Chapter 32 The Ship of Theseus

From the moment of birth, Fu Jiao was destined to be the supreme god of this plane.

From the entire universe to a frog, they are all her believers and her people.

God loves the world.

So God is destined to be responsible for this world, for every living being in this world.

No matter how despicable or insignificant, no matter how ugly or dirty.

Just like the dying griffon crawling on the collapsed temple to pray countless years ago, and just like the souls trapped by the galactic storm - or in other words, the fallen rules screaming hysterically.

Anyone who calls on the gods will get a response from the gods.

Even if the gods are asleep and silent.

*

After understanding the whole story, Fu Jiao took the initiative to change the place to chat.

"It's not good for your mind to stay in such a place for a long time," she said lightly, "You don't want to become like Baoying, do you?"

Wu Fuyi: "..."

Wu Fuyi: "Let's go, let's go now."

He already claimed to be the most mentally normal of the four heirs.

If he also went crazy, it was estimated that there would really be no one to clean up the mess for those crazy guys in the future.

Although in fact, Wu Fuyi's mental state was not much better. The steaming

tea was poured into the gold-painted white porcelain cup, and the sweet cake was piled with caramel and cream. The temperature in the office was much warmer than the underground forbidden area. The scent of documents, books and papers lingered in the spacious and bright room, as if in an instant, one had returned to the warm and comfortable world from the dark underground laboratory that was suffocating like cold sea water.

Xuelu ordered the relevant staff to handle the underground forbidden area and the laboratory in an orderly manner. On the other side, Deng Baoying's psychological assessment analysis for today had also been delivered to the office.

When the paper documents of the assessment were delivered by a special person, Fu Jiao was still leaning on the sofa quietly, drinking hot tea.

After returning from the forbidden area, the Supreme God seemed to be calmer than before, or maybe it was just an illusion of mist covering his clothes.

The familiar, brilliant golden eyes were as peaceful as ever, with a faint smile, as if a big stone was thrown into them, and no real emotions could be revealed.

...

The Supreme God did not seem to have any intention of hiding anything.

She spoke frankly and calmly about everything she saw in the forbidden area.

Including the above paragraph.

"So, the galaxy storm you mentioned was caused by me, and it must be repaired by me personally."

"Except for me, no matter how fast and terrifying this civilization develops, no matter how hard you try, it will be useless."

At this point, she paused slightly, and then added considerately.

——"There is just one difference."

"These souls are trapped in the cracks of the fallen rules. The fundamental reason for the fall of the rules is that there is no God here. In other words, it is my fault that indirectly harmed these lives. This is my sin and karma, and I can intervene at will."

"And the disaster that Baoying faced in the past was his own karma, his fate, and had nothing to do with God."

"I shouldn't have intervened."

As he spoke, Fu Jiao lowered his eyes and looked indifferently at the psychological assessment report belonging to Deng Baoying placed on the misty table.

"Come to think of it, you have been hiding it from me for so long since I came back."

"About him."

"..."

This sentence was said slowly and with a regretful ending, without any blame.

But suddenly, Wu Fuyi felt a chill on his back.

God was dissatisfied with this.

Even if it was just a little bit of dissatisfaction.

The divine pattern under the robe was ominously scalding and scorching, and the temperature of the entire office seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant, as if it was stuffed into a cold storage.

There was obviously a trace of panic and confusion in the heir's expression.

He stood up hurriedly, his hair falling on his shoulders. Xuelu spoke in a low and hurried voice, and his speech speed was several times faster: "Lord God, we are not..."

Fu Jiao calmly raised a hand to stop his words that were intended to defend himself. All those explanations that had never been said were stuck in the throat at once, like a bitter stone that could neither be swallowed nor spit out.

"What's the big deal? Don't be nervous," the Supreme God frowned again, the icy atmosphere suddenly shrank, she exhaled, and then laughed, "I'm not stupid, even if you hide it from me, I know what the child is like in my heart."

"But, I don't know what to do about Baoying's problem."

"......You too," Wu Fuyi repeated, "You also don't know, what to do?"

"Well, yes, it sounds very derelict, right?"

Fu Jiao crossed her fingertips and rested them on her chin, and seemed to smile helplessly, but her eyes moved elsewhere, as if she was recalling something.

"I've said it before, haven't I? My existence is not something that humans can observe. Even the slightest deviation may lead to genetic mutation."

"Whether it's mental or physical - this kind of mutation is collectively called 'pollution' by you."

"The cub that was about to die in the acid rain was saved by me with divine blood. But even I don't know what kind of thing Deng Baoying is, who was awakened after being irrigated and polluted by divine blood."

"To be more blunt, I don't know what kind of monster I have created."

"Just like the Ship of Theseus - if a person's blood, organs and even brain are replaced, even every cell and every gene sequence chain are mutated and transformed, and he becomes a follower of divine blood and a vassal of God." "Then

can he still be considered a human being?"

*

When I came out of the office, Deng Baoying was already waiting in the corridor outside.

I don’t know how long he had been waiting.

The large cat seemed to be a little irritated because he hadn’t seen his owner for a long time.

The tall man leaned against the wall silently with his eyes downcast. His long, light eyelashes trembled. He looked at the girl indifferently and pursed his lips slightly. Fu Jiao stood at the door with a bitter smile. In his hallucination, he saw a big cat that had been waiting for its owner for a long time and was unhappy. It slapped the ground with its tail and its ears were flattened into airplane ears.

"You two have been talking for a long time," the big cat saw its owner coming and covered up its secret dissatisfaction. It reluctantly shook its tail, so that normal people could hear the grievance in his words, "...it's almost dark."

"It's only five o'clock..."

"It's almost dark that day too."

As he said that, he raised his head and looked straight at the mist-covered clothes that followed Fu Jiao out. This time, the unhappy tone was much clearer: "You said it wouldn't be long."

"Sorry."

Wu Fuyi adjusted his glasses nonchalantly, as if on purpose, and showed a gentle smile: "Maybe it's because the Lord God and I have more common topics. We talked for a while... Your Excellency the President, you won't be angry, right?"

"..."

In fact, Fu Jiao had guessed it a long time ago.

Wu Fuyi may not have any romantic thoughts about her.

He just enjoys this kind of Shura field in front of the Lord God, the feeling of Cha Cha.

Maybe it's a kind of decompression pleasure to see Deng Baoying jealous after work.

But the mature and stable Great Lion Vulture did not intend to entangle with Wu Fuyi on this matter. He just sneered lightly, and stood beside Fu Jiao with his long legs.

Deng Baoying was two heads taller than Fu Jiao. He lowered his golden eyes when he spoke, almost giving the illusion that the person in front of him was extremely important. Even his voice was a little hoarse and gentle.

"Just now, there was a message from the temple. I can't get back to him..."

"Guji."

There seemed to be a very faint sound. Deng Baoying's pupils slightly raised, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the corner at the end of the corridor, like a beast that suddenly entered a tense battle state.

It was as if there was something extremely obscure and extremely unpleasant hidden there just now, clinging in the darkness, listening to their voices.

It was so salty that it seemed like a creature crawling out from the bottom of the sea, dripping with stinky water.

Every drop of blood in his veins was repelling something approaching him.

Disgusting.

Very disgusting.

He wanted to...kill it. Kill it, devour it, leaving no trace behind.

That kind of thing, absolutely, absolutely, could not appear in front of the Lord God.

Beside the Lord God, there could only be him...

one...monster.

The bone spurs on his spine were stirring again, as if they were trying to struggle and pierce his flesh. The sense of rejection from the same kind gave the Griffin an unpretentious murderous intent.

"...What's wrong, Baoying?"

Fu Jiao reached out and grabbed his wrist in time, raising his head to look at him. The palm of the Supreme God was warm, and the close contact seemed to instantly pull back his precarious sanity.

Deng Baoying suddenly came back to his senses, pressed his forehead with his pale knuckles and closed his eyes, suppressing the strange but strong murderous intent that had just surged up.

"Nothing," he said vaguely, "I just felt a little uncomfortable, it's nothing."

"Uncomfortable?" Fu Jiao repeated suspiciously, looking back at the mist-covered clothes, and then at the heart rate monitor on the wrist of the lion eagle.

But before her eyes touched the instrument, Deng Baoying turned his body to the side, blocking her inquiring eyes, and changed the subject lightly: "Well, only a little bit... Where were you just talking about?"

"...Ha."

Xuelu sneered lightly, as if he was despising his colleague's acting skills that had improved by leaps and bounds in the past few thousand years.

The latter glanced at him coldly, and the threat was self-evident.

"Ten minutes ago, the news from the temple," the director of the institute who was very good at finding opportunities did not care about the threat of the griffon, and only took over the conversation and said softly, "The young master of the black market ran away from the temple."

...

At the same time, a fainter sound of water rang out at the corner of the corridor.

The translucent golden soft tentacles squirmed, quietly following the ventilation duct of the institute and drilling back into the dark and humid place.

In the dense golden and purple cracks on it, countless pupils were spinning around, using them to detect the surrounding information and smells.

...But it was really strange.

Why do I feel the same disgusting and disgusting breath here?

Thousands of light years away, the hypocrite in the nest, who was manipulated by his will, lowered his light golden eyes and thought deeply in great confusion.

In this plane.

As a hypocrite, could there be others like me?