Feeling the Mother Goddess of Depravity's corruption draw near, and with Aaron's intentional indulgence, Trunsoest's Brass Book became increasingly active.
As silver-colored words appeared one by one on the turning brass book, above the high platform, at the center of the giant's chair inscribed with complex, distorted patterns, Roselle's body became more real, and the shadowy veil that had originally enveloped reality transformed into a dim cloak, covering the constantly "reborn" crimson cracks on his body.
With a hint of crimson still staining his eyes, Roselle looked at his body, and said with a complex tone, "Although it's only a brief moment of quiet and clarity, to be able to achieve this without advancing to Sequence 0, it seems you have truly mastered that Sefirah."
Shifting his gaze to Trunsoest's Brass Book in Aaron's hand, Roselle, as the creator of the Twenty-Two Blasphemy Slate, already realized something and chuckled with a hint of emotion:
"My life has been half success, half failure. I originally thought the most I could do was to imprison myself here, letting that being's corruption be buried with me. I never expected to be able to illuminate the path for future generations now."
Already knowing Roselle's choice, Aaron nodded, his figure merging into the Shadow of Order, leaving only an echo:
"The temporarily constructed balance can hold for another five minutes. Go see Bernadette and Bornova. This is my promise to them. After five minutes, recite my honorific name."
"The Origin and Shadow of Order;"
"The Great Emperor of the Realm of Chaos;"
"The Lord of Order who wields rules..."
Without lingering to disturb, Aaron's figure appeared above the primitive island. It wasn't until Roselle's magnificent and unrestrained prayer echoed in his ears, and until Bernadette and Bornova, their tear stains not yet wiped away, were sent out of the mausoleum, that dense dark-gold mist erupted from him, spreading outwards.
Under the projection of the Nation of Disorder's power, a magnificent miniature world emerged behind him, instantly engulfing the entire island.
Pillars reaching up to the sky, like pillars supporting the entire world, stood around the island.
At the end of the sky pillars, directly above the miniature world, Aaron, wearing a nine-layered crown, had endless chains of order extending from his back, piercing through reality and illusion, disappearing into the brilliant "star" symbolizing Roselle, which was rising slowly.
The brass book, which had been held in his hand, also turned to its last page at this moment. The dense silver words had been repeating the same sentence from beginning to end:
"No 'Rebirth' allowed here!"
The already riddled underlying rules, eroded by the Black Emperor's distorted order, were instantly replaced by this decree, inscribed throughout the entire brass book, at the moment of this Justiciar Pathway Uniqueness's complete activation.
On the huge, iron-black chair, Roselle's body distorted and expanded. Specks of crimson moonlight flew from various parts of the primitive island, continuously gathering around Roselle to form a miniature crimson moon-like entity, violently resisting the underlying rules modified by the brass book.
The brass book, suffering from the backlash, dimmed significantly. Before new rules could emerge, Aaron, at the end of the sky pillars, seemed to distort distance, grabbing the Sealed Artifact formed by this Uniqueness and pressing it against his glabella.
Without any hesitation, no longer suppressing the craving deep within his spirituality, amidst the trembling of the entire nascent divine kingdom, he began to accommodate this Uniqueness.
Ever since he snatched the brass book back from the God of Combat's Church, he had already decided to use Roselle to complete a simplified version of the god-ascension ritual to accommodate the Uniqueness.
And the god-ascension ritual provided by the Blasphemy Slate was to permanently modify a world's underlying rule, and then use this rule to judge a True God, powerfully suppressing Their authority and power, and implementing one's own order.
The special nature of the brass book dictated that when it activated to a certain degree, it would truly modify the world's underlying rules. Aaron only needed to fuse the Uniqueness at this moment, which was equivalent to completing the first step of the ritual.
In the mausoleum enveloped by crimson moonlight, Roselle's body distorted and deformed, but the blood-red deep within his eyes was replaced by pure dark-gold radiance.
With Aaron's help, Roselle had already established a connection with the Nation of Disorder through prayer. Chains of order vibrated, and he finally looked at Bernadette and Bornova, who were isolated and protected at the edge of the dark-gold world.
He did not choose to walk out of the mausoleum and revive in the Astral World; that would only cause the apocalypse to arrive in reality prematurely.
The next second, this man who called himself "Caesar" raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and gently distorted his wrist.
"Strengthen!"
He forcibly completed a "strengthening" of Trunsoest's Brass Book's rules, based on his own authority, the special connection between the Black Emperor Pathway and the Nation of Disorder, and the two types of corruption deeply eroding his body and soul.
Roselle's peak aura suddenly plummeted, and the constantly "reborn" crimson instantly stiffened, like a frozen picture.
Aaron, who had been observing the changes in order, seized the opportunity Roselle created with all his might, using the Nation of Disorder to forcibly suppress the constantly resisting Uniqueness that had merged into his body.
The strange wolf-headed, snake-bodied statue, which had been resting on the "Wishing Divine Lamp," flew out from the pile of sundries. In the peaceful and silent atmosphere, a colorless drop of liquid with a strong aura of eternal stillness quietly appeared, falling towards Roselle, who was stiff and enveloped in crimson.
The crimson it first touched violently collapsed, and the will of the Mother Goddess of Depravity contained within it passively entered a state of eternal slumber. All "rebirth" completely ceased at this moment.
Feeling an indescribable tranquility, Roselle, just before his consciousness fell into eternal slumber, curved his lips and sighed softly:
"The future is yours...."
Before he could respond, just as Roselle disintegrated into a mass of shadow mixed with a hint of crimson, the Justiciar Uniqueness, which had been fiercely resisting within Aaron's body, trembled slightly, completely conceptualizing and merging into the dark-gold mist, becoming an extension of his will.
An indescribable sense of completeness immediately emerged in his heart and resonated throughout the entire Nation of Disorder.
A True God is unique. After accommodating the Justiciar Pathway's Uniqueness, he himself possessed the symbol of this Pathway. The Nation of Disorder, having reclaimed the corresponding symbol and authority, was further perfected.
Thanks to the continuous cleansing of the brass book remaining within the Nation of Disorder during this time, the spiritual imprint originally contained within it had been largely eroded. Although he had just accommodated the Uniqueness and become a true King of Angels, his state did not decline in the slightest.
Putting the strange statue, borrowed from the Evernight Goddess and containing a tributary of the River of Eternal darkness, back into the pile of sundries, Aaron glanced at the genie feigning death. Rules were re-modified one by one, and the cracked lamp body became even dimmer, the unwilling screams fleeting.
Aaron, who was about to continue exploring using the connection between the genie and the Uncertain Mist, paused slightly, looking at the real world through the dark-gold mist that filled the sky.