We evil gods must hide.

Chapter 47 Exhausting the Power of Dimensions

Lin Qi frowned slightly.

The Forgotten?

He couldn't understand.

But deep in his mind, a familiar stinging pain came, and countless fragmented black images flashed by, too fast to grasp, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.

The laughter of the God of Fairness continued, the divine light rapidly receded, and the descending will was actually retreating at a rapid pace.

"We'll meet again."

"interesting."

The moment the words left his lips, the god of fairness vanished.

Evan fell heavily to the ground like a rag doll and passed out completely.

He couldn't even understand why the god he worshipped, upon descending, would turn away laughing and leave him there like trash.

The main hall fell silent once again.

Beren stared in disbelief at the scene, his face drained of all color, and he even forgot to breathe.

What kind of person is this young man who can make a god laugh and turn away?

Lynch ignored Evan, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and Beren, who was slumped on the ground.

He walked slowly to the little black cat and squatted down.

The little black cat's golden vertical pupils were full of pleading. It weakly rubbed against his fingertips and let out a soft whimper.

The contract to share the origin of the plane had already been imprinted on his soul, following the distress signal he had just received.

Lynch's fingertips gently traced the wound on the little black cat's shoulder.

The essence of the plane flowed into his fingertips, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He raised his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through the entire plane, landing on Silverleaf Town, on the two great temples, and on everyone who had ever peered into this plane and into him.

He was fed up with the relentless pursuit, the constant surveillance, and the ever-present threat of exposure.

The best way to hide it is to make everyone forget about it.

Lin Qi slowly stood up.

He closed his eyes, and his soul completely merged with the origin of the plane.

The purple mist throughout the entire primordial plane surged wildly, sweeping across every inch of land like a tsunami. Countless fragments of memories converged on him along the plane's veins—Beren's obsession, Evan's scheming, the memories of the temple's elites, and all the fragments of Silverleaf Town's people about the dimensional rift, about the primordial gods, and about him.

He wanted to carry out the largest-ever memory stripping.

It's not about erasing a few people's memories, but about completely wiping out the consciousness of everyone involved in this matter, everyone who has ever peered into this dimension.

"No... what are you going to do?!"

Beren looked at the swirling purple mist in the hall and at the increasingly terrifying aura surrounding Lin Qi. Finally, she realized what was happening and let out a terrified scream.

He could feel that all his memories of the original plane, the divine descent, and the little black cat were rapidly dissipating. No matter how hard he tried to hold on, they were like sand slipping through his fingers.

Lynch ignored him.

His consciousness extended along the dimensional portal to Silverleaf Town.

The memories of the guards of the Temple of Order, the priests of the Temple of Justice, the surviving townspeople, the members of the Adventurers' Guild, the half-elf Yata, his own teammates, and everyone who had seen the rift and heard the strange noises, were being silently stripped away, crushed, and wiped clean.

The purple mist is being consumed rapidly.

The very essence of the planes is being drained at an alarming rate.

This plane, which gave birth to primordial gods, had all its power used by Lynch to drive this memory stripping that spanned two spaces.

The purple mist in the main hall grew thinner and thinner, the outline of the temple began to become transparent, the runes on the mountain wall faded rapidly, and the entire plane gradually fell into silence as its origin was lost.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qi slowly opened his eyes.

The purple mist in the main hall has completely dissipated.

The sky outside the window was no longer dark purple, but a hazy gray. The demonic vegetation began to wither, and the roars of the monsters in the distance completely disappeared. The entire plane fell into a deathly silence.

The very essence of the plane has been completely drained.

Beren lay on the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself. He had forgotten why he was there, forgotten the primordial gods, forgotten the divine descent technique, and even forgotten who he was.

When Evan, who was in a coma, woke up, he would only remember that he was ordered to Silverleaf Town to restore order; he would forget everything else.

In Silverleaf Town, all memories of dimensional rifts and primordial gods have vanished.

All that everyone remembers is that a monster riot swept through the town, and the two temples joined forces to quell the disaster; the rest is a blank.

Lin Qi slowly squatted down.

The little black cat on the ground emanated a faint golden light.

The moment the plane's origin was drained, the shared contract it signed with Lin Qi completely bound their souls together. It was no longer the original deity of this plane; it became Lin Qi's companion deity, their souls utterly intertwined, sharing both glory and ruin.

The little black cat rubbed against Lin Qi's fingertips, its golden vertical pupils filled with dependence, then slowly closed its eyes, curled up into a ball, and fell into a short sleep.

Its divine essence has merged with Lynch's soul, and it will only awaken again when Lynch's power grows to a certain level.

Lin Qi carefully tucked the sleeping little black cat into his arms.

He looked up and gazed at the entrance of the main hall.

There, a spatial rift was slowly forming, and the passage to Silverleaf Town was rapidly closing as the plane fell silent.

He walked slowly toward the crack.

Behind them lay the utterly silent primordial plane, the erased memories, and the severed pursuit.

Before him lay the peaceful Silverleaf Town, a past unknown to anyone, and an unknown future belonging to the forgotten evil god, a future no one could understand.

Without pausing for a moment, he stepped into the crevice.

The dark purple light slowly closed behind him, completely separating the two worlds.

...

Autumn has arrived in Silverleaf Town.

There is a special plant in the Misty Forest that only releases spores in autumn.

The wind swirled these white little creatures across the cobblestone street, making the wooden signs of the beer shops on the sidewalks hard to read. The aroma of toasted bread wafted through the air as passersby held it, but none dared to take a bite, for fear of swallowing these little guys whole.

But the streets were bustling with activity, and the adventurers' shouts and curses made it impossible to tell that this small town had suffered a calamity.

At the town gate, a group of four returned from the forest.

It was the Goblin Grey Substitute Team.

Lin Qi walked at the very edge of the group, his black hood covering his eyebrows and eyes, attracting no one's attention.

Old Cole, carrying a gleaming longbow on his back, had prominent wrinkles around his eyes, but it was clear he was in a good mood. He smiled and chatted with Lynch, "This time, the goblin lairs on the West Slope have been cleared out so much that you can't see a single goblin left. Old John should get a few more silver coins in commission this time."

Lin Qi smiled slightly, nodded in agreement, and then glanced at Ella in the middle of the group.

The girl was still wearing that faded light gray mage robe, her steps were light, and a faint smile was on her lips. In her arms, she was holding a small black cat with a crescent moon on its head.

It was the very deity that had made a contract with Lin Qi.

The little guy was clearly still sleeping; its golden vertical pupils were tightly closed, and only the occasional twitching of its ear tips proved that it was still awake.

Ever since Lynch told Ella he had a cat, she's been absolutely thrilled with it.

For months, she would always snatch the little black cat from Lin Qi's head, line its nest with the softest velvet, save money to buy warm animal milk, and treat this primordial deity who once ruled an entire plane as the most pampered kitten in the team.

Neil, at the back of the line, remained silent, clutching a bulging bag of herbs.

Unlike before, their names are now known to everyone in the lower-level adventurer circles of Silverleaf Town.

Although they are not very strong, they are reliable and trustworthy. They specialize in clearing goblin lairs, charge fair prices, and are reliable. Even farmers and hunters in the surrounding villages are willing to ask them to help clear out troublesome low-level monsters.

The magic concentration in this world is ridiculously high, low-level monsters are more rampant than weeds in the ground, and there are so many quests that it's impossible to keep up.

I passed by the entrance of a beer shop on the street.

Two elderly townspeople, each with a pipe in their mouth, were chatting idly when their voices drifted into Lin Qi's ears.

"Speaking of which, the incident in the Misty Forest a few months ago still makes my legs weak when I think about it."

"That's right! That terrifying dragon, skilled at creating illusions, blots out the sky. I heard it trapped several adventurer teams to death in its illusions, leaving not even bones behind."

"It's all thanks to the combined efforts of the lords of the Temple of Order and the Temple of Justice that we were able to drive that evil dragon back into the depths of the Misty Forest. Otherwise, our Silverleaf Town would probably have been razed to the ground."

The old man smacked his cigarette.

"It's really strange. How come I've never seen what that giant dragon looked like? I have absolutely no recollection of it."

"Hey, who cares? Anyway, the dragon's been driven away, so we can just live our lives in peace."

Lin Qi paused for a moment, a smile flashing across his eyes.

He carried out the memory stripping that spanned two spaces a few months ago very thoroughly.

In Silverleaf Town, no one remembers the rift in the original plane, no one remembers the little black cat, the god, and no one remembers what Lin Qi did in the town. All that remains in everyone's memory is the illusion disaster caused by an evil dragon and the "achievement" of the two temples joining forces to quell the chaos.

Suddenly, the soft, resentful voice of the little black cat echoed in my mind.

"Scumbag!"