Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 418 On the Most Obscure True God (3K)

"Your partner didn't tell you because of my hints, and Sothos didn't tell you because he was worried that you longed to return to wholeness and reunite with your partner, which would increase the probability of my resurrection."

"Sothos is extremely protective of the source material and the property container, even abandoning his own search for the source material to keep a close eye on me. He's so petty."

"I admit that if I show myself now, I will face the most intense retaliation, and in my current state, I am no match for Him."

"But it's good that you're here."

The booming sound, like a mountain collapsing or a flash flood, was just like that of a proper villain, a continuous, loud buzzing that showed no sign of stopping.

"Excellent writers often get too immersed in their roles and enjoy the detachment of arranging everything. This is naturally the state that writers should be in. In the last era, there was a term called 'God's perspective'."

"Although you are divine, you are still human. Although you think and plan with the greatest benefit in mind, you have forgotten what the instinct that drives you forward is."

"Even those idiots who only know how to praise the sun have the desire to praise the sun, let alone you."

"There is no difference between humans and gods; the only difference lies in their perspective when facing a situation. Therefore, you still have desires, curiosity, and your long-held goals!"

"You'll accept anything as long as it's beneficial."

Layer upon layer of murmurs came from the sky, the ground, the distance, the abyss, and the depths of consciousness. The sound was like a god's curse on sinners, both sacred and depraved, both majestic and full of the deepest evil thoughts and desires in people's hearts.

A majestic and grand sound, indescribable in words, echoed, both familiar and strange.

The "Ancient Sun God" once again encountered a nightmare that he could never shake off in his life.

The ruler of the vast star realm, and the creator who wields omniscience and omnipotence, has returned once again!

They emerged from the abyss at a bizarre and unexpected time.

"You've been herding livestock in Fabti!"

"The properties of the Dark Angel are in your hands?"

In that instant, Adam finally realized where the whole thing had gone wrong.

demon!

A mere "Apostle of Desire" might not be able to see through His scheme, but the "Primordial Creator" who shepherded the "Demon King" could definitely detect the anomaly and take advantage of it!

Only a higher position and a more mysterious authority can ensure that nothing goes wrong and no mistakes affect Him.

The combination of "abyss" and "writer" was clearly unexpected by the angel of fantasy.

Although it is unclear how this was done, according to the information observed by the "Ancient Sun God," these powers are indispensable.

Information asymmetry is only one aspect. After all, no one expected that this creator, who had awakened from nowhere, would be able to devour and shepherd a true god simply by relying on the characteristics of a Sequence One "Dark Angel".

The true God has been corrupted and eroded by many external gods!

The collective subconscious of all living beings caused the sky within the ocean to press down once more, as if it had been obscured by something, becoming dim and lifeless, causing an indescribable gloom to well up in the hearts of all living beings in the entire Kingdom of Rune.

The tyrannical power seemed to be crushing the entire world, so heavy that the "Ancient Sun God," who was constantly resisting, was struggling to breathe.

Even though He once carried the future of all humanity on His shoulders, He still could not bear this fate that seemed like destiny.

"Ha, you should thank the Imaginary Dragon. In order to return to Sequence Zero, He placed the personality corrupted by the Chaos Sea into a book. But unfortunately, the future He proclaimed did not come to pass."

"The pollution of the Chaos Sea, the preparations for the resurrection of the Dragon King, and the characteristics of Sequence One are enough to give me the ability to herd true gods. You seem to have forgotten one thing..."

"We don't need an anchor, nor do we need a stable state..."

"It's no use, don't try to resist. I've waited too long. Wouldn't it be better to become an all-knowing and all-powerful God with me?"

"This has always been your dream!"

An indescribable, grand voice, carrying an evil, corrupt, and all-consuming power, frantically invaded the island of the mind suspended in the sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

Although the "original creator" was constantly chatting with Adam, in reality, it had already begun to erode Adam's self-will and the sea of ​​his subconscious.

If one were to suffer such an experience through other means, one might be able to resist by relying on authority, but "God" is, after all, a higher being in the same path.

The sudden attack caused "Imaginary Angel" to fall into a semi-out-of-control state, and she could only do her best to maintain the balance between the anchor and her will. For a moment, she had no extra strength to care about anything else.

Audiences with high-order sequences are the least likely to lose control, but they are also the most likely to lose control.

Scales emerged from the flesh, their color grayish-white, yet reflecting a metallic luster.

At this point, the fantastical angel had completely transformed into a mythical creature.

His clear, childlike pupils straightened, and amidst the cracking sounds of flesh tearing, two grayish-brown, skin-covered wings sprouted from his back. His limbs were rather thick, and the grayish-white scales on his surface were engraved with one complex and three-dimensional mysterious symbol after another.

They extend into flesh and blood, reaching out into the surrounding void, as if weaving together something that doesn't belong to the real world. Just seeing them can drive people crazy, twist their thoughts, and taint their spirits with all sorts of seemingly heartfelt ideas, making them want to tear themselves apart or destroy themselves.

"Give up. Everything you have comes from me. Your resistance is futile!"

Although Hao Han's words sounded somewhat contemptuous at this moment, they gave the illusion that he was telling the truth.

"Give up! You will surely belong to me!"

The waves surged, and monsters mixed with sinister flesh and blood, like maggots clinging to bones, frantically climbed towards the Mind Island in mid-air.

Their bodies are deformed, but they move incredibly fast. Their skin looks as if it has been peeled off, leaving only bright red muscle and pale yellow fat exposed.

The monster had goat horns on its head and goat hooves on its legs. Its face was ferocious and hideous, and its whole body exuded an indescribable stench, emitting endless black smoke and curses.

Even demons are more handsome than these cursed creatures!

Compared to demons, these monsters seem to be particularly adept at bewitching people and luring out the deepest desires and evil thoughts in their hearts.

"...If I give up resistance, I can become God...No, no..."

"These are all fake... Once we give up, everything will be for nothing..."

"I've been busy enough. It's time to take a break. What does the future of humanity have to do with me?! I'm just a discarded researcher!!!"

"No!!! We can't give up!!! I am the sun god, I am the sun god who led humanity out of darkness, and the end of the world is yet to come..."

A myriad of chaotic thoughts flashed through my mind, desires arose from the depths of my heart, and depravity is the most fundamental original sin of every living being.

Each thought is like a complete self, with both positive and negative aspects. They conflict and fight each other, but this does not improve the situation in the slightest.

Because negative desires from the outside or positive thoughts that arise from the heart will only make the schizophrenia more severe, and may even give the "imaginary angel" the illusion that he is about to be divided into tens of millions of parts.

If he cannot return to normal in a short period of time, then whether it comes from his own positive thoughts or from negative desires influenced by the outside world, it will turn him into a mentally "shattered" schizophrenic madman!

At this moment, giving up seems to be the best shortcut to unload the burden.

But just then, the "Ancient Sun God" suddenly curled his lips into a smile, pointed at the monsters in mid-air, and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha……"

He laughed heartily, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Sometimes I really wonder if you are omniscient. How come your lines this time are just as bad as they were thousands of years ago?"

"Furthermore, with 'God' and 'Devil' in cahoots, do you really want to have a child with the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

"Pah, disgusting!!!"

Although Adam was in a terrible state, it didn't stop the virtual persona he created from making all sorts of sarcastic remarks.

As for who the person being simulated is, it is naturally Ron Sothos, who has a sweet little mouth.

The idea of ​​invading the subconscious of the "Primordial Creator" to turn the tide is simply wishful thinking; even the "Ancient Sun God" at his peak wouldn't dare to dream of such a thing.

Now all we can do is try our best to buy time and wait for rescue to arrive.

Since you want me to split and collapse, then I'll split on my own initiative. At least I can choose what kind of madman I'll split into!

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of giant dragons crawled out from the depths of the Mind Island. Some of them sang loudly, some cried "Ura ura," and some carried "nuclear bombs" and rushed towards the disgusting monster that had occupied part of the Mind Island.

These are tens of thousands of virtual personalities, replacing the most essential self to bear the pollution and resist the erosion from the abyss and the top of the path.

"Shut up!"

"You're imitating it incorrectly at all!"

"If it were Sothos, He would definitely point at me and laugh, saying, 'You're a real dog, selling hooks to the devil! Has your back door already been ripped apart by the roots of the Mother Tree of Desire?!'"

Clearly, even without a virtual personality, the "Primordial Creator" can perfectly mimic the mental state of the small fry.

"I can tell you seem to be waiting for something, thinking that if you delay long enough, your preparations will have the desired effect?"

"It's no use. You are me, and I am you. I know you even better than you know yourself..."

The majestic voice paused abruptly, and then a silver cross pendant appeared out of thin air from the surrounding void and fell onto the mind island of the "Ancient Sun God".

That was the proof of the leader of the Twilight Hermits, that was the "Imaginary Angel" thrown on the street in preparation.

(End of this chapter)