of the people of Oasis City and the Far West. For the lonely old Bazatous, the conclusion of this "show" must be unpleasant.

Fortunately, during this adventure, Ethan unexpectedly found a better candidate.

From every angle, Bazarian, born from the factors of Bazatous, better suits his artistic appreciation.

After all, he initially noticed Mary only because she bore some resemblance to the Goddess of Life, making Bazatous reminisce about the time before the arrival of the First Epoch.

So, how could a substitute be as good as the real thing?

"Do you know how humans usually solve the problem of being too idle?"

"I don't know."

Bazarian remained full of vigilance.

"Find a job... I won't deceive you with pretty words that you'll certainly find meaning in it, but I can assure you that the job I'm introducing you to will be absolutely exciting, much more lively than a play at the Eternal Theater."

Ethan paused slightly, then continued, "If you can't find the meaning of life, then why not find some fun to make yourself happy?"

Bazarian was somewhat moved; Ethan's reasoning was impeccable, and from start to finish, he didn't use that patronizing attitude to pity her. It seemed like he was... simply offering friendly career advice.

This kind of thing is happening every moment in human societies, but she knew very well that this matter was definitely not so simple.

She scrutinized Ethan with a skeptical look, "Since you say it's so good, why is it reversed that I should return the favor to you?"

"Because the role I am playing now has a specific title in human society—an intermediary. As an intermediary, I certainly have to charge a commission from both parties introducing the job."