Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 891 - 442: Memories Wei’er Cannot Forget, The Lure of Truth, Moment of Awakening! (4k)
Every world is a bubble floating in the endless Void.
Different bubbles have different compositions and sizes.
Therefore, there are no two worlds that are exactly the same.
Perhaps some worlds look similar, but they are merely like two similar flowers among thousands, and those divine beings can wander in the Void, freely admiring those flowers.
Some flowers are easy to pick, some are harder, especially those small worlds created by gods; trying to pluck them means engaging in battle with the creator god of that world, with consequences that entail fighting to the death.
Though the term "pluck" is figurative, aside from those ancient powerful beings, most gods cannot shake the foundation of even a small world; they can even be backlash led to incur irreparable damage, so they choose to embed their will into it to steal the world’s rule strength.
This is also why there are so many Evil God cults in some small worlds leading those worlds toward destruction, but no Evil Gods directly devouring worlds from the outside.
Of course, some powerful Evil Gods do have the strength to melt down an entire small world, like the Lord of Truth, a renowned high-tier Evil God in the First Quadrant of the Void, who had destroyed countless worlds.
In the Void, the Lord of Truth appears as a distorted, irregular humanoid fog. Ordinary mortals who see His manifestation are assimilated by Him at that moment, becoming His fanatical followers, with minds filled with nothing but "devotion to the Lord," and then nothing but gibberish.
At this moment, the Lord of Truth stretched out a hand made of condensed fog towards the bubble world ahead.
An ancient, distant, soul-stirring long horn sounded from His mouth.
Under the manipulation of that Creation God, this bubble world had isolated all external probing of information, creating a black box that allowed Him to only communicate intermittently with His followers inside, unable to know the internal situation.
He had been eyeing this small world for over a hundred thousand years; under His long-term guidance and even destruction of the world’s fate line, the Creation God inside had lost the ability to resist and was only struggling to survive.
Unfortunately, a new world had recently established a connection with this one, giving that Creation God a chance for a dying counterattack.
He couldn’t handle it directly, after all, even He did not know where that world was; His few attempts to probe had only transferred strength through followers and were quickly eliminated.
But this time was different.
Tens of thousands of followers, acting as sacrifices, collectively called for His arrival, letting Him sense the position of that small world in the Void—it wasn’t too far, only about a decade by the time inside the small world He was currently melting.
However, before departing, by using the deaths of those sacrifices, He could descend part of His strength to test that god first.
If the god’s strength was weak, then He would consume them all together.
The Lord of Truth thought so.
He casually opened a black hole and extended His fog-condensed hand into it.
Suddenly, the fog withdrew the hand it had extended, and the black hole also dissipated and closed.
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He found a small fragment of His root had been scrubbed off from His hand, like shedding a bit of skin.
Not much, but it was outrageous: theoretically, no one could forcibly close the ascension He pursued through sacrifice, unless the opposing deity’s tier was above His.
But a god of that tier trying to prevent Him from devouring a world wouldn’t make it so troublesome; they would directly confront Him and scare Him away, as it is between gods.
So, what was that?
For the first time, the Lord of Truth felt a touch of perplexity.
"Hmm?"
And surprise. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
The fragment of His root that had fallen off seemed to undergo some bizarre changes...
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Wei’er suddenly awoke from unconsciousness.
The first thing she felt was a fiery sharp pain, spreading throughout her body, along with a strong taste of blood in her mouth, probably from internal organ damage.
She discovered that nearly all her bones were fractured, especially her right arm, which was likely broken and very painful, enough to make her want to cry out.
Had the warship crashed?
She really couldn’t handle high-tech devices.
Luo Xi, on the other hand, was happily sleeping away, leaving all the work to her.
Wait, where was he?
"Luo Xi? Can you hear me?" Wei’er immediately shouted.
"Spark? Spark, are you there?"
The little creature who had fought alongside her for a while didn’t respond.
"Hmm..."
At that moment, Wei’er heard a painful moan.
She quickly crawled over, and using her excellent night vision, saw a young man in agony, naked and frowning.
"Hang on, Luo Xi; I’ll get you out of here."
Wei’er, with her still functioning left hand, pulled Luo Xi up, activated her power, and began traversing the barriers with him.
She had no idea what it was like outside.
Were those enemies still alive?
After crossing through the iron walls, Wei’er found that what used to be the engine room looked incredibly ancient, covered in layers of dust as if... thousands of years had passed.
The enemies were nowhere to be found.
"Why is this freak so heavy?"
After putting Luo Xi on her back, Wei’er noticed that his body was indeed heavy. Previously, with Spark’s enhancement, she didn’t feel much weight, but now it felt like she was carrying a giant dragon.
