Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

"Leviathan..."

Lynn clutched the shadow of the fish in his hand, his gaze piercing through the boundaries of reality, reaching the barrier of the astral plane, staring at the even larger being in the sea of ​​stars.

"No wonder it shrinks after I catch it, no wonder the 'sea monster' never causes any real harm."

"So what appeared in the sea all along was just a shadow, the shadow of the real Leviathan!"

The sea monster in the sea, the dark clouds it casts into the sky, and the waves it stirs up—all of these are the "shadows" of this enormous creature.

"It really does get bigger and taller when it gets wet..." Lynn complained about the enormous creature. "You weren't this big in the Boundless Ocean!"

Lynn could roughly guess the reason for Leviathan's change in form. It could be seen from its current state: the snowflakes that looked like they were not making proper contact, the shadows that were not fixed in shape, and its size that was difficult to measure in space. All of these indicated that it had not yet truly "entered" this universe.

No, Leviathan has indeed arrived, but the universe is not yet fully compatible with it.

Lynn had previously likened the collision of different worlds to different games, and now the grass blocks are falling towards Dave's house.

Fortunately, the precision and magnificence of the world's mathematical machine far surpasses any program; the world possesses a self-explanatory and self-consistent system and the space for extended interpretation, and is now struggling to digest this foreign object.

According to Lynn's observations, the calculation of mass is nearing completion, and the world is gradually assigning mass to this Leviathan.

To be precise, it is defined as the effect of the other parts of the world interacting with it in terms of mass, and is labeled as 2898.7 × 10^28 kilograms on its scale.

Lynn had no idea what the world had calculated. Did it calculate the volume of the other side in cubic nanometers and then set it as mass? Or did it amplify the number of waves it experienced by an astronomical number and turn it into mass? Or did it convert the area of ​​the shadow cast by the other side by sunlight a light-year away into mass?

All of this is possible. To use a computer analogy again, the same string of numbers might determine a character's attack power in Minecraft, but in another game, it might represent the probability of sunlight falling on the fifth grass block.

So until he got more accurate data, Lynn had no idea what the world had calculated.

World, give me a better solution!

What would be the point of placing a creature with fifteen times the mass of Jupiter in Earth's orbit?

The voice from the White Tower echoed: "Pressure is a world?"

"Okay, okay, I really shouldn't be stressed," Lynn said, taking off the second black thread and putting it in his pocket. "I should really thank the 'vitality' of this universe. This healthy universe can still digest a Leviathan."

At least there won't be a large-scale collapse of reality, Lynn comforted himself. As for the smaller-scale ones, he still had to deal with them.

Although the spatial calculations were not yet complete, the fluctuating shadow was still basically located between the Earth and the Moon, and Lynn could see that the space was becoming blurry and uncertain.

Lynn speculated that it must be a natural mechanism, just as water naturally flows to the lowest point, foreign objects are also sent to the core.

Is there any place more central than the place where the first fall occurred, the place where the three pillars came together?

Of course, depending on the health of the universe and the internal spatial rules, the rules for handling it will be different. Lynn can only say that for the current mysterious world, it is a natural law for these alien objects to be thrown between the Earth and the Moon.

Considering the cross-world information processing, it's normal for Leviathan to have become this large; in fact, it's much better than Lynn's worst-case scenario.

The fact that some Leviathans in the deep sea are only the size of an ark, while others can support an island, is likely due to information distortion.

"I meant I wanted a second-hand ship, but isn't giving me a Leviathan a bit excessive? I didn't say I wanted to build a cathedral ark."

"Lynn can't handle this scale..." Lynn sighed as he stuffed the Shadow Fish into his suitcase.

An eerie green flame erupted from his body as Lynn called out:

"A visitor from the land of embers."

"You are the flame that saves reality."

"You are a seeker of the essence of the world."

"Please answer my call."

"Leviathan will sail from the sea of ​​stars and bring about tremendous changes to the world."

Please respond to my request.

"Place it before it really impacts reality, and understand the message it's trying to convey."

"Please..." Lynn took a deep breath.

"Dude, hurry up and switch places with me. I'll go chat with Shinzo, and you go deal with Leviathan."

As the green flames burst into flames, Lynn recalculated the spatial coordinates, compressing the distance between him and the White Tower to zero.

Bai Ta, dressed in a white lab coat resembling that of a researcher from the old days, with his black hair meticulously pulled back, appeared beside him.

White Tower had a smooth forehead and well-defined brow bone lines. His features were similar to Lynn's, but he was thinner, with slightly higher cheekbones and a narrower jaw, like a sharpened knife. His eyes were sharp and his expression was serious.

Without saying a word, White Tower handed the box of Water of Life to Lynn with an expression that said, "How come this amazing person is the same person as me?" and then jumped directly into the sea.

"Uh, actually you can enter the astral plane by going upwards, I just didn't bother looking up."

"And there's no need to rush. It seems Leviathan is stuck by the barrier and won't be able to get in for ten days to half a month. You should be dealing with the Outer God's breath issue now."

The white pagoda emerged from the sea: "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Lynn had vanished without a trace, leaving only one sentence:

"Remember to tell Klein that I built a 'Life Future Planning Office' for him at the dock, where he can work as a fortune teller."

White Tower: "...You just want to chat with the real one, don't you?"

After soaking in the sea for a while, he shook his head: "It doesn't feel as good as my plan to have Klein predict my future. Anyway, my destiny is all in my own hands, so it's quite safe."

-

Deep within the land abandoned by God, atop a mountain peak stands a colossal cross that exists between reality and illusion.

There hung a blurry figure upside down, with several ancient wooden stakes piercing its body, stained with blood that was still flowing but not dripping, nailed to the frame.

At the base of the cross, Ulrich, the "Angel of Fate," dressed in a simple linen robe and with silver hair reaching his waist, sat slumped there, his eyes closed in a gentle and devout prayer.

However, this sacred scene was shattered after the green fire burst into flames. Urolius quietly opened his eyes and looked down, only to see that the original white tower had been taken over by a different person.

The man appeared to be in his early twenties, with a distinctly Asian face. His features weren't particularly sharp, but they were clean-cut. His short black hair was slightly disheveled by the sea breeze, and his skin was a light brown tanned from the sun and salt, giving him a rugged look that suggested he had spent years making a living on the deck.

Lynn walked over with a case of Water of Life in one hand and a case of Wahaha milk in the other, his dark eyes calm and his expression easygoing.

As Lynn approached, the enormous cross seemed to become a normal size.

"The hair is pointing upwards," Lynn observed carefully. "The whole body seems to be pulled downwards by gravity, but details like the hair are pointing upwards."

Lynn commented, "That does look more sacred."

As for the parts that some people are interested in, it's already been said that the real thing is just a blurry figure, you can't see it clearly.

Lynn placed the Water of Life under the cross, then casually opened the bottle of Wahaha milk with walnut flavor and tossed one to Urolius:

"Kids shouldn't drink alcohol; they should drink more milk to help their brains develop. The same goes for older kids."

"This is one of the most famous drinks from your Lord's old days."

Ulorus accepted the bottle of milk without changing his expression, offered a devout prayer, then removed the straw from the side and began to suckle from the bottle.

"Hey buddy, your kid's a bit slow," Lynn said, turning to Zhenzao and looking directly into the eyes of the figure hanging upside down on the cross.

"I've brought you the water of life; shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

Zhenzao remained silent, but his murmured words continued as usual, tearing at Lynn's spirit.

"Okay, it's still quite mild." Lynn clapped her hands with a smile.

As he guessed, Adam inherited what the Fool described in the second book as "manifest divinity," which is why he appeared cold and paranoid.

Superficial divinity refers to the outward manifestation that appears after one has used most of their energy, emotions, and feelings to resist and suppress true divinity.

In other words, the eccentric marks they initially left behind are incredibly annoying to the extraordinary, which is why the extraordinary manifest themselves as divine.

This behavior varies from person to person. Just like when people have something on their mind, some are indifferent and negative, some are agitated and restless, and some are calm and collected.

The true creation inherits the more emotional, instinctive, and sentimental part of human nature, which is the second layer of human nature mentioned by the Fool in the second part, but it is driven mad by extreme emotions.

However, the true creation was not completely insane; it was capable of many schemes, such as using Klein to seize the blasphemous tablet and maintaining a certain tacit understanding with Adam.

Therefore, Lynn reasoned that the true god's poor mental state was mostly due to a relapse of his old ways, and that he needed to be treated with Uncle Lynn's special medicine.

Even if the root cause isn't a revival of the past, suppressing a revival of the past will certainly help.

"Before, Baita was thinking about doing some kind of data analysis and quantitative processing, but I'm not that rigorous. I think since we're only dealing with this one patient now, there's no need to pursue a universal solution."

"Fellow villager, if you're still conscious, please cooperate with me."

After saying that, Lynn placed his hand on Zhenzao's body and released the simulated source castle aura at full power!

Klein, who was eating kebabs in Ruen, suddenly felt a jolt, as if something important about him was being attracted by a green object.

Sensing the familiar aura of the Source Castle, the will of God, who was seeking to revive the True Creation, was immediately jolted, and he began frantically searching for opportunities to gain power.

Thus, God, who was not fully restored, instinctively strengthened the restoration of the true creation, which is also a symbolic manifestation of the true Creator's sacrifice and undertaking!

However, His balance with the true Creator has been maintained for a long time, and no matter how hard He tries in a short period of time, He cannot immediately obtain an opportunity.

Moreover, according to a mysterious law, consciousness is identical over time, so when God seeks to restore the true creation…

This means that the burden on Adam's shoulders will be greatly reduced!

Lynn made no psychological defenses against himself and put the information he wanted Adam to receive into it. When Lynn simulated the aura of the Source Castle, Adam mobilized the power of uniqueness to the maximum extent to assist the mind of the true creation.

While the Angel King, who embodies uniqueness, cannot compare to the gods, the living, source-contaminated, uniquely hidden sage can contend with steam.

Adam, who has now benefited from the great decline of God's will, can exert his abilities to the level of activation uniqueness. By mobilizing the Chaos Sea through the Profaned Tablet, he has the strength to participate in the confrontation with Sequence Zero!

At that moment, God's mad, indifferent, and lofty will sought revival in less than a second!

Lynn's voice rang in His ear:

"Give up..."

"Give up..."

"Leave everything to Grisha..."

"I won't help you recover, but I won't help the Mysterious Ones recover either..."

"It's not that I'm keeping my promise, it's that you're all trash, and I don't want any of you to recover..."

"This will be a forbidden area for the Outer Gods..."