Infinite Chimera Creation

"The White God told me that every life, from the moment of birth, pursues hope and avoids death; seeks happiness and escapes misfortune. No matter how deep the despair, this innate instinct will not disappear. I just haven't found the reason and meaning of living yet. Once I find it, I will definitely be able to overcome despair."

“He was right. Even though I was completely out of control of my emotions at the time, and despair filled my mind, even though I had tried to commit suicide seventeen times, I was still afraid of death. So, I tried desperately to find a reason for myself to live, but I couldn’t find one, no matter how hard I tried. No matter how I looked at it, I had no reason to live.”

The girl calmly stated that she had no reason to live, as if stating something perfectly natural, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"At that time, the White God gave me a second piece of advice: 'Since you can't find a reason to live for yourself, then live for others.' That's what he said, and I think he makes a lot of sense, so I started to think about who I should live for."

Bai Lan's eyebrows were now tightly furrowed, and the smile that never left his face was now distorted. Trying his best not to change his tone, he softly interrupted Ming Hui.

"So you took the White God as the meaning of your life? You felt there was no need for you to live after he died?"

Still buried in Bai Lan's chest, Ming Hui didn't see his expression, only noticing that his voice sounded slightly different, as if he wasn't as carefree as before. Shaking his head, Ming Hui spoke calmly.

"How could that be? Although I guess that was his plan at the time—to make me his tool. But the pride deep in my blood wouldn't allow me to live for a mere great demon. Later, I thought about it for a long time, and even attempted suicide several times, but to no avail."

Until one day, Shirakami told me about my father. In his account, my father was undeniably an extremely powerful being. After some thought, I decided that I would live for my father. After all, my father was so powerful; I had no reason to worry that the person I chose to "live for him" would die before me. From that day on, the meaning of my life became a self-deceptive notion: "To prevent my father from being heartbroken by the loss of his daughter, I must live."

Hearing Minghui's answer, Bailan's brows relaxed slightly, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn't help feeling a little puzzled. If Minghui wasn't living for Baishen, why was Baishen's death such a big blow to him?

Seemingly sensing his doubts, Minghui began to explain before he could ask.

"During the battle just now, the White God's opponent summoned one of the gatekeepers of Hell through a sacrifice. Do you know what that gatekeeper said? She said that I have her father's bloodline, which means that she should be our older sister. We should be happy to suddenly have a powerful older sister. However, what she said next plunged me into despair."

The arms wrapped around Bai Lan's body tightened unconsciously, and Ming Hui's body trembled slightly.

"She said that because of our birth, Father forgot about them and focused all his energy on us. In order to regain Father's attention, they even volunteered to guard the desolate gates of hell, but Father's gaze still did not fall on them."

Bai Lan was filled with doubt again, not understanding why Ming Hui would fall into despair because of this. Her father's attention should be a good thing, especially when her meaning of life was so distorted.

“That gatekeeper is so powerful, yet Father still forgot her existence and turned his attention to us instead. I can’t understand Father’s reason for doing this at all. Not knowing why Father is paying attention to us means that I can’t make Father pay attention to me forever through my efforts. The thought that Father might forget me in the future and not care about my life or death makes me feel suffocated, as if I’m being drowned by a sea of ​​despair.”

Finally, Ash raised his head, gazing at Blue's face. His eyes were vacant, yet surprisingly serious. His voice drifted like willow catkins in the wind.

"Tell me, do you think I no longer have any reason to live?"

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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Despair (The End)

"Tell me, do you think I no longer have any reason to live?"

As these words were uttered, a massive amount of gray mist erupted from Ming Hui's body, instantly forming a column of smoke that reached the sky. Countless faces, weeping, wailing, cursing, and pleading, surged within the smoke column, attempting to escape, but always to no avail.

Staring at the column of smoke that seemed both real and illusory, Bai Lan frowned slightly, then relaxed, her hand stroking Ming Hui's hair emitting a faint golden light. Though faint, the golden light easily overwhelmed the vast gray mist, causing it to dissipate rapidly. As the mist dissipated, Ming Hui's empty eyes regained their sparkle.

However, Bai Lan did not relax. He knew that the pillar of smoke that rose into the sky was actually a manifestation of the despair in Ming Hui's heart. If he could not suppress and eliminate the despair in Ming Hui's heart, the pillar of smoke would soon reappear and completely devour Ming Hui's sanity.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Lan withdrew her hand, took a few steps back, and looked at Ming Hui, who seemed somewhat bewildered by the sudden disappearance of warmth, before giving him a bright, ordinary smile like the rising sun.

"If what you say is true, then you indeed have no reason to live anymore, however,"

Speaking slightly faster, Bai Lan voiced her idea before the column of smoke reappeared.

"Would you be willing to find someone else to live for? Like me, for example, how about it?"

Staring blankly at Bai Lan, Ming Hui seemed a little slow to react, remaining silent. The gray mist around him was still restless, as if it would rush into the sky with an even more ferocious momentum at any moment.

Bai Lan was not discouraged; her smile remained bright, and her eyes began to gleam with a dazzling golden light.

"Look, the reason you chose Father was because he was strong enough and would never die, right? I believe that I am no less than Father, and I will never die either."

Mingming had never seen Bailan display his strength before, but seeing the golden light in his eyes, feeling the unwavering trust in him, and tasting his conviction that he would never die, Mingming found himself unconsciously believing him a little more.

"And I will never forget you. Perhaps I will have many descendants in the future, but my brothers and sisters will always be the six of you. So I will never, ever forget you, because you are one of the most special six people. Even if Father has other descendants, I will not acknowledge them as my brothers and sisters."

A wavering look began to appear in Ash's eyes. Just as White God had said, all life chases hope and flees death. No matter how deep Ash was in despair, when the hope of living was placed before her, she would instinctively grasp it. This was the most basic instinct of life, unchangeable.

Bai Lan's smile grew even gentler, and golden light gradually emanated from her skin. This subtle golden light inexplicably influenced others, causing them to unconsciously choose to believe in Bai Lan. This golden light was none other than the madness of "unwavering conviction."

Extending her right hand towards Minghui, Bailan chuckled and spoke.

"Now, my hand is in front of you. Hold it, and you will never have to worry about being tormented by despair again, or be afraid of being forgotten. Come on, make a choice: do you choose to believe me, get rid of despair, and live a normal life, or do you not believe me, continue to be immersed in despair, and one day be overwhelmed and swallowed by despair, and die completely from the level of your soul?"

Looking at the hand shimmering with golden light before her, and feeling the indelible confidence within that light, Minghui's eyes began to struggle. Normally, the intense despair she felt would cause her to subconsciously consider everything from a negative perspective, but under this golden light, Minghui found herself unexpectedly drawn to believe in Bailan.

Hesitantly, Minghui's fingers twitched, as if she wanted to raise her hand to grasp Bailan's right hand. However, her movements were limited to her fingers, as if some strange force prevented her from raising her hand.

"Ah, never mind, never mind."

Suddenly, the hand that represented hope in front of Minghui disappeared. She stared blankly up at Bailan's still-present smile, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks.

Is that so? Because of pointless hesitation, did I let my own hope slip away? Indeed, there's no point in living anymore.

Minghui slowly closed his eyes, a surge of sorrow welling up inside him. He quietly waited for Bailan to leave before ending his own life.

Suddenly, Minghui felt his hand being enveloped by a larger, warmer hand, and he opened his eyes in surprise.

When he opened his eyes again, the darkness dissipated, and what appeared before him was still Bai Lan's sunny smile.

Raising her right hand, still clutching the ashen one, Bai Lan waved it in front of her eyes and spoke softly.

"Indeed, rather than letting a brainless child like you make the decision yourself, who might end up choosing the wrong path, it's better for me to make the choice for you. Trust me, the path I choose for you will absolutely not be wrong."

Even though tears were still on her face, Minghui couldn't help but laugh. She wiped her face hard with her free hand. This girl, destined to be born with despair, but not necessarily to die with it, revealed the most radiant smile she had ever had since birth.

"What a domineering older brother you are, but I'll trust you this once. Remember, if you die before me, or forget me, I will never forgive you."

"In an ordinary forest, beside an ordinary path, two extraordinary girls made an extraordinary promise. Everything seemed so beautiful."

A shrill voice rang out in the empty hall, its undisguised mockery and malice sending a chill down one's spine.

"How about that? Isn't it incredibly poetic to say it like that? But no matter how poetic it is, it can't hide the fact that Yuan Yuan, your own son stole your girlfriend!! Pfft hahaha, before today I never thought that you, Yuan Yuan, would be the one who got your girlfriend stolen, especially by your own son. I can't take it anymore, I'm laughing so hard, pfft hahaha!"

A scathing, arrogant laugh echoed through the empty hall, where no one else was present except Yuan Yuan, creating a series of reverberations that made the sound seem even louder.

"Poetic? I must say, Red Star, your literary skills are truly exceptionally poor."

Yuan Yuan sat in the large stone chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. Although his tone remained cold, a slight smile appeared on his face.

"As for poaching people, that's out of the question, although all my creations should belong to me. But these little guys are different. In order to optimize the experimental results, in addition to strengthening the bloodline connection to make them feel more close to me, I gave them the greatest freedom, so they can do whatever they want. Because that's the freedom I promised them."

"Alright, the first step of the experiment is complete. The level of despair fluctuation reached 6.8. Although we failed to activate the Magic Furnace, we did collect some useful data, so it's not a complete loss."

With his smile fading, Yuan Yuan shifted his gaze from the white gap displaying the gray and blue of fate to the boy humming a song in another white gap.

"Now, it's time to begin the next experiment."

"and many more,"

Suddenly, Hongxing cried out in surprise.

"You mean what just happened was all part of your plan!?"

"Although the person who killed the White God was different from what I expected, and the person who pushed Ash into despair also changed, in general, it was my design that was correct."

With a cold and calm expression, Yuan Yuan answered Hong Xing's question in a soft voice.

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Questioning

"Wait, wait, Yuan Yuan, I'm a little slow to react,"

Hongxing suddenly burst out of Yuan Yuan's body, using one hand to stop Yuan Yuan from getting up and leaving, while the other hand fiercely rubbed his temple.

"What did you just say? You said that you designed those things we just saw? Wait, that's strange, there must be something wrong with that!"

Hongxing seemed extremely agitated; despite pressing his temples harder and harder until they bled, he showed no signs of calming down, and his speech became increasingly rapid. Pointing to Minghui embracing Bailan in the white gap, Hongxing stared at Yuan Yuan incredulously, as if the person sitting before him was an evil god capable of influencing one's thoughts.

"This child is your daughter, isn't she? She's the daughter you personally acknowledged! But you just told me that the despair she experienced was all orchestrated by you?"

As he swung his arms forcefully, Hongxing's face contorted slightly.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you care about your child? Don't you think family is very important? When did Yuan Yuan ever push his own child into despair? Hey, are you really Yuan Yuan? Say something!"

Hongxing was incredibly excited, but Yuan Yuan remained calm. He sat in the stone chair, quietly watching Hongxing.

"What a pointless question. As a personality born from my memories, don't you know whether I am Yuan Yuan or not?"

Yuan Yuan's calm response not only failed to calm Hong Xing down, but instead further enraged him.

Grabbing Yuan Yuan by the collar, Hongxing stared intently into his eyes, her gaze burning with rage.

"I don't want you to answer this question; I want you to tell me why you treat your child this way!"

Yuan Yuan frowned slightly and gently tapped Hong Xing's hand. Before the enraged Hong Xing could react, he was suddenly struck by a tremendous force and sent flying a great distance, crashing heavily into the wall of the main hall and shattering a large section of the exquisite reliefs on the wall.

"Foolish! Do you think that by putting on an angry face I'll let you act so presumptuously in front of me? How laughable and childish."

Although he was embedded in the wall by the immense force, Hongxing was not injured. He suddenly exerted his strength and shattered the wall completely. Hongxing took two big steps forward, seemingly wanting to rush towards Yuan Yuan, but then stopped because he was worried about Yuan Yuan's reaction.

Standing still, seemingly oblivious to the dust and smoke billowing from the collapsing wall, Hongxing took several deep breaths. Although the veins on his forehead were still throbbing wildly, his tone had calmed down.

"Yuan Yuan, do you know when I gave up being your enemy and willingly became one of your clones?"

Yuan Yuan tilted his head, revealing a cold smile, and began to speak with interest.

"Oh, I really didn't know that. Tell me about it."

Staring coldly at Yuan Yuan, Hong Xing spoke in a deep voice, uttering words that sounded like molten lava churning beneath an iceberg.

"I gave up being your enemy the moment you introduced me to Karim and his children, when they first called me 'uncle.' The instant I heard the word 'uncle,' the emptiness that had haunted me since birth vanished completely. From that moment on, I knew how important family was to me. And though I hate to admit it, from that moment on, I considered you my brother, my family. I believed that at least when facing family, we were the same. But…"

Pointing once more to the ashes within the white crevice, the churning lava in Red Star's language grew increasingly frenzied, seemingly about to break free from the iceberg's restraints and erupt.

“Although Josephine was heartbroken because of this child, and therefore I don’t particularly like her, she truly has your blood flowing in her veins; she is your daughter, and you yourself have acknowledged her identity. Why are you still doing this? She is your family too!”

In the end, Red Star couldn't hold back and let out a low roar.

"Don't you know the reason? Because she's a test subject, a test subject for the Magic Furnace, which is very important to me. The design concept of the Magic Furnace is to break the limits of the body and soul through intense emotions, making oneself closer to perfection. And to make it easier for the test subjects to reach the extreme of emotion, I added external obsession and madness to them when I made them. So,"

Watching Hongxing grow increasingly furious, his body even trembling slightly, Yuan Yuan calmly spread his hands, forcing a smile devoid of genuine emotion.

"What I'm doing now is simply arranging experiments and stimulating the potential of the test subjects. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Hongxing swung his arm fiercely, as if trying to slap away something unseen in front of him, glaring angrily at Yuan Yuan.

"I don't care about any experiments or anything like that! I don't care about magic reactors, limits, perfection, or anything like that!! I'm not interested in any of that. I'm just asking you, Yuan Yuan, does this child have your bloodline? Did you personally acknowledge that she is your daughter?"

Watching the somewhat unreasonable Hong Xing, Yuan Yuan slowly withdrew his fake smile and spoke in a calm, almost frightening tone, about something that seemed unrelated to the current topic.

“Red Star, have you noticed that Hell has been growing slowly, both in size and in terms of the perfection of its rules? And after merging with me, its growth rate has accelerated a bit.”