The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 998 Gods and Buddhas Everywhere (Part Two)

"You old man, weren't you going to cure my illness? Why are you killing me?"

Liu Sheng controlled his body, squatted down in front of Old Zhang, whose face was bruised and swollen, and asked seriously.

She can finally control this body now, but it still feels awkward and she feels powerless.

There's no way around it; it's mainly because of her body shape.

Fortunately, the others have also woken up, and together they dragged the heavy body, finally managing to move the massive chunk of flesh.

So, before Old Zhang's swollen, half-closed eyes lay a mass of flesh and blood, baring its teeth and claws, filled with distorted faces, all turning to stare at him, making him tremble all over.

"you you you you you……"

He stammered, saying "you" several times, but couldn't get the rest of the sentence out.

Until the old woman's face appeared, and she weakly spoke, "Answer her...why?"

Old Zhang was trembling like a leaf, but he still forced himself to say:
"Because, Shaoping... you are no longer yourself!"

"I originally thought... there was still hope..."

"But what did you just say, Er Ya... what Daya, San San, Yao'er? Have you forgotten?"

As he spoke, Old Zhang's tears streamed down his face, making a mess.

"I... forgot something?" the old lady asked blankly.

Old Zhang didn't answer again, but just lowered his head dejectedly, as if he had completely lost his strength.

Only the old woman remained, muttering to herself:

"Erya..."

“Big girl…San San, Little one…”

"What... happened to them?"

"Why does my head hurt so much..."

"Why am I in so much pain..."

Her voice grew louder and more fragmented, as if torn apart by some invisible pain.

Liu Sheng could feel her brows furrowing and a sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart was being gripped. It wasn't her own emotion, but rather a pain from the depths of her original consciousness.

Finally, the old woman's murmurs could no longer be suppressed and turned into a heart-wrenching scream.

"I don't remember! I don't remember!"

Because of these resounding screams, Liu Sheng and the others finally couldn't hold on any longer and broke free from their flesh and blood, emerging onto the surface.

Old Zhang looked at them, his eyes filled with trembling fear and immense grief.

It's unclear whether this was something the old lady passed on to him, or a genuine expression of grief from the bottom of his heart.

But putting aside Old Zhang, the grief first spread to Liu Sheng, Qiao Yu, Ling Xiaoshu, and Wang Qingguang.

My heart was clenching, as if some emotion was about to burst forth. It wasn't just emotion, but also some fragmented memories. But these memories were like fluttering butterflies, impossible to grasp, just some extremely blurry spots of light.

Just as they reached out to chase after it—or perhaps the old lady wanted to grab it—they all followed the constantly flickering light and pounced on it together.

The next second, consciousness was suddenly enveloped by a spot of light.

It plummeted completely.

……

The light spots danced and jumped on the ceiling.

This is caused by the wind blowing the curtains, causing the faint light that seeps in to tremble.

Liu Sheng tilted her head and looked at it for a long time. She subconsciously squeezed the thing in her hand and realized that it was actually the head of a soft rabbit doll.

It's made of cloth, and the rest of the body looks like it was forcibly torn off and then haphazardly sewn back together; the stitches look like a twisted centipede.

It's like the long scar on her elbow, a centipede-shaped stitch, and it hurts terribly with any movement, as if she's missing something.

Judging from the size of her hands and feet, she should be only six or seven years old.

All Liu Sheng could say was that she was thankful she hadn't turned into a baby again.

Then look up and look around.

Several children sat in the dimly lit room. They all looked very young, but each of them had some degree of deformity.

A girl, a little older than herself, about ten years old, was carefully examining a plastic doll with thinning hair in her hands. The doll's face was similar to hers—an overly smooth surface, with eyes, nose, and mouth that were just a few thin slits.

As for the other pair of children, or rather "one and a half," Liu Sheng couldn't quite put her finger on it—they were conjoined twins whose chests were joined together, and they looked two years younger than her.

One of them had a blank expression and a vacant look in his eyes; while the other's eyes darted around, full of curiosity, and he even pulled the hand they were sharing to touch the top of his head, as if he were getting to know his body for the first time.

Completely different personalities, living in the same body.

They can be considered as two people.

These three are clearly her companions who joined her in this high-dimensional analysis.

Only now are some vague memories surfacing in my mind.

All four of them were children born to the daughters of the old lady Lu Shaoping and the old man Zhang Jianbin.

The daughter met her husband after the catastrophe. Later, in response to the call, she gave birth to four children in six years, which made her eligible to receive the highest subsidy.

However, because they had too many children, the subsidies were only a drop in the bucket, so the couple went to work. As a result, they were busy with work, and the responsibility of taking care of the children fell entirely on the elderly woman's shoulders.

Even retired Mr. Zhang had to go back to running courier services to supplement his family income.

The four sisters didn't have official names either; they were called Daya, Erya, Sansan, and Xiaoyao.

Why were they just a unified whole, but now they've separated into four people, sitting awkwardly on the floor, looking at each other in the dim light, not knowing who should speak first.

Finally, Liu Sheng spoke first: "We..."

"Are you Sheng Sheng?" "Da Ya" asked.

“That’s right.” Liu Sheng nodded.

"I am Qiao Yu."

"I can tell."

"elder sister!"

The bright-eyed "youngest" immediately rushed over, pulling along "San San" who was connected to her chest, trying to hug Liu Sheng.

However, they completely misjudged Liu Sheng's small size at that moment, and realized that he couldn't support the weight of one and a half people. As a result, they all fell heavily to the ground and twisted into a ball.

Liu Sheng's head hit the floor.

A sudden tingling sensation ran through me, and stars seemed to appear before my eyes.

But it was this collision that finally triggered the "world" notification sound, echoing in the minds of the four people.

Main Quest: Find out why Lu Shaoping became a "heartbroken old lady."

This is the long-awaited task path that the "world" has deduced to be 100% successful through high-dimensional analysis.

[Most high-dimensional analysis tasks have clear objectives and do not require my reminder.]

So this is very complicated?

Yes, I spent a long time deducing this, and thankfully you all completed part of it, which gave me enough information to deduce it.

【Finish?】

[Task progress: 20%]

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

And "the world" continues to announce:

Side Quest 1: Don't let her be sad.

Side Quest Two: Become the Savior.

There are side quests?

Does Mission 1 conflict with the main storyline?

And mission two...

Liu Sheng strongly suspected that this was something "the world" had specifically tailored for her worrying savior complex.

Side quests can be completed at your discretion; the higher the completion rate, the greater the points reward.

[Something new!] Liu Sheng exclaimed in shock. [Yes, the high-dimensional analysis has been updated again.]

Inspired by the "Instant Delivery" KPI system, we have made a series of optimizations to the original incentive structure, giving you more ways to earn points.

So where do these points come from? Why can they be redeemed for items? And even for time spent in higher dimensions?

However, "the world" still has no answer to Liu Sheng's question:

[It's probably... a currency based on a multi-dimensional consensus mechanism. It's generated when you make a certain "computing contribution" to the multi-dimensional universe—that is, unique insights, inferences, interventions, or influences, etc.]

You probably can't understand this yet.

Liu Sheng silently pursed her lips, but couldn't deny it.

Having finished her interaction with the "world," she looked at the group still processing the mission prompts and spoke first:

"Our task is to find out how the old lady Lu Shaoping gradually transformed into that nameless and faceless monster, the 'Heartbroken Old Lady'."

"Task?"

Wang Qingguang, who was standing next to her, was still a little dazed and didn't seem to understand the situation. It was only after Ling Xiaoshu explained it to her that she roughly understood.

After listening to Liu Sheng's words, Qiao Yu pondered for a long time before saying:
"If we had already completed 20% of the main storyline in that scene... does that mean that we are witnessing the things that saddened Grandma Shaoping one by one?"

"So, this is the second time?" Ling Xiaoshu frowned. "But what exactly is going on with this order?"

This is also a question that Liu Sheng is still pondering: "Just now we were clearly one with the old lady, but now we are separated, which means—it is very likely a reverse chronological order."

"In other words, the second to last heartbreak is about to begin."

"But... what could it be?" Wang Qingguang asked softly, her voice barely audible.

Unfortunately, they don't know much about this old lady yet.

Recalling the details of the previous scene, without realizing it, the familiar smell of medicinal wine seemed to linger in my nose again.

"What does it smell like?" Ling Xiaoshu sniffed.

Liu Sheng felt a chill run down her spine and let out a soft "shh".

That's not an illusion!
Once it quieted down, you could hear an extremely faint dragging sound, like something slowly rubbing against the floor.

The light spots that were just reflected on the ceiling and floor in everyone's eyes have frozen, as if the wind outside can no longer blow in and the sunlight no longer shines.

Even more surprisingly, the spot of light gradually shrank.

Darkness is creeping in.

The air gradually solidified, and the temperature plummeted.

Everything was too quiet.

It was so quiet that they could clearly hear the dragging sound getting closer and closer.

The world's reminder then resounded in everyone's minds: [Please play your role well and avoid being "out of character" (OOC).]

The four of them felt a chill run down their spines.

This indicates that an observer exists.

That's why it's necessary to play a role.

Everyone quickly adopted a look of panic and fear, and their bodies trembled as the sound of clothes and flesh being dragged drew closer.

The smell of the medicinal oil became increasingly pungent.

They didn't look over; they were frozen in place, trembling slightly, like frightened little girls.

Until a cold hand touched Liu Sheng's neck.

Then he embraced her body, as if a cool, soft, and relaxed piece of flesh was gently enveloping her.

"Erya..."

A low, hoarse, dry voice came to my ear.

"grandmother."

Liu Sheng knew who the visitor was and responded in a low voice.

The cold, wrinkled hand slowly slid down to the ugly, centipede-like scars on her arm and gently stroked them.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"You're still sensible; you know this isn't a bad thing." The voice hissed coldly in my ear like a snake's tongue.

"Yes, Grandmother, I know."

Liu Sheng recalled those who were maimed and deformed due to radiation and could only eke out a living at home. She understood that this was the "rule" of this world.

Something had grown on her hand before, but it was cut off, leaving this scar. However, she could feel something still stirring inside, just lying dormant for now.

But she should be the one with the mildest condition among the sisters.

That's why Lu Shaoping said:
"You have no idea how lucky you are. The surgery was the easiest, just one cut... When you can go out and earn money later, you can save money for your sisters' surgeries."

"Yes, I will, Grandmother, don't worry."

"With money, your mother can go again..."

But he stopped halfway through saying that, though one could sense a hint of joy and anticipation in his voice.

That cold hand continued to roam over her body, like a slippery viper, admiring its masterpiece, murmuring, "So beautiful..."

Liu Sheng got goosebumps all over her body and instinctively shrank back, hiding her arms, as if her instincts told her that she absolutely could not be touched.

Finally, Lu Shaoping withdrew her hand.

Liu Sheng inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the hand reached out to touch each of the girls, as if trying to find hope in them.

Lu Shaoping touched it, and everyone else was trembling.

But then, as if realizing something, she swiftly reached out and pinched Liu Sheng's arm, squeezing hard at the centipede-like scar.

"what!"

Liu Sheng immediately gasped and screamed.

It really hurts a lot.

Moreover, this pain is twofold; it's not just the surface of her skin that hurts, but there's also a hidden layer of pain inside, as if something is penetrating deeper into her flesh with the force applied.

Lu Shaoping realized something.

The withered, claw-like hand gripped Liu Sheng's arm tightly, its long nails instantly piercing her skin, tearing open the centipede-like scar, embedding themselves deep within, and revealing what was inside.

It was a finger that had not yet fully formed.

"grandmother!"

Liu Sheng screamed in pain and struggled desperately to break free.

But Lu Shaoping held on tightly.

Qiao Yu roared and lunged forward, trying to push her away, but the old lady gently nudged her, and her whole body fell heavily to the ground.

Ling Xiaoshu and Wang Qingguang also wanted to rush over, but were blocked by a suddenly appearing wall of flesh.

"I knew it—you were all lying to me!"

"You'll never get better!"

"It's all fake—Dr. Han lied to me, and Old Zhang lied to me too!"

"There is absolutely no hope in this world!"

"I...have no hope either."

……

When Old Zhang returned home after delivering the package, he was surprised to find the door of his usually closed, dimly lit room wide open, toys scattered on the floor, and large patches of blood.

It seems they have just been through a fierce battle.

A bulky, blurry figure sat in the middle of the floor, clumsily fiddling with toys with both hands, making hoarse, low chuckles.

"Gone. All gone."

Old Zhang heard it.

(End of this chapter)