[So, I don't know if Mr. Washtor came to visit, what advice do you have?] 】

Humble words slowly flowed from the lips and teeth of the genetic prototype, but the arrogant tone could not hear the slightest kindness: after all, the sentence itself was only a perfunctory expression of conversation etiquette.

Morgan was entrenched in her throne, and she didn't even bother to give the uninvited guest a place, but she crossed her legs, supported her face with one arm on one side, and a few strands of loose hair fell from her forehead, obscuring the vagaries in the eyes of the genetic prototype.

In front of her, the Lord of the Forge of the High Heavens also did not care about these useless superficial efforts, and it was adjusting the body of the unfortunate mechanical priest little by little, allowing the arc to roll and the gears to roar, just so that his will could stay a little longer.

Morgan could even clearly see how the well-maintained metal structures were being corrupted by the power of the subspace: the clean and neat steel was reforged to resemble screaming faces, the ominous cables poured out like poisonous snakes, tearing at the last of reason, and the long-dissipated soul of the mechanical priest was reduced to ashes in the rootless flames, and even the Lord of Avalon could not catch it in the High Heavens.

All of this is like an overly restrictive documentary disc placed in front of the genetic prototype, so that the well-informed Spider Queen can't help but sigh a few words of emotion.

It took Vashtor about a few seconds to reforge the new body of the Omnisiah follower into a malevolent steel body that was blazing, its voice coming from the soul furnace and lining up in front of Morgan through the flame-twisted air.

Its voice sounded much smoother than the last conversation, and even the Gene Prototype could clearly feel the aftermath of the repertoire that had risen from the furnace in its chest cavity and was constantly wandering in the sea of souls.

"I have come for two important things, the queen of the kingdom of fear."

The mechanical priest's face had been distorted by his malevolent skills into a mass of metal pus that was constantly reshaped in flames, and even the Spider Empress felt an instinctive uneasiness when he looked directly at the genetic prototype.

Morgan frowned, not only because of the ugly face, but also because of the honorific title in Vashtor's mouth, the honorific one that was sincere.

The Land of Fear?

What does that have to do with her?

[Say it.] 】

[I will tolerate you for the time being, the evil of subspace. 】

After a brief moment of silence and thought, Morgan spoke, as if the tyrannical queen was receiving the barbarian envoys from afar, and on either side of her throne, Virgo and Ophiuchus, who were always on high alert, each occupied a stronghold most conducive to the output of firepower, and became the only two listeners to this intimate meeting.

Vashtor nodded, his words without the slightest hesitation.

"First of all, I'm here to confirm that the contract between us is still being fulfilled, and to see with my own eyes whether you have begun to gather the three artifacts of the Qia space, as we agreed in the contract: please forgive me for my suspicions, because the stakes are so high that I must personally identify them."

[So, presumably the result must be satisfactory to you?] 】

The corners of the Spider Queen's mouth twitched, showing sarcasm, but it didn't let the Crucible Lord's movements stop for even half a minute, it just nodded and gave a serious answer.

"Yes, I am glad that you have obeyed the contract: from the moment I arrive at your ship, I can feel the breath of the Tuchucha engine and the heart of the plague, and the only remaining Ouroboros is sleeping on the planet beneath our feet."

"Presumably, you're about to start making them one?"

[It's none of your business, evil. 】

The fingertips of the Lord of Avalon tapped against her throne, and with the hollow echo and slow breathing, Morgan's power was rushing through the throne, and they swallowed the original calm and composure like the waves of the flood season, enveloping everything in front of the genetic prototype with the net of spiritual energy.

The power that slumbers in it is enough to tear apart any great demon who is famous in the Supreme Heaven, but in the eyes of the Spider Queen, these are only necessary preparations to communicate with an unknown being in the Supreme Heaven.

Cunning colors swirled in the blue-blue pupils of the Avalons.

[Listen, evil in subspace.] 】

[Since you have asked the first question, it is time for you to answer one of my questions in the spirit of the principle of courtesy. 】

"Please."

The burning body resounded with the sound of destruction like a forge.

"To the best of my ability, I will definitely give you an accurate answer."

Morgan stroked her lips: she didn't believe the promise.

[Tell me: What does it mean to be the master of the kingdom of fear?] 】

"It is the honorific title that you should be sung in the Most High Heaven."

"For fear is one of the powers that you or the position behind you hold that comes from the unknown and the confusion you represent, from the most basic biological instincts of all intelligent beings for darkness beyond their comprehension."

Morgan nodded.

[The unknown does bring fear, but it is not only the future that can bring fear, just as mortals may fear a madman whose logic of behavior is incomprehensible, but they will also fear a murderer with a clear purpose: how do you explain the difference, Vashtor?] 】

The answer to the original gene was a voice that was so close to laughter that it came from the deepest depths of the Soul Forge and was twisted to the extreme of the burning body to torment the ears of the Lord of Avalon.

"You're right, Lord Morgan, fear is indeed divided into different categories, because intelligent beings have complex feelings, they fear both inevitable death and fate with little future, which are the cowardly instincts of the flesh."

"But please realize that in the highest heavens, the authority of the gods does not actually have clear boundaries, but is intertwined and intertwined, like mixing two handfuls of liquid metal of different colors, in addition to the most central authority, there is also a large amount of authority that can be fought over by two or more gods."

"The throne of the gods can only seat one person, but in every aether realm, more royal flags can be planted, and in addition to this, there are a large number of neutral and disordered zones, and my soul forge is one of them."

"Under these conditions, the authority over fear is nothing more than a borderland that leans more towards you, and the other gods have the opportunity to intervene, but their interests are focused on other areas, and there is no more desire for the value of fear."

"For example, in a sense, the Lord of Skulls can also influence the concept of fear, but do you think He really has his eyes on those cowards?"

【……】

Morgan rubbed his fingertips.

[What do you mean: Even if I can only master the fear caused by the unknown, because the rest of the realm of fear has no opponent to compete with me, I can call myself the master of the entire kingdom of fear? 】

Vashtor nodded.

"The actual reason is a little bit more complicated than that, but you can understand it."

Morgan was silent, her hair hanging low to hide the wind in her pupils: she had no more interest in these so-called powers and gods, because they were too far away.

What the Gene Primordial really cared about was that through the description of the Crucible Lord in front of her, she was able to further understand the Supreme Heaven, and understand what was in the depths of the Supreme Heaven: although the credibility of these descriptions themselves was questionable, in the current situation, this was a relatively stable channel that she could find.

It's a big deal, I'll go back to her genetic father to repeat these things in the future to check if the words are correct, and it would be great if I could help the emperor.

After all, although Morgan still hated the human lord from the bottom of her heart, she also had to admit that on the front of the battle against the gods of the subspace, the emperor was the only backbone and answer for the entire human empire.

If you can help, you still have to help.

Even if it was just to cower behind his golden flames and deceive himself.

In the heart of the genetic primordial, such calculations and bitterness were brewing, and Vashtor waited patiently for her thoughts to end, and it did not seem to be in a hurry: perhaps, for such a subspace existence, time had long lost its meaning.

……

Morgan was silent for about a minute.

When she looked up again, she sat up straight and brushed her loose strands of hair to her ears, her fully exposed teal blue pupils emitting a ghostly glow that sent the entire throne with the waves of psionic energy rushing with her.

[Alright, tell me your next question, Vashtor.] 】

"As you wish."

Twisted cables and hot metal tore at each other in a roaring syllable, like a million furious metal beasts fighting in a hurricane of the Most High.

The burning body stared at the Spider Queen's face, and Morgan could even feel the crimson pupils that didn't exist in front of her, emitting the smell of industry, iron flow, and unbridled exhaust pollution.

In her uneasiness, the master of the Soul Forge spoke.

"The second thing I'm visiting: it's more like a proposal, one that exists only between you and me, and doesn't contain anyone else who isn't here."

[Proposal? 】

Morgan frowned.

"Yes."

Vashtor's voice was heavy.

——————

"I hereby propose to you: the genetic prototype of the Human Empire, the unknown gods, the work of the damned, the master of the Infinite Nights and the Realm of Fear."

"Are you willing to accept my expressed attempt to cooperate and sign a new contract between you and me: you must conceal the existence of this contract, and no one is allowed to know the contents and secrets of this contract, which belongs only to you and me."

"If you're willing to listen, I can tell you about the chips I've put up for this new collaboration: I promise you'll be satisfied, or I'll keep ramping it up until you're satisfied."

"But on the condition that you don't let anyone know about this collaboration: you can't tell any of your subordinates, your biological brothers, especially your genetic father."

"If you can't, you can choose to decline this offer, it won't affect the contract we're working on now, and I'll still honor it."

"And if you can do it, then I'd be glad we agreed again."

"...... Now"

"What is your answer, Lord Morgan?"

——————

【……】

The Spider Empress was silent.

She was silent for a long time.

——————

“……”

On one side of the throne, Virgo, who had been preoccupied with Washtor, couldn't help but cast a confused look at her mother: Morgan was still silent, and it had been silent for too long.

Maybe five minutes.

What does it mean to be a five-minute contemplation for a genoplasm who can sit alongside Killiman in multithreading?

Virgo didn't know this, but she had never seen her Creator spend so much time thinking seriously about a single issue, and she saw the storm in those blue eyes, and saw the roaring distorted face and the merciless sea of fire, fighting in jewel-like eyes.

Virgo didn't interrupt all this, her energy was once again focused on Vashtor's burning body, so engrossed that she forgot even to breathe that didn't matter: like the subspace creature under her cannon, they all forgot to breathe, which made the already empty throne so quiet that you could even hear the Spider Empress's web of psionic energy, constantly rubbing against the phantom sound.

The Stellar Handmaiden didn't care about all this, she focused on her mother's orders, and waited for the next word that came out of her mouth: whatever it was, she would unswervingly carry it out, and that was the purpose of her existence.

After making such a vow, she waited for the words from her mother: and almost in the next second, she waited.

——————

【……】

[Hehehehehehe! 】

Morgan smiled.

She smiled so happily that even the hairpins that had been beautifully groomed were accompanied by a rare sound of hearty laughter, and fell off one after another, leaning on the side of the genetic's ear, once again making her pupils half-hidden, making it impossible to see the blue-blue light behind it.

[Hehehehehe......]

Laughing, the progenitor grinned: it was neither a mockery nor a touch, but an instinctive expression of the large predator's impatience and laughter when it was inadmissibly provoked.

[Vashtor. 】

The Spider Empress pounded on her throne.

[Do you know, in the thirty or forty years since I came into the world, I haven't actually learned much useful knowledge: no way, who called me a genetic proto? We, distorted creatures, are born knowing too many things, and even throughout our lives, we may not be able to fully and thoroughly exert the original knowledge in our minds. 】

Morgan held out his fingers and absentmindedly curled her hair.

[But despite this, I learned something crucial, and I could even call them truth.] 】

"There is no truth, Your Excellency."

[Varies from person to person, from time to time. 】

Morgan smiled, her tone very slow, but unmistakable.

[I did not learn them in books, but in my pupils, in my vision, in the living cases I witnessed: among them were mortals, some were aliens, and even my brothers and heirs, who suffered before me, and in some of them I also played a dishonorable role. 】

[That was a long time ago, but I remember it very clearly, very clearly, I remember what those people looked like and what happened to them: whether it was the think tanks under my command who died young, or the powerful sacrifices of the Alien Empire, or even my brother ...... who had fallen too deep]

[They are all using their own tragic fate to tell me a truth: in front of subspace, we are so small and fragile, in front of subspace, promises are so unbearable, in front of subspace, we should never have even a trace of luck. 】

At this, the Spider Empress paused visibly, she seemed to sigh, and she seemed to just think about whether to pour out the next words.

【……】

[Listen, Vashtor. 】

I will not agree to your request, and I will not deceive the Emperor into any deal or compromise with you: no matter how insignificant it may be, no matter how rich you will reward me, I will have only one answer. 】

[I refuse.] 】

These words fell to the ground, and countless storms were silenced.

Virgo, who was standing on the side, watched all this quietly, she had never heard such a serious refusal from her mother's mouth, and then, a familiar element appeared between the Spider Queen's eyebrows.

[If you insist on this so-called deal with me, then I can only convey these words of yours to my father: if this act has caused you harm, then I can only express my apologies. 】

Morgan was laughing, smiling maliciously.

"Is that so?"

But even this obvious malice didn't seem to affect the master of the Soul Forge in the slightest, and Vashtor only slowly moved his burning body, letting the cables and wires make a screeching sound in the constant friction: Morgan's refusal didn't seem to surprise him much.

"Alright then, Lord Morgan, I'll take this deed back."

[You don't seem surprised? 】

The genoplasma raised an eyebrow.

"I've experienced this many times because the contract was rejected in the midst of a pre-designed possibility: it's a rare case for me to be able to come up with such a contract with great uncertainty."

Vashtor spoke his thoughts unhurriedly, and the steady rhythm of a crane and the steady voice of a hammer made his words more convincing.

"After all, you are the master of the endless nights and the kingdom of fear, and it is in your nature to grasp and rely on the unknown, and it is also your greatest source of strength: even now, completely unaware of your place, you can still foresee the things that concern you and the best options through some instinct."

"You're even an unwitting prophet."

【……】

Morgan grimaced her countenance, and instead of interrupting Vashtor's whispers, she listened carefully: if the subspace creature wasn't lying, then the Spider Empress could understand what the [instinct] had been guiding her actions all along.

Mastery of the unknown......

The genogen sighed, and Vashtor's whispers echoed in her ears.

"But since you don't agree, let's put this contract on hold for now."

[Not temporarily, you subspace evil who can't understand human speech. 】

Morgan snorted.

[No matter how many times you propose, I will not agree to your cooperation plan. 】

The Lord of the Forge looked up, staring at the genoplasm again, a little confused.

"Why: Is it because my conditions are not generous enough? Or is it because you don't have any more intentions in this regard? Or do you doubt the fairness of the contract? ”

Logically speaking, none of these reasons are valid: why did you choose to refuse to cooperate with me? Obviously, we can all gain more than harm. ”

"You don't even want to listen to the content of the collaboration, with my chips."

"What makes you so short-sighted?"

In the face of the soulcrucible's heartfelt questioning, Morgan only returned a cold smile and an equally cold word.

——————

[The reason is simple. 】

[Because: I am a coward, a coward, an old conservative stubborn who only dares to step by inch on the edge of darkness, a miser who only wants to protect myself and the treasures in my hands in the storm of the future. 】

[I will not agree to your cooperation, I will not take the initiative to turn my back on my only reliance in the face of the demons of the High Heaven for the sake of your illusory interests: yes, I am a coward, a pessimist who is filled with countless fears in my heart. 】

[I don't even want to have anything to do with the High Heavens if I can, but I know I can't, because from the moment I became conscious, the storm of the subspace has taken root in my soul, and the face of the evil god has surfaced in the depths of every sleepless nightmare I have. 】

But even so, I still believe in one truth. 】

[When you have the ability to refuse the olive branch extended by subspace. 】

[You must reject it.] 】

——————

"It seems that you have lived up to your title in the subspace, as the lord of the Fear Realm, it is also a normal thing that you are filled with the most primitive and massive fears: although your situation is far from being that serious."

"It looks like the Cursed has changed you quite a bit."

After listening to the Spider Empress's declaration, Vashtor simply nodded without sadness, and it no longer mentioned the contract, but casually skimmed over the topic of the original body and the emperor, and twisted flames erupted from the corpse he manipulated, accompanied by the sound of a pendulum of souls, forming the necessary farewell words.

Apparently, the Lord of the Soul Forge has lost interest here: after solving two of its own problems in quick succession, there is no reason for it to stay here.

However, Morgan has one more problem.

——————

[However, I am curious about another question than these, Vashtor. 】

The Spider Queen tilted her head, a vicious glow reflected in her pupils.

[What is it that makes you so jealous of my father that you would rather discuss the process of the plan for the Three Artifacts with me, the intermediary, than go directly to the ...... The Emperor? 】

——————

"You'd better not mention that cursed name, Your Excellency."

"This is not in the slightest benefit to our current cooperation."

Compared to the previous quiet and seriousness, Vashtor's tone actually showed a few wisps of rather obvious anger: you know, even if Morgan's position clearly cut off the possibility of their cooperation, the Lord of the Soul Forge did not have the slightest fluctuation because of this.

The strange flames that had been somewhat extinguished were rekindled at this moment, and the hoarse hiss of metal poured in from every crack, and unexplained rust began to appear on the bright and new ground, which was extremely indicative of the anger that came from the depths of the subspace.

The original only smiled contemptuously, and she let out a loud shout, and the brief demonstration was swiftly suppressed, the rust was erased, the flames were suppressed, and in Morgan's throne, it was clear that Vashtor could not do anything recklessly.

But that didn't dampen its anger.

"Why do you mention this name, Lord Morgan, it's very unreasonable!"

[I'm just curious. 】

Morgan raised a hand and covered the slight astonishment in her pupils with her hair: she didn't expect that Vashtor would be so jealous of the existence of the emperor, and it stands to reason that it should also be a very important role in the Supreme Heaven.

Could it be that her genetic father is stronger than she thought?

[Since this is a deal between you and my genetic father, then why are you looking for me as an intermediary: Now it seems that I have no actual connection with this transaction, and I can't think of a reason for you to come to me. 】

“……”

The Lord of the Forge was rarely silent.

"You know, Lord Morgan."

"The vast majority of subspace creatures, not even me, would never appear in front of your genetic father, the cursed one: it's an iron law."

What did he do to make you so jealous of him? 】

“……”

Vashtor didn't want to answer the question, but when its cold mind subconsciously turned around at the turn of this external message, a new spark of inspiration was born in a corner of the furnace: it didn't seem entirely bad for it to let Morgan know the secrets of the subspace.

The interest is there: although it is very small and hidden in the waves of the future, it does exist.

Then the Lord of the Forge looked up.

"Do you know where the cursed got the energy of the subspace to create you creatures whose souls and flesh are fused enough to stir up the High Heavens?"

【…… Maybe it's a deal. 】

Trade?

Vashtor let out a cold, sarcastic laugh like a steel knife.

It's going to be laughed at.

——————

It's a crazy story.

Long ago, before the Great Expedition of your mouth, before it had even begun, the Cursed One, the father of your genes, had been running for his ambitions.

The first time I heard his name was when he came to Moro on a ship with a group of humans he called his companions, and from there he went to the deepest part of the Most High Heaven.

I don't know how he straddles the dimensions of subspace and the real universe without being torn apart by the raging hurricanes, or how he deceives or deceives the pretentious gods into reaching the heart of the Aether.

Legend has it that the gods of the Most High welcomed him because they saw in him the shadow of a new companion and expected the fifth throne to belong soon, and in order to trap the gods in this lie, he even sacrificed a group of companions to him without changing his face, and watched their souls be consumed by the storm of the subspace in order to gain the trust of the gods.

But his lie was a trick after all, and when the gods discovered his true purpose, they fell into a mixture of anger and ecstasy: all because they themselves were the product of contradictions, both angry at being deceived and cheering at this ruthless and bold move.

Faced with checks and balances, thoughts on the damned, and other incomprehensible reasons, the gods did not intervene themselves, they simply mobilized their armies to punish this arrogant mortal: it was a force you could hardly imagine, even 10,000 years of war could not accumulate so many unjust souls, and even an empire across the stars would collapse in the roar of such an army.

So, on that day, a war broke out in the deepest part of the Most High Heaven.

And I, I witnessed it.

I have witnessed how he unleashed the power of destruction, destroying armies loyal to the gods, disintegrating legions under his blade, wailing more unborn into the furnace of souls than in the sum of a hundred wars combined.

His companions were a bunch of madmen, who followed him like fanatics, each possessing unparalleled strength and courage until they were overwhelmed by the armies of the gods.

That war that no one knew about lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the most ferocious demon lost the courage to fight against him, until the gods began to whisper his name, until several beings who were neither inferior to me nor inferior to yours fell under his sword and never reappeared.

Until he became the sun, the sun in the highest heavens.

It was only then that the gods realized the gravity of the problem, and they were horrified to discover that the Cursed had stolen a great deal of treasure from the Aether, the most important of which was the Flames.

So the gods themselves intervened, eager to stop the cursed one from causing them trouble in the real universe: but this attempt failed, because at the very moment they were about to seize him, next to the cursed one, his last companions took the initiative to stand in front of him.

These tiny beings ignited themselves without hesitation, their lives and souls, and though their light was so dim and fleeting, that it was torn apart by the roar of the gods in less than a moment, it was enough for the damned.

Under the cover of the light lit by his last companions, the Cursed escaped the wrath of the gods, and he returned to the temporary safety of the real universe.

Alone.

Loaded on.

Then, with the treasures and flames he had obtained during his journey to the High Heavens, he began his ambition in the real universe.

But the gods would not let him go, and they followed the rift of time and space to place their projections before the cursed and his creatures.

But then they were drawn to the creation itself.

And the Cursed seems to have started a new round of his lies.

Thereupon......

The rest of the story is what you know now.

This one has added a lot of private settings, including how the emperor got the raw materials of the original body in my timeline

Yes, half stealing, half cheating, half robbing

As for the emperor's companions, this is actually a little selfish on my part, according to the explanation of the end and death, I don't believe that the emperor's eternal companions will leave one by one, I would rather set it this way: those partners who firmly believe in the emperor's dream have burned themselves for this dream, and the emperor has borne their sacrifice and become the master of mankind

(End of chapter)