Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 146 Ringing the Bell Three Times

The rampaging Holy Grail War, the Emperor from the future, Victor's true identity, the sudden alien invasion, and finally, the apocalypse.

In just a few days, Weber and all of humanity experienced a nightmare from which they could not wake up, and in the end, they could only close their eyes to the nightmare-like reality and face their destined destruction.

This undead fleet, personally led by Storm King Imotek, was observed to have appeared outside Earth at a speed that completely exceeded the limits of all astronomical observations and strategic calculations by human civilization.

Even though countries around the world immediately entered a state of high alert, and mobilized top scientific research forces and integrated global armed forces and supernatural beings to seek a way out of the impasse, they still failed to seize even the slightest effective window of opportunity in the face of the Necromancer Dynasty's technology that transcended time and space and was capable of conquering the galaxy.

Ultimately, with civilization at its wits' end, humanity had no choice but to make a desperate gamble, launching the most destructive and proudest creation in human warfare history—the ultimate nuclear weapon—at the silent fleet in the sky.

As people around the world held their breath, clinging to the last glimmer of hope, awaiting the outcome of a counterattack, a transparent barrier appeared in the sky, completely swallowing that last spark of hope. At that moment, human civilization met its predetermined end.

In modern times, people often liken the invasion of extraterrestrial civilizations to the encounter of Native Americans with colonists from across the ocean. However, with the advancement of science and technology, most scholars have realized that in the face of extraterrestrial invaders, the situation of mankind would only be worse than that of Native Americans.

Moreover, these visitors who crossed the stars never came with the intention of colonization and plunder.

Their sole purpose in this journey was utter destruction.

Weber pushed open the heavy glass doors of the United Nations hall, behind him was a chaotic and noisy scene that had completely spiraled out of control.

After the countdown to the apocalypse began, everyone had their own things to do, and no one cared about him, about the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City, or about Viktor.

Lord El-Melloi II—Waveer Velvet—stood there under the clear blue sky.

The cloudless sky was eerily clean. Beyond the thin clouds, the outline of the deep Milky Way was clearly visible, and the Destroyer fleet from the ancient Necromancer Dynasty of the Milky Way was suspended in the sea of ​​stars, its eerie blue annihilation glow even quietly staining the edge of the sky.

At this moment, Weber unexpectedly calmed down, shedding all his previous anxiety and tension.

He took out his cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, and lit it. The spiciness of nicotine slid down his throat and into his lungs. He squinted slightly, gazing at the not-so-beautiful sea of ​​stars. In the swirling smoke, he began to uncontrollably reminisce about his turbulent and complicated life.

His life was both exciting and a failure, and even its ending was anticlimactic. He took a puff of his cigarette and muttered to himself, feeling genuinely annoyed.

I just don't know if I'll be able to see the guy who changed my life again in the afterlife.

The moment the thought popped into his head, Weber couldn't help but chuckle.

He shook his head, stubbed out the cigarette butt on the pillar beside him, looked up at the increasingly bright blue glow in the sky, and slowly closed his eyes.

These damned guys are really impatient; they won't even give them a chance to think of their last words.

In the moments before destruction, the full spectrum of human nature was revealed.

Some people held their loved ones, bidding a final farewell amidst deafening heartbeats;

Some people stand alone on empty streets and realize with desolation that, until the end of the world, they don't even have anyone to confide in.

Some people used the frenzy of burning, killing, and looting during the apocalypse to unleash all the desires they had suppressed throughout their lives; others collapsed in endless regret, weeping bitterly for the mistakes they had made in their lives.

Only Weber stood quietly in the sunlight, calmly accepting his fate.

The moment the wind whipped up his clothes, the fading light of the deep blue sky had reached its peak. He closed his eyes slightly, but a look of unprecedented relief touched his lips.

Weber: "Alien me @n*g——y&#."

When the all-consuming white light exploded, all the noise and tremors in the world instantly returned to deathly silence.

Weber was first enveloped by a burning heat that consumed everything, and the next second, all his senses were pulled away, and even his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

Just as the void was about to completely engulf him, his senses suddenly returned—his heartbeat resumed steady in his chest, and the coolness of stardust filled his lungs with his breath. An indescribable, strange feeling, as if he were being held up by the entire universe, exploded in his heart.

I seem to still be alive?

Completely bewildered, Weber tentatively opened his eyes.

What comes into view is not scorched earth after annihilation, nor the void after death, but the vast and boundless deep space of the Milky Way.

Countless stars slowly swirled around him, and the surging nebula painted a rich, medieval oil painting effect. A sacred and magnificent aura, along with the cool stardust, swept over him, as if he had stepped into the legendary kingdom of the gods, the eternal Garden of Eden.

He steadied himself and gazed intently at the shifting stars, but his heart suddenly trembled. Those glittering points of light suspended in the deep sky were not stars at all, but souls in a state exactly like his own.

They were connected by thin, shimmering white ribbons of light, like star trails linking together constellations, weaving an endless net of light in this vast and boundless deep space.

At the very center of this sea of ​​stars stood a being, radiant with dazzling light, like a god, silently surrounded by all the souls that encircled him, like the sole origin of this universe.

"I was once obsessed with fixing all the imperfections in the world—the inherent flaws of humankind, the unnecessary internal conflicts and contradictions, the depravity and weakness rooted in the depths of the soul, which are two sides of the same coin."

But it wasn't until I traversed countless timelines and witnessed the countless births and deaths of civilizations that I finally understood that imperfection also has its beauty, and that what makes us human is our imperfection.

The familiar dual voice rang in Weber's ears, and the god before him appeared in the blink of an eye, showing him everything before him.

"The last time I devoted myself to my path of evolution, my sole purpose was to eliminate the ills of human civilization, strip away all useless emotions, and bring humanity back to absolute rationality."

I once thought that was the only smooth road to a glorious future.

And that's exactly what I did. I gave humanity a great ending, but I lost all possibilities. Therefore, I reject such a future.

Before he could finish speaking, the starlight before Webber's eyes suddenly surged, and a series of images crashed into his eyes unexpectedly. They were all his past, which he had tried his best to bury, those dark histories and unbearable memories that he wished he could erase completely.

His youthful inferiority complex, his recklessness in the Holy Grail War, his helplessness in the face of the strong, and the childish words he shouted at the back of the King of Conquerors—all the embarrassment he had hidden his whole life was laid bare before him.

"People always want to pursue a better life, but emotions and reason are always at odds. This is the essence of human contradictions. I once led humanity to completely abandon the root of suffering, but in the end I found that while I was stripping away suffering, I also took away all the good things."

Only when suffering has truly existed do the beautiful things in life have real meaning.

As soon as he finished speaking, the disheveled scene before him vanished.

Instead, there was the sun-drenched El-Melloi classroom, the chattering students surrounding him, the Conqueror's hearty laughter, and the overwhelming, eternally etched army of the King into his soul.

All the bitterness and embarrassment stirred up by the memories were transformed into a burning emotion in these images, striking straight into his heart.

Weber gradually calmed down.

He fixed his gaze on the godlike figure before him, his detective-like senses, ingrained in his very being, working frantically. This familiar yet strange feeling once again helped him find the answer.

He composed himself, then tentatively spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty: "Victor?"

When asked, the deity neither denied nor confirmed. He simply spoke slowly, letting the familiar dual voice echo gently in the vast sea of ​​stars: "I am him, and I am not him. I am a part of Him, and Victor is only one aspect of Him. None of us can fully represent Him."

Weber's heart skipped a beat. He took a half-step forward, his eyes filled with an unwavering determination to find the truth, and asked in a deep voice, "Then who exactly is He?"

The god slowly turned his head, his gaze passing over Weber and looking behind him at the sea of ​​souls formed by the convergence of billions of human souls. That was His divine kingdom, and everything He was determined to protect.

The next moment, countless human voices erupted simultaneously from this surging sea of ​​souls. Billions of voices intertwined and merged, without distinction between you and me, past and future, together revealing the final answer with a force that shook the entire sea of ​​stars.

"He was an ordinary person, a person with a beautiful vision, a sinner who once caused irreparable harm, a destroyer of the world, and a savior."

"He is the one who wields the Sixth Law—the Archmage, the Master of Machines, the God of Machines, Ohm Messiah!"

"He is the one who devours gods—the world's first avenger, the evil god who protects human souls, the god of humanity, the king of darkness!"

"He is the one who guides everything from behind the scenes—the beacon of humanity across the galaxy, the savior of all mankind, the ruler of the empire, the emperor of the universe!"

"Are we dead now? Is the Holy Grail War completely over? What exactly are those aliens?"

Flat stepped closer, his bright eyes staring directly at the person in front of him. His tone was not at all reserved, but rather full of barely suppressed curiosity.

Unlike his teacher Weber, even after learning the other party's identity, he only paused for a moment before accepting the fact without any obstacles, and then threw out all the questions he cared about most.

He simply turned his head slowly, and the light fell on the young man whose soul was full of lively brilliance. Before Flat could speak again, he used that familiar dual voice to casually pierce through the deepest thoughts in his heart: "For you, the answers to these questions are actually not important."

Having his thoughts read at a glance, Flat scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassed, chuckled twice, and slowly continued, "That makes sense! Anyway, Viktor, you must have already figured out a solution. But speaking of which, why did you specifically tell us all this? I'm not the only one talking to you right now, am I?"

"You're right."

His voice remained calm and even, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"At this moment, among the 6917548946 independent souls existing in this sea of ​​souls, I am simultaneously conversing with 3654789877, and you are just one of them."

"Then what is your purpose in doing this? Do you want to make friends with everyone in the world?"

Faced with Flat's wildly imaginative, even somewhat absurd, question, Xiu remained silent for a moment. That silence concealed a heavy past spanning countless reincarnations. After a long while, she slowly spoke: "I'm just trying to avoid the mistakes I've made. I'm giving everyone a choice, and I'm also trying to understand."

"What choice?" Flatt's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned forward.

"The right to know the truth, and the right to say no."

The moment He finished speaking, He raised His hand and tore apart the surging sea of ​​stars before Him.

The dazzling starry sky shattered, revealing the undead fleet that had blotted out the entire sky and arrived with an absolute will to destroy the world, right before Flat's eyes.

His voice carried a powerful force that shook the entire sea of ​​souls, each word resounding: "The right to say no to them."

Meanwhile, in the real world.

The Storm King stared at the Earth, now restored to its former glory, frozen on his throne. His eternally unchanging, icy mind suddenly exploded like boiling water, overwhelming horror shattering all his arrogance and composure.

"Impossible!!! Even the Silent King couldn't do something like this!"

Just as incredulous as he was were the many heroic spirits on the battlefield of Snowfield City.

In the instant time rewound, memories of their conversation with Viktor flooded into their spirit bases. The reasons for their past battles vanished completely, and they had no reason to continue fighting amongst themselves.

At this moment, their swords turned towards the sky, and their eyes blazed with the same fire—to fight to the death to protect humanity.

Victor, who had ascended to the throne of the god of machines, merely tapped his scepter lightly at that moment.

Wherever his authority extends, all the machines in the world are fully awakened under the influence of his power, and their mechanical spirits rejoice!

At this moment, the bell will ring three times!

Praise be to the god of all things.

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