Didn't fish it!?
Cheng Shi was dumbfounded. He had originally thought that the biggest gain from that despair was the Fun God benefiting from it, stealing a wisp of [Origin] power.
After seeking an audience with [Death], Cheng Shi had always believed that this was the Fun God's motive for writing this script!
But if even the Fun God had zero harvest, then what did everything he had experienced count as?
Count it as
being able to endure it? Count it as
being unlucky?
Cheng Shi fell silent.
For the first ti, he felt such sympathy yet hatred toward fishing empty-handed.
One must know, this change that ended in tragedy wasn't just as simple as failing to fish the [Origin] power, because triggering the change also consud the Fun God's original [Origin] power. Only expenditures and no inco equated to a massive loss!
But listening to the Fun God's words, He clearly still needed [Origin] power to do sothing. So how would this deficit be resolved?
"Is there still a way?"
Cheng Shi focused his gaze and raised his head, eting that equally solemn pair of starry eyes.
"No." [Deceit] shook His head.
"..."
The light in Cheng Shi's eyes wavered.
Perhaps sensing that His follower was returning to despair, that pair of eyes suddenly changed their ice-coldness and laughed out loud.
"Just tricking you."
"!!!!!"
Cheng Shi's scalp went numb. He widened his eyes, staring at that pair of eyes in disbelief. He actually thought he had heard wrong, but when he saw the corners of those eyes showing signs of lifting slightly, he darkened his face, raised his hand and just said a sentence:
"You..."
Forget it, it wasn't easy for Him either.
For the sake of the Fear Faction, the Clown ultimately endured his impulse. But in the next second:
"...Motherfucker, still deceiving people at a ti like this!"
"..."
Cheng Shi's expression was spectacular. He gently shifted his line of sight without saying a word.
What Brother Mouth cursed has nothing to do with , but this sentence definitely deserves a like for Brother Mouth. He withdrew his hand and quietly gave a thumbs-up.
[Deceit] took in everything in His eyes. He sneered, not punishing the blasphers, but rather saying faintly:
"Why do you think I wrote the script for this change?"
Cheng Shi froze, his brows tightly furrowed. "Wasn't it for the power of [Origin]?"
[Deceit] shook His head, then nodded again:
"It was. But that was a fallback thod temporarily changed after the Clown refused to beco the fixed destiny.
I have said before, the fortunate find it hard to see the misfortune of others. Thus by the sa logic, those with hope find it hard to see the despair of others.
The Clown, as the protagonist of the era's tragedy, was filled with despair during that curtain call performance. Little did he know that soone who wasn't in despair wouldn't be able to write such a tragedy either...
At that ti, I was even more in despair than the Clown."
"!!!"
Cheng Shi was dumbfounded. He looked at those eyes where the spirals had stagnated, and countless despairing scenes he experienced surged into his mind once more.
"To seek stability, [Ti] never allowed
to leave this Starry Sky.
But purely confined to a corner, how could we talk about resisting [Origin]? Without taking a look at the Real Universe, how could I know what the other s were doing?
Holding such expectations, I grafted Mockery and Jeering to the crevices of [Existence], borrowing [Ti]'s power to escape the Fence. That's right, it was precisely the ti you sought an audience with [Birth].
I thought I would be able to find selves with the sa will in the broader universe... Yes, I did indeed find them, but what I found more of were Their corpses.
I never thought that after stepping into the Real Universe, what thods, insights, clues, guidance, answers... there were absolutely none of them. All I received was endless fear and suffocating despair.
Every single one. I can't even count how many slice universes I continuously observed. In every single slice universe, [Fate] had never survived the beginning of the era!
Countless tis I experienced the pain of losing Him, yet I still had to seek the answer I wanted within it. But there was no answer either... I only found countless corpses of myself.
The Cetery of Gods.
You have already been there.
I discovered countless selves in the Graveyard. Even more terrifying was that I found a Divine Throne in the Graveyard!
It was precisely that Divine Throne you secretly brought back. I know you brought it back, and I also brought one back."
As He spoke, [Deceit] materialized a Divine Throne before Cheng Shi's eyes.
Cheng Shi was already unable to speak. He didn't know what he should say, only tremblingly taking out the Divine Throne he had obtained just the sa.
The two Divine Thrones were placed together just like this, one high and one low, looking exactly like the 'stairs' leading to the Creator's Divine Throne!
But it's a pity, these stairs had no beginning and no end, only this one section...
"You might be very puzzled about who exactly pieced together this Divine Throne, but I am not in doubt. Because the mont I saw this Divine Throne, I knew that there were already [Deceit]s who chose to give up!
Do you still rember what [Fate] said? This is a will born together with Him. Within the Universe, aside from Him and , no one knows what true fixed destiny is.
Yet this Divine Throne actually appeared in that Cetery..."
Hearing this, Cheng Shi finally understood.
[Fate] fell at the beginning of the era. Only the corpses of [Deceit] were in the Corpse Field of Gods. That ant this Divine Throne could only have been pieced together by a certain [Deceit] before death!
But [Deceit] was a god who wholeheartedly wanted to resist [Origin]. He detested that Divine Throne to the extre. How could He possibly piece together that Divine Throne?
So the answer was very clear. Among countless [Deceit]s, not one of Them had found the answer to resist. Under despair, finally there were [Deceit]s who couldn't bear the heavy pressure and pieced together that Divine Throne.
Perhaps He wanted to use [Fate]'s thod to go et that Creator, to question [Him] why He had to treat [Void] like this. Or perhaps He had already submitted to [Origin]'s oppressive might, no longer able to generate any remaining strength to resist. Or perhaps...
No matter what, that [Deceit] 'submitted'.
And this scene, to the [Deceit] who went to the Real Universe to seek answers, was undoubtedly a devastating blow.
[Origin] was invincible.
These short few words were actually like a gigantic mountain, pinning all the Foolish Old n who wanted to move the mountain to the bottom.
Cheng Shi felt he could barely catch his breath. He truly couldn't imagine how despairing and how broken [Deceit] must have been at that ti.
Admittedly, the fixed destiny had always been the protagonist of the world, and the Universe was all gazing at the fixed destiny. But people had forgotten that gods were also living creatures!
Even if They stood high above overlooking the Universe, in this Creator's experint, They were nothing more than one of the 'weak and small' living creatures unable to resist within countless petri dishes.
They also had emotions, beliefs, and wills. And all of this was brutally destroyed by a Divine Throne appearing in a corpse pit.
That pair of starry eyes quietly closed. This was the first ti [Deceit] displayed a posture with closed eyes in front of Cheng Shi.
"I have set foot there more than once, and know that Divine Thrones there will be continuously 'produced'...
Every ti a defective Divine Throne is born, it represents another
who chose to give up during the struggle.
The good news is, even if they chose to give up, not a single [Deceit] truly surrendered. That Divine Throne was nothing more than Their most unwilling wicked thought before death.
The bad news is, I was crushed by despair, and also developed such wicked thoughts.
After returning from the Real Universe, I began preparing the era's curtain call.
This endless experint must eventually have an end point. I hoped to personally write this end point. Only like this would countless [Deceit]s and [Fate]s stop continuing to bear the pain of [Void] and the suffering of the experint.
Thus I activated the Change Authority, and wrote down this curtain call performance.
I was still conflicted at that ti. Given that no [Deceit] had ever chosen to submit, do I truly want to submit to [Origin] and offer [Him] the ultimate sacrifice?"
"...You did not want to. You consistently did not want to submit. So you pressed this choice onto the Clown's head!"
Cheng Shi laughed loudly, but this laughter sounded entirely like crying.
"This is the reason why the Outer God insisted I actively submit, right!
As long as I said I was willing, You would betray all [Deceit]s, using this so-called fixed destiny to end this Creator's experint that obliterates humanity and divinity. Is that so!?"
"..."
[Deceit] fell silent. After a long while, He nodded and said, "Yes."
"Then what if the
at that ti had truly chosen to give up, and chosen to beco the fixed destiny? Would You... truly have forged
into that Divine Throne and offered it to [Origin], in exchange for [His] downward glance or the end of the experint?"
Cheng Shi asked word by word, shuddering all over.
[Deceit] opened His eyes. The spirals in those eyes almost collapsed and dispersed. He looked toward Cheng Shi, and nodded again unyieldingly firmly:
"I would."
"..." Cheng Shi clenched both fists tightly, blood dripping down from between his fingers.
"As long as you agreed, I would.
But I knew, you would never agree.
Because among these countless universes, there might be submitting [Deceit]s, but there has never been a submitting fixed destiny!
The Clown saved his Benefactor once, right in that era's tragedy that had long since dropped its curtain."
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