Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 504: The Heart of the Lost (Part )
"Anyone trapped in the 'Middle Silence' is a person with 'wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain'. 'Wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain'..." "Future" muttered several times before suddenly feeling a high voltage current passing through his brain and understood its meaning:

"That is to say, to be able to enter this... um... 'neither real nor dream' realm, whether it's a human or a monster, they must possess at least three sequence cores. In other words, the magic source power level should at least reach Sequence 5: Pain, which is the lowest level of the 'inferior' magic source power level."

"And..." "Future" subconsciously chanted the information inserted into his mind and said:

“The body of anyone who enters this place will fall into a brief silence, and his soul will be locked by the Lord of the Underworld. His mind will be confused. If he gets lost here, he will fall into eternal darkness with no reincarnation.

"'Middle Silence' was originally constructed by one of the Creator's millions of consciousnesses. Under the background of the Creator's main body being asleep, considering that all the gods had fled, all the saints had died, and the remaining humans were either doing evil like demons or lingering on like wild dogs, this unreachable mysterious realm was established to save the poor individuals with 'divinity'."

"'Divinity' is such a strange yet familiar word." Future sneered:

“Only the ancient dragon race, the upper class of the eighteen races, the saints and high-order magicians among humans, and some descendants of races that have combined with gods are qualified to have this sacred title. How can I... be so worthy and worthy?

“But there are indeed traces of gods here.” “Future” said, looking at the coastal beach under the cliff at his feet. It was a cramped area less than 20 meters long and wide, which seemed to only be able to accommodate a low country house. But after being constantly washed by the dark waves, a strange word spelled in the Central language gradually appeared.

"achimade." The Future subconsciously spelled and translated based on the information in its mind:

"Achimedesia, this should be the unique name of the 'consciousness' of the Creator that constructed the 'Middle Silence'."

Just at this moment, "Future" inadvertently looked up at a slightly higher cliff not far away, and he discovered a strange white creature that was as oppressive and creepy as a nightmare.

Looking closely, its entire body is covered with pure white fur like a cat, but it has no limbs, no heart, and no head, which are the essential parts of a living being in human common sense.

These white creatures were like ghosts that were born from the human world but came from the underworld. They shook off their white hair, causing cold snowflakes to fall from the sky.

Then, they flew up into the sky with their heavy, rock-like uneven bodies, hovering in the air for about half a minute before falling around the "future" like missiles, forming a circle of cold, dark green flames.

"The Future" watched the performance of these strange creatures with an expressionless face and without saying a word, as if he was watching an ugly musical dance performed by extremely unskilled dancers.

He crossed his hands on his chest and closed his eyes slightly, but left a gap that was enough for him to see the situation in front of him.

Seeing that their "performance" could not move the Lost One in front of them, the white creatures flew up one meter, then fell heavily to the ground, causing the ground to shake. Then, they repeated the process of taking off, falling, taking off, falling, taking off, falling... until the edges and corners of their bodies were completely shattered, and the uneven rock parts on the surface fell off, finally revealing the metallic-colored, smooth-textured skin inside, as well as the totem painted with the power of the gods that gradually became brighter.

"What a wonderful game! This young and lovely brother played such a wonderful game." An ethereal voice that is as pure, tender and lovely as a girl came from behind "Future".

"Who are you?" "Future" moved slowly and cautiously, and turned around with tiny steps.

What caught his eye was a "goddess" dressed in the ancient mythological costume of the Central Empire.

At this moment, the "goddess" was wearing a white gauze scarf with a "wolf head and snake" pattern embroidered by skilled craftsmen. Her arms were wearing pure gold chains that did not match the style of her body, and she was wearing a white robe that only covered half of her body.

If a pure human male stood in front of this "goddess", he would be immediately controlled by the unclean desires in his heart, and torn to pieces by illegal forces under the shackles of evil thoughts, thus falling into a deep sleep with no reincarnation forever.

But the person standing before him was the "future", the "ruler" of the "Order Society", and one of the most outstanding Lost Ones in the Federation.

Having read the history, culture and literature of various countries on the mainland, the classics of the Supreme Bishop, the Orthodox Bishop and the Only Bishop, as well as the "future" of knowledge about the order of gods, the universe and the Creator, I do not have any inner fluctuations about this.

Whether they are the Lost Ones or humans, whether they are male or female, they are nothing but a tiny speck of dust in front of the great Creator sleeping in a nightmare, in front of the vast and boundless universe, in front of the gods who hold supreme power and eternal time.

All the worlds are always in reincarnation. Except for the ideals that can guide the "future" forward and the obsession of restoring the world's [order], everything else is like a breeze formed from the surface of a calm lake, which is nothing but an illusory thing. In the half-minute of staring at the "future", the "goddess" read from the depths of his mind, spirit and soul the supreme things that these clergy and lower gods have never possessed. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she showed an intriguing smile as if she understood something.

Then, she slowly walked to the front of "Future", stretched out her left hand, pressed it on his forehead, and continued in a calm, ordinary girl's voice:

"There is no room for 'sorrow' in your heart, but your flesh and skin are filled with rich 'sorrow'. You are a strange person. You have not been corroded by this 'sorrow' and turned into a 'monster' or an evil person.

"You are indeed in pain, but despite the pain engraved in your heart, you have always persisted in your ideals that even gods cannot reach. Gluttony, greed, laziness, jealousy, pride, desire, and anger do not exist in any corner of your body. The divinity in you gives you the great ability to always remain pure."

"I... don't have any extravagant demands, and I don't need anyone to judge me. I will only do what I think is right. By the way, there are some ideas that I have not revealed to anyone, not even to my leader, the 'New God'. You... are prying into other people's hearts like this, which is an extremely impolite and presumptuous act." "Future" said unhappily, and subconsciously pushed the "Goddess" away.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahaha!" The "goddess" let out a sharp, piercing laugh like that of a witch, which lasted endlessly, like a whistle to drive away wild beasts, or more like a dying demon using her life to issue the last curse to the brave man.

After about a minute, the "goddess"'s laughter finally stopped. Her voice returned to the purity of a young girl. Her eyes glowed with a scarlet glow that was particularly eye-catching in the dark environment. She spoke again:

"You just asked who I am. I can tell you that among all the people in Hine that I have come into contact with, they all call me a 'false god' because I have the spiritual power of gods, but I do not have a physical body similar to them; I have the extraordinary skills of gods, but I can never be included in the hierarchy.

"Of course, you can call me by another name that is more widely known - 'Achimedea', or 'Achimedena', a name that has a Cruz-like flavor. I am the creator of this area called 'Middle Silence' that is neither real nor virtual, neither day nor night, neither true nor false, neither alive nor dead. I am also one of the hundreds of billions of 'consciousnesses' left by the Creator in this nightmare."

"Achimedesia? So you are Achimedesia..." "Future" murmured in a low voice. Obviously, Achimedesia's appearance was far from what he had imagined.

In the eyes of the "future", the god who created this oppressive realm filled with the breath of the dead, even if he is not as oppressive as the dragon clan, must at least be a gloomy, evil and violent child like the "Lord of Darkness". This kind of appearance with a holy "color" is indeed... a kind of contrasting beauty.

"I am Achimedea. This is an indisputable fact." Achimedea took a half step back, lowered his head, and with an evil smile on his face, he raised his slightly protruding eyeballs and looked towards the "future" and said:

"You can set foot in this forgotten realm because, on the one hand, your spirit and body are struggling with the god representing death. On the other hand, your brain waves and mine happen to be at the same frequency, which resonates with you. I have successfully invited you to enter this place."

"It is indeed one of the Creator's consciousnesses. It can explain it to me through both magic and physics without any obstacles." Future muttered to himself:

"So, Achimedea... Sir, what is your plan for pulling me in here... Oh, no, what is your purpose?"

"Of course it's for humanity and the world." Achimedea replied with unusual calmness.

“Humans and the world? Don’t use macro narratives to hold me hostage. Even if you are one of the Creator’s consciousnesses, I will not accept such an empty way of communication.” “Future” retorted angrily.

"Want me to describe it in more practical terms? Well, listen to me." Achimedea said in a different way:

"In the region of 'Bisrunai' that you Cruzed people are talking about, there is a 'wind wall' that imprisoned 'Echo' and 'Pramini'. Since its formation, countless humans and Lost Ones have been studying how to crack it, but there has never been a real breakthrough.

"Now, here, I want to use the incomplete part of the Future Epic to tell you the code to break through it in the form of poetry. As for why I am so generous in giving you what you desperately need, it is because once the 'Fire of Heavenly Punishment' under the 'Wind Wall' is successfully detonated, not only Cruzde, but the entire continent will be engulfed in flames and floods. You know, if this continent dies, the entire planet will die, and if the planet dies, the gods that rely on it will also die."

"But before that, you need to complete a small test given to you by fate. If you pass it, you will receive the 'gift of hope given by the Creator' and the 'heart' you desire."

　Thanks to Yishichenguang for providing two monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)