Accompanied by the peculiar force diverting the space capsule, Hal Locke saw a sight he had never seen before.
It wasn't the star sea, it wasn't a ray storm, it wasn't a teor.
The dark universe was suddenly "peeled open," a description bizarre yet imnsely accurate.
It was as if cracks appeared in an eggshell, letting light from the outside flood in, only to be quickly obscured by shadows.
Through those cracks, Hal saw a pair of... eyes!
"Boom"
His body, will, and soul disintegrated and lted in an instant. Hal Locke couldn't describe those "eyes," they exceeded all known concepts, surpassing the limits of his understanding. He only felt fear, endless fear that prevented his soul from ceasing its disintegration.
At that mont, the entire world seed peeled away, the vast universe becoming infinitely small.
Everything began to present its details to the utmost, all to unveil the "mysteries" to those eyes.
He was unknown!
He was great!
He was the source of everything, an existence beyond the knowledge and imagination of any life, surpassing concepts and logic, a sovereign above nihility.
Hal Locke, possessing an extraordinary soul, believed that even facing a true Divine, he could remain true to himself, daring to blasphe Divine, even wanting to blasphe Divine.
But regarding those eyes, he dared not.
He would originally lose himself in an instant, turning to dust in space.
Yet, none of this happened.
Hal Locke survived, the "master" of those eyes seemingly intrigued by a tiny ant, bestowed sothing upon him.
But if he could, Hal Locke would rather not have this gift.
"Boom!"
The endless roar began to torture Hal's soul; he gained mysterious knowledge.
It was the truth, the truth that would truly drive Hal Locke into madness, leading to his self-destruction.
Inside the space capsule, this mutant who recklessly succeeded in becoming immobile, his past paralysis, loneliness-induced pain all diminished, genuine pain beyond his tolerance was gradually dismantling all his being.
Hal Locke, with a crazed look, stared wide-eyed, vacantly dead, tears continuously streaming out, drenching his seemingly lifeless face.
In the nonexistent illusion domain, Tang Qi struggled to resist looking at those eyes, rely listening to the roar in Hal Locke's mind.
He acquired hidden knowledge: the world truth.
"This world is fake."
"Everything, our planet, this universe... all created by so 'laboratory.'
"History is fabricated, all major events deliberately driven, powerful life forms manufactured, used as test subjects for observation and amusent."
"Everything we do, combat, love, joy, sorrow, anger... all designed, everyone, every life including this world, tools for so species to please that 'great existence.'
...
The "horror" Tang Qi felt lasted several seconds, those eyes blinked and moved away.
In the illusion domain, his eyes too widened slightly.
Surprise? Or perhaps fright as well.
Tang Qi hadn't anticipated that simply by choosing an epic tragicody world at random, he would so fortunately encounter a trendously powerful existence.
At that mont, Tang Qi sowhat understood the awkwardness of his predecessor [Epic, Tragicody, and God of Decline, riles], he wasn't a weak god, he was striving towards the powerful god position.
But due to the authority he held, he probably needed to be extrely cautious, a slight carelessness could lead him to an unsolvable existence.
Like that scene just now, if the one that leapt wasn't Tang Qi but riles.
Even with just a "glance," despite being across the vanished tiline, it's hard to guarantee the owner of those eyes wouldn't notice him.
If the other harbored malice, riles' demise would be hard to avoid.
Tang Qi, having advance warning, didn't make eye contact with those eyes.
Yet even through the illusion domain, epic tragicody, and the three-layer barrier of the vanished tiline, the information perceived still left Tang Qi trendously shocked.
"Dominator level? No, more powerful."
"That sense of horror, definitely more terrifying than facing the [Lord of Light], [Rotten Father God], even surpassing the Destiny Bitch."
"The only comparable ones are the Big Octopuses and... the Origin God Race?"
"But how is this possible?"
"When did boundless mystery produce such an existence, what would his exalted na be?"
A torrent of perplexing thoughts erged. Tang Qi was sure he never had contact with the owner of those eyes.
But inexplicably, he always felt a faint sense of familiarity.
As Tang Qi traced back his mory, seeking the source of that familiarity, Hal Locke continued to collapse, descending into madness.
It was quite understandable, any intelligent life experiencing such would likely feel this way.
Your existence, the world, your life, and emotions, all are false, designed, and continuously observed.
The vast nihility of the universe is actually within so laboratory.
Hal lives on, still sensing, purely because the master of those eyes bestowed sothing keeping him alive.
But who can guarantee this isn't yet another manipulation, another cruel joke?
After all, that eye's master is exactly the object being pleased.
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