Chapter 67: Divine Incarnation: The Silver Saint

Chapter 67 Divine Avatar: The Silver Radiance Saint

Amidst the gruesome mess of blood, brain matter, and shattered bones, the "divided" avatar slowly rose to its feet. It glanced down at its current form and nodded in satisfaction.

Hmm, the height and proportions now matched normal human aesthetics—well worth the effort of reshaping the clumsy, bloated frame of "Dad."

After some thought, it chose neither to assume Yi Fengchu's actual face nor to create a temporary unfamiliar one—

For deities need no faces.

Its followers and devotees would naturally bow before it, kissing the ground it trod, none daring to lift their eyes and gaze upon its true form... right?

Of course, the avatar wouldn't admit it was simply too lazy to design a face.

Designing one that suited both the role and divine status was, in truth, quite a challenge!

By now, the motion-sensor lights on the first floor had long since dimmed, yet the divine avatar emitted a soft silvery glow, like moonlight indoors.

Its form evoked both the mystical shimmer of snake scales and pure moonlight cast upon white paper, delicately cut into a human shape that drifted down to walk among mortals.

Beautiful yet cold, radiating an untouchable sanctity that commanded reverence.

Xiao Luo was no exception. After crouching to tidy the ritual site, she froze, head bowed.

In the presence of even a fragment of the deity’s avatar, she dared not speak rashly or lift her gaze, standing utterly still.

Unexpectedly, the luminous figure drifted forward, its voice as gentle as ever: "Let’s go."

"...Huh?" Xiao Luo murmured, confused.

"Home," it said simply. "My current identity matches your father in this instance."

Xiao Luo fell silent, the weight on her shoulders immense.

Horrifying!

This was a powerful god—how could she possibly call it "Father"...

Perhaps sensing her fear, the avatar of Mr. Narrator chuckled softly, reassuring her: "There’s no need for such fear. You should know I’m generally tolerant toward those who’ve caught my interest."

"And I’m not entirely *Him*. For now, you may think of me as... an ordinary high-level ability user?"

It spoke casually, but Xiao Luo hesitated: Since when were high-level ability users considered ordinary, everyday beings?

By any definition, this was anything but ordinary!

Though the statement begged questioning, Xiao Luo held her tongue.

She could only silently convince herself that, to a deity, high-level ability users were indeed insignificant...

The divine avatar laughed softly, its kind luminous mask briefly slipping to reveal a hint of mischief:

"Besides, don’t you think this is rather amusing?"

It left the thought hanging, but after a moment, Xiao Luo could fill in the blanks.

To players, this instance was deadly dangerous, but to *Him*, it might resemble a delicate stage play—each person playing their role, interacting with hidden motives...

Like an absurd yet real drama, reminiscent of childhood games of house.

The divine avatar did seem genuinely entertained, mimicking human gait as it leisurely ascended the stairs, clearly in good spirits.

Xiao Luo followed cautiously behind, as if chasing a silvery lunar illusion, its glow illuminating the dim stairwell.

Without realizing, she relaxed slightly, at least enough to move naturally.

‘The avatar’s personality isn’t dull at all. Its gentle demeanor resembles Mr. Narrator’s true self, but it feels less restrained—more... playful and teasing?’

‘This subtle difference in temperament is actually quite endearing... Wait! Thinking of a divine avatar in such terms is sacrilegious!’

Xiao Luo quietly patted her head, halting the sudden blasphemous thought.

She repeatedly reminded herself not to speculate about or judge deities.

But a child’s train of thought is inherently scattered, like a kite with a broken string, drifting uncontrollably further away:

‘Though the details are hazy now, I vaguely recall that when Mr. Narrator is in the mood to guide or converse, He’s never at a loss for words either...’

Xiao Luo mused, ‘Well, to Him, we’re probably just interesting characters in a story, or stray cats and dogs encountered by chance, right?’

‘Since we’re utterly harmless, there’s no need for caution or concealment—He acts entirely as He pleases. That explains His occasional exceptional kindness, leniency, and talkativeness.’

She had to admit, she was both awed and envious of His power and freedom, as if all worlds and colors were merely His personal theater.

Nodding earnestly, Xiao Luo played along with Yi Fengchu’s teasing, replying respectfully, "It is their honor to entertain You."

Yi Fengchu paused slightly, thinking: *Senior is really growing into the composed, dutiful demeanor of a seasoned believer or church official...*

The tall, moonlit figure, light as a wraith, floated up the stairs and soon stopped before the door of Unit 401.

Before it could act, Xiao Luo had already stepped forward and knocked on the door for it.

The motion was seamless, never stepping beyond Yi Fengchu’s position, remaining respectfully in tow.

Her skill so polished that, had the Fate Church existed, she could have started working on the spot.

As the door swung open, Yi Fengchu pondered this.

...

Behind the door, "Mom" remained frozen, her expression twisted with confusion.

Through eyes stitched shut like dark centipedes, her gaze fixed on the unfamiliar silver-white figure before her, a growing sense of unease and threat gnawing at her.

Instinctively, she took a step back, an inexplicable urge to slam the door surging within her.

Her "husband"—had he *always* looked like this?

She struggled to recall, but her memories were veiled in fog, indistinct.

As the haze lifted, the image in her mind was effortlessly overwritten, as if the figures in an old picture book had been erased and replaced.

Yes, that’s right...

Her "husband" *had* always looked like this.

But then why, just a moment ago, had he seemed so utterly alien?

Reason and instinct instantly clashed in "Mother's" mind.

Though it could find no fault in its memories, it was after all a monster born from a copy.

—And what monsters trust most is their own intuition.

So even though every past memory told it that the figure before it was indeed its coexisting "husband," it still clenched the doorknob tightly, wanting to immediately shut the door and keep the threatening presence outside.

Yi Fengchu quirked his lips and took a step forward.

"Darling..."

He acted like a gentle, easygoing husband as he spoke, "Won’t you let me and the child come in and sit down?"

His tone remained soft, but one hand had already pressed against the doorframe, blocking "Mother's" subconscious attempt to close the door, his posture exuding an uncompromising dominance.

It seemed his gentleness was merely a matter of personal habit and courtesy, not genuine consideration for others' feelings.

Hearing that overly intimate address, "Mother" inexplicably felt a chill run down its spine, its body trembling with fear.

It couldn’t shake the feeling that his words were like a soft yet deadly snake, slowly slithering up its spine until it coiled around its neck, squeezing so tightly it could no longer breathe, until it lost consciousness...

While it stood frozen in place, Yi Fengchu had already stepped naturally through the door, with Xiao Luo following closely behind like an obedient little follower.

He settled comfortably on the sofa, while "Mother" stood stiffly by the door, shrinking its neck slightly, looking fearful and uneasy.

Had Xiao Luo not known the truth, she would have mistaken "Mother" for an anxious outsider, while the incarnation before her was the true master of the household.

Xiao Luo had no desire to linger in the tense atmosphere of the living room, nor did she want to involve herself—the weakest presence there—in the conflict between a monster and a divine incarnation.

So she quickly made up an excuse and slipped into her room: "I-I’ll go do my homework now."

With that, only Yi Fengchu and "Mother" remained in the living room, facing each other.

"Mother" didn’t understand why it was so afraid. All it knew was that from the moment its "husband" stepped inside, its body hadn't stopped trembling.

Like a lamb blindfolded and led to the slaughterhouse...

Even before the cold steel had truly descended, the lamb’s legs had already given way, trembling uncontrollably.

The unknown terror seemed to have thrown "Mother's" heart into searing oil, searing and tormenting it until it grew increasingly restless.

But of course, it didn’t dare show its distress in front of Yi Fengchu. Instead, it desperately threw itself into chores to distract its mind.

So Yi Fengchu sat on the sofa, watching as it diligently bent over and wiped the coffee table in front of him three or four times, scrubbing the glass spotless.

The floor was mopped twice over until it was completely dust-free, and then it freshly ground him a steaming cup of coffee, brewed a pot of tea, poured a glass of hot water...

Clearly, it wasn’t sure which drink Yi Fengchu would prefer, so it simply prepared everything and laid them all out for him.

Yi Fengchu: "..."

Was all this really necessary? Did he seem that picky, that terrifying?

It was almost too much for Yi Fengchu to watch—especially since "Mother" kept flitting about in his periphery, making him growing impatient.

So the silver-white figure nodded at "Mother" and said, "If there’s nothing else, you can sit down."

"M-Me?"

"Mother" looked taken aback, but it didn’t dare approach Yi Fengchu, shaking its head quickly. "You sit, I’ll go clean the bedroom..."

Watching its hurried retreat into the bedroom, Yi Fengchu couldn’t help but marvel.

Even with his own cleanliness obsession and mild obsessive-compulsive tendencies—his utter disdain for filth and disorder—he had to admit this monster was excessively diligent, far too meticulous.

Pity, really.

This was a follower of the Father of Nightmares, one who had even dared to voice rebellious ideas in his presence... Otherwise, he might have considered sparing it.