Chapter 94 Far in the future
"Fu Jiao."
Behind her, the little lion eagle tugged at his sleeves, took a deep breath, and whispered: "Where is this?"
"Why did you become like that... Is the person on the opposite side bullying you?"
Fu Jiao lowered his head and rubbed the little lion eagle's hair to comfort him. When Deng Baoying was this age, she had just picked him up and moved him into a cabin in the forest. He didn't feel safe, and even had to climb onto the bed in the middle of the night to make sure she was there. He was much cuter than the lion dog who would pretend to be pitiful after blaspheming ten thousand years later.
Although the latter was also very handsome.
"Don't worry, I'm here," the Supreme God said lightly, "It will be over soon. Soon."
As she said that, she raised her head and looked at the false god on the opposite side.
As if realizing what was about to happen, the blood-red codes around the false god trembled, and then slowly assembled and pieced together, sticking together into a familiar, brand-new face.
Guan Buhui's face and figure reappeared in the high-dimensional space, even more pitiful and innocent than before.
The pink and purple hair fluttered, and the whole body was wrapped in a white robe. The Supreme God was used to the colorful and strange clothes of the little parrot, and at first glance he was a little uncomfortable, so he had to look away and prepare himself mentally.
"So, are you going to kill me?" The false god said softly with Guan Buhui's face, and even his voice was pinched to be almost the same as the little parrot.
"The child Guanbuhui is still in my body. If you kill me, he will also die... Your hands will be stained with the sin of worldly killing. He is the life you destroyed yourself."
"You won't bear to kill me, right? He is the son of destiny here... the beloved little darling of you observers."
The false god gently touched his young and energetic cheek, drooped his eyebrows, and looked at the Supreme God pitifully: "You can't bear it, can you? Lord God?"
"... The abacus beads are about to break my face," the Supreme God pulled the corner of his mouth, "Is this why you hide in the shell of Guanbuhui? Bear it? I even feel disgusted."
"What you say is really heartbreaking."
The false god seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, He raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a hint of sarcasm: "You also know that the one who wanted to occupy his shell at the beginning was not me, but your good Guanjiu - after all, I just...well, took something that others didn't want. Make the best use of it, don't I?"
"No matter how despicable you are, you're not as despicable as that bastard jellyfish, right?"
"..."
As if he thought of something disturbing, the Supreme God rubbed his temple and pushed the little lion griffon, who was displeased with his words and was ready to move, behind him.
"You're right, this point... is indeed his fault," Fu Jiao exhaled and frowned, "I will punish him after everything is over."
"Oh, of course, I mean... after you die."
"And you may have misunderstood one thing," the Supreme God said lightly, "It's not me who wants to kill you. I don't intend to kill you either."
"You will just die here, your soul will float in the endless high-dimensional space, and finally turn into flying, single particles."
"Just as your existence itself is just a fallacy of human civilization."
As calm as if telling a story, Fu Jiao only raised his hand, hooked it lightly, and made a gesture similar to "summoning".
The Supreme God was tired of the drama created by the fallacy, and this drama was not pleasant.
She herself has never liked big comedies. If she wants to watch one, a romantic drama like Romeo and Juliet is more suitable for a date.
It seems that she has sensed that the Supreme God is ready to end all conflicts so far. The false god wanted to say something, but suddenly she felt a jump in her heart, as if an engine was put into operation again, constantly gathering new power and energy.
His pupils shrank slightly, and he lowered his head to see the data flow on his chest begin to slowly and unquestionably dissipate.
——Guan Buhui, woke up.
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It hurts.
When Guan Buhui woke up, he found himself lying face down in a dark mental prison. The simulated cold floor texture was almost sticking to his face. He felt pain all over his body as if his bones were broken and put back together again. He was trembling so much that even his muscles were cramped. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up. He could only lie on the ground gasping for breath like a dead fish.
However, I should be more like a dead parrot. He thought so with a smile.
...So, what happened outside when he was asleep?
Oh, I remember.
The universe was destroyed.
Just thinking of this word, Guan Buhui felt a burst of pain in his heart, as if despair had been pressing up his throat and he couldn't breathe.
He lay on the ground and panted for a long time before he pulled himself together, propped himself up and sat up, leaning against the wall.
The universe was destroyed, and everything was gone.
He was still trapped in this dead place and couldn't get out. When the false god collapsed, he would collapse too.
Is this his life?
Guan Buhui slowly curled himself up and shrank into the corner of the wall. He didn't even want to look up and see the miserable state of the universe through the eyes of the false god.
It would be better not to wake up, he thought so miserably. Wouldn't it be good to just sleep like this? At least he wouldn't have to face reality.
Speaking of this...
who woke him up?
"Have you finally thought of this problem?" A cold and vaguely familiar voice came from above, "Idiot."
This voice frightened Guan Buhui so much that he suddenly looked up and saw that in this narrow mental cage comparable to a monitoring room, another figure had appeared at some point. The
dark purple outline, reflecting countless brilliance and illusory shadows, was more like a humanoid creature composed of cracks than a human. The face and body details could not be seen, only the chaotic and ethereal aura was very similar to that of a false god, and there were dark purple and light purple cracks and light patterns around it.
The chaotic outline composed of rich purple. Light and shadow, or... an existence he did not understand.
Guan Buhui was really frightened, and reached out to grope for some self-defense tools, but there was not even dust in this damn place, let alone any other tools.
The little parrot could only move back slowly and tensely to show its vigilance: "You...what are you...are you a false god?"
"Me? Am I that thing?" The purple light and shadow sneered contemptuously, took a step forward, and stood in front of him, "Don't compare me with that kind of replica, I think it's cheap."
"If you insist on calling me...just call me 'Observer'."
"..." But your breath smells exactly the same as His! !
The little parrot clasped his hands in front of his chest and stared at the purple light and shadow without blinking. The latter didn't care, just squatted down and looked at him. After a while, he gently kicked his calf: "Don't sit there, get up, you little brat."
"What's wrong with getting up?"
Perhaps because this "Observer" spoke and acted in a way that was too similar to his adoptive father, Guan Buhui subconsciously said, "You're still trapped here and can't go anywhere. Now that it's like this, it doesn't matter what I do."
The purple light looked at him. Or rather, Guan Buhui felt that He was looking at him, with an indescribable, calm, and helpless emotion in His eyes.
After a while, He raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the mental cage not far away.
The little parrot looked in the direction of His finger and saw that in the endless void and darkness, a crooked and expanding crack was slowly appearing.
Unlike the purple crack that was sprayed with blood-red garbled code and polluted air, this crack was more like the exit of a nightmare. The crack emitted a soft, morning-like white light, gentle and soft.
"Go." The purple light said lightly, "Go out."
"You shouldn't have come here... In other words, this is all my fault."
"You... your fault?" Guan Buhui repeated.
The development of the matter was unexpected. The little parrot did not expect that the exit of the mental cage would appear in front of him so casually. He turned over in disbelief and climbed up shakily against the wall.
"It's my fault," the observer of purple light stood quietly in place, looking at the little parrot retreating towards the white light crack, "Although it was my fault in the past...but in the end, it's my fault."
"When I was overlooking the sandbox with those useless colleagues in the temple, everything had been planned - the cause and effect of the past and the future."
"Including the evolution of "him" and the crack that merged with the M31 galaxy, it was also the result of my manipulation. In other words, the crack that merged with "him" originally belonged to me."
After saying this, Guan Buhui turned around in a daze and looked at the purple light, suddenly realizing: "Belong to you? What do you mean belong to...you are, what are you?"
"I am the rift itself."
The purple light said calmly: "All the chaos in this cosmic sandbox, including the galactic storms and mutants that have troubled you for thousands of years, the rifts and pollution indices that you have studied for thousands of years, all belong to me. The disaster of this universe was caused by me and was created by me alone - I am the disaster here itself."
He stood in the shadow of the mental cage, unable to turn around and stand in the light revealed by the rift, and the two looked at each other.
The parrot seemed to understand something: "So, all the disasters that happened here are your fault. It was you who brought the galactic storm into the world, and it was you who pushed the monster of the false god... to destroy the entire universe."
The observer nodded slightly and crossed his arms. As expected, he heard the little parrot ask: "Why."
"Because if not, I would not exist."
The purple light patiently explained: "As you see me, I exist in the future that you can touch. Because the cause planted now can have the current result."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will know it later... in the very, very distant future."
Guan Buhui nodded, stood at the edge, and his throat rolled a few times.
After a long while, he lowered his eyebrows and whispered: "The last question."
The purple light made a "please ask" gesture.
"......" the little parrot asked, "Actually, you are my adoptive father Guan Jiu, right?"
The observer stood in the shadows and looked at him without saying a word. The unbearable silence spread in the darkness, and the purple light and shadow stretched out its hand, as if it was pressing its throat.
After a while, He spoke, pointing directly at the crack, and his voice became much softer.
"Go forward, don't look back."
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