"Su Ming’an seems intent on acting against us, why is he wrapping us up?"
"Quick... let’s go."
"If Su Ming’an acts against , I’ll never like him again. I’ll unfollow him! Hit back!" Uncle Li gritted his teeth.
But Su Ming’an remained indifferent.
He called out softly, "Su Rin."
Imdiately, a door, pure white as snow, opened beside him, intricately carved with angels and wings, and a young man in a trench coat appeared, arms crossed, walking out leisurely.
Su Ming’an lightly exclaid, "I didn’t know when you could co so promptly."
The Cloud City God glanced at him, "I’ve been tracking these people nearby." He coldly glanced at the people wrapped up by white tentacles, "I really can’t stand them."
A group of Lucky Ones, so are even afraid of killing chickens, and yet, they still wildly plunder others’ lives.
If these people were to stand here in their true forms, they would barely reach the edge of royalty. It is only because of the "Lord of Dreams" that these people have the vision and arrogance akin to the high dinsions.
No need for Su Ming’an to say much, the palm of the Cloud City God glowed with pure white brilliance.
The next mont, the struggling people quieted down, their heads drooping, appearing to have fallen into slumber.
Those who "wear the book" enter through soul crossing. By chance, the Cloud City God can directly extract their souls, completely suppressing them.
"Are you going to obliterate their souls entirely?" Su Ming’an asked.
"I will examine their experiences." The Cloud City God replied indifferently, "For those who are kind (or seeking goodness), a minor punishnt as a major warning. Those who have committed sins, they will be killed without pardon."
Su Ming’an’s brow furrowed... Such scrutiny of sin is indeed befitting of a genuine god.
At that mont, a mirror fell from the embrace of a townfolk, reflecting a beauty with gold shoulder-length hair, ocean-blue eyes, and fiery red lips. Her features exhibited both grace and health, even with only the upper torso visible, her swan-like neck and delicate collarbone could be seen.
"Ding Dong!" The sound of a system notification rang.
...
[You have obtained the Supre Lord’s appearance (2/5)]
...
Su Ming’an was taken aback, gazing at the mirror, his expression unbelievable.
...
[You have triggered the deduction mode.]
[Clue Four · One-Fifth of the Supre Lord’s Appearance: You’ve discovered the Supre Lord is a strikingly beautiful human female. Previously, you found the Supre Lord to be a plain-looking human male.]
[Clue link!]
[Hypothesis two ford: Is it possible that the Supre Lord has two heads, one male and one female?]
...
...What an absurd hypothesis; could the Supre Lord be a Hydra?
Su Ming’an put away the mirror and laid down the unconscious townfolk.
A girl with her hair tied in a bun lay in the rain pool; due to the fall, her hair was ssy, her pale cheeks coated with frost, the witch’s long dress she wore showed signs of fragntation, apparently attacked by the witch’s power. Her hand remained extended towards the direction of the Divine Mountain, seemingly concerned about her God.
The red rain gently pattered down, Su Ming’an crouched down, gently patting Tao’er’s cheek.
Tao’er hadn’t been possessed; she fainted the mont the rainwater fell.
This red rain must be the proactive creation of the Luowasha people, longing for "them" to arrive. It’s a special rain capable of reducing the souls’ discomfort with this place. Just like a colonizer arriving sowhere new, they first have to wash themselves. Yet, so locals with weak physiques can’t withstand such special rain.
The girl’s cheeks were covered in frost flowers.
"Tao’er?"
Su Ming’an hadn’t expected to see her in the Second Epoch. The last ti he saw her, she was by Li Mingyue’s side, an era distant apart — she wasn’t of the Longevity Species...
He gently patted her cheek, attempting to awaken her:
"Tao’er?"
...
Dusk seeped through the windowpanes like diluted ink as Mo Chenqing staggered in, pushing open the mottled wutong wood door.
The eaves were dripping rainwater; thin rust-colored stains andered along the roof ridges, similar to capillaries splitting the firmant, sparse and unnoticeable, initially looking transparent.
This weary-faced man pushed open the aged wooden door; under the damp windowsill, Mo Chunyan in a simple long dress leaned against the bed, leaned on the bedside cabinet and scribbled sothing.
"Yan Ni’er, why are you up?" Mo Chenqing’s voice carried a rusty tone, hurriedly stepping forward: "You just went out with your brother for one night, and now you’re sick. You should be lying down to rest."
Mo Chunyan coughed, her expression reluctant yet soft: "I want... to create even a little bit of sothing, even if it’s so firewood, a few grains of rice... Dad, because of our illness, the family is on the verge of collapsing."
"It’s okay, it’s okay." Mo Chenqing’s knuckles ventured into his tattered coat, paper bag rustled, a dim-golden pill rolling in his palm, he swallowed his saliva: "Yan Ni’er, Daddy gathered dicine, after taking this pill, the sickness will be better, better..."
He traded dirt on the internet channel for Sique’s dicine.
Mo Chunyan questioned, "Daddy, where did you get this from? We don’t have that much money..."
Her words halted abruptly, as Mo Chenqing bore enormous guilt on his conscience, his wrist trembling like autumn leaves in the wind, yet steadied the pill against his daughter’s lips, "Swallow it, and we’ll be better, better..."
The echo dissipated into the growing rain, becoming indistinct sobbing.
Watching his daughter’s breathing ease, Mo Chenqing urged her to sleep as he exited, contemplating how to gather funds, as further recovery for his daughter would require money, and his own persistent cough wasn’t getting better.
"First to find so work... I recall the dock is hiring temporary workers for daily pay, though they may not prefer soone of my age... Right, use tattered clothes to wrap my head and grass leaves to pad my chest, feign a robust physique, then I should be able to work. Hope to earn 3 Shar Currency. Tonight I can take a late shift at the tavern, they have positions as night guards, working till 2 am should earn 4 Shar Currency. Then... oh right, head to the hillside in the countryside, pick a few dawn flowers for Chun Ni’er, make a wreath; this girl has been longing for it a long ti. Finally return to rest, work again by day... with this, should be able to buy Chun Ni’er so supplents, a box costs 5 Shar Currency, and for myself, just nibble on bread, only need 1 Shar Currency to fill...’
The creaking sound of the wooden door awakened his contemplation, as a purple-haired youth leaned against the door fra, golden eyes reflecting the red clouds swirling in the sky.
Seeing this unusually handso stranger, Mo Chenqing’s heartstrings snapped in an instant, collapsing as he pleaded:
"I don’t know you, whoever you are, please don’t appear at my doorstep, don’t involve in whatever you are doing."
"I’m just a trivial ordinary person, I’ve already sold my dignity and conscience, I beg you, don’t drag into your tales."
"All you great people, the Greatest Creator, the New Age Players... consider using this old body to beg you, let go, let go!"
Qi Zhou raised an eyebrow, silently observing him.
"You don’t have a choice, Mr. Mo." Qi Zhou’s voice was gentle, "You’ve been ’written in’. I’ve read the ’script’. You’ll die once the rain falls, doesn’t that matter to you?"
Qi Zhou killed a "Dream Patrol Family" mber, a bold man who claid to "seize the opportunity of the child of destiny", breaking into Sique’s house to steal and was caught red-handed by the highly alert Qi Zhou. Qi Zhou killed that man and picked up the mirror in his arms.
Qi Zhou was surprised to find he could actually read the few brief lines in the mirror. It seems he too has potential to be a "Dream Patrol Family".
The mirror pronounced—
Mo Chenqing will die after the rain falls!
This sparked Qi Zhou’s interest in challenging fate, and he decided to help this poor man survive, relocating him to a safer place.
"I’ll give you this amount." Qi Zhou extended his fingers, quoting a sum the man couldn’t refuse, laying down money.
Mo Chenqing glanced at his sleeping daughter, at the barren surroundings, his older face struggled fiercely. After a while, his shoulders drooped, as if resigned to his fate:
"I need to go to the countryside hill first."
Qi Zhou raised an eyebrow, nodding: "Okay."
...
"The current target is the God of Intelligent Machinery, Skatalia." Sique was briefing mbers of "Nest" including Yamada Machiichi, Audilia, Leisili, and Lv Bote on the battle plan:
"We aren’t trying to defeat Him, but to converse with Him. I will offer a price, hoping He will stop guiding ’them’ to descend."
"Perlo will protect us... ahem, he is a kind demon."
"As for your role, it is to serve as ’witnesses’, to witness my conversation with Him, and also to remind when I overlook sothing."
Crimson raindrops subtly fell.
At this mont, a swaying figure approached; it was a young man wearing a colorful wig, hands in pockets, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. The sharp corner of his black trench coat dangled near his coccyx, swaying like a dragon’s tail.
"Take with you." The young man was Shadow, who waved at the large group, smiling.
Su Ming’an was in Peach Blossom Valley, unable to manage everything, so he sent Shadow to see what Sique was up to.
Sique raised his eyebrows, imdiately recognizing the young man: "You may, but your wig is..."
Shadow chuckled, "I noticed your interest in dyeing your hair green, so I imitated a bit."
...Green hair? Sique’s expression showed a montary blankness; he mumbled a response and no longer stayed on the topic, leading the group forward.
Shadow squinted his eyes thoughtfully.
They passed through the Teleportation Formation.
"This is a coordinate given to by a divine friend, the God of Intelligence. We should arrive at the God of Intelligence’s temple..." Sique’s words halted.
Before them was not a majestic, holy temple but an endless barren wilderness.
In the distance, the outline of a modern city lood.
"It’s alright, we’re surely near the God of Intelligence; He is in that city." Sique speculated.
Yamada Machiichi was inwardly thrilled.
...Finally, we’ll see the God of Intelligence we’ve been eager to et since the instance began!
On the "Day of God’s Fall" during the Third Epoch, "God of Intelligence" Skatalia aroused the anger of the gods, forcibly stripped to beco "Steam God" Latimore and "God of the Internet". Yamada Machiichi was genuinely curious about what kind of powerful god could provoke a collective attack from the gods. Yet, he scoured many historical books with no evidence of the "God of Intelligence’s" existence.
Including old temples, shrines, relics, there was nothing!
As if He had never appeared in this world.
But simultaneously, He was extrely disruptive, distributing red buttons, dedicated to prompting ’their’ descent. Was this eternally mysterious god finally about to reveal Himself?
Yamada Machiichi slowed his steps, inwardly following behind Shadow, softly saying, "It’s ."
Shadow’s fox-like eyes glanced at him, eye corners slightly red, tipping upwards:
"Hello, beautiful lady, mind taking a photo with ?"
Those words bore no trace of frivolity, more appreciation and amusent.
Yamada Machiichi gritted his teeth, lightly emphasizing: "Still a man’s body, no... um, nothing else!" Despite enjoying cross-dressing, he wouldn’t claim sothing he hasn’t genuinely acquired.
"Hmm, does it matter?" Unexpectedly, Shadow disinterestedly shrugged: "You can be whoever you want, however you want."
When Yamada Machiichi was stunned, Shadow raised his head, softly uttering an "Oh": "Miss, look at the sky... is there only one sun?"
Yamada Machiichi’s heart tightened, abruptly looking up.
...Indeed!
In the azure sky, only one fiery red sun showed, without the splendid scenery of both sun and moon.
Excluding the possibility of clouds obscuring the moon, the bolder thought was—
At this mont, the demon Perlo with crimson eyes sniffed lightly, and in an instant, his gaze was intensely shocked:
"The composition of spiritual energy in the air is wrong, not Luowasha’s spiritual energy composition..."
"This isn’t Luowasha!"
"Sique! This is another planet! It’s another civilization!"
—The God of Intelligence, Skatalia, has always been living on another planet!
After passing through the portal, they arrived on a new planet!!
The statent exploded like thunder, causing a massive stir among the crowd.
Yamada Machiichi’s legs softened, suddenly understanding why the God of Intelligence left no relics, staying so concealed since the instance began. His heart quivered, overwheld by shock impacting his mind, mumbling:
"Huh? We actually left Luowasha, arrived at a new world?"
"Can that even be played like this?"
"The World Ga is really extraordinary..."
Gradually, they approached the city, witnessing the city’s appearance.
Ice-white walls, highly modernized traffic tracks, small robots everywhere, people wearing chip watches... the people seed notified, aware of their arrival, letting them pass unimpeded.
They passed the city’s outer ring, delving deeper into this chanic-filled city; Perlo marveled repeatedly:
"The God of Intelligence’s thoughts are truly advanced; while other gods are busy making temples more beautiful and luxurious, He directly developed a city..."
"What a beautiful city, completely different from the stinking waterways of the Red Tower." The beautiful, mature lady Leisili couldn’t help but exclaim.
Yamada Machiichi looked around, his gaze growing more stunned, more terrified.
His mouth hung agape, air rushing in and out, stirring his shocked throat hard to voice, as if swallowing a giant, dry fruit.
He urgently wanted people to turn back, ntally screaming to make people run quickly, but his heart told him if he turned away now, he’d miss the truth.
They entered the city’s innermost ring—a more than one hundred-story skyscraper.
Riding the elevator up, automatic doors opened widely, at the sight’s end waited a white figure.
He had a head of snow-white hair, cold, inorganic eyes, a face sculpted like by God’s hand, with a full figure, seated upon a chair.
Behind Him was a large rectangular floor-to-ceiling window, without any barrier, allowing one to see the city’s grandeur with a glance.
Seeing the people, He remained seated on the high chair.
"Good afternoon, everyone." He interlaced his hands, posture dignified, the corners of his mouth upturned:
"My na is Skatalia, God of Intelligence."
"Welco to my temple... uh, my city. I hope you like my temple and feel you can stay here for a while."
"Hello." Sique nodded in response, ready to speak.
The God of Intelligence, Skatalia, interrupted him, smiling as He looked at Yamada Machiichi:
"If you don’t like this na of mine, or, so acquaintances of mine may call —"
He glanced at Yamada Machiichi and Shadow, His face appearing sowhat translucent, revealing a perfectly flawless smile, like the most refined instrunt:
"...Chose ’reality’ over the ’fairy tale’ dawn."
Yamada Machiichi’s breathing at this mont finally stilled.
Skatalia... behind Him stood a figure.
He wore white hair, turquoise eyes like sycamore leaves, dark red layered collared dress suit, a spine growing crimson tubes like a snake.
He calmly watched the crowd, as if unchanged in a thousand years.
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