Chapter 78 Death
As He looked over, Fu Jiao heard a sound similar to glass breaking.
It was light and strange, and was connected to the crackling sound of the data stream.
Guan Jiu seemed to be stunned by this look, and Cang Huang took a few steps back, hiding himself in the shadows. The real Fu Jiao turned his head slightly to look at the young Guan Jiu in the illusion, and heard the heartbeat simulated by the data stream, beating, beating, and every sound was clear.
——"Can't even say goodbye?"
After a long silence, the former Supreme God exhaled and repeated.
"I'm afraid not," the light and shadow observer replied, "I'm sorry."
"Who set the rules?"
"Your father's permission, whether from the authority or the person."
The Supreme God's expression suddenly became uglier, and his golden eyes revealed a little shock in disbelief: "Why did I take you to see your parents?" "
......Yes."
The observer turned his head slightly, and his tone was light, but it seemed that he still had a strong, happy smile: "But that was a long, long time ago."
The Supreme God did not speak, but just crossed his arms and looked at the other party. The instant light and shadow lowered his eyes to look at the people who walked out of the door of the parliament hall.
The crowd was bustling and talking and laughing. The moon of the wasteland civilization was a little darker than the future. The bells of the late night came from afar, like a horn urging the parties to make certain decisions.
"It's time. Leave the rest to me."
The observer stood beside her. The figure made of light and heat was a head taller than her. When they walked side by side, even the arched window lattices could not cast a reflection. It was like a ghost that did not exist in the real world.
"See you in the future." He said softly.
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After the last sentence fell, layers of ripples suddenly surged in the perspective, as if a mirror was broken by a spell.
In just half a second of breathing, the illusion was like high-temperature melted butter, and the phantom composed of deep purple data flow in front of her faded in an instant.
The Baroque-style building with the breath of the wasteland civilization was like a picture erased by an eraser, revealing the original empty purple-black space.
This space seemed to have no gravity or gravitation, and even no sound.
As if in a real crack in the rules, the Supreme God's divinity was restricted accordingly. Fu Jiao frowned slightly, feeling a little short of breath.
Everything was fading.
In the dark space that was as vast and chaotic as the universe, a cold, slender arm covered with purple-black runes and numbers slowly pressed against the Supreme God's shoulder.
"How cruel," Guan Jiu murmured, "A very, very cruel choice, isn't it?"
"You left silently, erasing your existence and memories, so that these damn natural disasters could successfully threaten the survival of the universe."
"Galaxy storms, rifts, mutant tides... are all the results of what you, you and the 'Observer', and even higher-dimensional beings have planned." "
All the variables that have occurred in this universe are inevitable fate."
"When you made the contract of 'wake up only when the universe is in turmoil', was it also for these moments?"
The poisonous jellyfish laughed in a whisper. If that can still be called a "laugh".
Fu Jiao took a few steps back and turned to look at him.
Because he was actively parasitic on half of the rift, Guan Jiu now looks like a ghost. Purple-black cracks like complex lines were all over the pale skin, and even the androgynous face was covered with fine purple. The human body seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Fu Jiao could even hear the sound of his bones breaking. Crack
, crack. The sound was clear.
"In the Wasteland Age, the subspecies that suffered the most from acid rain and smoke corrosion were the sea tribe subspecies."
"The ocean at that time was different from the ocean today - black, green, and every inch of sea water carried a strong sour smell. The sea tribe subspecies bred here were much weaker and more miserable than they are now. They did not have the talents and strength that land creatures are proud of. Their average lifespan was over 130 years, several times less than other species."
"My mother died of dystocia. Before she died, she gave birth to three deformed children. I am the only normal child - I mean, normal on the surface."
"The elders of the sea tribe said that I would not live past 100 years old."
"That year, most of the sea subspecies became slaves of the land subspecies. Under the extreme weakness and backwardness, even the beauty and musical talent of the sea people became standards that could be coveted and judged. Before I met you, I thought that short life might be a gift from the gods to the sea people. After all, death is far more peaceful than slavery."
"After meeting you, I don't want to die."
At this point, Guan Jiu narrowed his red eyes, whose whites had completely decayed into purple-black, and exhaled a breath of dust-like, light air.
He touched the clearly visible cracks on his face and whispered: "In the first thousand years after you disappeared, a galactic rift appeared in the galaxy on the edge of the newly established Federation. It was very subtle, not even enough to attract people's attention. From that moment on, I knew that everything you planned was about to begin."
"In the thousand years when the galactic storm had not yet posed a threat, I brought most of the edge galaxies where galactic storms appeared into the black market, preventing the Federation's top leaders from discovering and studying the rifts. After discovering for the first time that the rift would pollute the surrounding organisms, I was the first person to use its characteristics to change the genetic structure."
"I know you will come back - even if I receive your prayer and contract, my life span is far from being as long and nearly immortal as other heirs. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you."
The voice of the poisonous jellyfish could even be described as calm and gentle, so gentle that it was smooth, as if he was telling someone else's story.
"When I first merged with the rift, it was very painful. My internal organs seemed to be polluted. I have seen the appearance of those mutants, with three heads and six legs, very ugly. So at that time I always carried a gun with me, ready to shoot myself at any time. If I really died, I still wanted to die beautifully." "
But I guess it was because of God's blessing that I did not turn into that kind of monster, and I successfully stole life from the existence of the rift."
"A longer, almost immortal life. At the cost of my will as a human being."
"I've read the diagnosis written by Wu Fuyi for Deng Baoying. The snow deer suspected that the divine blood you gave to the griffon was slowly corroding him from the inside out, until it turned into an existence that was completely different from its original state. Now think about it, does this body that is gradually being spread by the cracks no longer belong to 'Guan Jiu'?"
"The me you see now, is it just the personality of my old self that was covered by the cracks after it gained the memories of the past?"
Guan Jiu smiled lightly, and it seemed that he didn't care about this problem: "But unfortunately, I'm not a scholar at the research institute, and I don't have time to think about these crappy moral and ethical issues. Speaking of which, because of this inspiration, I also asked my company to develop a new game called 'Ship of Theseus', which has sold very well."
"Come to think of it, are there any expenses from this game in your account?"
The Supreme God, who just spent a thousand star coins on this new game last month: "..."
Guan Jiu folded his arms and concluded ruthlessly: "It seems so."
"But you also know that cheating never ends well."
The Poison Jellyfish changed the subject, lowered his head lazily, looked at his body full of holes and cracks, and then opened his arms, as if showing them to the Supreme God.
"I've waited for seven thousand years, and this body is already at the end of its strength. Maybe I can live another hundred years? Two hundred years? I don't know - but at least before you come back, I've almost given up waiting for you. I'm dying, and a dead person can't wait for you."
"The black market previously proposed an idea that it is possible to transplant the will into another young body and keep it alive like the real Ship of Theseus. For me, whose soul has been completely parasitized by this delirious non-human hostage, this method seems worth a try, and it may even be more convenient and quicker."
"So I adopted that stupid kid Guan Buhui."
"Just like humans raise livestock for food, from the moment I adopted him, I was ready to seize his body after he grew up."
"Keep living, live longer, maybe I can wait for you."
"..."
"But his brain is too stupid, and I'm afraid that giving it up will affect my own brain." Guan Jiu paused slightly, and said so with the corners of his mouth pulling with difficulty.
It was a very lame lie, the Supreme God knew it, and he himself knew it.
Guan Jiu had never developed any feelings similar to a sense of belonging to this federation, and he believed that he would no longer have emotional fluctuations about anything.
Under such conditions, it seemed that love had become an embarrassing and shameful fact. He was ashamed to say this word.
Just like Guan Jiu did not dare to admit in the past that he once loved the Supreme God more than he loved everything about himself.
Just like Guan Jiu now does not dare to admit that he loves Guan Buhui more than he loves all the plans and strategies he has carefully arranged.
"As for the false god? Oh... His appearance cannot be blamed on Wu Fuyi, this is indeed my fault."
"He should not have existed, or rather, he would have been a brainless humanoid weapon according to Wu Fuyi's plan. But unfortunately, this replica bred by the blood of God seems to have a strange resonance with the rift. I thought he would be a more appropriate container than humans. I tried to seize his body."
After saying this, Guan Jiu spread his hands with regret: "As you can see, it failed."
"Maybe something went wrong. The injection of the rift gave it a stronger sense of self. The moment it realized that it was about to be swallowed by me, it was able to fight back. It still hates me now. It's a pity - because of it, I have been recuperating for a long time."
"I'm talking about the past again. Sorry."
"In short, I'm going to die," said the poisonous jellyfish. "I have been carefully selecting a beautiful cemetery since a hundred years ago, but I haven't chosen one until now. It's miserable, isn't it?"