Ning Busan walked out of the Morning Star Palace.
Michael said, “You stayed in there for a long time.”
“Is that so? I saw some interesting things.” Ning Busan smiled. “Are there any other interesting places in Heaven?”
A map of Heaven materialized in front of Ning Busan.
Michael asked, “Where do you want to go?”
After thinking for a moment, Ning Busan made a cheerful decision. “Then let's visit them all...”
After all, having already absorbed so many godhead fragments, he would definitely be able to sense the authority of creation if it were nearby.
Michael dutifully played the role of a tour guide, taking Ning Busan on a tour of Heaven.
The Cloister of Psalms echoed with heavenly melodies as the choir of angels played their movements, their harmonies gentle and melodious.
The Eternal Garden bloomed with flowers that never withered. Amber light flowed between the petals, and butterflies danced and swayed among them.
...
Although Ning Busan did not find the authority of creation, he received countless looks of disdain.
In the end, he really couldn't help but complain, “Michael, have you noticed that these angels seem to have a big problem with me?”
Michael said bluntly, “Your appearance does not conform to Heaven's aesthetics.”
Ning Busan: “...”
He was utterly speechless!
Ning Busan didn't want to draw so much attention, so he changed his appearance to have blond hair and blue eyes.
After that, Michael kept stealing glances at him.
Ning Busan found it baffling. “If you want to look, just look openly.”
Michael opened his mouth but hesitated.
Next, they went to the Temple of Truth.
Cherubs hovered in the air, using their fingertips to pluck fragments from the flowing golden words and storing them in the books flipping in their hands.
Michael said, “The Temple of Truth is the gathering place of all knowledge on the Landia Continent. All wisdom from the birth of the world until now is preserved here.”
The corners of Ning Busan's lips curled up slightly. “That's quite impressive.”
But he had the Book of Sages, which could rival everything here.
A six-winged angel wearing silver-rimmed glasses and looking old-fashioned and solemn walked toward them. In his left arm, he cradled a heavy tome with a pure white quill tucked into its spine.
“He is Metatron, the scribe of the Temple of Truth, responsible for recording all the truth in the world,” Michael introduced.
The moment Metatron saw Ning Busan, he murmured, “Phoenix...”
Michael knew such a misunderstanding would occur and explained helplessly, “Metatron, he is not Phoenix.”
At least, not right now.
Ning Busan smiled and said, “Hello, I am Ning Busan.”
Metatron pushed up his glasses. Countless lines of floating text flashed across the lenses, as if the knowledge of the entire world were flowing within those narrow frames.
Immediately, Metatron discovered something even more surprising. “The Book of Sages is with you.”
Ning Busan nodded. “Are you interested in it?”
Metatron asked, “Do you know the origin of the Book of Sages?”
“Do you?”
“It was created by my predecessor, the previous scribe of the Temple of Truth.”
“And what about your predecessor?”
“He recorded forbidden wisdom, including the origin of the world, the weaknesses of the gods, and the prophecies of chaos,” Metatron said. “But such actions were not permitted. He blasphemed the gods and thus suffered divine punishment.”
“His death led to the creation of the Book of Sages. The Book of Sages carries his will and will seek out all the truth, knowledge, and hidden secrets in the world.”
Ning Busan sensed something off. “You... seem to admire your predecessor very much?”
“Indeed.” Metatron nodded. “Truth should be recorded, even if the price is destruction.”
Ning Busan stared at the book in his arms, his brow furrowing slightly. “While truth can illuminate the path ahead, it can also consume oneself in flames.”
Metatron nodded and said calmly, “Thank you for the reminder.”
Knowledge itself was corrosive. Those words that should not exist in the world would seep into his veins, destroy his faith, and turn his eyes into mirrors reflecting the truth, never again to reflect the radiance of Heaven.
He knew he would die, but he would still record, just as the previous scribe had done.
Ning Busan shook his head.
He saw extreme obstinacy and reckless madness in Metatron's eyes.
To learn the truth in the morning and die content by nightfall.
Since the man was willing to die on the path of seeking truth, Ning Busan was not one to meddle in others' business.
Ning Busan said to Michael, “Let's go to the next place.”
Metatron sized Ning Busan up, his gaze probing. “Are you looking for something?”
“Hmm? I'm just looking around...” Ning Busan smiled, then said in an extremely natural tone, “If I wanted something, I would just ask the Father God directly. Why would I go to such trouble?”
This mention of "Father God" made both Metatron and Michael freeze.
Truth be told, Ning Busan was still a bit guilty.
Because he was indeed looking for something.
Suddenly, Heaven's alarm bell rang three times.
Michael's expression turned grim.
Ning Busan asked, “What's going on?”
“A demon has sneaked into Heaven,” Michael said, handing the map of Heaven to Ning Busan. “Explore on your own first. I will go capture that demon.”
Ning Busan could only agree.
Ridiculously, the angels didn't find the demon, but Ning Busan ran into him first instead.
And this demon was actually an acquaintance of his!
Ning Busan dragged him into a corner and asked, suppressing his anger, “Didn't I tell you to stay in the deep sea and take care of Lucifer?”
That's right, the demon who had come to Heaven to seek his own death was none other than Beelzebub!
Beelzebub said aggrievedly, “He didn't need my care. He kicked me out.”
“Then why did you come to Heaven?”
Beelzebub said excitedly, “My cookbook is about to be completed! As long as I can taste all the delicacies of Heaven, I can create the ultimate cookbook! My King, can you understand my pursuit?”
“Understand my foot!” The veins on Ning Busan's temples bulged. “You came here just to throw your life away!”
“If the God of Light hadn't left Heaven, you wouldn't have been able to enter at all, or you would have been obliterated the instant you stepped in.”
Beelzebub pouted, looking as if he was about to burst into tears the next second.
Ning Busan clicked his tongue, sealing the demonic aura on his body and giving him a more stealthy disguise. “Don't get caught.”
Beelzebub's eyes welled with tears. “Thank you, my King! I will cook for you for the rest of my life!”
Ning Busan: “...”
You know what, actually, that didn't sound half bad!
This promise actually warmed his heart!
Rate on N.U.
