Cold and sharp.

On his head rested a helmet forged from steel, and his eyes, shrouded in shadows, flickered with the brilliance of eternal daylight. His armor refracted dancing lightning, gleaming brilliantly in the darkness.

Then, a pair of light wings, like those of a giant bird, unfurled behind him, slicing through the curtain of rain with a metallic resonance.

Amidst the lightning, his figure in the night sky appeared all the more divine, aloof, and ruthless.

He looked down on the earth, like a monarch gazing over his realm.

In the slum, countless Light-Eating Bees raised their heads, feeding on the light streaming from that immense silhouette. But in the next moment, Zeus transformed into a beam of light and descended from the heavens, the world fell silent, and lost its color amid a deafening roar.

The video’s playback ended here.

Ji Minghuan and Sun Changkong stood frozen in place, while the Mentor quietly closed the tablet and turned to leave the confinement room. After a long while, the two children snapped back to reality.

"Is this... Zeus?" Ji Minghuan thought.

They turned their heads simultaneously, bumping into each other.

"What are you doing?"

"I should ask you that."

They looked at the back of the Mentor, who waved at them without looking back.

"Go have fun in the Paradise, they’re waiting for you." With that, the Mentor’s figure disappeared down the corridor.

"Zeus looks impressive, but I feel like he’s not as good as your Sun Wukong, big sister." Ji Minghuan said after a brief silence.

"Right, right?" Sun Changkong asked.

"Let’s go, stop overthinking, let’s go find them and play."

"Wait, I have a question for you."

"What’s the question?"

"Do you remember my birthday?" Sun Changkong suddenly asked.

"Of course I do."

"Then let me test you, when is my birthday?" Sun Changkong said, lowering her head suspiciously, "Don’t disappoint me."

"September..." Ji Minghuan paused deliberately, watching Sun Changkong’s slightly open mouth and nervous expression, he suddenly laughed, "September 5th, right?"

Sun Changkong was momentarily stunned, then nodded.

"How could I possibly forget, stop worrying." Ji Minghuan said, "Let’s go, we have to meet Xiao Ling and the others at Paradise." Just as he finished speaking, a mercury-colored veil shrouded the entire world.

It happened again!

Ji Minghuan’s face showed astonishment, then he lifted his head, staring blankly at the mercury-colored world.

The smile on the red-haired girl’s face suddenly froze, along with the swirling clouds in the sky, everything halted as though in a mute drama, evoking an urge to scream.

At this moment, a blurry silhouette appeared at the entrance to the confinement room, seemingly taller than Ji Minghuan, draped in a white cloak. His face was obscured beneath a tuft of messy hair, like a mosaic.

What on earth is that? Not only can it suspend time, but it shows up so brazenly under the Salvation Society’s nose? Ji Minghuan sat cross-legged on the bed, scrutinizing the silhouette at the entrance, dazed in thought.

"Who are you..."

Moments later, Ji Minghuan murmured cautiously, and a name suddenly exploded in his mind, he blurted out, "Prophet?"

The shadow, dragging a tattered white cloak, walked toward him step by step like a lonely ghost from a desert, each step laborious.

"In two days, I will come to see you... just wait a little longer, it’s almost over." The hoarse and indistinct words fell, "This time, it won’t... happen again."

After speaking, the figure abruptly disappeared, and the world regained its original colors, bathed in the cold hues of the lighting.

"What’s wrong, Ji Minghuan?" Sun Changkong asked worriedly, sitting on the Somersault Cloud, waving a hand in front of Ji Minghuan, who stood motionless, "Frightened by that Zeus guy, or do you have a fever?" She reached out, touching Ji Minghuan’s forehead, her palm met with coolness.

It took Ji Minghuan a while to recover, "I just suddenly thought of what to do for your birthday."

"Really?" Sun Changkong was taken aback.

"Of course." Ji Minghuan said, "Let’s go, let’s not waste time here."

With that, he absentmindedly rose from the chair, and Sun Changkong retracted the Somersault Cloud, following joyfully.

Ji Minghuan walked towards the exit of the confinement room, pondering, "Two days, is it? The Prophet will come for me in two days? Should I tell the Mentor about this or keep it Hidden?"

"Damn it... things are getting more and more off-track, let’s take it one step at a time." With this thought, he stepped out of the confinement room, barefoot, into the light of the corridor.