Supreme Harem God System - Chapter 2264: Do not blame Light.

Chapter 2264: Do not blame Light.

“He devoured Sanctum Aurelios.

He erased a High Level World as if it meant nothing.

He killed billions in a single moment.

And then he used your emotions as a weapon.”

Seraphielle declared, letting her words sink into people’s hearts.

“That is the type of being you are dealing with.

That is who the Anomaly is.”

Then, the Infinity of Light paused.

And those words…

They echoed inside people’s hearts. The Anomaly’s actions didn’t come without consequences; he had devoured literal worlds, he had killed countless beings, he had destroyed countless friendships permanently.

And many held that against him.

Many saw the Anomaly as the villain, as the man who ruined it all.

After all, he was the reason the Universe had become so unstable. He was the reason no world could live without Supreme Artifacts or relics that would protect it from the Universe’s anger.

Almost all middle, low, or lowest level worlds had faced severe damage because of the Universe’s trembling—and that trembling happened because of the Anomaly.

So when the Infinity of Light said that the Anomaly was the true enemy, there weren’t many voices against it.

In fact, most supported it, even after everything the Light and high-level Light Borns had done was right in front of people.

After all, those who suffered from Light’s actions had all either perished or were too insignificant to matter.

As for those who suffered from the Anomaly’s actions?

They were in the trillions.

And even those who thought of arguing, who thought of supporting the Anomaly and questioning Light—trying to hold them responsible, trying to… cling to what they had seen—

They too lowered their heads on their own because Seraphielle’s presence alone made it hard for them to hold onto their anger or their doubt.

It was like standing too close to a sun and trying to pretend it was cold.

Seraphielle’s holy charm, just through her voice alone, was simply too strong for these beings to resist.

And the Infinity of Light—

She continued.

“The Anomaly wanted you to think Light was the enemy.

He wanted you to forget what he is.”

Her voice then became slightly firmer and—

“But keep this in mind.

He is not a judge.

He is not a savior.

He is a thief who steals worlds.

A… hunger that learned how to speak.”

Seraphielle gave a description, painting the Anomaly’s image however she liked, and because of the strength and charm she held, people listened and people were influenced.

How could they not?

On one side, there was a being who had only caused destruction.

On the other side was the being who had kept the entire Universe together and stopped it from swallowing itself through endless wars.

The only being who had kept peace when the entire Universe longed for war.

The choice was obvious.

And the people chose.

And Seraphielle—

She knew it.

So she continued even further, fixing the narrative so it never changed again.

“You were shown recordings.

Not proof.”

She began.

“You were shown scenes.

Not context.

You were shown moments.

Not the whole of reality.”

Then, the Infinity of Light paused. Her always gentle, calm, and peaceful tone—like a gentle music to the ears—changed.

It became… colder.

Much colder.

“And now…

you talk as if you have the right to judge the force that kept this Universe standing for trillions of years.”

The people gulped.

Many trembled.

Even those who had never once lost their faith in Light reacted the same. As for those who had doubts, they felt a pressure far more dangerous and overwhelming than anything they had ever felt.

The worst part?

Seraphielle wasn’t even doing anything.

This was just their own minds freezing, unable to grasp how or what they were supposed to do.

And the ones who had it the worst were…

“There were… investigators.”

Seraphielle spoke, and those beings—even the ones who had hidden their identities well—trembled so strongly that their bodies collapsed.

“People who began investigating the Anomaly’s claims, people who… began investigating Light.”

Seraphielle said those words as if she couldn’t believe it herself, and this wasn’t even the end of her surprise.

“Some even say the investigations succeeded, that the records the Anomaly showed matched. And those words spread faster than flames; more and more of you began to spread them.

Trillions and trillions of years of protecting the entire Universe, and what Light got in return was people jumping on the ship and pointing fingers at it the moment they got the chance.”

Seraphielle’s voice grew heavier, and people bowed their heads, their guilt consuming them strongly—and Seraphielle’s next words only strengthened that guilt.

“I am disappointed.”

More people bowed; some directly kowtowed, hoping that the Infinity of Light would see and forgive them.

Seraphielle, on the other hand, continued—

“But for the first and last time in my long life,

I will explain myself,

I will explain Light’s side.

And I will tell you what those ’successes’ truly were.”

After a small pause, where most people leaned in, Seraphielle clarified everything.

“They were the cases where the culprits had already been judged by Light.”

People blinked.

A strange sense of relief took over them.

Light was not cruel.

Light had already dealt with it.

Of course, not all thought the same—some found it oddly convenient, some thought it was an excuse—

But the Infinity of Light did not care.

“You ’found’ what we already burned,”

She continued speaking.

“You ’confirmed’ what we already corrected.

You saw rot that had already been cut away.

And you called it discovery.”

Her tone then turned even sharper.

“But tell me this:

Where are these investigators who came forward and investigated Light?”

At that question, the Universe stayed silent.

After all, no one had the answer.

This was one of the most strongly discussed topics—the identity of the investigators.

Because almost all investigators did not show their faces. No one knew who they were, where they lived, or the world they belonged to—

Nothing.

It was all in the dark, as if they were hiding.

“They hid,”

Seraphielle said just that.

“They spread poison and then ran from the Light.

Why do you think that is?”

She asked, and in the next beat, she answered—

“Because they served the Anomaly.”

Once again, silence spread throughout the Universe. The moment those words were spoken, people felt their hearts squeeze.

The possibility of being surrounded, led, and fooled by the Anomaly’s men was… terrifying.

And because of that, some wanted to protest, to deny Seraphielle’s words, but again—her charm and holiness made it impossible.

Her voice made suspicion feel natural, and her next words strengthened it even further.

“Do you think it is a coincidence that these recordings appeared everywhere at once?

Do you think it is a coincidence that the ones who ’investigated’ are now shadows?

This was not revelation.

This was an operation.”

She declared.

“This… was war.”

She raised her voice, making sure the entire Universe listened.

“This was not about the truth.

This was about division.

The Anomaly wanted you to turn on each other.

He wanted you to look at your neighbor and wonder if they were hiding something.

He wanted you to look at the temples and feel disgust.

He wanted you to weaken—so he could devour you more easily.

He did not spread those recordings because he cared about victims.

He spread them because he enjoyed watching you break, watching you panic and point fingers at the very force that stands together with you.”

Then finally, Seraphielle’s cold tone warmed slightly, almost in a… comforting manner.

“But I will not allow it.

I believe in my people.

I believe in my Light-born.

I believe in the ones who have carried my banner across the ages.

And I still do.

Because Light was never built on your gossip.”

Light was built on Order.

Light was built on Law.

Light was built on Protection.”

Seraphielle then paused, letting her words sink in, showing that Light did not need people to be strong.

It was the other way around.

“Worlds stand because Light protected them.

Routes stayed open because Light kept predators away.

Civilizations survived because Light punished what would have eaten them.

And you grew comfortable.”

Once again, the Infinity of Light’s voice turned colder.

“So comfortable… that you forgot you were alive because you were guarded.”

People flinched at those words, as if the air throughout the Universe had gotten… heavier.

“This time too,

Light will protect.”

Seraphielle spoke, her voice softening as if she were offering mercy, but then—

“But only those who have faith.”

She declared directly.

“Faith is not a decoration.

Faith is not a song you sing when it is convenient.

Faith is a bond.

A choice.

And those who choose to cut that bond… those who choose to stand alone…

Understand what you are doing when you do.”

Seraphielle turned silent for a very small moment, almost as if she were making people realize how big of a trouble they were in.

The reports that were now coming throughout the Universe—reports of trillions and trillions of beings kowtowing on the ground and praying to her, begging for her forgiveness—

These reports satisfied her.

And she—

“Doubt weakens the shield.

Mockery cracks it.

Disbelief invites the dark.

After constant pushes, if this shield breaks and you are left unprotected—

Do not blame Light.”