Cloud Thinking

"To be honest, I'm really curious about how you came back to life. I don't want to die in a daze." From the moment Tarod entered the room until now, Helia had been staring at his neck, trying to find any marks on it, but the other party seemed to have changed into a new body, without any scars, and did not look like a dead person at all.

"Your Highness, I've already said that I'm not going to die, but..." Seeing that Tarod was frowning and was about to say those crazy words to him again, Helia didn't want to listen and interrupted directly:

"Ah, yes, yes! It is the grace of the Lord. I went there to receive the grace of the Lord. So now can you tell me why?"

Tarod: Perfunctory! Extremely perfunctory! No respect for my Lord at all!

He looked at Helia's expressionless face and wanted to say something several times, but in the end he didn't say it. Even if he did, the other party would definitely pretend not to hear it, wasting his words.

"It's just the transfer of souls. There's nothing to hide." His tone was as calm as if he was talking about eating two bowls of rice tonight, but he succeeded in making Helia's head grow one small question mark after another.

Facing Helia's puzzled expression, Tarod patiently explained: "Didn't I tell you about the creation of gods?"

Helia shook her head. At that time, she was more concerned about Monday, so most of the questions she asked were about him. In addition, she wanted to ask a lot of questions, and Jepas was always in a bad mood, so she forgot to ask this important question.

"It was not us who created the god. Instead, it was the earliest group of Morrogan believers who dedicated themselves to creating the god." Tarod said, "Creating a god is divided into two steps. One is to build the body of the god, and the other is to transfer the soul, that is, the will."

"There is a difference between humans and gods after all. A human body cannot directly become a god, so a god's body needs to be created. This is also the most difficult step in the process of creating a god."

"First, we simulated the environment created by God, that is, the embryo that nurtures the body of God. For this purpose, we invested a lot of things, including but not limited to gods, humans, giants, elves, monsters, etc."

Helia: Oh my god??? God??? So awesome???

"Of course it's not a reigning god, but just the remains of an ancient god." Seeing that Helia's mouth was so shocked that she could fit an egg in it, he added, "But even if it's just remains, after thousands of years of sedimentation, it still contains unparalleled power of the human race..."

"How can a person not desire such a powerful force?"

"Uh... what exactly is this so-called embryo?" Helia asked, pointing at herself. "I am also a human. If, as you said, a human cannot become a god, then what are you going to do with me?"

"Your Highness, you are different. You are different from everyone else!" Tarod suddenly became excited and even wanted to grab Helia's hand, but she dodged him.

But he did not feel embarrassed. He withdrew his hand and continued to look at Helia with his fanatical eyes. "Your Highness, you were born with a body that can become a god. There is the remaining will of Watersise in your body. Your mother Madeline used some means to seal her will. This gave us an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"So we don't need to spend so much manpower, material resources and money to forge a divine body. We just need to transfer the will of God to you. As long as you adapt well, you can ascend to heaven in one step and become a god directly!"

When he said the last sentence, he couldn't suppress his excitement. He stood up and slammed the table.

Helia raised her eyes to look at Tarod with a complicated expression. The things she could not understand the most in this world were the religious fanatics and the perverted murderers, because she rarely went crazy to the point of losing her mind. Her attention span was not very good, and she rarely maintained a long-term passion and enthusiasm for something, so she could not understand.

Helia dragged the stool back, slowly raised her hand, and asked, "Well, let me ask you a question. Didn't you already create a god? Why did you want to... capture me again?"

"I thought that after you had seen my lord's body, you would have figured this out." Tarod sat back down, his excitement immediately subsided, and he returned to his usual calm and composed self. This way of expressing emotions in such a grand and restrained way was a little too much for Helia.

"Because this is the first time we try to breed a divine body, we used a lot of things. You just heard that we have everything. We only want the magic power in them, that is, the power." He continued to explain, "But the source of the power is too complicated, and there are still some individual consciousnesses left in it. The divine body is not pure, so..."

"Your god is crazy, out of control, and out of consciousness, right?" Helia continued.

Once another consciousness breaks into her brain, it would be fine if it was non-aggressive like Tang En, but if it was a ghost thing hidden in the imaging stone, her brain would feel as if it was torn apart.

Not to mention that there are so many residual consciousnesses in that body of God, including those of God, humans, monsters, elves, giants, and all kinds of others. This is a fucking split personality!

Moreover, the rituals of the cult might be somewhat polluted. Besides, Osinotto himself was a little crazy. She had also read in the booklet that he wanted to create another god with rationality and communication. In turn, didn't that mean that Osinotto was a lunatic who had no rationality and could not communicate?

"Yes, He was sometimes normal and sometimes crazy. The more He used His power, the easier it was for Him to fall into madness. In the end, He could no longer stay awake."

"So you choose to let Him sleep, and Weekend will exercise His power on your behalf?" Helia asked.

"Yes, but not entirely."

The two looked at each other for a long time, at least a minute. Helia was waiting for his next words, but it seemed... there was no next word?

What do you mean by "but not all"? Why? What's the situation? Which part is and which part is not? Please explain it clearly!

"OK, I understand. You can't say it, right?" Helia understood his silence, although she was a little speechless. Well, she was very speechless.

"You said that I should understand after seeing His body, but He looks like He is asleep. May I ask, how can I tell what you just said?"

"My lord is asleep, can't you see that?" Tarod said, and then there was no more words. Helia was so anxious that she wanted to pry open his mouth to see if there was a thorn in his throat or if it was the food that blocked his throat and made him unable to speak.

Helia suppressed the urge to open his brain and take a look. Although she really wanted to look into his sea of ​​consciousness, she couldn't guarantee whether the Seventh Day in the memory fragment would hurt her, so she decided not to take the risk.

"Okay, then what the hell is this second step, transferring the soul?"

"It means exactly what it says. Extract the human soul and put it into another body," Tarod replied.

Helia: That's a good explanation. Don't explain it again next time.

Why are you just standing there? I am not an illiterate fool, so how can I not understand what it means to transfer souls? I am asking about the process! The process! How did you transfer souls?

"As for how to transfer, that is a secret technique of the Morogen religion. I cannot tell Your Highness. Please forgive me." Tarod explained to Helia, who looked as if she wanted to tear him apart with her hands.

"Then there's nothing you can't say at the beginning. Are you kidding me?" This time it was Helia's turn to slam the table. After asking for such a long time, she still didn't get an answer to the original question!

"Your Highness, don't get excited, don't get excited." Tarod tried to comfort Helia. For some reason, Helia always couldn't control her anger when facing this guy. Her emotions were quite stable when she was with Jepas.

"There is nothing I cannot tell you. I'm referring to the matter of transferring souls. But as for how to transfer souls, that is a secret. Your Highness does not need to know." Tarod said again.

Helia pointed at herself, and she was so angry that she laughed, "Hey, are you kidding me? What do you mean by no need to understand? You guys are going to force the will of God into my head, and I can't understand it in advance?"

"To be precise, the godhead is being grafted onto Your Highness. As for the will of my Lord, it has fallen into a deep sleep and will not affect Your Highness," said Tarod.

Hearing this, Helia realized that something was amiss. "You mean, just give me His power, but I still keep my consciousness..."

"Yes, so I am not asking Your Highness to go and die, but to accept the grace of my Lord." Tarod gave an affirmative answer.

"Then why do you call me a sacrifice? Isn't a sacrifice meant to be... uh... sacrificed?" Helia realized that she was wrong. No wonder they treated her so strangely. It turned out that they wanted me to be their god...

"Your Highness, because we cannot guarantee success." Tarod said seriously, "We cannot guarantee whether my Lord's will will awaken halfway, nor can we guarantee how the remaining will of Watersise in your body will react during the godhead grafting process."

"In our preset plan, there is only a 30% success rate. There is a high chance that you will still die, so it is not an exaggeration to say that you are a sacrifice."

Helia: Thank you for telling me such a cruel reality... Hahaha... As expected, she knows that there is no such good thing in the world...

"First of all, I think I need to tell you one thing in advance, that is..." Helia tapped her left chest and continued: "In addition to the fragments of the God of War, I also signed a symbiotic contract with the former God of the Sky, Adalesi."

"That is to say, there are consciousnesses from three parties in my body: mine, Watersise's, and Adalaisi's."

"Two gods for one person, and another god, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

Helia watched as Tarod's calm face gradually collapsed, his eyes widened, and his mouth grew wide as if someone had stepped on it, like someone had stepped on a trash can. Then, she squeezed out a word from her throat: "Ah?"

Then he repeated it again very loudly: "Ah!"

Seeing the other person's expression completely stunned by the information that was beyond his common sense, Helia really couldn't help laughing. Her laugh was very sincere. She really liked the other person's reaction. It was so funny.

"No...what went wrong...why is it different from what I expected...what is going on..." Although Tarod was shocked, he quickly recovered and seriously thought about the feasibility of his plan.

No one could have imagined that this would happen, let alone Tarod. Before entering the ruins, Helia had never thought that she would sign a contract with a fallen god!

And she signed it against her will! She was forced to do so! She couldn't refuse!

It was all because she had painted a pie that was too big and too delicious. If she had known, she would not have exaggerated herself to be so valuable...

But on second thought, if there was no Adalesi, she would have died long ago and been resurrected as Watersise, and there would be no today!

Well... I admit you are still somewhat useful... Helia thought.

"Uh... so will there be any impact? Adalassi is also sleeping in my body now, so it should be okay, right?" Of course Helia knew that there would be problems, but she just wanted to piss off Tarod on purpose, telling him off for daring to play tricks on her before.

Tarod just gave her a meaningful look, then stood up and walked towards the door, saying, "I need to discuss this matter with xxx. Goodbye."

But when he walked to the door and opened it, and saw the person standing outside, his expression changed again and again, and he remained frozen in the posture of opening the door for at least thirty seconds. Helia didn't hear the sound of the door closing, so she walked over to see.