Chapter 357 The Will of God
To be honest, Lu Wenwu is a little confused now.
He had thought of many ways to meet the God of Magic, and had also imagined many different things about him.
But he never expected that the other party had lost all his human form.
this.
This doesn't fit the normal script!
The super macho man who was invincible and undefeated in his time, has now become like this?
Although after seeing the choices made by so many powerful people in the copy world, Lu Wenwu had a vague guess about the current situation of the God of Magic.
But in the end
He still looked forward to having a relatively normal meeting with an epic feel.
The sight of the constantly wriggling, deformed mountain of flesh before him inevitably made him feel mixed emotions.
"The God of Magic?"
"headmaster?"
"Majik?"
Lu Wenwu called out several names in succession, but the previous voice did not respond.
Only an extremely weak thought wave flashed by, almost undetectable.
This was keenly captured by Lu Wenwu.
He then flapped his dragon wings and flew upwards.
The former Dark Yin Dragon Wings were completely integrated into Lu Wenwu's body with the thunder tribulation and have become a part of his body.
At this time, it is easier to operate and the control level is more microscopic.
At the top of the meat mountain, there was an almost imperceptible flicker of light.
That is pure starlight.
It was as weak as the last bit of wick in a candlestick, like a terminally ill patient who collapsed powerlessly on the hospital bed, relying on a ventilator to support his last breath.
The emotion called despair is spreading, permeating every corner of this space.
Lu Wenwu tasted a hint of unwillingness in this despair that was like a tide.
He thought about it, and the golden sun of merit rose up behind him, protecting him firmly.
A layer of gold-plated "membrane" quickly covered his body, flowing and swirling like water waves, with a warmth that could break all the coldness.
This is the product of the fusion of the power of merit and the power of the sun.
If there is anything that can restrain this corrupting force that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, these two must be good choices.
Judging from the experience gained from the God of Blood and Dark Night, perhaps a sea of blood formed by pure murderous intent and bloody evil spirit also has the same isolation effect, and may even be better.
But Lu Wenwu was not very willing to gamble.
The mountain of meat in front of us was already in a precarious state.
If we add some unknown force to stimulate it, who knows what it will turn into?
He carefully extended his hand and made contact with the sticky flesh and blood that emitted starlight.
In just a moment, Lu Wenwu's power of merit began to be used crazily at the speed of a flood, and the flames of the golden sun of merit suddenly rose up and became more and more vigorous.
Violent black smoke rose from the place where his palm touched, almost burning into a gray-black flame.
This is different from the negative force injected into the body of a god. Instead, it is a special substance that appears after being completely burned out by the power of merit and the sun.
Such a crude purification did not completely eliminate it, but it was indeed weakened to a point where even ordinary people with strong willpower could withstand it.
As a large amount of black, twisted and distorted flesh and blood was burned into a thick black fog that floated up, the previously flickering starlight became brighter and brighter, and the thoughts and will it emitted began to become firm.
The seeds to break the darkness began to take root and sprout, and the consciousness that transmitted the voice rekindled hope.
In the process of purifying the deformed flesh and blood through the Golden Sun of Merit, Lu Wenwu also tried to refine it directly through [Evil Nemesis] and [Devouring the Sky and the Earth].
The results were less than ideal.
The former cannot draw any "evil power" from it at all.
In the latter case, the effort and reward are completely disproportionate.
All the energy absorbed into the body is used for replenishment, which is many times more than what is consumed by simple purification now.
And there is also the risk of mental corruption.
Lu Wenwu didn't hesitate for even a second and directly gave up these two methods.
He didn't choose to let Maomao take a bite to try it.
The risk is too great, and Maomao doesn’t have any resurrection coins!
Under such circumstances, the two sides started a tug-of-war.
Lu Wenwu was trying to consume more flesh and blood from the black distorted mountain of flesh in order to dig out the consciousness that was buried deep inside.
The black distorted flesh mountain is replenishing itself by absorbing a large amount of negative energy, making the corrupt power that can even distort the minds of gods stronger, and at the same time recovering itself.
Lu Wenwu has never been afraid of a tug-of-war, as he has an extremely strong recovery ability.
Today, he seemed to have met his match.
The deeper he dug, the more energy he consumed, increasing exponentially.
This made Lu Wenwu frown slightly.
This means that it is almost impossible for him to wear down the opponent through this tug-of-war of attrition.
As long as one's own consumption reaches a certain level, the offensive and defensive momentum will be reversed, and one's own recovery speed will be much lower than the consumption speed.
By then, even he himself might be in danger.
I don’t know how long it took.
Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour.
The top of the meat mountain finally melted completely, and Lu Wenwu successfully found the center point of recovery and consumption.
Now, the competition between the two sides has reached a complete stalemate.
The good news is that Lu Wenwu's hard work paid off.
He finally dug out a part of the consciousness buried at the top of the distorted meat mountain.
Having studied at the Magic Academy for a year, he immediately recognized that this was the missing Star Staff in the hands of the Magic Goddess - the original body!
Again, this is bad news.
Because the thought fluctuations he felt just now were released from here.
Now, right before his eyes, the stars were twinkling, and everything was so clear.
Lu Wenwu thought of the Dragon God far away on Dragon Island.
He took a deep breath and said, "Should I call you the Star Staff or the God of Magic?"
"Actually, I'd prefer you call me by my former name—Magik," said the male voice that had appeared earlier. "In truth, I abandoned my godhood a long time ago, but I managed to preserve my power and self-awareness."
"Consciousness backup?" Lu Wenwu thought of the Dragon God again.
"Oh? Unknown strong man, you have actually seen the alchemical consciousness left by the giant lizard of Dragun?"
He seemed a little surprised about the Star Staff, or maybe it was Magic, but he soon understood.
"Oh, if you think about it, it's actually not a big deal. It's not something to be surprised about."
"If you can even get into this place and dig my consciousness out of this rotten body, I don't think he can stop you."
"Excuse me, but please allow an old man who can't remember how many years he has lived to be a little suspicious. How did you find this place? Where are you from?"
"I'm probably considered an outstanding graduate of the Magik Wizard Academy, Principal," Lu Wenwu answered truthfully. "As for where I come from, it's hard to say. In a sense, I probably come from the same world as the Dimension... the Ancestral God you know."
"Ah, the Dimension Wanderers? I know them. They're a very friendly race. At least you and my teacher are very friendly." Magik said with some emotion, "I originally thought that the one who found this place would be an arcanist with the power to kill gods."
"Arcanists have this kind of potential?" Lu Wenwu was stunned.
Magik admitted, "I don't know, but I think there should be. After all, this is a profession created by my thought process. It allows true mortals to have the opportunity to embark on the path of transcendence. How could an arcanist not want to possess the power of a god?"
"Unfortunately, perhaps the time was too short, or perhaps the thinking of mortals and arcanists was still somewhat limited, but in the end, the situation I envisioned didn't unfold. This is a bit regrettable. The only consolation is probably that magicians and arcanists no longer believe in me, which is quite good."
"Ha, my plan wasn't such a failure after all."
"Can you tell me what your original plan was?" Lu Wenwu asked, "And what exactly is this thing?"
He was a little curious about it.
The final secret of magic is hidden in this consciousness that calls itself Magic.
"Of course, but this plan is a bit long, I have to start from the beginning."
Magik had no desire to hide this.
In other words, he thought Lu Wenwu was trustworthy.
Or maybe he thought that at this point, there was no point in covering it up.
You see, Majik didn't even verify the authenticity of Lu Wenwu's words, nor did he verify his identity, and just told everything.
"I've forgotten how many years ago, when the world wasn't as vibrant and full of life as it is today, with all things competing for the extraordinary power."
"Everything is still in a primitive and ignorant state. Humans are not yet the masters of the continent. Tribes are still fearfully learning how to use fire from the dwarves and how to plant from the elves. They pray to the primitive gods, formed from natural landscapes we cannot yet understand, to grant us the power to survive."
"Gradually, we mastered extraordinary powers, began to grow stronger, began to cast incredible spells, and began to defeat those creatures that once treated us as ants."
"I don't know if I'm the first extraordinary person in this world."
"But there is no doubt that among the few students who had the honor of studying under the teacher, I was the strongest."
"The teacher is so kind. He leads us towards civilization, teaching us how to use language to harness and control extraordinary power, how to guide thought through religion, and how to become incredible beings through collective consciousness."
"The teacher calls this extraordinary power we control magic, and those who possess this ability magicians."
"Those who cultivate both magic and thought to perfection will stand shoulder to shoulder with their teacher and become—a god!"
"Unfortunately, this wonderful moment is very short-lived. Our world is just a brief stop on the Teacher's journey, and soon He will set off again to continue His journey."
"After the teacher left, I was the first to become the god I had always dreamed of, the God of Magic."
"Back then, human thought was far less complex, and gaining the power of faith was quite easy."
"Under my protection, the tribe has grown larger, the people are living better and better, and the number of magicians has increased."
"Until a certain moment, the number of gods exploded."
“More and more gods are appearing.”
"Excuse me, Principal, I'd like to interrupt." Lu Wenwu raised his free hand to signal, "If you are the first to become a god, then other races..."
Majik's helpless voice echoed, "There's nothing we can do. The teacher is kind and treats everyone equally. All intelligent creatures who possess a certain level of extraordinary power can listen to his teachings."
"The path to becoming a god is not unique to humans."
"After the emergence of humanity's second god, I attempted to destroy those races that hadn't yet given birth to gods but had bullied us. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to completely wipe them out. This was probably the spark that sparked the war among the gods."
"At first, it was just a war between different races due to historical reasons and conflicts. I was so high-spirited at the time that I didn't take it seriously at all. I led the humans who had established their own country to retaliate frantically, seeking revenge for all the blood and tears that had been shed."
"But after a while, I discovered something that horrified me."
"This world cannot support too many gods."
"Even if the threshold to becoming a god becomes increasingly demanding, the speed at which gods grow will, in a very short time, overwhelm the world's carrying capacity, plunging everything into silence."
"The power of the gods is so great that they can easily create a supernatural system. A single thought can turn the earth into a desert and the sea into an oasis. No god can avoid being addicted to the power that distorts reality."
"I think that since you have found me and have met Dragun, you should know the essence of magic."
Lu Wenwu nodded: "Distorting reality through one's own will is the rule of this world."
"Yes, this is the rule of this world."
Majik's approval made the stars twinkle.
"Mortals' thoughts can create extraordinary powers, and can create magicians with the talent to cast spells. Magicians can create incredible magic, which mortals worship and create gods."
"Then have you ever thought about a question?"
"Mortals' thoughts created gods, magicians can create magic, so what can the thoughts of gods create?"
Lu Wenwu was suddenly stunned.
God's thoughts?
Without waiting for his reply, Majik continued, "The gods' thoughts have long been distorted beyond recognition by mortals."
"Or we can simply say that behind every god lies a group of intelligent beings who share the same stance."
"As long as there is an intelligent creature, there will be desire and darkness in their heart."
"Take humanity, for example. The thing we've always been so proud of, the mark that distinguishes whether we've escaped primitiveness and chaos, is morality."
"The essence of this quality is to suppress the most primitive desires, allowing our society to break away from the primitive and ignorant jungle law and form a spontaneous, customary unspoken rule."
"Suppression is just suppression, not complete annihilation."
"Mortals keep these things in their hearts and don't express them."
"Good wishes gave birth to gods."
"And what about those primitive desires that are suppressed by ideology and morality?"
"This is a world where everything you wish for can come true," said Majik quietly.
A gentleman judges by deeds rather than by heart, and judging by the heart, no one is perfect in the world.
Morality can restrain the body but cannot restrain the mind.
The power of thought to distort reality only requires thinking.
Lu Wenwu took a deep breath and answered the question that Majik had just asked in his mind.
What is born from the thoughts of God is distortion.
(End of this chapter)
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