A Colossus rushes in at the start

Chapter 339 These Outer Gods Choose to Descend

Miro patted the swollen, writhing blisters on his body with his tentacles, uttering chaotic, nauseating sounds, while indescribable fantasies danced around him.

It is but a tiny and insignificant member in this turbulent cosmic vortex. Countless life forms like it emit chaotic rhythms in their own ways, together playing a terrifying and bizarre symphony. Stable spacetime is thrown into disorder under this chaotic music. Entropy sometimes increases and sometimes decreases. In the empty void, life sometimes appears out of thin air and then quickly disappears. Countless fantasies switch between illusion and reality.

Beneath the chaotic symphony, reality is also illusion, and illusion is also reality.

These lives played a tireless game, their performance never ceasing even as their swollen blisters were crushed by tentacles, even as distorted spacetime tore them apart, and even as the long years caused them to decay and collapse.

When did this grand concerto begin?

Miro didn't know; it no longer remembered. Endless years had long since decayed its memories.

The only thing it remembered was to keep playing and pleasing the supreme being at the center of this turbulent universe's great vortex, until that being was completely weary and abandoned or destroyed this universe.

This is the meaning of Miro's existence. From the moment it learned of the great being at the center of the vortex, it clearly understood its mission and resolved to contribute its eternal life as fuel.

"How could this be...? There are still lives that haven't joined the ensemble...?"

"...That won't do...Ensemble...Everyone...must play together..."

Miro heard the foundation that built everything speaking to it, informing it that a small number of lives had not joined the grand symphony.

Within the chaotic vortex, countless creatures roared in discontent, their boundless malice surging like an overturned sea, converging on the discovered hiding place.

...Miro...go quickly...let those lives join in...quickly...

Because of the distance, Miro was urged on by countless beings in the vortex, and Miro, who was already planning to make a move, extended a tiny tentacle.

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The International Space Observatory is an international organization comprised of several Purang people's countries.

The initial purpose of the cooperation was to search for extraterrestrial civilizations. At that time, countries had just begun to understand the concept of the universe. They only knew that there were many planets in the universe, but they did not know the specifics. So they imagined that civilizations existed on every planet in the universe, and even fantasized about how to conduct interplanetary diplomacy with civilizations on other planets in the same star system.

However, as higher and larger observation equipment was erected, the Pulan people realized that the universe was very empty and there was no life on any of the planets. It was as if the Pulan people were the only special ones in the entire universe.

Subsequently, various countries reduced their funding to the International Space Observatory for various reasons, and as a result, this international organization was gradually marginalized from the political center.

After all, everyone knows that aliens are complete nonsense. There are no aliens, let alone extraterrestrial life.

Since they have nothing to do with politics, it is only natural that they are marginalized. Unless the Pulan people develop interstellar colonization technology and start the age of space exploration, which can directly affect various countries, their involvement in space-related matters will remain only in the field of scientific research and exploration.

The technicians at the International Space Observatory are all educated intellectuals, and they are well aware of this, so they all regard their positions as idle jobs where they can just coast along.

But today, the relaxed atmosphere that had been hanging over the International Space Observatory has disappeared.

All the technicians worked intently and tirelessly for several days, maintaining continuous observation of a celestial body in the universe.

"What on earth is going on? Can anyone tell me what's happening?"

The director of the observation center, who was getting on in years and whose body was beginning to give out, leaned back in his chair, looking extremely tired. He asked his subordinates to help him look at the data.

Just a few days ago, a celestial body the size of a satellite suddenly appeared near the home planet of the Pulan people.

This situation was immediately observed by the equipment of the International Space Observation Center, and everyone focused intently on observing the suddenly appearing star from multiple perspectives and angles.

However, no matter how they observed it, they could not explain why this celestial body would suddenly appear near its parent star.

What's even more devastating is that this celestial body, with the mass of a satellite, is being drawn closer to their home planet by gravity.

The thought of the devastation caused by a celestial collision filled this older Pulan man with a profound sense of powerlessness.

"...Director, this might be aliens," a subordinate said hesitantly.

Do you know what you're saying?

The director looked at his subordinate with some displeasure. At a time like this, how could he still make such a joke?

The subordinate replied with a wry smile, "That's the only explanation. Such a huge satellite, suddenly appearing out of nowhere—what else could it be but aliens playing tricks?"

The director sighed deeply and said, "I actually hope it's aliens playing tricks, because that would mean the satellite's presence near its home planet is a man-made event. If we can communicate with them, there's still a chance we can solve the current problem."

"But if this isn't a man-made event, but rather some kind of natural law we don't yet understand, like a wormhole, then our civilization really is..."

It will be destroyed!

The Pulan people could build rockets to escape their home planet, but the number of people who survived this way would not exceed double digits.

Could a population of less than double digits, including the Pulan people, rebuild an entire civilization while away from their home planet's habitable ecosystem?

It can't hold up.

Therefore, even if there were survivors, the Pulan civilization was destined to perish.

After a moment of despondency, the director asked his subordinates, "How much time is left before that satellite collides with its parent planet?"

"At the current pace, it will take about twenty-four days," the subordinate reported.

"At least we still have time to go back and say goodbye to our families. We've almost finished our work these past few days, so you can all go home now," said the director of the International Space Observatory.

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"What have you all done?!"

The prophet of the Central Court roared at the bound followers of the Return to the World Cult before him.

Stiyl ultimately chose to maintain the existence of the barrier. He did not kill the followers of the Church of the Return of the World, but simply tied them all up with ropes and handed them over to the Central Court to deal with.

After leaving the ruins, the prophet of the Central Court used his divine power to force the followers of the Return to the World Church to reveal the location of the ritual, thus disrupting the automated ritual.

I thought everything was settled, but to my utter surprise, the true god descended.

The reason for the descent of the true god is inseparable from a ritual on the mother planet. This ritual was performed automatically, and the Central Court immediately associated it with the Gui Shi Cult.

"We didn't do much, just made two preparations."

"One plan is to use the key to the barrier left by Clough to directly unlock the barriers that imprison people's perceptions through rituals."

"The second plan is to initiate a ritual, using the energy of stars to shout out to the turbulent universe."

The followers of the Guishi Sect did not hide anything; they said whatever they knew. The Central Court had divine pronouncements that could directly force him to reveal all his secrets.

Rather than suffer and then have to explain, it's better to tell everything from the beginning. Since the ceremony was successful, they no longer need to hide anything.

"Activate a star?!"

The prophets of the Central Court were taken aback. This was something they had not expected. If it weren't for the explanation from the Gui Shi Cult members, they would not have been able to understand how the Gui Shi Cult had bypassed the barriers and made the Outer Gods notice their home planet, the Pulan people.

(End of this chapter)