"haaaa...." Veren closed his eyes tight. The information pertaining to the basics flowed non-stop into his head.
Turning to look out of the window, Veren found it to be still early in the morning.
'Jecren had taken around a day to come out of there...did he touch the flames of suspension by any chance?' Veren thought of the possibilities.
Getting up slowly, he dived into the bed. His mind was strangely tired by experiencing many things in the inheritance ground.
"Veltus....the god of time might have been killed by the celestials....his death was a mystery in the novel, now I can somewhat predict what might have happened...."
Leaving everything aside, Veren was sure of one thing.
'I will never sacrifice myself.' He could confidently say to himself.
The current era needs another god of neutrality? It didn't matter.
It didn't need one in the novel to save the world. The protagonist was more than enough to deal with them.
