265: Chapter 246: Are You Worthy?
265: Chapter 246: Are You Worthy?
“Who am I?
Where am I?
Where am I going?”
These three philosophical questions that humanity must always face are, for so people, the uncertainties they must face every day.
Upon rising from a bed full of books and trinkets, he casually takes a green toothbrush from one of several cups.
When he looks in the mirror, he always greets his reflection cheerfully.
“Oh, so this is what I look like today?
Hello, Yuan Dunxing.”
In the mirror, there are a dozen or more people…
or perhaps even more.
With different faces, races, and genders, they all greet him with the sa gesture.
“Hello, Yuan Dunxing.”
“Yuan Dunxing” stands in the center of the arena, where, as he anticipated, he becos the protagonist of fate, his mind a jumble of chaos.
Devouring and storing Life Essence and souls with a gourt’s appetite and using a human-skin book to record experiences, knowledge, and skills.
Fusing them together when necessary, such a brilliant idea can infinitely promote oneself without any repercussions…
but is it really so?
“Hello, Yuan…
never mind, a na is just a symbol.
We’ll think of it when it cos to mind.”
Yuan Dunxing likes mirrors because they make him feel less lonely and serve to remind him of his appearance that day.
Is he a man?
A woman?
A child?
Or a frail old man?
He enjoys being watched, likes the nurous audience mbers because they serve as even better mirrors than the physical ones.
He needs their applause, awe, and screams to determine who he really is.
And now, on stage, aren’t there two spectators?
Hehe, the audience of fate, witnessing the mont of my butterfly transformation.
“Let the contract take effect; I want to inherit my legacy…”
A small pouch on the floor drifts to his hand,
The previously signed “Legacy Contract” has already taken effect, and “Lu Ping’an” has received his share of the inheritance.
One after another, human-skin books open around “Lu Ping’an” as various lives unfold around him.
On the other hand, the rewards for the “Life Election” winner continue to pour in.
As the winner, he gains everything from the “Loser,” including the remains of the Life Mother Tree and the big cat, which gradually try to integrate into his newborn flesh…
including the remains of the forr “Sophist,” along with countless Life Essence and soul fragnts.
As the calculations beco reality, he imdiately reclaims his part.
When the books respond positively to him, he laughs with delight.
To him, these books are not just his power; they are his most cherished collection, his lifelong hobby, and his…
very essence.
“Today, which mask should I wear?
Which book should I open?”
Countless data swirls around him as he is filled with joy…
Before this, his limit was to control five books simultaneously, but now at least twenty books are responding to him!
A surging life force continuously flows into him from the Mother Tree.
As the winner of the “Slayer God,” he is obtaining everything.
If previously these were just “illusions,” now countless true sacrifices have beco offerings to the Mother Tree, and three sixth-tier strongn have beco the most nutritious part of it.
“Heh, it’s worth releasing the ssage and luring them here…”
Pure Life Source Force pouring into his small body, his strength escalates infinitely, and in the anti…
“…Who am I?
Who released the ssage?”
Chaotic thoughts flash by, and mories from the past latch onto his heart once again.
One by one, the human-skin scriptures unfold before him, revealing various life stories, making him increasingly confused.
Speeding without brakes is like carelessly plunging into a bottomless abyss.
“Swallowing life and souls into your body, restricting them through contracts and your intestines, is a good idea…
but how can you guarantee that their flesh and blood won’t rge with yours, and their souls won’t beco your true spirit?”
Just don’t digest them after eating?
It’s not that simple.
The frenzied Sophist enjoys reading other people’s lives, imrsing himself in them, and constantly transforming himself into the protagonist of their stories.
However, as he proceeds…
the stage becos empty.
He is the perforr, the audience, and the behind-the-scenes staff.
Drawn from countless life stories, an enormous amount of souls eventually rge together.
It is a simring pot, in which many souls, individuals, and lives are mixed in chaotic flesh.
The original Yuan Dunxing?
The first Sophist?
Hehe, as he said it himself…
“Does it matter?”
“…If he can overco the crisis of self-collapse, Lu Ping’an will be his best supplent…”
Not long ago, the big cat’s judgnt hadn’t been wrong.
This guy had been on the verge of self-collapse from the beginning…
if he even had a self to begin with.
When the excessively chaotic, turbid, and ssy souls are unzipped, even the firm-willed “Lu Ping’an” instantly dissolves into them…
It’s the crushing of quantity and quality, the engulfnt of the chaotic ocean over a small stream.
“I am who I am, you can call Yuan Dunxing or Lu Ping’an.”
“Really?
Since you can accept that form, why did you abandon your past life?
That previous life is completely dead, and the current ‘you’ is just a completely new life.”
Inside the sea of souls, “Patient Lu Ping’an,” who’s being lted, smiles eerily, already seeing through everything.
“Mocking yourself isn’t exactly a good thing.” On the other side of the Sea of Chaos, a larger, more dominant soul says so.
Although they are mocking each other, they have already beco a part of the “ocean” and have completely rged together; they are one person now….
“You can’t deceive yourself, you’ve set up such a huge plot, even letting your true self die, just because you can’t bear it any longer, you’re on the verge of a total collapse, becoming a piece of rotten flesh with no ideals.”
The question “Lu Ping’an” asks is real.
Such a perfect evolution path, how could a fourth-tier bear it completely?
The Sophist had already reached the edge of collapse.
“….That’s just the past.
At least now, we still have a future, we can cooperate.
To avoid repeating the sa mistakes, this ti, our two parts will beco the sole main body…..”
Above the murky sea of souls, there are only two most powerful soul fragnts battling for the dominance of the newborn life.
However, that “Lu Ping’an” doesn’t seem very motivated, even though it’s his body, he just completely lets go.
At this mont, facing the temptation of another “self,” “Lu Ping’an” smiles, laughs eerily and louder, as if enjoying the clown’s slapstick performance.
“Hahaha, it’s too late.
Too late…..”
He lts like this, finally becoming a part of the Sea of Chaos.
But the victorious “Sophist” is a bit at a loss.
He has already prepared for a long battle and has prepared for the psychological temptation like a puppet spirit, so why did he give up so easily?
“Why?
We were about to get the key to suppress everything….”
“…..Too late, too late…”
Only the echo of the dissipating soul lingers in the ocean of souls.
Yuan Dunxing can’t understand.
The plan has already been a huge success, hasn’t it?
He’s about to have…
the Talent Ability to suppress everything!
How to bring the chaotic professional system into order?
How to suppress and clarify the turbidity within the body?
Opt for an even more ruthless backbone pillar!
Within Yuan Dunxing’s plan, after conquering the Sacred Beast, his new body would acquire Abnormal Abilities from “history.” Even if not as perfect as the genuine Lu Ping’an, it should be enough to suppress his chaos.
According to the nature of the stage of fate, as the victor in dire straits, he should receive what he desires most.
Using the high-level life Abnormal Ability as the core, he can reorganize all the professional systems and make a fresh start.
This ti, he just has to be more careful and build the core personality on Lu Ping’an and Yuan Dunxing, so he wouldn’t get lost again.
As long as he keeps moving forward, better scenery is just a matter of ti.
He has already planned for the future.
By possessing the Talent Abilities that suppress everything, he would also establish the Divine Foundation for ascension.
He could also adjust the life source power within his body.
True Gods…
The door of the Mother Goddess would open for him.
“Why did you say ‘it’s too late,’ when we are about to get the Talent Abilities…
Wait a second, why, you already have the Talent Abilities!!
Why!
Xia Qin!
X-07!”
Finally, the outburst of emotions ends the ntal dialogue, causing “Lu Ping’an” to roar the keyword in reality.
“X-07 potion?
Hahaha, it seems, you finally got ‘my’ mory.
Happy?
Enjoy?
Takeout food just got here, I’ve already spit on it!
Haha.”
Xia Qin’s expression on the other side is subtle.
She finally understands why she was entrusted with such an essential task as “giving an injection upon eting,” using a precious potion worth thousands on a “fake person.”
X-07 potion, the previously ntioned “Ability awakening” potion, its sole purpose is to awaken an Abnormal Ability to the user.
Although the survival rate and awakening rate are astonishingly high, the awakened ones are mostly rubbish Abilities.
“Pain-relief Ability…
What kind of damned rubbish Ability is this!”
At this mont, the newborn “Divine Son” completely falls into anger and madness.
The “Lu Ping’an” in Historical Secret Realm can’t be killed.
If killed, the next Lu Ping’an’s whereabouts would be unknown.
So, instead, give him a shot of potion in advance to possess an Abnormal Ability, preventing history from repeating itself.
After all, the focus of “history” is the downfall of Big Cat.
What happens afterward doesn’t really matter, right?
This is just a precaution made in advance.
Lu Ping’an bets that other Mother Goddess believers, for the sake of “ritual integrity,” could only do so much to “Lu Ping’an.” In fact, the Sophist dares not interfere with “Lu Ping’an’s” soul and mory.
If it were deed as his puppet, the plan would utterly fail.
Lu Ping’an wins the bet.
Destruction is much easier than creating.
“I know your target is ‘Lu Ping’an,’ and I know the key to the ceremony is ‘Abnormal Ability.’ How could I not do sothing in advance…
Enjoy?
How’s my spit taste?
Haha.”
Lu Ping’an on the stands smiles like an antagonist.
Of course, he has a reason to be smug.
Even if Yuan Dunxing could gain infinite life force through “Slayer God” and turn it into his new body and power, what he desires most is dood to be impossible.
He can’t transform all the harvest from Slayer God into his “Newborn Abnormal Ability.”
Without acquiring an Abnormal Ability as an inlet for divine power and a cornerstone for laying the foundation of a skyscraper with a “high-level life Abnormal Ability,” how long can your fragile mortal body hold onto the vast power and life force?
Even if you have far more power than before at this mont…
So what?
Like you said, does it matter?
“You want to seize the Divine Foundation for ascension?
Do you even deserve it?”
In the midst of mockery, Lu Ping’an makes the first move.
The just-unfolded “Redemption” becos the first wave of the offensive.
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