A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 548 Art is [Microscopic Decomposition]

Black holes can also evaporate. In fact, as a man-made mimicry, it requires Rorschach to constantly inject magic to maintain its spatial effect.

All the flesh and blood were sliding and tearing at an extremely high speed, being ejected into pure energy just before temperature, mass, and speed completely lost their meaning. Then, under Rorschach's control, they were used to maintain the existence of the black hole.

In theory, it will be self-sustaining until all visible, overt contaminants are removed.

However, something unusual happened. Rorschach was currently using the vessel of axiomatic creation, and the strength of his soul's connection with it seemed to be affected when casting such magic. No, perhaps there were many other problems, but Rorschach couldn't quite put his finger on them.

In short, it was just a little short. He estimated that if he could hold on for less than an hour, all the flesh and blood would disappear, possibly leaving huge trenches and pits on the ground that once belonged to a city, like taking a bite out of the surface of an apple.

Rorschach hoped it would be faster.

The black hole above seemed to come alive, able to hear and understand his inner thoughts. The power of devouring, digesting, and grinding overflowed, stretching out in thick arcs, constantly stirring the surrounding flesh and earth, frantically breaking and absorbing.

No, that's not what I want. Rorschach frowned; he realized that the dangerous contraption he had created was undergoing an even more dangerous transformation.

"Don't you think something's wrong?"

At that moment, a man's voice rang out! Luo Xia immediately tensed up; anyone who could get that close to him at this time was a ruthless person.

He looked closely and saw a tall, middle-aged man with long, greasy hair. His gray, patched clothes were probably a monk's robe. Most strangely, this man was using a door plank as a boat and a random piece of flat wood as an oar, moving freely and easily across the waves, completely unaffected by the terrifying suction force.

There was a burlap sack at his feet, just big enough to hold one person, and it was bulging at the moment.

The air was sucked into the mutated black hole, turning into a gale that howled past Gregory, but his excited shouts were even louder than the wind:

"People are always unaware of the wonders the Creator has created with His own hands. Only when they look back can fools feel moved, regretful, remorseful, or overwhelmed with joy and trembling!"

"Unknown mage, do you know what you have created?"

The mad monk's eyes seemed to roll back until he could see his own head, leaving only trembling whites: "Ha, ha! This is the true symbol of a great mother!"

"Devour, then spew, granting all things an end and then giving birth to something new!"

Even the most devout believers cannot comprehend the meaning of his authority; they are merely excited by the slight divine power in the herbs and moved to tears by the healing of their own defects.

"Even the most favored and blessed person dares not create the most primordial symbol of the Great Mother under the gaze of other false gods, nor can they freely resonate with Her."

"And you did it, young man! As long as you survive, you will surely become the agent of the Mother Goddess's will."

Gregory went mad upon seeing the drastically mutated black hole, while Rorschach remained remarkably calm, showing no signs of stopping or panicking.

"The primordial symbol? Is it that black celestial body in the highest heavens?"

He also remembered that there were two giant celestial bodies, one black and one white, rotating in the highest heavens, while other celestial bodies were just a drop in the ocean in comparison.

They are the starting point of the creation of the entire universe and the end point of being swallowed and absorbed. Their mutual movement and the matter and energy they eject are continuously scattered in all directions.

"As expected, you are not ignorant. Now you understand what these false gods and foolish mortals are fighting against, right? You... do you want to stop the world from functioning?"

"Of course, the vast majority of people are happy and content, just as many people in the past died in a daze."

"In the future, there will be no difference between those who resist the end of the world and those who wholeheartedly wait for their mother's embrace and forgiveness. They will all eventually walk together to the end, and so will other gods."

Gregory suddenly realized something: "Oh right, the false gods have already died out, and only two or three are still struggling in their death throes, even willing to relinquish their authority and share their power with mortals."

While he was rambling on, Rorschach noticed that the black hole was further mutating. Its uncontrolled arc-shaped surface was melting and oozing out viscous substances, which at this point were truly indistinguishable from tentacles.

At the same time, after absorbing the broken matter, it is no longer directly dissolved into the most primitive basic energy, but is accumulated and nurtured.

An aura, suppressed to the extreme, burst forth from the ground, roaring like a wild beast as it passed through the underground cavity.

Rorschach did not feel that the black hole he created was completely out of his control. On the contrary, it began to feel a connection with him, sending out vague calls from the chaos.

It not only developed its own thoughts, but also invited its creator to merge with the black ball.

This is not a form suitable for the prime material plane. It also conveys some knowledge and information, as well as pain.

Yes, the black sphere is now in pain. It needs to constantly devour others to survive, and the environment is filled with the stench it hates and the sunlight shining from the sky.

Only when Rorschach's current "perfect body" and the Archmage's soul merge and complete can what it conceives be born.

Rorschach will gain unparalleled power.

The call continued, the black tentacles shoveling at the "liquid food" while cautiously approaching Rorschach, seemingly wanting to be a gentleman making a polite invitation.

Gregory watched with satisfaction, even making no attempt to hide his envy, clearly saying: If you won't come, I will!

Realizing that things were beyond repair, Luo Xia gradually became dazed, and cracks appeared on his body, which were like those caused by weathering, with colorful light shining through the gaps.

His movements slowed down, and finally he uttered a sentence:

"Looks like things went too far."

The living black hole, capable of sensing Rorschach's emotions, immediately became active. It assumed that its creator had resigned himself to fate and hurriedly wrapped its tentacles around Rorschach's body.

But he didn't finish his sentence: "Fortunately, no one in this world understands art better than me!"

This wasn't the first time Rorschach had dealt with such an incident. With his extensive experience, he considered the dangers of his main body personally getting involved, the necessity of creating a clone, and the significant risk of the clone being taken over.

Now, although things have gone astray—that is, one's own creation has been distorted and corrupted—thankfully, the previous arrangements can still be used.

When the body fell into a daze, the soul returned to the boundary and then "played" the pre-recorded operation, including the dialogue.

From within his body, at the point where magical pathways converge and energy density is highest, [Rorschach's Microscopic Decomposition Technique] is activated. Within a small clump of matter, nuclear force is neutralized by the opposing magical force.

This body was originally made from metamorphic dust. Although it had been stripped of its divine power and modified, its high-energy and unstable characteristics were brought into play again, reaching their peak through a chain reaction.

"I... ...

He gripped the sack with his arm, leaped into the air, and willingly merged into the black sphere that had undergone a transformation induced by the Earth Mother Goddess.

At this moment, Oward is the whole world; the world first brightens, then darkens, then shines again, and finally attains peace.

(End of this chapter)