Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 876 - 174: Artificial God 2
The experiment happening to Bazarian was not the only one being conducted at this moment.
At the same time, the embryos of the Knight Lord, the God of Trickery, and the Hunting Goddess all began to form simultaneously. These embryos, infused with pure souls, shone brightly like lures in the dark cosmos, eventually signaling the Old Gods.
"You still don't know how to give up, do you?"
The voice of the God of Truth interrupted Ethan's thoughts.
The voice came from above the darkness, and with its intervention, a sliver of silvery light flooded into the space sealed by darkness, emanating from the silvery sun Ethan had seen before.
This time, the ubiquitous codes disappeared, and what connected with the darkness seemed like the Celestial Kingdom imagined by the believers of the God of Truth.
"I thought destroying and eliminating them might make you stop, or at least keep you away like any normal person would."
Yet Ethan did the exact opposite.
He dove headfirst into the turbulence formed by data collapse, heedless of the risk of being torn apart.
If it had been anyone else, the God of Truth would have deemed it an act of suicidal folly.
His existence would be shattered and vanish like those collapsed data, but faced with Ethan, a special entity repeatedly exceeding His calculations, He had to ensure nothing went amiss.
And His concern was justified.
The data turbulence did not tear Ethan apart. Instead, he scooped up the fragmented information pieces one after another, as if someone was assisting Ethan's endeavor from an unseen place.
The previous attempts to retrieve information about Bazatous were the same. Ethan bypassed the search process, and the information he wanted came to him.
As the true ruler of this world, the God of Truth still didn't know the reason behind it.
However, He was willing to admit His previous miscalculations. He couldn't dispose of Ethan, this "anomaly," like other data by tossing it into the trash for destruction. Ethan was like an unremovable program that suddenly appeared on a computer screen, not only immovable with a mouse but also occasionally popping up with a flood of "Hakimi Hakimi" pages.
Therefore, He changed His mind.
He decided to eradicate Ethan completely from the physical plane.
Even if it might lead to large-scale data destruction, it would be worth it.
Skipping riddles and solutions, He would crush and consume the opposing energy with pure force.
Ethan had recklessly ventured into His world, and no one could defeat Them in the world of "gods."
"The only thing that piques my curiosity is what drives you to do this?"
The God of Truth raised the last question He wanted an answer to.
"I've always wondered, what makes that plane so unique and irreplaceable."
With the researchers' discussions and the appearance of the Goddess of Life, Bazarian, Ethan felt he was getting closer to the answer. He looked up at the "sun" in the clouds, "But actually, I got it wrong from the start, didn't I?"
The sun in the clouds paused.
"...Did you find it?"
That part, which He had personally confirmed to delete, should have disappeared before being drawn into the black hole formed by the collapse.
"It's because they won that it became special there."
Perhaps without their knowledge, this war had been fought thousands of times, and they chose the only time they succeeded.
This was the only possibility Ethan could conceive of where the True God and the Middle-Level Gods could seal the Old Gods.
There was an insurmountable gap in power levels. Even with the God of Truth's covert assistance, it was impossible to seal the Old Gods outright.
Unless they gained experience from countless failures.
Ethan also found the position of the God of Truth in the depths of the Black Sea, "So what about you? Were you only meant to incite them to oppose the gods they believed in?"
Ethan shook his head, "No, your true purpose is to absorb the experience of those thousands of failures and feed it back to them in some way."
Prophecies, dreams.
These were concepts that frequently appeared before the First Epoch.
They instilled a sense of fate in humanity, making people believe in the reality of destiny.
The chosen ones of the gods believed that they could break free from the shackles, this was the future fate presented to them.
And fate was destined to manifest, or they would fight until the day of victory.
"Do you mean 'destiny'?"
The voice from above the firmament poured down, saying, "Yes, destiny indeed exists, but not in the form of prophecies and dreams. Haven't you heard? This universe is a meticulous clock, once wound and set into motion, all subsequent events are determined by the initial state and physical laws."
"From the start, there's no randomness; the 'capriciousness of destiny' stems merely from living beings' ignorance of all details—they heard another version of the lie, making them truly believe in the existence of free will."
At this point, the voice from above the firmament paused slightly, with a subtle trace of disdain and arrogance in its tone, "And so are you, aren't you? As you gaze at the sky like those humans, as you recklessly intrude into this world, you too believe that you can help them break free from the threads of fate hanging over them."
