Night World Players

Chapter 200 The Infinite Stacking Box Master - Rast (Two-in-One)

The cult leader had imagined his own end countless times.

Or perhaps during the ceremony, he was discovered by the noble councilor named Tallis who coveted the Lord's token, and fought desperately with his police lackeys, and eventually died of exhaustion.

Or after successfully completing the blood sacrifice ritual, he gloriously dedicated himself as the Lord's incarnation on earth...

But no matter what the outcome, he must die on the path of practicing the Lord's will, and die for the incomparably lofty goal of allowing the Lord's glory to return to the world.

But what is the situation in this trench now?

"You say that I, the leader, am actually a fake... a liar and thief who stole the Lord's holy relics and used the Lord's name to deceive and deceive people in order to achieve my own selfish desires?"

The cult leader felt like he was about to laugh out of anger.

He pointed at Rast, who was surrounded by many believers not far away. "And this fellow, captured from some unknown corner of the world and imprisoned in a dungeon as a consumable for a blood sacrifice, is the Lord's true favored one?"

"Is this kind of person qualified to receive the Lord's revelation?"

"How dare you, a liar who stole the Lord's token and used the Lord's name to deceive others, how dare you speak to the Lord Favored One!"

The cultist named Aize rudely interrupted the leader's words and raised the shotgun in his hand with the safety off. Even the other cultists put their hands under their wide robes with unfriendly expressions and grasped the gun handles.

Obviously, if the cult leader disrespects the Lord of the Followers again, they will use their own truth to blow his mind.

"If it weren't for the fact that the lord was worried about damaging the master's token in the gunfight and was unwilling to use force unless it was absolutely necessary, you, a liar, would have been beaten to a hornet's nest long ago. How could you still stand here safely?"

"Don't be impatient."

Last stepped out from the crowd and patted the cultist named Aize on the shoulder.

"God loves the world and does not want to see his fellow believers be deceived by the slanderous words of a deceiver and turn to weapons to kill each other."

"Moreover, truth is never afraid of debate; it only becomes clearer the more it is debated."

He walked to the boundary line between the two clearly divided factions of believers and looked at the cult leader in front of him, who was alert and holding the gun together with several close bodyguards.

Although he took advantage of the intelligence accumulated during the three hundred years of reincarnation, Last used his rhetoric to fool a large number of cultists into believing in his identity as a follower of the evil god.

But after all, the other party is also the leader of a cult, so there will always be a few die-hard fans.

If Last is given enough time, he will be able to break through even the most stubborn of loyalists... But at this moment, the "Deep Blue Harbor Speed ​​Run Challenge" event has less than 24 hours left. Time is limited, and Last cannot waste all his time on instigating rebellion.

So this time, Last planned to use a simpler and more brutal method to complete the speed run.

An idea that once remained only a hypothesis in the true echoes of history, but was now actually put into practice by Last.

"According to your own words, you and I are both followers of the Lord, right?"

Rast looked down at the cult leader in front of him, his eyes filled with pity.

"Of course, I was just an ordinary fisherman who made a living by fishing—"

"If I hadn't accidentally obtained the Lord's holy relic while fishing, and thus received the Lord's divine revelation and became the Lord's favored one, how could I be who I am today?"

"In the divine revelation I received, there is no mention of a colleague like you!"

The cult leader looked at Rast in front of him and felt uncomfortable all over.

Obviously, he was the real one favored by the Lord, but the way the black-haired young man in front of him looked at him was like the priests in the confessional in the church who listened to the confessions of the believers with compassion on their faces.

"From the beginning to the end, you have never received any revelation from the Lord. How could you possibly know of my existence?"

Luster smiled and said, "But we can talk about these things later."

"Since you also call yourself the Lord's Favored One, then I ask you a question—"

"What kind of existence is the Lord in your eyes?"

Hearing Last's words, the cult leader was stunned for a moment, but then his expression became serious.

As a cult leader, this was his area of ​​expertise: "The Lord is the embodiment of dusk and the symbol of the bright silver moon in the night sky."

"Any land bathed in moonlight is a kingdom blessed by the Lord."

“Only those who believe in our Lord devoutly can enter the eternal and peaceful Kingdom of Silver Moon after death.”

……

Night world, a modern city in the Sixth Epoch.

boom!
Dean Yin slammed the half-empty can of soda onto the table.

"Why is this cult leader so evil?"

It looked at the live broadcast room images displayed in real time on the computer screen and couldn't help but breathe out.

"God damn 'The Incarnation of the Moon'? According to what Old Biden said, has my 'Moon' sequence also become a lackey of this Groove Evil God?"

"How come I didn't know I had such a boss above me?"

"Little Rust, go ahead and kill him!"

Its big furry tail stood up in anger, and its lazy attitude disappeared. For the first time, it began to cheer for Rast sincerely.

In the live broadcast screen.

The cult leader preached for a long time before he stopped.

He looked behind him at the diehards who were fanatically inspired by his incitement, and then at the cultists behind Last who were showing signs of wavering, and he couldn't help but look pleased.

However, in the face of the cult leader's exaggerated propaganda, Last just smiled.

"Is that all?"

"I originally thought that the leader of a sect, even if he was a fraud who rose to power through deception, should at least have some vision."

"Now it seems that I was worrying too much."

His original expression of compassion disappeared, replaced by a hint of anger: "Perhaps in your eyes, these words just now are praises for our Lord."

"But in reality, this is clearly a slander and a blasphemy against the majesty of our Lord."

Last spoke slowly, "The silver moon in the night sky appears bright and clear, but in reality, it's just an ordinary, giant boulder made of rocks and gravel, only a quarter the size of our planet."

"Moreover, no matter how large the moon is, it cannot emit light on its own—it is the sun's rays that shine on the moon's surface and are refracted, which is why the moon appears to have light." "And if the sun did not exist, then the so-called moon would be nothing more than a dark, huge rock."

"So, you mean to say that your Lord is actually the Lord of the Sun, the incarnation of the Shining Sun?" the cult leader questioned.

"No, that's not the case."

Luster shook his head: "The moon or the sun, they are just celestial bodies in the star system."

"It may appear magnificent and radiant, but its influence is limited to a single star system. Once it leaves that star system, it will become nothing more than an ordinary existence in the vast universe."

"The star system that the Sun we are familiar with is composed of is actually located within the spiral arm of another larger galaxy called the Milky Way. There are billions of stars similar to the Sun that make up the huge Milky Way."

"A galaxy like the Milky Way, which contains billions of sun-like stars, would require more than thirty other galaxies, including the Andromeda Galaxy, the Large Magellanic Cloud, and the Small Magellanic Cloud, to form the Local Group."

"And the Local Group is merely a part of the Virgo Supercluster. Over fifty different galaxy clusters and groups make up the Local Supercluster."

"I……"

The cult leader opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Laster continued, "Beyond this supercluster, there's an even larger supercluster called Laniakea, which contains nearly 500 superclusters and star groups similar to the Virgo Supercluster."

"The Laniakea Supercluster is merely a portion of the observable universe. Beyond it lies the infinite expanse of deep space—the light from which has yet to reach our planet and remains unobservable."

"Therefore, we have no way of knowing about any galaxies outside the observable universe."

"You..." The cult leader opened his mouth and said, "So, it is the Lord you believe in who created the entire universe, including the observable and unobservable universes?"

"absurd!"

Last's expression shifted from pity to anger once again. "How could my Lord be as short-sighted as you claim, caring about the ups and downs of something as insignificant as an ant?"

"Everything I've described, whether it's galaxies, superclusters... or even the entire observable universe, is merely a cycle within one world."

"Even if the entire universe we live in is destroyed, my Lord does not care, because this is just a small world."

"Small worlds like these are also called small thousand worlds."

"Every three thousand small thousand worlds make up a middle thousand world, and every three thousand middle thousand worlds make up a great thousand world."

"The universe?"

The cult leader stared blankly at the black-haired young man in front of him.

His brain was working at a rapid pace, trying to understand the other party's logic, find logical loopholes in the other party's words, and seize the flaws to fight back.

After all, this was a dispute over the Lord that each of them believed in, and as the leader of the Holy Church, he couldn't lose no matter what.

However, the cult leader found that even if he just followed the rhythm of Last's narration and tried to understand his thoughts and logic, his brain function had become quite slow.

Such a structure, layer upon layer, stacked infinitely upwards, is something that one might as well try to understand from the beginning; it's just like listening to gibberish.

But once he tried to understand, each upward stacking and nesting of structures caused his thinking speed to slow down exponentially. Soon, he found that he could no longer keep up with this heretical way of thinking.

In layman's terms - his CPU burned out.

"Do you know the Mitro River?"

Suddenly, Rast's voice rang in the cult leader's ears.

"Mitro River".

This word seemed like a life-saving straw and was quickly seized upon by the cult leader.

It is different from words like "galaxy", "supergalaxy", "star cluster", "observable universe", "small thousand worlds", "middle thousand worlds", "big thousand worlds"... these are so abstract that your brain will crash just by thinking about them.

Mitro is a term that the cult leader can understand.

"Of course I know. The Metro River is the widest river in the entire Western Continent. It almost crosses the entire human territory of the Western Continent until it flows into the sea."

It can be said that the human civilization of the Western Continent gradually developed along the Mitro River, and the estuary of the Mitro River is near Deep Blue Port.

As a former fisherman, the cult leader is all too familiar with this.

By using this approachable and familiar term, the cult leader finally broke free from the vortex of stacked boxes of various galaxies and supergalaxies and rediscovered a bit of himself.

"Ah."

Rust nodded. "Then do you know how many grains of sand are contained in the entire Mitro River?"

How many grains of sand are contained in the entire Mitro River?
The cult leader was stunned again.

He had never thought about this question. Hundreds of thousands, millions... No, it seemed to be far more than that, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions?
"The number of the 'great thousand worlds' I just mentioned is as numerous as the grains of sand in the Metropolitan River."

"And the 'Infinite Land', which contains a myriad of worlds as numerous as the grains of sand in the mitre river, was created by our Lord."

Rast's voice became pious again: "He is the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God of gods, and the source of all greatness."

“He is One and All, the Beginning and the End.”

"He is higher than the starry sky, and more eternal than the sun. He is both a moment and eternity."

“He is the starting point and end point of all things. All souls in the world will eventually return to His embrace.”

His eyes were clear: "When we walk in this world, it is as if we are walking in His kingdom."

"The Lord I believe in is such a great being."

"A heretic like you who has never been bathed in the glory of the Lord, even if you use all your energy to imagine—"

"But with your limited knowledge and brainpower, the exaggerated and flattering words you have come up with are not even a fraction of the true majesty of our Lord."

“You have not believed in our Lord, so you see Him as a frog in a well sees the moon.”

"And if you believe in our Lord, you will see Him as a mayfly sees the sky."

Last looked down at the cult leader in front of him, who was in a trance and in a state of dismay, with a solemn and majestic look.

"How dare someone as shallow as you call yourself one of our Lord's favorites!"

(End of this chapter)