Foolish Game of the Chapter 769: A Hellish Joke from the Tower of Logic

This was unquestionably a hellish joke courtesy of Truth's followers. It wasn't funny — but it was definitely hellish.

Cheng Shi's ears were ringing. He'd thought the Creation Alchemy Departnt had already taken "being inhuman" to its limit, but apparently the Life Extension Departnt had dark horses of its own?

'This near-genocidal... no, this faith-genocidal slaughter — didn't it provoke resistance from the Nature Alliance?'

Wang Mou was perceptive. He clearly read Cheng Shi's confusion. But his answer made this already-unfunny hellish joke considerably more hellish.

"Resistance?

There was certainly resistance. But only Prosperity's followers fought back in earnest.

Birth's followers were imprisoned, yes, but under the Tower of Logic's catalytic thods, their reproductive rate far surpassed anything they'd achieved naturally. Before long, a new generation of Birth followers erged — ones forged under Truth's oppression. They ca to believe that this oppression wasn't necessarily a bad thing; at the very least, it was hastening their path toward their Benefactor. So these people gradually chose acceptance.

Of course, you could also understand it as them becoming more devout under 'persecution.'

Death's followers... go without saying. Thanks to their own cooperation, those congregations vanished from Tower of Logic territory in short order.

As for Prosperity — scattered resistance without allies was far too insignificant against the entire Truth state apparatus.

Their one stroke of luck was that once the Tower chose Birth followers as experintal material, they spared the remaining uncaptured Prosperity believers. Those survivors seized the breathing room, migrating en masse to the southwest, far from the Tower, where they rged with the local rainforest tribes and avoided the subsequent series of calamities.

So sotis resistance is futile. Only by leaping clear of the crisis-ridden environnt can one earn a sliver of respite. Wouldn't you agree, Fate Weaver?"

Cheng Shi arched a brow. 'This Wang Mou does love his taphors. Perhaps that's why he wanted to leave that other world?'

'Is the 0221 of that world even more radical than this one?'

But compared to so intangible parallel-world 0221, Cheng Shi was far more interested in this experint's outco. Mortals could not create a god. Even if they could, they certainly couldn't create one sanctioned by Origin.

After all, no matter how convoluted the tiline, no matter how many slices the universe held, Origin was unquestionably the ultimate. It was He who bestowed Authority and divine nas, giving rise to the current sixteen true gods.

So the experint had definitely failed. But if this ancient Life Extension experint was dood from the start, why was 0221 replicating it?

Cheng Shi was baffled. He could only try linking the reason to whatever else had caused the historical experint to fail. So he asked again:

"How did the experint fail?"

Wang Mou was a scholar who never hoarded knowledge. As he put it, he had always practiced true Truth doctrine: knowledge should circulate.

"You're sharp, Fate Weaver — jumping straight to the crux. But I haven't been able to find his logic for replicating this experint in those reasons either.

Because this faith-massacre experint wasn't halted by internal disagreent. It was forcibly terminated by external pressure.

Yes — you've probably guessed it. The Grand Tribunal.

As the largest power in the Land of Hope at the ti, the Grand Tribunal had long wanted to reclaim the 'lost territory' where Truth's faith had taken root. But constrained by so-called 'faith equity,' they hadn't found an opening — until this experint began. With the Nature Alliance's accusations and support, the Iron Law Knights rode straight through the Tower of Logic's borders.

Under Order's encirclent and pressure, the Erudition Presidium — feeble as it was — had no choice but to abandon the experint and hand over the lead researcher as the sole 'criminal.'

This chapter of history is deeply buried. Very few know it. Both the Tower of Logic's records and the Grand Tribunal's archives blurred the deal that was struck. Had I not personally lived through that era, I wouldn't know any of this, nor would this experint have left such a profound impression on .

His knowledge of this experint most likely ca from , as well.

You understand what I an — every prior version of

had to surrender our mories."

Wang Mou showed no bitterness over his past treatnt. He recounted it all in a flat, matter-of-fact tone.

"So I can't figure out why he's replicating this experint. Perhaps we're overlooking sothing."

'Overlooking sothing?'

Cheng Shi furrowed his brow too, racking his brain alongside the doctor for the answer — convinced that it was the key to understanding the current experint. But Hu Wei clearly had other priorities. He stopped in his tracks, his expression severe:

"Enough. We've learned plenty. We're not here to study experint types or history lessons. We're here for the divinity-assembly thod.

Doctor — you know this place best. Where do you think we'll find leads?"

Wang Mou shook his head earnestly:

"This experint contains no divinity-assembly component. What it has is rely physical amalgamation of faith vessels. So we've been misled — his inspiration didn't co from this experint.

What I still can't figure out is why he captured such a massive number of players for this. He turned what could have been a covert operation into sothing this conspicuous.

He only needed to quietly abduct a batch of players, and they could have bred endlessly — completing the experint right under everyone's noses, assuming it could ever produce results...

And from what we've seen, he's clearly using these near-mindless Birth newborns to stitch together the deity he wants to create. That does improve efficiency — these almost purely faithful newborns would never think to abandon their faith, letting the stitched aggregate beco more cohesive.

But... everything has pros and cons. The Tower scholars rejected this approach precisely because they feared the resulting 'deity' would be uncontrollable. These newborn-like lifeforms have virtually no intelligence to speak of.

Case in point: the mother-tree now charging our way is a product of faith mutation. It doesn't deserve the title 'deity.' It can't even pass for a wild god. It's nothing more than an abomination — a contorted aggregate of Birth's will. It resembles the kind of monstrosity described in the ancient records of the Life Era: sothing akin to Go Lis, the Life servant-god, before her initial ascension."

"!!!"

'Who?!'

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