The night is deep and quiet, and the night market in the city has long ended.

Originally too excited because of the manifestation of [Longinus], Aiven, who wasn't sleepy at all, didn't realize when he gradually fell into a deep sleep, dreaming a string of absurd and bizarre dreams.

The dream was filled with scenes a hundred times more absurd than "Fairy Tale World."

Between dream and wakefulness, he saw a cotton thread with one end tied to the white clouds in the sky and the other dangling an entire White Swan Castle; he saw a mouse carrying a hundred barrels of olive oil and sixty carts of salt on its back, running faster than a horse;

He saw an anvil and a stone tablet crossing the Hartson River together, their swimming posture graceful, movements gentle, more agile than the fish in the river;

He saw in the central wilderness of the New Continent, three people with crutches on stilts trying to catch a rabbit, one was deaf, one was blind, and one was mute.

The most bizarre scene was when the blind man first saw the rabbit running on the grassland, the mute shouted loudly at the cripple, and the cripple leaped swiftly on stilts, grabbing the rabbit's neck in one fell swoop.

"Truly bizarre! A completely counterintuitive imagery..."

Being able to maintain a lucid consciousness in dreams, and even to a limited extent control his dream, is a compulsory course for a Great Wizard. After witnessing these overly absurd scenes even in the Dream Realm, Aiven was pondering whether this might be some kind of Spiritual omen.

Suddenly.

Zoom—!

Up high in the sky, that golden sun creaked twice and suddenly fell before him.

Aiven suddenly widened his eyes, watching open-eyed as in the myriad rays of golden light, a simply life-threatening figure unveiled a complete stance.

Under a brilliant, immortal golden halo shining behind the head, he got a clear view of the sacred figure's head adorned with forward-curving horns, possessing a beauty indescribable in words.

Even though the deep-toned skin akin to wheat did not fully align with Aiven's aesthetic, that extreme beauty seemed to congeal into substance, flashing dazzling brilliance from that face!

Below the slender, graceful neck.

On a body akin to a Phoenix, draped with feathers seemingly crafted from pure gold, each feather's veins woven with shimmering runes, the flowing wind permeating between the feathers, simultaneously dyed golden by the feathers.

Masses of golden wind spinning, roaring, frolicking, mercilessly shrieking... yet all surround it, revering it as a God!

"Myth..."

Reacting instantly, Aiven shrieked, dived like a hungry tiger onto the grass beneath, burying his face in the ground like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, feigning death in broad daylight.

Recalling Vinya's words at parting, he shouted wildly in his heart:

"What counterintuitive imagery, this is simply chaos caused by a Demigod invading the Dream Realm!"

Under normal circumstances, an individual's dream is the Wizard's territory, even without Dream Witchcraft like a Nymph, if a Wizard dared to enter Aiven's dream, Aiven had a hundred ways to make him unable to leave.

But a Demigod proficient in this path has already surpassed Aiven's capability limit.

So, since resistance is futile, just close your eyes and enjoy... what a joke!

"Hmm?"

But after waiting for a while, Aiven realized witnessing the Demigod's "Mythical Form" again, he hadn't transformed into any form, only then did he understand he had just experienced a meticulously prepared prank.

At this moment.

An enchanting voice like a symphony of thousands of marvelous notes suddenly sounded next to him:

"Hehehe, just joking, Mr. Galliot, we meet again."

Aiven cautiously lifted his head, seeing a female ruler adorned in a golden dress and radiant crown, mischievously winking at him.

Though dressed mature and dignified, transformed into human form the true appearance might be only fifteen or sixteen years old or even younger. The golden eyes exuded full unrestrainedness and liveliness, rather than a monarch and deity, it seemed more like a lark singing high in the sky.

Form holds little significance for Gods, character deriving from the heart manifested vividly in them. The external appearance being thus young, it's possible this Goddess's mentality was similarly youthful.

So, what could Aiven do? Of course, choose to forgive it.

"Ahem! Embodiment of wind, Great 'Sky Goddess' Your Majesty, good day! Very pleased to see you again."

Casually getting up from the ground and bowing respectfully.

Whether Goddess or woman indeed are creatures holding grudges, apparently still remembering Aiven's slight offense from before.

That so-called "Mythical Form" entirely superficial, merely wanting to see whether "Adventurer's Blood" within him remained as... fierce?

The Goddess, just as before, elegantly returned the greeting like a lady using Old Continent manners.

...

In the azure sky, the clouds roll and drift, the breeze stirring green waves on the lush grasslands.

"So, in less than ten years, you have replaced the Hilus Kingdom in ruling the New Continent's colonial 'Broken Star Sea' fortress?"

Back then, Kurutena welcomed Aiven, hoping he would one day become a great adventurer exploring the world, crossing the Black Sea, traversing the New Continent, and sailing through the entire "Broken Star Sea" to the "Golden Kingdom" as a guest, as if these words were fresh in her memory.

When they met again, the young man from before had astonishingly become the master of half of the New Continent, leaving her deeply impressed. Not even the characters in a heroic epic could compare to this, right?

"Hehe, strictly speaking, it's only half of the Northern New Continent, merely 10 million square kilometers of land, which is insignificant compared to the vast world."

In this dream realm belonging to Aiven, the two of them sat casually on a breezy prairie, chatting leisurely.

The "Sky Goddess" Kurutena did not consider herself superior due to her divine status, and Aiven did not feel inferior in his Tier 4 status. Unless conflicts led to a "Mythical Form" showdown, they could maintain a normal mindset.

Simply because he was used to such beings. Besides, who hasn't taken down a couple of demigods?

The "Sky Goddess" Kurutena was as free as the wind, filled with curiosity about the whole world. She resembled Vinya, who had already become a Saintess, in personality. Though she had existed for an unknown number of years, her mentality remained very youthful.

She was quite concerned about the changes in the world. Initially intending to appear and tease Aiven for a bit, she realized after a few exchanges that he had truly grown significantly compared to seven or eight years ago.

She felt as though she had only returned to the "Golden Kingdom" for less than ten years, yet it seemed she had been out of touch with the world for a century.

"Your Majesty, the Old Continent is now undergoing an unprecedented upheaval...."

Aiven detailed the current continental situation to the goddess from a monarch's perspective, standing high enough and deeply engaged, each word insightful and to the point.

Of course, he couldn't miss slipping in his own concerns, especially about the "capitalist class" tide that claimed to bury "royal authority."

This being who was both a divine and royal entity should naturally be a born ally for himself. While villains were busy forming factions, why couldn't the good guys do the same?

Although Aiven had yet to understand what the "God of Black Wings" had promised the Evil God, it didn't stop him from setting things up for them.

"Actually, systems and development paths, if randomly transplanted, might not adapt well. Even if we transferred the entire set of technological, political, and economic systems here, the 'Golden Kingdom' fundamentally lacks the conditions for capital's primitive accumulation.

Firstly, there needs to be a large number of free individuals without production materials as employed laborers. Secondly, a significant amount of production materials and monetary wealth needs to be concentrated in the hands of a few and transformed into capital.

Without this premise, the firearms and machines the 'Golden Kingdom' holds now are merely toys, lacking the power to conquer the world as they have in human nations."

Initially preventing the curiosity-laden "Sky Goddess" from running to learn from those guys' "capitalism" and "democratic politics" from a theoretical standpoint.

In fact, Kurutena had long since grasped the secret technique of "Learning from me leads to life, resembling me leads to death," and she did not hold a strong obsession with the development path of the Tulip Countries, merely intending to bring the technology back to improve people's livelihood.

But even so, Aiven felt that this goddess was far too ahead of her time, and following this normal development, it might take decades or centuries for the Source Continent's technology to experience another breakthrough, only then possibly posing a real threat to the "Golden Kingdom."

Of course, a century is extremely long for humans, but for gods, it might just be a snap of a finger, something even Aiven, who had lived two lifetimes, couldn't comprehend.

The two continued chatting for a while.

Listening to Aiven's tales of the successive recovery of Ancient Gods, the path shifts of the God of Black Wings, the transformation from Evil God to Angel, the increasingly active followers of the Ancient Gods, the destined world-changing maritime rivalry, and the capitalist wave....

The "Sky Goddess," whose wisdom was as profound as the sea, grew increasingly grave, having realized that during her decade away from the Old Continent, an unprecedented upheaval was clearly brewing.

"Weren't you interested in what those remnant races in the 'Broken Star Sea' are all about? I can tell you about this, and it's related to why I've been seeking technological development for the 'Golden Kingdom' beyond Extraordinary."

Unconsciously, Aiven sat up straight, nodding eagerly like a chick pecking at rice.

"First, the essence of era change..."

The gods believe that the infinitely vast "Spirit Realm" possesses infinite power characteristics. Through the collective unconscious ocean of all intelligent beings on the planet, only one side of the "Spirit Realm" is connected to this material world.

The cyclic rise and fall of Spirituality is easy to understand, but the catastrophic nature change may be simply because the "Spirit Realm" casually turned over like a napping cat.

And the result is that the extraordinary beings of that age are directly discarded by the personality-lacking and profit-seeking "World Consciousness" as if through a filter!

When dynasties change, remnants of the previous dynasty usually face cleansing, leaving only the "Great Trendsetter" and "Survivors" to endure.

The "Great Trendsetter" refers to some True Gods, and "Survivors" are the ancestors of humans in this era.

The World Consciousness refuses to accept the remnants of the past; beings like the Zongderilic People can only wander there for thousands or tens of thousands of years alone. Many areas of the "Broken Star Sea" have truly become abandoned world zones.

Just like sprouts growing from a decayed body, yet the old stump remains, chopped again and again, but the roots cannot be severed. Those surviving remnant races are like another new sprout from the old era, considered tumors vying for new world nutrients, theoretically needing resolute eradication, but that realistically akin to an incurable disease.

As for why modern humans and wizards have no research records at all?

In the extensive timeline of the world, humans have only several thousand or at most ten thousand years of mythical epics, which means nothing. In other words, to truly understand the deepest changes in world attributes, mortals simply don't stand a chance!

The complete world is divided into two sides: the material side and the spiritual side.

The most profound and direct aspect of era change is on the spiritual and spiritual level. Living in the cosmic environment, a planet's physical constants obviously can't change with the planetary era. Ancient technological power can still be extended in this world.

Finally, the two bid farewell:

"I'm very pleased to see your growth now, and here's a mysterious gift for you."

"You're welcome to visit my country next time."