Chapter 1546: Chapter 1546

This wasn't the first drop of divinity Jenkins had ever obtained, but it was the first he had managed to coalesce himself—a distinction of profound significance.

Though the process had relied on the Sin Nightmare to leverage the power of the dream world, making it impossible to replicate, Jenkins had undeniably experienced the full creation of divinity and the sensations that came with it. He had taken another crucial step on his path to godhood. The God of Lies was not far from fully ascending to his divine throne.

Even without immediately using the drop of divinity on his fingertip, simply experiencing the power of his divine domain and the faith of his false followers was enough to grant Jenkins the right to challenge the incomplete Beast of Calamity in the world of dreams.

He considered it for a moment, letting the drop of divinity float before him. Then, with a touch of his finger amidst a flash of golden light, a cubic seal materialized from nothing, encasing the divinity. With a gentle push, the silver Godhead Metal Block fell onto the hospital bed in the physical world. The cat’s eyes widened, but it remained perfectly still.

The afterglow of divinity enveloped him. His newfound insight into the nature of lies made him even stronger in the dream world, and his false believers continued to fuel him with their faith. At this moment, he was the God of Lies, sovereign of the dream.

The amorphous, chaotic shadow sensed the change in Jenkins. It didn't understand why the nascent god before it hadn't used overwhelming force to suppress it again, but it knew one thing for certain: if it didn't fight with everything it had, the sliver of its essence that had so painstakingly escaped would be sealed away once more.

The Beast of Calamity, the Sin Nightmare, began to swell, mobilizing all the spiritual energy it had absorbed since the battle began. High above Bel Diran, a terrifying, abyss-like shadow devoured the golden light, and the power of sin began to bleed from the dreamscape into the real world.

Of the two solutions he had considered, Jenkins had already accomplished the first: gaining more believers. As for the second—using his spiritual energy more efficiently—he now had an idea for that as well. It was why he'd saved the drop of divinity.

With the power he now wielded, he was confident he could defeat it. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovelfire.net

Jenkins raised his right hand. Before him, the afterglow of divinity and his immense spiritual energy began to construct an illusion powerful enough to rival the Sin Nightmare.

"And as for my most profound experience in the world of dreams—and its most powerful force—that would have to be... Come forth, my servant!"

An immense meow echoed through every dreamscape, even piercing the veil of the dream world to touch reality itself. The being Jenkins considered the most powerful force in his dreams—that colossal black cat—truly manifested, shaped by his spiritual energy and the lingering glow of divinity.

After countless battles against the black cat, he understood it so intimately that the illusion he constructed was nearly indistinguishable from the real thing.

In the night sky above Bel Diran, the abyss-like shadow of the Nightmare occupied one half of the heavens. In the other, a golden light converged, coalescing into the form of a gigantic cat.

The cat was immense, its form stunningly lifelike. Though it lacked the inherent menace of the opposing shadow, the very instant the Enchanters laid eyes upon it, blood began to stream from the eyes of every brave soul who dared to gaze upon its form.

Both were Beasts of Calamity—one fragmented, the other a fabrication. But the fabricated one was empowered by the essence of lies, and what's more...

The real cat beside the pillow let out a meow, chased its tail in a quick circle, and then dissolved into a black shadow. It shot into the world of dreams, merging seamlessly with the colossal cat Jenkins had created.

The wind began to blow. Though it was the start of summer, a chill crept into the night air. In the real world, a sliver of darkness appeared on the twin moons, a shadow that rapidly grew. A lunar eclipse, unpredicted by any astrologer, had begun. Above Bel Diran, under a now-lightless sky, the amorphous abyssal shadow and the colossal, bizarre black cat faced each other—two sins from two different Epochs, standing together across the vastness of time and space.

Papa Oliver gripped the edge of a table to keep from collapsing. He had accidentally glimpsed the cat in the sky. Blood trickled from the corners of his eyes, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

"How is this possible? The Devouring Moon Spirit Cat? How can this be?"

His voice echoed through the grand library, but there was no one to answer him. In that moment, a resounding meow drowned out every other sound in existence.

The cry echoed throughout the entire material world. Though the form above Bel Diran was an illusion, the sound was real. Ordinary humans could not perceive it, but the strange creatures that lingered in the mortal realm, and the malevolent entities slumbering in the subspaces surrounding it, all heard that feline call.

After eons of waiting, after a vigil that spanned countless ages, the Devouring Moon Spirit Cat had finally found the one it sought. In accordance with its pact with the gods, it had returned to the material world, announcing its arrival for all of existence to hear.

Those in the physical world could not perceive the fierce clash between the two inhuman entities in the dreamscape. However, the vast majority of Enchanters in the Bel Diran region could sense just how perilous and brutal the battle raging in the sky truly was.

The two monsters, whose forms mortals could neither withstand nor behold, battled fiercely in the eclipsed night sky. It was clear, however, that the enormous, bizarre black cat had the upper hand. Despite its immense size, it moved with unparalleled agility. In the absolute darkness, bright yellow beams of light erupted from its mouth—rays that could illuminate all of creation, and tear it all to shreds.

Jenkins, still in the dream, could not observe the real world, and so he had no idea what his cat was doing. He assumed he had gained the upper hand because of the divine afterglow. In truth, even with its power incomplete, Chocolate was far stronger than the Sin Nightmare, which had only managed to release a mere sliver of its essence from its seal.

The confrontation in the dream ended in Jenkins's victory. Simultaneously, in the real world, the battle concluded when the black cat spat out a bright yellow orb that shattered the Nightmare's projection in the night sky.

Jenkins stood in the liminal space of the dream world, listening to the praise of the dreamers below. He watched as the amorphous chaos before him was torn to shreds by the black cat, piece by piece, and then devoured.

Then, the black cat vanished before his eyes like a bursting bubble. Jenkins hovered above the vast ocean of dreams, looking down to see countless sleeping souls bowing to him in worship.

he sighed softly, ending one lie with another. His gaze then shifted to the other group—the people who had fallen into a collective dream after smoking the strange tobacco. Without the Sin Nightmare to control them and absorb their spiritual energy, their individual dreams were merging once more, that vast and jumbled dreamscape slowly taking shape again.