To any human from the Modern Era, the Storyteller's appearance was incredibly vague.
His clothes offered no clue as to his origin or purpose, and his presence was so faint it bordered on nonexistence.
If memory served, this was the Gift unique to those born in the Dystopia: No-Form, the inability to become anyone.
Those who inherited this Gift would find their spiritual essence slowly draining away, their life force fading until they ceased to exist.
Canary, also from the Dystopia, had the same Gift, but her spiritual reserves were ample enough that she didn't have to worry about it for the time being.
The Storyteller, however, was in a more precarious state—though it was possible this was intentional.
After all, he had looked like he might vanish at any moment for the past few thousand years.
Hearing Su Mo's words, the Storyteller, who was seeing this hero who had vanquished the Asura King and defeated Michael for the first time, was too stunned to be excited.
The stuff? What stuff?
For the first time, this man of peerless intellect found himself utterly unable to guess his opponent's thoughts.
"If you're referring to Her Highness Lamia, she is not here. If you're referring to the evidence of the Demon Lord Alliance's crimes, then those pinned to the wall and I are all here."
These were the only things he could think of that Su Mo might know about and desire.
However—
"No. I'm talking about the Gift the Church gave you," Su Mo said, shaking his head. "Don't tell me you don't have it."
"The Gift the Church gave me?"
At this, the Storyteller's eyes widened.
He never imagined Su Mo would know about this.
It was a top-level secret even within the Church, and he hadn't mentioned it at all in his letter.
It wasn't that he was trying to hide it, but rather that he didn't think it would be of any use.
After all, something like a Prototype Star Creator was nearly impossible to use without the rank of a chief god or the potential of a creation-level pantheon.
And the Prototype Star Creator Su Mo was referring to was particularly special.
It was unusable without a few specific divine natures.
It could not be brought to its full potential without a single, specific divine nature.
But then he recalled the intelligence that Su Mo had borrowed Indra's divine nature. If he was asking about it right from the start, could that mean—
"You can use that power?" the Storyteller asked, shaken.
"Naturally," Su Mo nodded.
No myth-restricted Gift was an obstacle for him.
As the embodiment of Mythological History itself, he could ignore any and all prerequisites.
Hearing this, the Storyteller didn't press for details and immediately pointed to the archangel in the distance.
"Gabriel has it! She confiscated it!"
Since they were planning to purge the Demon Lord Alliance anyway, they naturally wouldn't leave such a powerful Gift in the Storyteller's hands.
Thus, hoping to obtain the Prototype Star Creator right away and ascend to the Full-Authority Domain was a bit too optimistic.
But even so, it wasn't a major problem for Su Mo.
"So, all I have to do is get rid of these angels?"
Facing millions of angels and dozens of three-digit archangels, he took a relaxed step forward.
One man, standing against almost the entire Church pantheon.
"Heretic! You've finally come!"
Seeing Su Mo appear, Gabriel, who was hiding behind Michael, wore an ecstatic expression.
She shot the Storyteller an approving look. She hadn't expected this piece of trash to actually be useful and reel in such a big fish.
Before, when facing Su Mo alone, she had been meek and timid, not daring to say a word, even dragging Michael away in a hasty retreat.
But now, surrounded by three-digit archangels and with twice the number of light legions as before, Gabriel's courage had returned. She even dared to verbally confront Su Mo.
"Heretic?"
Su Mo raised a hand slightly, his eyes reflecting the millions of angels as a golden longsword slowly materialized before him.
"Compared to me, aren't you the ones who harbor Demon Lords the true heretics, unacceptable to Little Garden?"
"Hah! A heretic who twists black and white dares to collude with the Demon Lord Alliance and cause a disturbance in our sacred ground. Even if you don't bear the mark of a Demon Lord, I will, in the name of the Son of God and the Divine Army, apprehend you!"
Faced with Su Mo's retort, Gabriel shamelessly pinned the blame for the Demon Lord Alliance on him.
The very Demon Lord Alliance the Church had cultivated was now supposedly Su Mo's accomplice.
"A pointless argument."
Su Mo was not surprised by the Church's shamelessness, only slightly bored.
Twisting the truth was a valid tactic, but it was generally only effective when one had the upper hand.
Only the victor had the right to make excuses.
No matter how much the loser talks, it's just excuses.
"Indeed, a pointless argument!" Gabriel sneered, her confidence soaring as she looked at the immense power surrounding her—enough to rule all of Little Garden.
"Today, with my army of two million angels and the leadership of the seven angels before the throne, we shall display the glory of the Son of God and execute you, a heretic who colludes with Demon Lords, as a warning to all!"
Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Metatron, Sariel, and Remiel—the seven great archangels had already gripped their weapons, their full spiritual essences activated.
Combined with the other archangels, dozens of beings in the Almighty Domain, and the spiritual essences of millions of innate gods and buddhas, the immense power caused the entirety of Little Garden to tremble, a profound demonstration of the might of heaven.
Forget a three-digit or a special-rank three-digit being.
Faced with the combined might of almost an entire pantheon, even someone in the Full-Authority Domain might have to weigh their options carefully.
Faced with this terrifying display of power, even the lawless three-digit Demon Lords couldn't help but show looks of despair.
Su Mo's arrival had given them hope.
But no one could have predicted the Church's terrifying resolve, their horrifying lineup, and their murderous intent.
A force capable of overturning Little Garden was being used against a single person.
It wasn't just the Demon Lords present; even the other pantheons, who had sensed the disturbance and were secretly observing, couldn't help but murmur amongst themselves.
What great crime had he committed to warrant such a response?
Even Michael himself was feeling a little uneasy.
With a lineup of this caliber, and his master not letting him switch sides, what was he planning?
Even the Storyteller, who was usually indifferent to life and death, couldn't help but be caught up in the fervor of the scene.
"To die under an offensive of this scale is a dream ending for a Demon Lord! This will surely leave a mark on the history of Little Garden!"
After a moment of admiration, he came to his senses and looked at Su Mo. "Can you win?" he asked.
If the Prototype Star Creator were already in Su Mo's hands, he wouldn't be worried; there would at least be a glimmer of hope.
But as it was, Su Mo had nothing. To get the Prototype Star Creator, he had to defeat an army of two million angels and multiple beings in the Almighty Domain.
Was victory even possible in this situation?
Su Mo didn't answer the Storyteller.
He simply raised his head and, with an incredibly calm expression, looked at the pantheon surrounding him.
An enemy to the world... this must be what it felt like.
But he felt no particular emotion, no sense of being in a desperate situation.
Because—
"Is this all you have?" he asked the Church pantheon before him.
"Dozens in the Almighty Domain and an army of over two million angels... is this what you're counting on for your victory?"
This motley crew of small fry could be considered a desperate situation?
Hearing the obvious disdain in his tone, Gabriel sneered, thinking he was just bluffing.
"To execute a heretic like you, this lineup is more than enough!"
What more do you want? Do you think you're worthy of the Son of God's personal attention?
"Foolish."
At this response, Su Mo silently shook his head and raised the Sword of Victory.
"Execution is not something you should speak of beforehand. It should be spoken of after the fact."
"Speaking of it beforehand is just a threat; it only reveals your weakness. Speaking of it afterward is a deterrent. For example... now."
The moment his words fell, the light of the golden sword flashed across the land and reflected in the sky.
Wherever the light of the sword shone, the angelic legions fell like harvested wheat, collapsing to the ground in swathes.
The five Legions of Light, an army two million strong, fell before the brilliance of this sword without any ability to resist, completely incapacitated.
And then, the light continued to spread, reaching for the archangels themselves.