Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1242 The Ultimate Mission
No! Something's wrong! Something's not right!!!
Five bloodshot eyes opened to their widest extent, and after finally glimpsing a trace of the dream's origin, the Heavenly Cicada of All Things, literally with eyes bulging in fury, suddenly raised its hand and desperately covered its mouth.

Even though he was so strong that he almost crushed his cheekbone, a sound still pierced through the turbulent lake of his heart, emerging little by little from the depths of his soul.

"She is the only one among all the descendants of the Roots who has lived from the past to the present!"

Have you lived from the past to the present?
Seeing the utter despair on the face of the Heavenly Cicada, Leon frowned slightly, then continued to press for answers:

"I don't understand what you mean. Could you explain it in more detail?"

No! No! No way!

"can."

As if experiencing a soul version of "sleep paralysis," although Wanwu Tianchan's mind had already realized something was wrong, his soul was still like a floating corpse on the sea, being swept around by the vast source of dreams.

The information that he had desperately buried deep in his heart, unwilling to reveal even at the cost of his life, began to seep out little by little from the soul of the Myriad Heavenly Cicada as the source of the dream subtly eroded it.

"If we consider the power of a Root Descendant as the 'body' and his memories and will as the 'soul,' then the current Root Descendants are no longer the original, complete versions of themselves."

The resurgence of other Root descendants is not a true resurgence, but a kind of 'combination' and rebirth with the chosen race. The other existing Root descendants are more like new individuals born from their old 'bodies' after their 'souls' have been extinguished.

But the resurrection of the "Father" is different. Like other descendants of the Root, she not only passed down her "body," but also, through the hope of your humankind, passed down her "soul." After the two were completely united, she became whole again.

Body...soul...becoming whole again...

The idea is that the Roots are like a second-hand computer. The others cleared the "data" and left only the hardware to the next user, while Frederica managed to retain all the "data." After the computer arrived at its destination, she managed to copy her memories back.
After silently memorizing the abstract description of the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada, Leon, while continuing to suppress the lighthouse mark on the back of his hand, quickened his pace and asked:

"What is the ultimate mission? What is the ultimate mission of all the descendants of the Roots?"

"Well... I only know part of it..."

"Tell me as much as you know!"

"All right……"

Under the increasingly rapid and intense light of the lighthouse emblem, the soul of the Myriad Celestial Cicada, under the frantic pressure of the dream's origin, began to recount everything it knew.

"It all started with the origins of the Root People. All the Root People, including [Father], came from an ancient race called 'Root'. Their way of existence was very special and different from all the races now."

The total number of members of this original race is almost constant. Each person is born according to the corresponding rules and exists wherever the rules can reach. You can say that they do not exist, or you can say that they are everywhere.

If I were to judge, they would be the only race in the world worthy of the title 'perfect'—powerful, beautiful, intelligent, and eternal…

Skip all of these!

The lighthouse emblem pulsed more and more rapidly. Leon, who was already struggling to contain himself, hesitated for a moment before forcefully interrupting the lament of the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada and urging it on:

"Get straight to the point! What exactly happened to this race? Where did everyone else go? Why were only fourteen survivors of the Roots left in the end?"

"Fine……"

Cut off mid-sentence, a hint of distress flickered in Wanwu Tianchan's empty eyes, but she ultimately nodded and explained somewhat unhappily:

"To put it in a way you can understand, all of these Root races are dead, including [Father] and the other thirteen Root survivors, who were ultimately poisoned to death by time in the past."

"???"

Poisoned in the past by something? Time? You... I'm getting more and more confused.

"This is not hard to understand. For the living, death is the deadly poison that ends everything; for the kind heart, evil thoughts are the deadly poison that corrodes everything; and for humans who need to breathe, endless water is also the deadly poison that kills everything."

Looking at Leon's astonished expression, after her will collapsed, she fell back into the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada within her dream, and in the dream, she arrogantly mocked:
"You don't think time is poisonous, not because it is harmless, but because races that cannot resist the 'toxins' brought by time were eliminated the moment time was 'secreted' by the world. Only races that adapt to time can survive."

Furthermore, if time were truly harmless, then why do you humans gradually age and eventually die?

"Um...because of telomere shortening, decreased mitochondrial function, oxidative stress, and chronic inflammation?"

"..."

What particles and what kind of excitons are these? What the hell are all these things?

Silent after being stumped by the strange, completely incomprehensible reply, Wanwu Tianchan paused for a moment, then reluctantly skipped the question and concluded with a drooping face:
"In short, it's not that time is harmless, but that races that couldn't resist time to a certain extent have all become extinct. The races that still exist today all possess some degree of resistance to time."

"Among them, you humans are the least resistant to time, while we true gods are a race specifically designed by our ancestral race to resist the poison of time, imbued with our own rules. Therefore, we are the most resistant to time and will almost never age or die due to the passage of time."

Yeah, yeah, you guys are awesome.

After rolling his eyes at the Celestial Cicada, Leon, who was struggling to suppress the runes, couldn't help but urge again:

"Stop rambling and get to the point! What happened to those original races in the end, and what was their ultimate mission all about?"

What's the rush? I'm talking right now.

Lost in its dream, the all-encompassing cicada stiffened its neck and snorted with dissatisfaction:

"For the ancestral race that has no birth and death, no beginning and no end, and whose entire life process repeats itself in an instant, time is a deadly poison that they can never adapt to."

Although they successfully found a way to create us, these true gods, as avatars and escape the first wave of disaster by storing parts of the rules, they still faced final destruction when time began to spread horizontally.

"Horizontal spread?"

"Just like your son, he directly connects to countless different worlds horizontally."

Recalling the terrifying pacifier that fell from the sky, Wanwu Tianchan said expressionlessly:

"Almost every different choice that anyone makes will cause the end of time to split open, giving birth to countless different branches."

Unlike our races, who are adapted to time and exist only in one timeline, the Root Race is born with the ability to connect everything, directly observe and even traverse all different timelines, and they are the same in all worlds.

While this is a manifestation of power, it is also an inescapable curse, because as time continues to advance, countless new futures will emerge every instant. Those primordial races, who are born with the ability to traverse time, must exist simultaneously in countless moments. However, the newly born worlds and time are endless, and even the most powerful will cannot possibly manage them all. Yet, they do indeed exist in all these different worlds.

Therefore, the "will" and "thought" of these original races are endlessly stretched horizontally, broken down into countless existences smaller than the smallest thought, which cannot even support them to complete a moment of thinking.

So in a sense, those original races didn't die; rather, their individual will, like grains of salt falling into the ocean, was diluted by countless worlds, thus their thought ceased to exist, leaving only those magnificent empty shells.

"..."

"Didn't understand? If you didn't understand, I can put it even more bluntly."

Having already revealed all its most closely guarded secrets, the seemingly resigned and defiant Cicada ceased its resistance and continued recklessly:
"What you know about the Root Realm is actually the 'morgue' of the Root Race. Every rule you see inside is actually the corpse left behind by a Root Race member who was poisoned by time!"

"..."

Between the origins... is it just the morgue of the origin race?!

Recalling the rules that flowed through countless pipe-like veins within the Root, Leon, having learned the "truth" of the Root, trembled slightly and almost lost control of the Dream Root in his hands.

If that's the case, then the Root People's innate ability to see into the Root is actually because they were once the Root race, so they can see the corpses of their own people.
Or perhaps, what sustains the normal operation of countless planes in the present and the old world isn't some inherent rule, but rather the corpses left behind by ancient races? Then isn't Number One's rampant plundering of the Source essentially tantamount to collecting the corpses of her own people?!

"I probably understand..."

Unable to contain his shock, Leon took a deep breath and, after calming his overwhelmed emotions, squinted and asked:
"So stop wasting time and tell me quickly, what exactly is the ultimate mission of the Root People?"

"I only know the first half of the ultimate mission."

The all-encompassing cicada shrugged and said:
"The original race cannot adapt to time, but conversely, they also transcend time, knowing their own destruction in advance when the disaster first occurred."

Perhaps unwilling to simply disappear completely, they selected fourteen of their most talented members and fourteen races capable of resisting the poison of time. They then had these fourteen members voluntarily erase everything about themselves, dispersing their roots into the fourteen chosen races.

Oh, by the way, of these fourteen races, thirteen are races that existed originally. Only we, the True Gods, are different. We are a special race created by the Root Race with the combined power of the entire race. We are the greatest masterpiece of their entire civilization.

Although we can only access some of the rules and cannot see the root like they do, we are almost completely exempt from the damage caused by time, making us the second most perfect race after them, so…”

"I don't want to hear this."

The impact of the lighthouse emblem grew stronger and stronger, and Leon, who seemed to be struggling to suppress it, hurriedly continued to extract the essence of the source from the Pure White Mother while urging her once again:

"What is the ultimate mission? What exactly is the ultimate mission?!"

"The ultimate mission...didn't I already tell you?"

Looking at the anxious Lyon in front of him, Wanwu Tianchan couldn't help but grin:
"Their ultimate mission, in the first part, is to wait for 'revival.' As for the second part of their ultimate mission, how could I, a true god created by them, know?"

"You...you're wrong!"

Seemingly having discovered something, Lyon's brows furrowed involuntarily.

"You're lying! You know what the ultimate mission is!"

"Yes, I was lying."

Upon hearing this, the Celestial Cicada chuckled. Its soul, stained with vibrant colors by the erosion of the dream's origin, nodded, readily admitting that it was lying. Then, with a playful glint in its eyes, it countered with a question:

"But you're running out of time too, aren't you?"

"?"

“I can sense that you have been fighting against the mark left by the Father.”

With difficulty, he raised his hand, pointed to the back of his hand, and sneered:

“I admit that I was indeed tricked by you at first and revealed the secret of the Father, but at the same time I also discovered your problem. You can't suppress the mark of the Father forever, so the time you can interrogate me is limited!”

Since I cannot resist the erosion of the dream's source, and you will eventually extract information from me, I might as well proactively choose the direction to reveal it, rather than let you discover more crucial information!

After gleefully recounting his actions, he looked at the now silent Leon and the Lighthouse Mark that had reached its limit. Having finally managed to turn the tide, the All-Encompassing Cicada laughed and proactively faced the erupting Mark.

"God of Cookery! Although I lost to you, you'll never get anything from my mouth... um..."

No! Something's wrong! Something's not right!!!
Five bloodshot eyes opened to their widest extent, and after finally glimpsing a trace of the dream's origin, the Heavenly Cicada of All Things, literally with eyes bulging in fury, suddenly raised its hand and desperately covered its mouth.

Even though he was so strong that he almost crushed his cheekbone, a sound still pierced through the turbulent lake of his heart, emerging little by little from the depths of his soul.

"She is the only one among all the descendants of the Roots who has lived from the past to the present!"

Hmm...wait a minute? Why does this sentence sound like...?

"I already know... um... I guessed it."

After resetting the erosion originating from the dream's source and incidentally erasing the memories of the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada from the recent period, Leon "struggled" to suppress the Lighthouse Mark that seemed about to erupt, and then spoke to the somewhat bewildered gaze of the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada:

"I want to know more about Frederica. What's the deal with her and Number 1? Oh, and what about the Transcendent One you mentioned earlier? What's that all about?"

The God of Food wants to know information about the Father and about those who transcend.

Sensing the increasingly intense encroachment around it, and realizing that it would inevitably have some information extracted from it regardless, the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada's eyes flickered slightly before it spoke, its gaze gleaming:

"As for those who transcend... well, that goes back to a very, very long time ago."

"It's ok."

After glancing back at his sleeping son, the real Leon calmly pinched the motionless markings on the back of his hand, the Heavenly Cicada, and replied:
"Take your time, I have plenty of time."

　Two-in-one Ha

　　
　
(End of this chapter)