Above Chief Square, the colossal "Puppet Theater" was still ringing with music and carrying out its performance, but at this moment, it lacked a key role—"Lighting Master." In the darkness, the puppet performance, no matter how incredible, failed to capture anyone's attention.

Such a scene, filled with theatrical flair, seemed to have a great attraction to a "Great Existence" in the unknown.

The originally nursery rhyme-like "Ding Dong~ Ding Dong" sounds suddenly became passionate, and in an instant, gained an atmosphere befitting a real battlefield.

Above the darkness, beams of light, unwilling to remain unnoticed, shone down from places unknown.

The theater, revived, could no longer be ignored.

And at the very center, a beam of light, stronger than any other, and several times brighter and more intense than the light that shone on "Aise Grasna."

Within the column of light, the silhouette of a child flashed into existence.

Concealed in the dark, the Transcendents who had been spying on this long-brewing war had already learned their lesson from before. Witnessing that great column of light emanating from the "Mysterious," they immediately came to a realization.

The Doll God Bolusa was about to arrive!

It was just unclear whether it was an Avatar projection or, as the legends stated, whether Bolusa would arrive in his "True Form."

Clearly, the previous lesson was still not profound enough for some Transcendents.

Even as their minds began to ponder whether what was arriving inside the column of light was a projection or true form.

Curious gazes still ventured a look, such dull, insensitive danger senses brought fatal consequences.

There were no wails, no screams.

Yet, in the shadow of Nightfall, atop some tall buildings, or within dark shadows.

One after another, figures emerged from their hiding places, their faces filled with horror as if struck by something fatal, but initially, several lower-Level Transcendents stiffened upon revealing themselves, their bodies turned ashen, spreading with mottled colors.

Cracks and joints appeared in the blink of an eye, they lost their sense of self and automatically started Puppetization as they headed toward the center of the square.

The other unprepared Transcendents who were directly affected tried to resist.

Like rusted Puppets, they moved with difficulty, their hoarse voices faintly carried by the night wind, drifting across the square and surrounding areas.

"Save~ Save me."

"I don't want to become a puppet, save us."

"Don't look at Him."

...

The number of Transcendents undergoing Puppetization rose to a dozen in an instant.

The audience, with a keener sense of danger, had closed their eyes early on.

Even recognized "Weak Gods," they were still Divine.

Mortals, should not gaze directly upon Them.

Of course, there were many exceptions.

Aside from some Demigod-Level strong ones able to exempt themselves from Pollution by their own power.

The other Transcendents, if they possessed items like Curios, could also achieve exemption.

And Tang Qi, was a third case, he too was a God.

If none of these were the case, then one could only wait.

When Gods descend upon the Origin Star, Their Radiance would be suppressed by the rules of the World, the weaker the God, the faster and more pitifully they would be suppressed.

Then, even Gods could be gazed upon.

As the audience waited, Tang Qi still sat on the terrace, watching from afar the giant column of light coming down, watching the appearance of that child's silhouette.

That, indeed, was a child.

His age seemed to be frozen around six or seven years old, wearing an exquisitely beautiful robe that seemed like a dress but was more like a modified robe. He had a face so bizarrely androgynous that it could not be distinguished as male or female, and the skin that was exposed was so smooth and realistic it didn't seem human.

His pitch-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching down to his ankles.

Flaws?

No, there were none.

It was an incredible texture, more smooth and shining than any jewel or gemstone.

But at this moment, a slowly healing "crack" on His chest marred His otherwise unmatched beauty.

At the edge of the crack, flowed an aura familiar to Tang Qi.

"The scent of the Death God, His wound hasn't healed?"

Tang Qi expressed his surprise on the terrace.

According to the information, the Doll God Bolusa had been grievously wounded by a Death God named "Jos." After such a long slumber, His wounds had still not healed?

"No, that's not right, unless injured by a 'Dominator-Level' deity, it wouldn't be so...He's doing it on purpose."

As Tang Qi thought this, his gaze finally moved upward.

Without initiating any Special Ability, he peeked from the dark just like other Transcendents.

The next second, Tang Qi caught a glimpse of an unexpectedly insightful pair of eyes.

Judging by Bolusa's actions, He should be a chaotic, insane Evil God, unable to control His own Desires.

But Tang Qi saw eyes filled with wisdom, as if capable of Insight into everything.

Simultaneously contained within was a mix of other things, extreme Sorrow, extreme Joy, extreme Love... He didn't seem like an Evil God, but more like a great Saint who loved the World, a Sage.

Time, it seemed, stood still upon Him, unable to erode His being.

Any Transcendent without an exemption would lose themselves at the sight of those eyes, becoming Puppets, madly, fanatically following the great "Doll God."

Tang Qi's gaze returned to the crack.

"He seeks an Eternal beauty, where Sorrow, Joy, Love, and even Death are all encompassed."

"He wants the Power of Death, that's why He deliberately keeps that wound."

Tang Qi looked at the "Perfect Puppet Bolusa" with a knowing smile, "It seems not only mortals have a penchant for courting death, Gods, do so too."

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