The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　She will personally glimpse the secret hidden under the White Tower for more than three thousand years, witness the origin of the world, and witness the secret sealed by the goddess under this tower.

　"Miriam, you don't have to go," Alice turned around, "We don't know what's behind this door yet."

　"What are you talking about?" Miriam chuckled. "I have to protect you well. Otherwise, how can I explain this to Vivian?"

　"fool."

　Alice smiled bitterly, but didn't try to dissuade him.

　She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, calmed her emotions, and stabilized her spirit.

　Then, he took a step forward and passed through the painted gate.

　"Buzz!"

　Colorful and gorgeous.

　distortion.

　Countless fragments flashed through Alice's mind, like shards of glass piercing the palm of her hand, one after another.

　bleed.

　She saw countless exaggerated and distorted concepts, fragments that shouted the same name, then forked, spread, disintegrated, and reconstructed.

　Know how.

　Combination and mutual integration.

　Refactor.

　connection.

　Crimson... Deep red... Gold...

　Countless pictures, countless worlds.

　Deep space.

　A drop of water flew out of the eggshell, and the crystal starlight disintegrated it, but also reflected through it.

　弦。

　Strings weave the world together, God says, and the heaven and earth are expressed by the strings.

　"!"

　Alice opened her eyes suddenly and found herself standing in a pitch-black space.

　Countless whispers murmured in her ears. A layer of transparent, gelatinous light surrounded the dark space, and the gel contained starlight.

　The starlight was whispering, and the illusion Alice had just experienced when she passed through it was caused by it.

　That seems to represent... a myriad of concepts.

　What they express is something that is discrete in nature, yet held together by something.

　In the center of the dark space, Alice saw a strange creature.

　It was a dilapidated sphere of gray iron color, and the steel surface had a color that Alice had never seen before, as if it was some unknown alloy.

　Simple and smooth pipes followed the contours of the sphere. It was a mechanical structure that Alice had never seen before.

　In the center of the sphere is a string window, which is full of cracks and reflects colorful colors.

　Behind the string window, the outline of a silver skull was torn into pieces.

　"What's this?"

　"Stairway 3 Separation Chamber."

　A clear female voice came from behind. Alice and Miriam turned around and saw Pearlis walking towards them through the Door of Painting.

　She walked between the two of them, approached the spherical structure, and looked up at the silver skull behind the string window.

　"From a world far away."

　"A distant world...?" Alice murmured.

　"You don't need to understand. This has nothing to do with your world." Perlis shook her head gently. "This is... an aftermath. The vibrations from the strings resonated from all over the small garden, converging here and forming your world."

　She looked very calm, without a trace of emotion on her soft and pretty face.

　"Miss Alice, what do you think, if there is a consciousness that desires to control everything, from the movement of the sun, moon, and stars to the trajectory of civilization, and it desires to rule, or even surpass, then what will such a consciousness become?"

　"...God?" Alice murmured softly.

　"False gods."

　Perlis shook her head, her eyes deep:

　"Those who possess enough power to control everything will never be able to gain the consciousness to control that power, such as Hongyue."

　"And those who possess sufficient consciousness to desire to control everything will never be able to gain the power to control everything."

　"The Ancient Gods, or the Unspeakable, are destined to be unconscious and insensible. They possess no consciousness, only instinct."

　"Instinct determines the direction of their expansion. Some swallow up surrounding star regions, some fill galaxies with nebulae, and some collapse stars into black holes, forever trapping themselves within an inescapable event horizon..."

　"These ancient beings were born from discrete concepts. They are the demons of concepts, the towering trees destined to grow on the proposition of the world, and the interpretation of the madness of this small garden..."

　"To these beings, the gods of your world are nothing more than powerful angels."

　"To them, civilization is nothing more than wildflowers and weeds among their roots. The slightest mishap will turn them to ashes in an instant."

　"But one day, from the infinite concept, an alien appeared."

　"He seems to have been born from civilization, countless civilizations destroyed by the mad starry nights."

　"Those civilizations don't have barriers protecting their worlds from the real starry sky, like your Tranquil Starry Sea."

　“In every civilization, there are bound to be some individuals who are born to look up at the stars, longing to gain an all-seeing vision that transcends everything.”

　"At some point they will realize that the world is ultimately unstable, that civilization is like a child standing on the edge of a cliff, and that it will fall into the abyss of destruction with just a slight gust of wind."

　Most of these individuals died in madness. Some headed for the mad stars, some died in a dream, and some painted the crazy and abstract starry sky in their eyes on the canvas, and then walked towards the wheat field at the end of their lives.

　, and ended his own life with a gun.”

　"In every world, they are called madmen, sane madmen."

　"Though those madmen died, the marks they left on history have never faded. Countless madmen have died as testimonies, carving that mark deeper and deeper."

　"Finally one day, they carved their own existence into history."

　"The unspeakable grew from the riverbed of concepts, and the flood of billions of years broke through the dam and washed across the starry sea in an instant."

　“He wants to draw a string on a concept, and then use this string to pry nature and manipulate nature.”

　"His instinct is to manipulate."

　“His name is…”

　Perlis took a deep breath:

　"The painter of the strings, the shepherd of the stars."

　“He is the cartographer of destiny’s latitudes, the composer of the melody of cause and effect, and the fisherman fishing in the sea of ​​stars.”

　"He created Shepherd's Star, your world, at the intersection of the strings. He used this world as a chessboard, attempting to create the Shepherd's Star String that could bind the stars."

　"He created the three original gods: the Star Sea, the Dark Moon, and the Sun, representing destiny, truth, and life respectively."

　“He allowed them to emanate downward as the apex of this world, ultimately creating the angels in the garden and all the peoples of the nations.”

　"Everything is linked by a pyramid structure. The anchor of a planet weaves a trace of intelligence for Him—intelligence sufficient to manipulate the Red Moon."

　"The Red Moon was his starting point. He could have achieved his goal. If the ancient Moon of Destiny hadn't rebelled out of instinct and destroyed the old garden, he might have successfully forged the Shepherd's Star String using all living things in this world."

　"However, as you can see, the Star Sea Goddess used her spine to seal the String Painter's anchor point here, preventing him from breaking free until now."

　Perlis's gaze fell on the string window of the space capsule, and she looked at the silver skeleton inside the window with a complicated expression.

　After listening to her story, Alice spoke cautiously:

　"That skeleton... is the String Painter?"

　"No, that skull was merely the starting point for the birth of the Painter of the Strings. He is dead now, but the mark he left on history has become the final piece of the Painter of the Strings puzzle."

　Perlis said lightly.

　Miriam looked at her profile and asked cautiously:

　"Ms. Perlis, do you know him...?"

　"Ah."

　Perlis nodded slightly.

　Through the broken porthole of the space capsule, Perlis whispered:

　"That skeleton came from a distant world. It belonged to a mad scholar who tried to dominate everything."

　"His name is..."

　"Laplace von Valantia."

　PS: From this chapter on, we will unravel all the foreshadowing layer by layer. It is recommended that you turn on the "No Spoiler Mode" and only discuss the relevant plot in the chapter comments. Do not mention it in the comment area, book reviews, or book club groups to protect the reading experience of other book friends~

Chapter 606: Mad God, Parricide, and Young Angel (Part 6) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Laplace von Valantia.

　After hearing this name, ripples appeared in Alice's mind.

　She didn't know who this was, but when she passed through the Door of Painting, some discrete images seemed to be related to this name.

　She saw the first saint, Arcadia Thane, half-kneeling on the ground and receiving the baptism of the first cluster of golden branches.

　And at the end of the baptism, there seemed to be whispers coming from inside the door.

　The voice said:

　"Go, spread the word."

　"Where the White Tower stands is the City of Scholars."

　"Name it, Academi."

　"Academi."

　Perlis whispered:

　"The owner of this skeleton was once the ruler of a dictatorial state, also called Academi."

　"The Painter of the Strings is very clever. He used a concept related to this skeleton to pollute the First Saint, Arcadia."

　"Saint Arcadia named the city-state beneath the author's White Tower Academi, and passed it on as a divinely bestowed name. He even had every scholar who contributed to the city-state bear the name von Academi, thus engraving it into history."

　"Everyone knows that Academi means the City of Scholars. It's home to the world's most elite scholars, boasts the most advanced institutions, and is also the starting point of the Steam Revolution."

　"The name of the Citadel of Academi has been celebrated throughout the world for millennia, and all accusations point to this skeleton, ultimately allowing it to gain a glimpse into reality."

　"Through this influence, He eventually let His voice flow through the tainted Sword of Dawn, conveying a message to you, asking you to open this door."

　“Thus, His anchor being free, He is free.”

　As soon as she finished speaking, Alice felt her scalp tingle.

　"You mean, we released..."

　"Don't consider this your fault, because He has only liberated a trace of His will. For an ancient being, this is only a matter of time."

　Perlis walked to the space capsule and looked up.

　"And what we get is the key to changing our destiny."

　After saying that, Perlis stretched out her hand, and a white light flashed across the porthole of the space capsule.

　As blurred spots of light splashed out, the holographic image formed by the nebula spread into the space.

　Under the holographic halo, Alice saw flowers.

　"That is..."

　"The flowers stolen by the Star Sea Goddess from the sea of ​​flowers are the tools that carry the divine power."

　Perlis said, turning to look at Alice: