With the only two authorities in hand, Aiden stepped into the cage.

"Finally, we’re here, it’s absolutely exhilarating," the Goddess of Vengeance opened her arms joyfully beside him, "Well done, lad, if I had a body I’d really like to hug you and pat your head!"

"Enough of that, we need to hurry," said Aiden.

"Hmm?"

"Mr. Bloody Cloak’s memories have been reclaimed, ’she’ must have realized that the script she’s written has ended, and certainly will come to inspect it herself," Aiden said seriously, "We must prepare to receive our esteemed guest."

"That actually saves me the trouble, I would definitely need to find her once I’ve ascended," the Goddess of Vengeance smiled broadly, "Then let’s begin."

Aiden reached out his hand toward the wisp of divinity within the remnant soul, starting to extract the divinity and the divine speech, to transfer to the Goddess of Vengeance.

"Betrayal," "Revenge," "Sacrifice,"... The Goddess of Vengeance felt at this moment that all the powers, like puzzle pieces, were fitting into her gaps.

Each puzzle piece matched the gap so well, filling them without any space, as these powers originally split from her own being.

Then suddenly, Aiden felt his left hand empty, He looked at it and to his surprise saw the Blades of Vengeance piercing his palm and then, like a living snake, burrowed into his hand, disappearing without a trace, and throughout the process he didn’t feel the slightest pain.

Afterward, he suddenly felt an immense pressure swell from the depths of his consciousness—the soul of the Goddess of Vengeance.

"They’re back, all of them!" the Goddess of Vengeance’s voice exploded in her mind.

Almost at the same time, Aiden felt a concept naturally emerge in his mind: "Return" consciousness accomplished.

Aiden felt the summons from the Wordless Code on his right hand.

This call had no sound, but instead felt like a natural instinctual impulse, urging him strongly to merge with the sole authority.

The entity summoning him was the authority of "Order" itself; at this moment, Aiden had met all the conditions for ascension.

After a moment’s hesitation, Aiden obeyed the summons.

He had thought he would see the Wordless Code merge into his body, but contrary to his expectations, he felt suddenly sucked into the Wordless Code.

In reality, this was merely his subjective perception; to bystanders, the Wordless Code did indeed merge into his body.

Aiden’s consciousness entered a space, similar to when he was "exiled."

Within this space, he saw countless points and lines, neatly arranged, points fixed, countless parallel straight lines and an infinite number of parallel curves extending beyond his sight. Various two-dimensional and three-dimensional shapes, from simple squares and circles to symmetrical geometrical bodies so complex they were beyond description, studded the space like stars.

Looking around, Aiden saw numbers, saw text, saw absolutely smooth planes, saw complete puzzles without patterns, saw crowds walking in neat lines as if bound by invisible rules... he saw everything that made him feel the concept of "neatness," every aspect of this space was a projection of his inner self.

Such immense information flashed continuously in this space, yet it didn’t cause even a hint of chaos.

Aiden felt his consciousness spreading through this space, not diluting but expanding continually with the filling of a force—his consciousness was taking over this space, or rather, he was becoming one with this space that represented the concept of Order.

This sensation was so natural and delightful, with indescribable joy, as if he was born for this moment, and nothing in the mortal world could compare.

When Aiden came to, he felt as if he had been reborn.

"Did it work?"

He saw Qiqimora and others standing outside the "Punishment" cell, staring at him.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt dizzy.

The dizziness did not come from his body, but from his consciousness.

Memories that he had been struggling to suppress deep in his mind surged forth once again.

He remembered... he remembered many, many things.

Once more, he saw his own face in his memories, and that segment of memory replayed from this perspective—

Six years ago, at the base of the Blood Cloth Cult.

"Now, you must believe me," Aiden felt a voice from his throat, but it was a woman’s voice.

He recognized it as Melifilia’s voice.

"So, this cult worships a true deity," the Aiden before him said calmly, "Does that mean the cult’s human sacrifices are for worshiping you?"

"It’s just to provide me with a usable body," Melifilia replied.

"A real Evil God, huh? I wonder if catching a deity requires an extra warrant for arrest?" Aiden asked seriously.

Compared to his usual reflection in the mirror, this Aiden’s gaze was sharper, and his expression was stern, completely devoid of any humor.

This was the former owner of the body, the senior Heretic Inquisitor Aiden Galahad.

"I can feel that you genuinely want to catch me. There aren’t many mortals like you. You’ve piqued my interest a little," Melifilia’s voice had a hint of amusement, "But you should see the reality: the disparity in power between you and me, which you must have experienced firsthand."

"That may be, but I cannot easily give up my duty," Aiden replied, "This cult is on the purge list, and now that its followers are all dead, there’s still a ruling Evil God left."

"You should thank me for your success in suppressing this cult," Melifilia said.

"It’s evident... If you had intervened, I guess none of our team would have survived," Aiden agreed with a nod, "Why did you abandon your own followers?"

"Because in my script, they no longer held any value; it was time for them to exit the stage," Melifilia answered nonchalantly.

"Script?"

"I can see you’re interested in understanding it."

"Whether I’m interested or not, I need to understand—what exactly are you aiming for?" Aiden inquired.

"Just a little game I haven’t gotten tired of yet," Melifilia’s voice carried a touch of laziness, "I’m shaping interesting characters, arranging their destinies, and in the end, harvesting their lives... You seem to have a hard time understanding, let me put it more simply. I like to find interesting mortals, set up scripts and challenges for them, and when they die, I take their spirit, absorbing their memories. I replay their lives in my mind from their perspective. I call this game... role-playing."