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Chapter 1503: Final Chapter·Sea Chapter [12]· "We don't need gods here."

"When the Creator's Conference is held, press the red button and the fire will be launched into the universe. At that time, 'they' will arrive here." The voice of the God of Omnics was like a mechanical collision.

"Respected Scatharia, as a pilgrim of your path of truth, I would like to ask you, who are 'they'?" Isabella's eyes flashed with temptation.

"It cannot be chanted, it cannot be described, it cannot be peered at, the eyes that exist everywhere, the mouth that exists everywhere." The way of the intelligent machine.

"Is it an enemy? Is it an ally?" Isabella wanted to establish a clear concept: "Is it a higher dimension? Is it a god? Or is it an alien creature?"

"It is an enemy, but also an ally." The God of Omnics said, "It is a higher dimension, a god, and also an alien."

This made Isabella's breathing quicken, and she vaguely felt that she had touched something.

“Respected Scatalia, can you tell me whether the Supreme Lord, the Lord of the End of All Things, the organizers and ‘them’ are on the same front?” Isabella asked.

The God of Omnics replied calmly: "Not in all four directions."

...Not all four directions?
Isabella was about to ask a question when the red button fell into her palm.

"In science, you are the number one under the god Rovasha. Other strong men are deeply involved in the mysterious side. They worship arrays, creation and magic, but you are devoted to studying formulas and logic. I admire you, Isabella. Tell me why you insist on scientific truth?" said the God of Intelligence.

Isabella took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"Because truth is the only authority that does not require kneeling."

She stared into the pure white eyes, clenched her fists, and gently pounded her chest:
"Before I was thirty, I was obsessed with magical literature. I had hoped more than once to live in that kind of world, where you can light a lamp by summoning flames and fly by summoning winds. There is no need for boring repetitive experiments or endless papers and books, and many miracles can be achieved."

"After I turned thirty, I gradually began to understand. Magic needs to be offered to gods, mystery needs to be prayed for grace, and truth only requires humans to raise the ruler of observation and ignite the fire of doubt - it allows us to climb on the bones of fallacies and smash the crown of falsehood with reproducible formulas."

"You asked me why I didn't bow to the mystery? It's because the technology and logic in my hands are closer to the breath of the universe than any oracle."

"I, Isabella, will always be loyal to human science, regardless of any conditions."

……

Peach Blossom Valley.

A white-haired boy lay on a cool mat, his clothes trailing on the ground like snow. Peach blossoms fell on his face, kissing the ice-blue coral on his ears.

He slowly opened his blue eyes and gazed at the clear blue sky.

……

[Name: Nagasha]

[Identity: A god forgotten by the mountain people.]

[Personality: cool and calm]

[Interpersonal Relationships: Taoer, Xige]

[Difficulty of playing: B]

[Role of Play: Maintain the majesty of God. ]

……

[Nagasha's main quest: "Survive"]

[Quest requirements: You were attacked in your early years and were seriously injured and could only recuperate in the mountains. At first, you could still recuperate through the faith of the mountain people, but as time went by, you were gradually forgotten by the mountain people. Now you lack the power of faith and your life is in danger. Please find a way to return to the throne of God. ]

[Mission Reward: Obtain the "Nightingale Crying Blood" ability: When you are in danger of death, everyone will know. ]

【Mission failed: death.】

……

Beiwang sat up.

He took out a lemon candy and put it in his mouth. Soon, his misty eyes gradually cleared up.

He loves to sleep. Besides his nature, his profession "Frost Sleeping God" is a profession that allows him to exert powerful strength in a sleepwalking state, just like a drunken poet, picking flying flowers and leaves, and killing people in a dream, which is nothing special.

But now it's role-playing, and it's safer to ensure a certain degree of sobriety.

"...Tianyu?" Beiwang called out vaguely.

"Xiao Beiwang, I'm here." A cold female voice came in my mind.

"Well... how about... you control the body?" Bei Wang rubbed his eyes and said stutteringly.

Among all the players, he had the best relationship with the original owner. After reaching an agreement with Tianyu, he would take over when he was sleepy, and when Tianyu was tired, he would take over. They could operate 24 hours a day.

"You control it, I'll take a break." Tianyu said.

"Okay." Beiwang wanted to stretch, and thinking that he was a god now, he pretended to be calm and looked towards the valley.

This valley is full of peach blossoms, like a paradise. There is a muddy path covered with pink petals leading to the foot of the mountain. From afar, you can see the bustling market where many townspeople live. However, none of them go up the mountain, but just pick wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain.

...A forgotten god?

Beiwang felt that this divine body was extremely weak. There were many marginal gods in Luowasha, and if no one believed in them, they would disappear.

Nagasha has been completely forgotten by the townspeople, so why hasn't she disappeared yet?

At this moment, he heard footsteps.

On the muddy path, a girl with a bun in her hair came running. She was carrying a basket of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and laughed loudly:
"God! God! I'm here to offer you a sacrifice!"

Beiwang's eyes met the girl's. At that moment he heard the narration and learned that the girl's name was Tao'er. When she was a child, she got lost in the mountains and was rescued by Nagasha and sent back to the town. From then on, she became the only mountain dweller who believed in God.

"Why... do you... believe in me?" Bei Wang asked directly without waiting for her to come over.

Tao Er was stunned and scratched her head: "Auntie Tian did tell me not to believe you. She said that if a god has no power, then he is not a god, but a monster that eats people. But I don't think you are a bad guy. Look, you are very beautiful, and your ears are coral."

"Just because you're pretty?"

"No, it's not... You are a good god! You saved me, and you are beautiful!"

Beiwang's gaze fell on her bamboo basket.

Tao'er said quickly: "I made this myself. I'll bring you something delicious next time!" She held up the bamboo basket: "God! Here for you to eat!"

Beiwang looked at the other side with a complicated expression.

The mission requires returning to the throne of God. In fact, this mission is very simple, so simple that it cannot be simpler... As long as all the townspeople at the foot of the mountain are eaten, Nagasha will have the power to return to the sea, and her injuries will recover quickly.

He was trapped in this sacred mountain, and what trapped Him was His kindness in refusing to eat humans.

Despite this, the townspeople at the foot of the mountain still spread rumors that those herbalists who fell to their deaths while entering the mountains were eaten by him, and that he was a monster.

After all, what kind of god is he if he can’t protect the mountain folks?

There is no need for gods here.

Perhaps the girl didn't know that Nagasha's life depended on her faith. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake she made foolishly did have a little bit of faith power. By eating such sweet-scented osmanthus cake for thirty or forty years, Nagasha might really be able to return to the throne of God.

The girl's faith actually protected the townspeople, and made Nagasha willing to restore her power by eating cakes instead of eating humans.

"What's happened recently?" Beiwang asked about the news outside.

"The most powerful Creator Conference in all of Lovasa will be held tomorrow! It is said to be in the Red Tower, which is ..." Tao'er gestured vigorously with her arms: "Very far away! It will take several months for the carriage to run there!"

"Is there anything happening in town?" Beiwang asked.

"Well... Uncle Tang's pastries have gone up in price. Changping College has started recruiting students. There is a group of popular comic books on the street, telling stories about magpie knights doing chivalrous things. Also, Aunt Chen's daughter has brought a lot of good luck recently, and people call her the little lucky star!" The girl spoke like pouring beans.

...Little lucky star?

Beiwang looked down the mountain, put his hands behind his back, and silently used magic to create a snow sculpture. He handed it to the girl and said, "Take it and sell it."

"what?"

"Sell it and give me the money. I have a way... to make them all trust me." Beiwang said calmly.

Once more people believe in him, he will be able to leave.

Taoer nodded vigorously: "Yes! I'll do it right away!"

……

Dreamland.

Mizushima Kawashima, wearing a queen's long dress, leaned against the throne, yawned softly and closed her eyes.

She wanted to take a nap, but fell into a deep dream.

She remained awake in the dream, as if she had stepped into an illusory world. She sat at a long golden table, surrounded by unclear phantoms.

At this time, she remembered that although Princess Esdani believed in the God of Omnics, she was a [Dream Patrol]. [Dream Patrol], [Civilization Equation Calculator], [Greek Seat], [Supreme Tower] are all subordinate forces of the God of Inspiration Viridodo. At the beginning of the dungeon, she was curious about the familiar term [Dream Patrol], but this was the first time she had actually encountered it.

It is said that they would hold meetings in dreams and exchange secrets that cannot be mentioned in reality.

She was curious, what on earth would they talk about?
"Everyone is welcome to attend the meeting again." A voice spoke.

"Alas." Another voice started the conversation: "After leaving no trace for so long, we were finally discovered..."

"If that person had chosen to hide in the dream of the Gnosis Dreamer, or poisoned Noor Ajini, there wouldn't be so much trouble. We wouldn't have been discovered." said a voice.

"Who told him to..." A voice trembled slightly, and the voice was mostly full of respect: "He chose to wade into the sea with his body?"

"We are not his enemies. At least I admire them." said the new voice.

"That's your idea, others may not. Some people just like to be against others, they just can't stand the great savior, they just think it's fake, there's nothing you can do about it." said another voice.

Mizushima Kawase observed carefully and found that these people were inside mirrors and were not physical entities.

...How do these people know so much? What do these words mean? Mizushima Kawase held his breath and thought that these [Dream Patrols] were not as ordinary as the rumors said. They were obviously not from the perspective of the locals of Rovasha!

Even a bit like another group of players...

No, this is too ridiculous. How could another group of players suddenly appear?

Mizushima Kawase tried to communicate with the old grandfather who accompanied him, but found that he was not dreaming.

She clasped her hands together, took a deep breath, and tried her best to listen to their conversation.

Suddenly, she heard a voice so familiar that it struck her soul:
“…I still hope they succeed.”

Mizushima Kawashima looked over suddenly and saw a mirror in which was reflected the figure of a slim woman with a mole on her wrist. The mist in the mirror blurred the woman's face, revealing a few strands of long rose-red hair.

Mizushima Kawaseong's heart skipped a beat, and she almost wanted to rush over and hug the man tightly. But her reason told her that it was impossible for the person sitting here to be Mizushima Kawaseong.

My sister is dead, there is no doubt about it.

But the spirit of the tenth world had mentioned to her that there were indeed people who were almost identical in different worlds. But no matter what, they would not be old friends.

Mizushima Kawashima clenched his fists and listened quietly, but his eyes never left the red-haired woman.

Until she heard them say:

"Tomorrow, when the Rovathans press the red button, we can all go over together."

"I won't go. I'll be scared to death if I see them in person..."

"Aren't there many of us who have already gone? Some of them seem to be called... Bai Chun, and Esdani! Bai Chun seems to have hugged dozens of lovers. I'm so envious."

"I am very loyal. I only like that one person. I really want to hug him and comfort him."

Soon, many eyes turned to Mizushima Kawashima.

"Estani, you've been gone for a while, how is it over there?" a voice said.

…It turns out that Esdani is also a member of this group. Mizushima Kawakura thought about it and said perfunctorily: "That's it."

She vaguely realized that these people were beings other than Luo Vasa, so let's call them "them".

She fell silent, twirling her fingers, her mind full of thoughts.

……

"The whole world should like me, love me, and care for me."

"You don't love me, this is your original sin."

Bai Chun looked at Su Mingan with a sneer:
"Goodbye, brother. You have no popularity, and no one has tried to keep you until 'now'. You should die."

She commanded several of her lovers to rush over and chop at Su Mingan.

Su Mingan raised his hand expressionlessly.

He no longer wanted to care about Bai Qiu's personality, because he realized that the voice of punishment that breathed coldly at the back of his neck was not a system, but a kind of life.

The system would not exhale like that. As long as it was not the system, there was nothing to be afraid of, and he could fight it.

"boom--!!!"

The violent spatial fluctuations shook the room apart without any need to restrain his strength. With just one strike, the room was shattered into pieces, and the figures who had rushed over fell to the ground.

Blood spread out, minced meat splattered, and Su Mingan's boots gently stepped over the pool of blood.

His eyes were extremely cold, as if he had seen a mouse.

"You, you, you..." Bai Chun pointed at Su Ming'an tremblingly: "You are not Bai Qiu at all, who are you..."

Su Mingan stretched out his hand, grabbed her neck in an instant and lifted her up.

His eyes were extremely cold and emotionless.

"explain."

"Who are 'they' anyway? Why are there no traces of you before, and why do you think the world has to revolve around you?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me anymore. If you tell me a lie, I will take one of your fingers."

"Even if you have great magical powers, and can take over Bai Chun's body, and make dozens of Luowasha's proud sons fall in love with you, you will still feel pain."

"And I have thousands of familiar methods to make you suffer. I used to be very good at...torture and torture."

He originally thought that this method was no longer necessary and that the future world would not need such violent means.

Unexpectedly, there are still people who like to come up and attack with swords, killing countless people.