When Aiven awoke again, he found himself back in the luxurious bedroom at White Swan Castle.

Behind the violet silk curtains, the dawn had yet to rise on the horizon, with only a patch of mottled stars faintly visible in the night.

The spontaneous cross-boundary trip didn't place any burden on him, a "divine creature."

"Hmm..."

Beside him, a cascade of jet-black hair spread across the white pillow, cradling the sleeping beauty, Miss Olivia, in his arms.

Aiven couldn't help but smile; in his eyes, his wife's beauty was not the least inferior to that of a goddess.

Studying the girl's extraordinarily beautiful sleeping face, Aiven's heart, initially agitated by the celestial trip and the goddess's promise, gradually calmed down.

But his gaze became increasingly resolute:

'Oh, goddess, although indeed you are magnanimous, the foundation of this duchy wasn't hard to leave behind, just for this woman, I couldn't possibly be a deserter!'

From Hekater's perspective, She believed she had offered Aiven the best choice.

The Evil Gods are keenly aware of the value of a hundred-percent survival ticket through the catastrophe.

But Aiven was far more greedy!

Except for Uncle Gel, Aunt Daphne's limited potential, as the goddess said, couldn't withstand the erosion of endless time, lacking the qualification to confront the future "Era Catastrophe."

Father-in-law, mother-in-law, an entire "Life Tree School," friends, subordinates... etc., regardless of their chances to ascend, seemed doomed without hope.

Yet among the closest family members, neither Olivia, nor my sister, nor Angie are entirely without a chance to achieve immortality.

Abandoning them when "Era Ending" arrives, to be embraced solely by the goddess's broad and warm arms?

I... I can't do that!

Gradually, perhaps due to the intense gaze on the girl, Miss Olivia's long eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, radiant like the galaxy.

Tilting her head curiously to glance at Aiven, like a little pig she snuggled closer into his embrace, her voice still drowsy:

"Hey, why are you awake so early? What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Aiven gently stroked her smooth and fair back.

Though he had some ideas already, before finding a real solution, he wasn't prepared to bring up this challenge that even a True God finds daunting, burdening Miss Olivia unnecessarily.

But unexpectedly, the girl seems to have clearly misunderstood.

Her body slightly slid down under the thin blanket; delicate and fair arms hugged Aiven's waist, pressing a smooth cheek against his perfect eight-pack abs, slightly remorseful:

"You're thinking about a baby, right? I know.

It's been almost ten years. It's all my fault for not working hard in those years; if only we had a baby when we were first together at 17.

I dragged it on till now; even the probability of two upper-rank wizards having offspring is low, now you've achieved immortality, it's even harder..."

In Miss Olivia, the Marquis daughter's view, for any noble household, the issue of heirs is crucial, not to mention for a gigantic entity like the Galliot Duchy.

A successor that followers can rally around is an essential part of ensuring continued rule.

Although with Aiven being an immortal existence, it's not an urgent issue, the pressure in Miss Olivia's heart remains considerable.

Having a child for Aiven is one of her sacred duties as a Duchess.

"17, seriously..."

Hearing the bold words from Miss Olivia, Aiven was amused and helpless, quickly rising to embrace the smooth-bodied girl, stopping her from overthinking:

"Hesi, I..."

Unexpectedly, Miss Olivia activated the [Light Spirit Circuit], pushing him back onto the bed, teasingly blinking her beautiful eyes from above:

"But, it's okay. Didn't you say before, as long as you keep trying, the iron pestle... Overall, I'll work hard."

"Wait, that's how you use the phrase?"

Aiven couldn't help but lightly scrape the tip of the cute girl's nose.

"Little Hesi, you've changed, the playful train, but I like it, hehe..."

Dissatisfied with Aiven jesting about such a serious matter, Miss Olivia parted her pink cherry lips, her small white teeth lightly biting his chest:

"Tsk, lay still, the carriage doors are locked, Conductor Miss Olivia sets the train off!"

After some playful shenanigans, Aiven leisurely rested on his arms, watching Miss Olivia "really putting effort," his heart soft and filled with determination:

"Olivia, along with those predicted to have extraordinary spiritual talent, destined to be among the 'Era Catastrophe' cleansing in many years...

Even if I hide from the great calamity, ending up alone, wouldn't that be too sad?

Most live not for themselves, but for responsibility!"

Without almost any hesitation.

Aiven had already ruled out the option of lying down and clinging to the Goddess's smooth thighs until the end of the Era. Instead, he decided to give it a try in his own way.

No matter whether they can reach that final step, Aiven hopes to find a way out for those he cherishes in the future.

And this matter is not without clues: didn't the Era Relic, the obsidian stele, mention choices?

"Vitality... choices... World's End... Behind the Door... Möbius Ring... **... Catrio's Wheel... time... space... matter..." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Although the Goddess did not explicitly state some things, or even a True God might not know the details, Aiven had already gained a further understanding of the world behind the door that the Demigods venture into from the Era Relic of the Muriyan Civilization.

At least, it should be a place like a refuge.

Although no one knows what the Demigods experienced there, at least in this Era, Aiven had never heard of any deity emerging from behind the door.

Everything needed him to find the answers himself.

Setting two mid-term goals:

Explore the world behind the door, and possibly find the Möbius Ring hidden there; explore the space tightly sealed by the Purifiers, and possibly find Catrio's Wheel hidden there.

Learn from the wisdom of ancestors crossing the river by feeling for eagle sauce, and also try crossing the river by feeling for those Evil Gods.

Considering the various anomalies of the Evil Gods under the God of Black Wings, it is not difficult to judge that they likely obtained information unknown to other True Gods through some channel.

There is a high probability that it is a new "Crossing the Tribulation" method that the Goddess keeps mentioning as constantly progressing.

Maybe it comes from those Fourth Era Ancient Gods who already had some experience, or perhaps from their exploration of ancient relics, or simply from the mysterious Spirit Realm itself...

But since it could allow a group of Demigods to set aside their prejudices, it certainly also means huge benefits!

This method, which allows a large group of Demigods to survive, might also be expanded to give others a ride.

Previously.

Their own side of the Goddess should have started preparing for the Era Catastrophe long ago.

Including the transition from the Queen Goddess to the Queen and Goddess of Navigation; supporting the Steam Industrial Revolution; challenging Hilus, the former Sea Hegemon...

Although it strongly promoted the world's trends, the Goddess obviously did not have much confidence in the power returned from the world, worrying not about scarcity but about inequality, hence not absorbing too many angels for shared destiny.

Even Watt and the Black Sea Goddess of Tier 5 are only in an alliance relationship.

Causing the battle strength of the Humanized Gods on the surface to seem unbalanced.

But according to the Goddess's statement, there are neutral Natural Deities in the Material World, even at the end of the Era, the game rules should not completely collapse.

Their greatest duty is to stabilize the world, which is also the key to surviving the Era Catastrophe.

The side of the God of Black Wings certainly attracted a large number of Ancient Gods and Evil Gods to join, but the Divine Position inherently meant they were born for destruction and tumult, deeply wary of all True Gods.

No matter what their ultimate schemes are, at least there is no worry that the Evil Gods will organize to directly overturn the table.

Because not only does the Goddess not allow it, but neither do the other five True Gods: "Dawn," "Eternal Flame," "Brilliant Starry Night," "Frost Breath," and "Howling Storm" allow it!

And if these Evil Gods simply continue to honestly dedicate themselves to advancing the trends, none of the True Gods would interfere with them.

During this process, it gave Aiven the opportunity to get involved.

Moreover...

"Within the Era, there are many small trends, 'thought liberation, Enlightenment,' 'Age of Navigation,' 'Steam Industrial Revolution,' 'Capital Tide'...

And the whole world's process also has a traceable pattern, the 'Electric Revolution' that I and Olivia engage in must also be a major trend."

Because every time an Era changes, it will eliminate the batch with the strongest Spiritual talents, the remaining people's Spiritual talents naturally become duller.

This is an "evolution" through "natural selection," representing the world's own choice and its future development direction.

In the future, the quantity and variety of the Extrasordinaries in this world will inevitably become fewer, gradually turning to pursue eternal and unchanging physical rules so that the vast majority of ordinary people can also participate in the process of human civilization.

When it comes to grasping the momentum of technology, Aiven believes he is second to none.

Thinking of this, the "Adventurer's Blood" in Aiven's bones gradually begins to boil again.

"Obviously, now every high-ranking existence has its own plan, but who can guarantee that their way is necessarily the best choice? Let's let yourself loose and play well."

However.

This time, Olivia, ashamed to learn, her "efforts" were evidently a bit overdone.

By the time Aiven dressed her up softly and carried her to have breakfast, the sun was already high.

Fortunately, after the administrative reform, they didn't need to bother with trivial matters.

Only Midorra, dressed in a light goose yellow long dress, lightly laughed and approached them:

"Teacher, Madam, the Werewolf troops just reported.

In the six great districts of the Duchy, in the four uninhabited areas of 'Upper Itasca River Valley District,' 'Lower Itasca River Valley District,' 'Midwestern Great Plains Region,' and 'Elbert Mountain Range,' all the Spirit Ghosts have been completely cleared.

Our 'Western Expansion Plan' can be initiated!"