"All things in the world are interconnected by cause and effect."

"The previous moment is the cause of the next, and the next moment is the effect of the previous."

"Knowing everything is a boring thing, Merka, don't you think so?"

Lilith's crisp, sweet voice reached Merka's ears, as if dipped in honey and white sugar, making it hard to swallow.

Faced with this scene, Merka was speechless.

Wrinkled, fine wood chips rose out of nowhere, returning to the empty door frame and forming a wooden door again; the previously surging black tide seemed to be pulled by an indescribable force, as if urged by a distant full moon, in a hurry to recede, all streaming out of the door; the huge bird beak wavered for a moment, ultimately unable to resist the mighty power of time, and obediently retreated through the door following its original path.

From molecules to the size of a yacht-like bird beak, all under Lilith's delicate hand, like a conductor of an orchestra, dutifully retraced their original paths.

Merka broke out in a cold sweat.

In a moment of daze, terrifying illusions seemed to whisper in his ears.

Within this infinite and varied world, it seems that there is a grand and invisible world axis encompassing everything.

No one and nothing can escape this terrifying constraint.

Your only options are to move forward or backward.

"Okay then."

"Helping you straighten out another big mess."

"Darling, how will you repay me?"

Lilith clapped her small hands and hopped back to Merka's side, squatting down.

She hugged her knees, her slightly oversized clothing covering her entire delicate figure. She tilted her head, mischievously cocked her little brain — her emerald eyes wide open, staring at Merka as if accumulating the delicate and agile waters of autumn.

She playfully asked Merka.

"……"

But don't forget, Merka is now like having one foot already stepping into the gates of Hell. Now that the demon god has finally retreated, as he relaxed, it was as if he raised the other half of his foot into the gates of Hell.

And even more terrifyingly, the black tide that had touched Merka before did not fade away, but kept drilling into his weakened body.

A broken owl mask had faintly appeared on Merka's drooping cheek.

Merka leaned weakly against the wall, breathing heavily.

Lilith seemed to pay no attention to this.

"Merka."

"You seem a bit disheartened, don't you."

"Do you think that all those kindness and justice you believe in... will ultimately not succeed, will ultimately not be rewarded, will ultimately be in vain?"

Lilith seemed to sense Merka's low spirits. She smiled lightly and gently placed a hand on Merka's chest.

"A saint, besides perfect character, exceptional wisdom, and willpower superior to ordinary people, most importantly needs to endure suffering."

"Let me heal you..."

"I sincerely look forward to your performance next."

Just as Lilith was about to transfer magic into Merka's body to heal him, Merka suddenly grabbed Lilith's hand.

With great effort, he opened his dry lips, using all his strength to squeeze out the congested words from his throat to Lilith.

"Lilith... you don't need to heal me."

"Anyway... even if you heal me, I will still lose in the battle against the demon god."

"He will only become stronger and stronger, while I will never be able to shake it off."

"If you truly want to help me... please do as I say next."

Merka's voice grew quieter and quieter, almost inaudible.

Lilith had no choice but to lean her body completely against Merka, putting her ear near his mouth,

her curved body line, like a water snake, clung tightly to the side of Merka's body, seemingly measuring the length of his body needed to consume.

"Lilith... can you, reverse the cause and effect of what has already happened..."