Multiverse's Holy Right

In Jerusalem, Roy and Roman walked leisurely through the streets. Today was the seventh day—the Sabbath, God's day of rest.

"This is the Wailing Wall. The temple you built was the First Temple of the Jewish kingdom, while this section is part of the retaining wall of the Second Temple of ancient Judea, the only remaining ruins of that structure. Judaism has always regarded this wall as its holiest site. For thousands of years, Jews returning to the holy city of Jerusalem from diaspora communities around the world would come to this stone wall to pray quietly and lament their exile, hence its name—the Wailing Wall."

Roy brought Roman to Jerusalem's famous Wailing Wall, surrounded by many tourists and devout Jews who had once been scattered across the globe, now praying here with reverence.

Jerusalem is truly a miraculous city. Within its bounds stands the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, where Christianity believes the tomb of Jesus lies; one of the oldest mosques in Islam, the Dome of the Rock; and Judaism's sacred Wailing Wall. This city carries the glory of the entire Abrahamic tradition and has been fiercely contested by these faiths throughout history.

The radiance of God—the land of Canaan lives up to its name.

The two wore small paper caps, a local custom for both residents and visitors to the Wailing Wall, which Roy had no intention of disregarding.

"This place truly carries the weight of human history, the foundation of human order. The Age of Gods had to end eventually—humans and deities must remain distinctly separate."

Though King Solomon had become Roman and gained humanity, it didn't mean he had abandoned Solomon's power and memories. Facing these ancient human ruins, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He was the "Agent of the Gods," the final link between deities and mankind. After his death, divine principles gradually faded from the world, allowing human order to finally flourish.

"But the First Temple you built has completely vanished into history. Though I excavated some ruins in the Moriah mountains, they can hardly be called remnants. King Solomon, the third and greatest ruler of ancient Judea, left behind astonishingly few records from his era—so few that some doubt his very existence. What are your thoughts on this, Roman?"

Standing by the Wailing Wall, Roy casually conversed with the wise king as if he had traversed time itself to bring ancient miracles back to life.

"As Roman, I suppose I'd feel some regret—those were precious artifacts and connections between gods and men. But as King Solomon, it was a necessary mission. That era contained too many divine relics, things human order didn't need. Solomon actively destroyed them to prevent their continuation."

Roman raised an innocent smile, scratching the back of his head with eyes shyly crinkled, laughing like an awkward boy next door.

Roy pondered and said, "...So in his later years, Solomon sacrificed to numerous deities—actually eliminating remnants of the Age of Gods to clear the way for humanity's era? Perhaps Emperor Qin Shi Huang was doing the same when he burned mystical relics, ushering in human order to replace divine principles."

Therefore, it was impossible that King Solomon, who had established the most prosperous dynasty of Israel, left behind so few documents and relics. The reason was that King Solomon himself actively destroyed and erased traces of his existence. His very being was the last connection between man and god, the final legacy left by the divine—and it was precisely what he sought to eliminate.

At this moment, Roy suddenly understood. Perhaps King Solomon's ultimate goal was to make himself disappear completely, leaving not a single trace behind.

Before the Western Wall, some faced the stones, lamenting sorrowfully; others bowed deeply in prayer; some held Bibles, silently reciting scriptures; others kissed the wall; still more slipped white notes into its crevices.

Seeing the notes, Roman asked curiously, "...What are they doing?"

"The believers here think that if they write their innermost thoughts on these notes and tuck them into the Western Wall, it's like sending a letter to God—one He will surely receive," Roy explained.

Roman's interest was piqued. He borrowed paper and a pen, wrote something in ancient Hebrew, then carefully folded the note and slipped it into a crevice.

After finishing, he smiled brightly. "...This way, the Lord will know what I wanted to say to Him."

"What did you write?" Roy asked, intrigued.

"That's a secret!" This time, Roman unusually refused to answer.

Roy simply chuckled, not pressing further. If he pried, Roman might get upset—though even if he did, a strawberry cake would quickly earn forgiveness.

Before the Western Wall, there was sorrow, but also joy and happiness. Jewish boys celebrated their bar mitzvahs here, surrounded by family, laughter, and blessings as they came of age. Even the ancient King Solomon bestowed his blessings upon the descendants of his people.

The two left the Western Wall behind, walking through the weathered streets of the old city.

"At first, I was wary and suspicious of you," Roy admitted. He wasn't wearing his cardinal's robes today—too conspicuous—and instead had one hand in his pocket as he spoke casually with Roman, as if this were no final rest for a Campione and a Heretic God. "Even though you seemed harmless those first few days, I could tell you never truly opened your heart. Your interactions were only surface-level, never genuine."

"But these last two days, I felt you finally let go—you truly embraced everything."

Roman scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "...I was afraid," he confessed with an awkward laugh. "Afraid of facing sorrow. I thought if I grew too close to you, only to part after seven days, it would hurt too much. So I kept running away... But in the end, I realized people should communicate with open hearts. Otherwise, you can never truly understand human emotions."

"...Humans are truly remarkable. Even knowing how sorrowful and painful it is, they still press on with tears in their eyes. But I feel fortunate, happy, because I've finally become human."

Roman expressed his gratitude with a smile.

After pausing briefly, his expression turned hesitant again, filled with fear and reluctance. "...Just seven days ago as King Solomon, I had resolved to depart on this day. But now that I've become human, I'm afraid—I don't want to die anymore. Am I a coward?"

"Indeed, you are a coward. But there's no need for guilt or self-reproach. Fear of death is human nature! So, coward, how about we check out that dessert shop over there? I'll treat you to one last cake."

Roy pointed with a smile toward a bustling dessert shop ahead. "...Though I doubt their sweets can compare to the hotel's—it's just a roadside stall after all."

"That's alright. As long as it's strawberry cake, I'll love it. I'm not picky."

Roman replied with a radiant smile, finally steeling his resolve in that moment.

Though it was sorrowful, terrifying—he had to do this.

Because Heretic Gods are calamities, destroyers of human order...

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