"I've done so much, but it's not just for fun," said God.
"Veldor, I'm glad it's you, I'm glad it's only you who came here, I'm glad it's only you who discovered the truth of it all."
Veldor, collapsed on the stairs, listened to Slaier's arrogant voice. He was in a bewildered state, knowing nothing, understanding nothing. The cold wind howled incessantly, the false steps wobbled in the wind, creaking aloud. All he knew was that everything was fake.
Facing the God of lies and deceit, Veldor felt scared, fear flowing backward to the top of his head, his hands turning ice cold.
He involuntarily began to recite the scriptures from the "Second Prophet Book," trying to dispel his fear.
But fear still pursued him relentlessly.
"You don't understand, do you? You don't know, do you!
No matter, many people don't know, many people don't understand. Sometimes, it always takes some time to discover my greatness."
