Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 459 Focus
The mental images of memory continued... Just as Mu Xiang said, all his tactics were meaningless in front of Ibo Zter.

It wasn't because his intentions were seen through or predicted... Rather than saying that this Outer God was fighting against Mu Xiang, it would be more accurate to say that it had already seen all of Mu Xiang's actions.

It sits at the focal point of all time and space in this world; for it, there is no such thing as present, past, or future, which is why it can draw in humans from all points in time. All changes in the surrounding environment are meaningless to it, because it has always been itself. In the context of Nordens' worldview, it is like a nail driven into the dream world by the abyss.

No one knows when it arrived, but that doesn't matter. Ibo Zutter hovers eternally above the focal point of this spacetime, observing the entire spacetime of this world with the two asymmetrical, grotesque eyes on its decaying head.

For Mu Xiang, however, his task wasn't simply to kill Ibo Zter at this moment… To kill Ibo Zter, he first needed to completely obliterate its vessel. Countless years of human flesh and blood had converged at this focal point of spacetime. All of this flesh and blood was something Mu Xiang needed to deal with.

What to do? Only kill.

"Don't let its terrifying abilities fool you, in my opinion... it's still far from mastering spacetime. Yes, it knew I was coming to kill it, it even knew I would kill it, but there was nothing it could do." Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses.

Zheng Zha took a deep breath: "Is it itself trapped at the focal point of this spacetime?"

Mu Xiang nodded: "That's right, so theoretically all I need to do is keep destroying its body... After its body completely loses its source of flesh and blood, this so-called Outer God will be crushed by the surging spacetime."

Zhang Jie had been silent for a while, but upon hearing this, he suddenly frowned and said, "What kind of logic is this? Does using a human body really allow one to avoid the backlash of spacetime?"

"This is the most crucial point..." Mu Xiang shrugged. "It turns out that this Dreamland has a deep connection with humans... The Tumhari, the Gorgons, and the Nightmares—these monsters all originated from humans. And those babies that are conceived so quickly become the original inhabitants of the Dreamland. So the question is, why does the Dreamland need humans so much?"

Zheng Zha thought for a moment: "Let alone the dream world, isn't the real world the same? The invasion of the abyss also relies on human imagination... because humans are intelligent beings? The dominant species in the plane?"

“Perhaps, but have you ever seen a dominant species treated like this by another plane?” Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses. “It’s obvious that the Dreamland is definitely not a paradise for humans, whether in the novel or here.”

Zheng Zha pushed up his nose bridge: "So...did the Dreamland and the Abyss really have a connection?"

Mu Xiang smiled faintly: "It will be revealed soon... Even if it's some kind of deal, this is unacceptable. It's obvious that Nordens has tacitly approved of this situation. As the so-called Lord of Nightshade, how much of a relationship he has with this Outer God is questionable. Of course, he could easily distance himself completely, but if the humans of the Dream Realm are like this, is he, the chief god, made of paper?"

"Is there any way to salvage anything?" Zheng Zha thought for a moment, then asked. Mu Xiang sighed, "I don't know. Perhaps we can do something after communicating with the spirits of the planes... Until then, we can only leave them be."

Zheng Zha and Zhang Jie exchanged a glance. Sure enough, Mu Xiang also hoped to find a solution... Otherwise, given Mu Xiang's temper, he might have already slaughtered all the Archgir and Nightshade giants. They had all lost their ability to speak, and it was even unknown whether they still possessed human consciousness; but judging from the mental images, the Archgir who could communicate to some extent even asked Mu Xiang for his life.

This race, banished to the underground, has spent countless years using various mythological rituals within the dream world to try and summon an even more terrifying being to destroy them all. They can no longer return to their own world; the distances of time, space, and species are beyond their ability to overcome.

But no one ever helped them, neither the gods of the dream realm who banished them, nor the twisted horrors from the abyss.

“The Gorgons… they don’t seem to have completely transformed. Although they’ve become dark and terrifying monsters, I can still barely communicate with them.” Mu Xiang frowned. “As for the Nightmares, I’m not so sure. Since they haven’t completely turned into monsters, there’s still a glimmer of hope… even if this is the only way to help them break free in the end, it won’t make a difference if we do it in a couple more days.”

Zhang Jie nodded thoughtfully, then coughed and said, "So what should we do about tomorrow's ascension ceremony? If it takes place in the Great Abyss, aren't we just sending ourselves up there?"

“Indeed, given your habits… you wouldn’t gamble like that, would you?” Zheng Zha thought for a moment. “Although the three of us were all at least demigods in our prime, Nordens has already flexed his muscles against us. In the Great Abyss, he possesses the power of a spirit position.”

Mu Xiang shook his head, severed the mental image, and then reached out and stroked his bracelet. A black bottle appeared in his hand: "A plot item given by the main god after killing Ibo Zter."

The black substance looked familiar, but Zheng Zha and Zhang Jie weren't entirely sure. They had seen something similar in their mental images, but that was liquid; those humans had been transformed into Nightmares by inhaling such substances. The substance in Mu Xiang's hand, however, was completely unrecognizable.

“The milk of Ibo Zter can only be consumed by those at least at the third rank,” Mu Xiang said. “Those below the third rank will be overwhelmed by too much knowledge, which is actually information from the abyss… to put it bluntly, their heads will burst in a physical sense. And even those at the third rank are not completely immune to the side effects, because their genes are not stable enough. If they do not receive treatment within three days, their bodies will become deformed.”

"Now that we've covered the side effects... what about the benefits?"

Mu Xiang shook the bottle, whose material was indiscernible. There were crisp sounds of solids hitting the bottle walls and liquids sloshing around inside... Zheng Zha and Zhang Jie also saw black mist rising, but it quickly turned into black droplets and fell from the bottle opening.

"The effect is to gain a ten-minute spatiotemporal perspective, confined to the Abyss Plane." Mu Xiang smiled. "Ten minutes of omniscient vision, that much information is enough to avoid a lot of things."

(End of this chapter)