Chapter 155 Omniscience × Precognition
【The beginning of all stories originated from a conspiracy. 】
[Perhaps you have heard Tong Ming, the peeping Tom, talk about the origin of monsters. A god fell on this land, and the pollution he brought created the monster species.
So, if He is a God, why would He bring pollution to the world?
Because the one who planned the sneak attack on Him was a powerful fallen god king.
His power was contaminated by the devil, and the authority he held was also shattered.
Chaos is also an extremely powerful god. His fall means that the dimension of light will lose a powerful protector. For this reason, he must choose the next successor as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, all of us sons of God are polluted. When He wants to choose a successor from among us, it’s like choosing a less rotten melon from a group of rotten melons. Alas, it’s such a dilemma.
So He found me and wanted me to help my brothers and sisters weave their destinies, to guide them to understand the meaning of "love" and "protection", and to walk on the right path.
I agreed.
I was pretending.
Haha, actually I have been recruited by the Fallen God King a long time ago. The Fallen God does not want to see the birth of a new God, so He ordered me to destroy the fate of all the Sons of God and make them all fall into the dark camp.
I happily accepted the Fallen Angel's order.
They say he is the polluted Son of God, so what good can there be in him?
I hold the power of destiny in my hands, I can play with the fate of everyone, I am like a bad boy with a new toy, and I am not afraid to show everyone the power of the toy.
My second brother, who was scheming and liked to manipulate time, died because of his own cleverness.
The third sister likes schizophrenia, so let her be torn into pieces and die without a complete body.
My fourth brother is treacherous and despicable, scheming and greedy, wanting to have his cake and eat it too. How could such a good thing happen? Doesn't he love to weave nightmares? I will make him lose his loved ones and sleep in nightmares forever.
My fifth brother is a man of few words, so I will make him speechless and turn him into a complete mindless puppet.
Sixth brother, oh, sixth brother, what is the greatest punishment for this peeping Tom? Of course, it is to deprive him of his eyes, so that he can never see what he wants to see.
The seventh brother is bloodthirsty, so let him die in a crazy battle.
Eighth brother likes to invite others to play games. There is nothing much to say. Let him die in the game between me and fourth brother, hee.
As for Lao Jiu, unfortunately, I cannot decide his fate. He is the embodiment of disaster and the unlucky guy chosen by God. His fate will be disturbed by "luck" and "misfortune" at every moment. Even I cannot see the trajectory of his fate. He is the only variable.
I hope this unfortunate guy won't interfere with my murder plan.
Yes, I hate everyone. How could anyone escape this quagmire? Become a god? Forget it.
I want to make sure that no one ends well.
You should have guessed it, Zhou Mian, you are the chess piece I chose to make Tong Ming lose his eyes.
Zhou Mian, let me tell you why I chose you.
In my eyes, "fate" is actually a bunch of red threads woven together. The threads of fate of countless people are actually closely intertwined in a chaotic form.
Even a passing by or a conversation can cause the thread of fate to intertwine and change.
Does it sound a bit like your "Fork in the Road"?
Don’t worry, just keep reading.
I cannot directly change Tong Ming's fate, because the web of his destiny is very complicated. Due to his bad character, this peeping Tom has had intersections with many people, but the intersections are not deep enough.
I cannot take out a thread of fate from Tong Ming's web of destiny and change his fate by weaving it, because the intersections are too short, just like knitting a sweater, there is no time to make a pattern before the thread is gone.
If I want to find a thread of destiny that is long enough, clean enough, and that I can weave, I have to look elsewhere.
I picked and chose among the many threads of human destiny, and finally chose you, Zhou Mian.
At that time, you were just a dying human baby. The thread of your fate only briefly intersected with your mother. It was clean enough. You had no power to resist fate and could let me weave your destiny.
So I took you away from the welfare home.
The people in the welfare home would not find you until the next day. You should have died in the cold night that night. I changed your fate and implanted a new thread of destiny for you.
It is a thread of fate that is tragic, unloved, and forever lonely.
I must make sure that there is no one around you, so that you will fall in love with Tong Ming, that evil eye monster.
Similarly, I know very well what kind of person Tong Ming will fall in love with.
Would you feel lonely if you were an omniscient being who could see everything?
I am sure that he will take pity on you who are equally lonely and pick up Zhou Mian, who is like a little stray dog, and bring him back to the home of the stray eyed monster.
After secretly doing all this, I felt a smug delight in my own scheme. Haha, isn't this fascinating? The all-knowing omniscient, the arrogant and presumptuous omniscient, the omniscient who pried into the world's secrets, was actually willing to focus on just one person.
Hehehe, I have already written the ending for him: the peeper loses his eyes, and under the gaze of the world, he searches for his lover in eternal darkness. All his life, he doesn't know that he has passed by his lover's corpse.
Well, this kind of ending is in line with my aesthetic of destiny.
But don't worry, Zhou Mian, I didn't end up weaving such a fate for Tong Ming.
It's not that I suddenly felt kind towards the peeping Tom, but something unexpected happened along the way.
After I took you away, I didn't send you to your grandmother's house immediately. Firstly, I had to weave your destiny, and secondly, the story I was writing was far from beginning.
In other words, I, the evil weaver of fate and traitor to God, had to feed a human baby in order to complete my conspiracy.
At the beginning, you cried every day, and I wanted to kill you so much. I searched the Internet and read countless baby care books. I kept making milk powder for you, burping you, and changing your diapers while pinching your nose. During that time, I really wanted to die.
Every night when you cried, I pondered a few questions: Did I have to carry out this conspiracy? Could this child really not be killed? Why did I raise a child bride for Lao Liu? Am I crazy?
More than once, I came up to you and called you a "toothless ugly bastard" and a "stupid kid that no one wants." You didn't understand me at that time and even smiled at me.
Now you finally hear it, but it seems a little too late.
Later, you learned to roll over, learned to crawl, and foolishly called me "Mom". I said that this was not right. According to seniority, you should call me "Big Sister", but you are a stupid child. I taught you countless times, but you still prefer to call me "Mom".
Although an elder sister is like a mother, I can't handle it if you call me like that.
You are growing so fast that you will soon outgrow the new clothes I bought for you, so I used the discarded thread of fate to knit you some new red clothes.
You are quite well behaved when you are not making trouble, Zhou Mian. You are a good child who only knows how to cry, unlike my messy brothers and sisters who only know how to cause trouble and make me upset.
Alas, before I knew it, I had invested too much sunk cost in you. You were wearing the new clothes I knitted for you, and I made you fat. You crawled around full of energy every day.
I look at you and begin to feel dissatisfied with your fate.
How can I accept that the child I raised so well will be tortured like this by a group of lowly humans in the future?
You will not dare to ask your grandma to buy you new clothes for fear of being abandoned. You will become thin and weak because of your predictive ability. You will not be able to laugh happily, make new friends, or enjoy the beauty of the world.
I regret it.
What conspiracy? Go find whoever you want. I want you to stay with me and give you the best things.
I tried to pull out the thread of destiny that I forcibly implanted for you, but I failed.
You should have died in the middle of the night, but I saved you and used this thread of fate to force you to live. If you pull out this thread of fate, you will immediately return to your original path of destiny and return to the arms of death.
I use the power of fate to fool fate. If you want to save your life, you must keep fooling fate.
I'm sorry, Zhou Mian, I couldn't keep you. I shouldn't have decided your fate so early, so that when I wanted to regret it, everything was already settled.
I think if there is a prophecy for me, it must be: Those who fool the weaver of fate will eventually be fooled by fate.
Haha, it fits the aesthetic of destiny, doesn’t it?
You were the first time I experienced the bitter fruit of fate's backlash. I felt devastated and hopeless. How could a weaver not be able to control their own destiny? This was ridiculous.
The time when the story begins is getting closer and closer, but I still can't find a way to save you.
I don't want to send you away and send you to that terrible fate with my own hands, but I have no choice but to do this.
If I force you to stay, the fate of death that I have fooled will still catch you.
I finally thought of another way, a way that might save you.
I cannot change your fate, nor can I prevent you from dying, but I can weave Tong Ming's destiny.
For your sake, Tong Ming doesn't have to die, because if he loves you enough, he will give you half of his divinity.
This is the only way I can think of to give you a new destiny.
After becoming a demigod, the human "Zhou Mian" is equivalent to death, and the new "Zhou Mian" naturally has a completely new destiny.
I often wonder, for you, is it better to die or to follow that tragic fate?
I can't tell the difference, and I can't ask you, so I can only make the decision for you.
Being alive is always better than being dead. There is always hope when you are alive, right?
I thought so.
So Zhou Mian, don't take all the blame on yourself. You are a very tough and very good child. No one has the right to blame you. All the mistakes come from me. It is me who gave you the wrong fate. If only time could go back, I would create the best fate and let love and warmth always be by your side.
Unfortunately, it’s too late to say this now.
I leave this letter to tell you not to be sad about the past and not to be afraid of the future.
Fate will no longer be watching you.
I have placed this letter next to you. If nothing unexpected happens, you will open it when you are 22 years old.
This will be our last encounter.
Finally, let me tell you about my conspiracy.
I think I've been possessed by a demon called "Toothless Crybaby." In order to let you live in a normal world, I decided to become a traitor to the Fallen Angel.
I must find a third way, a way where "Cen Xun will not become a Fallen Angel" and "Cen Xun will not eat all his brothers and sisters."
Hey, I've got my eyes on a new chess piece.
That was a natural god that died in the womb. My insidious and despicable fourth brother would definitely like such a naive little bird. Let me see if he would give in if this little bird didn't want the world to be destroyed.
Ah, as the eldest sister, why am I always matchmaking for my younger brothers? Is this right?
Well, let’s stop here. If everything goes well, this conspiracy will come to an end shortly after you see the letter.
Zhou Mian, I hope that in the future, you can have everything you want.
Whether it is a little yellow dog, a little cow cat, or the person who loves you, the person you love.
I will also meet my end. As I said, perhaps the end of all stories will end with my death.
Goodbye, little crybaby.
Jiang Chen
Zhou Mian stared at the letter blankly, not looking away for a long time.
A gust of wind blew over, brushing Zhou Mian's hair, and the flowery paper also made a rustling sound.
Zhou Mian closed his eyes. He never expected that he would have such an intersection with two weird monsters in his life.
"What's this?" Zhou Mian muttered, then smiled bitterly. "You saved me, then gave me this fate. You regretted it in the end, then tried every possible way to make amends. Should I hate you, or should I thank you?"
There are so many things to think about and I can’t figure it out.
Zhou Mian remembered what [Destiny] said in the letter.
If Tong Ming loved him enough, he would give him half of his godhood. In other words, this was the "huge price" that Zhou Mian saw.
In the future woven by [fate], will Tong Ming really do this for him?
Zhou Mian was a little dazed.
Being loved is a luxury. No one has ever been willing to give up anything for him, not even his grandmother. But the person he cares about more is his uncle.
How long had he and Tong Ming been together? Why would Tong Ming sacrifice half of his godhood for him?
Is it just because of love? An illusory love?
His story with Tong Ming began with a tense mutual revenge, and was forcibly maintained by a contract. Later, when the contract ended, Tong Ming said that he was willing to trade his soul to him, so that he would not have to worry about being abandoned again.
Is that love?
Zhou Mian finally realized that although he had been pursuing love all his life, he actually didn't understand how deep the emotion must be to be called "love".
Unfortunately, Zhou Mian no longer had time to get to the bottom of the matter.
Shortly after Zhou Mian read the letter, the Second War of Gods broke out, the nightmare world was sealed, and even the eyeballs Zhou Mian carried with him closed.
The moment he discovered that the thread of fate was gradually pulling away, Zhou Mian realized that the death he had always longed for had finally arrived.
But Zhou Mian was not as happy as he had imagined, probably because he had not had time to sort out Tong Ming's feelings, nor had he had time to respond to the new deal proposed by Tong Ming.
Would the Eye Monster give up the chance to become a god for a stray puppy?
Zhou Mian didn't know.
In a trance, the red thread connecting him and [fate] was completely severed.
In the last moment of his life, Zhou Mian followed his heart and placed a trembling kiss on the closed eyeballs.
Regardless of whether my meeting you was just fate, you have left a profound mark in my life.
If you want that answer, wait until I wake up.
I will definitely tell you.
Then, Zhou Mian really woke up.
In his consciousness, he was only unconscious for a moment, and when he woke up, it was a month later.
Zhou Mian got his answer.
"It's worth it." This is what Tong Ming said.
Zhou Mian looked at him and slowly smiled.
The atmosphere was just right. Zhou Mian opened his mouth and was about to say something when Tong Ming's expression suddenly changed. He rushed over with gritted teeth, pinching Zhou Mian's face and demanding, "Tell me! What did you mean by that last kiss you gave me?!"
Zhou Mian grabbed his wrist and tried to break free from his grip: "What do you think that means?"
Tong Ming said proudly: "Of course, it means you are in love with me."
Zhou Mian didn't say anything, but his ears slowly turned red. Tong Ming leaned over and pinched them, becoming even more proud: "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
"What are you still standing there for? It's a great occasion, kiss me!"
Not sure what Tong Ming was so anxious about. Zhou Mian originally wanted to ask him about his destiny, but when he urged him, he kissed him in a daze.
Tong Ming kissed him for a while, but still felt it was not enough, so he wanted to climb onto the bed to give Zhou Mian a thorough examination. Zhou Mian felt that after he woke up, Tong Ming seemed particularly excited, and his enthusiasm was so great that he could hardly resist.
Tong Ming was so anxious that he refused to use his human form. In a flash, he turned into a bunch of eyeballs, lifted up Zhou Mian's hospital gown, and rushed in without any courtesy.
"Tong Ming, stop it, Tong Ming!" Zhou Mian's hospital gown was bulging with eyeballs, and every inch of his skin was pressed tightly by the eyeballs with fervent desire. Zhou Mian blushed and tried to reach out to stop them, but he couldn't catch all the eyeballs on his body in a short time.
At this moment, Zhou Mian's precognitive ability sent a warning, and he immediately said: "Tong Ming, a nurse is coming in! Get out quickly!"
Perhaps because he had just woken up, Zhou Mian's predictive ability had not yet fully returned to normal, which resulted in everything being too late when Zhou Mian saw the future.
The nurse opened the door without any preparation and was surprised to see blinking eyes all over the bed. She screamed in fright, then rolled her eyes and fainted.
Zhou Mian: "Go."
All eyes looked at the nurse on the ground and blinked innocently.
Later, Zhou Mian finally had time to talk to Tong Ming about things related to "fate".
"Is there really no way she can be resurrected?"
Tong Ming helped him carry the hospital gown he had changed out of. Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and said, "She plotted against you and wove such a fate for you. You don't still hope that she can survive, do you?"
Zhou Mian hesitated for a long time and shook his head: "These grievances are too complicated. I said I hated her, but she picked me up from the door of the orphanage. Anyway, I can't figure it out."
"Then forget it." Tong Ming handed Zhou Mian a coat and said nonchalantly, "Fourth Brother finally set the rules, returning everyone's fate to themselves. As a result, the power of [Destiny] disappeared. Theoretically, without the nourishment of the thread of fate, [Destiny] will 100% die."
Zhou Mian thought for a moment and raised an objection: "But, [Fate] itself should have its own destiny."
All other threads of destiny were returned, so what about the thread of destiny that belonged to Jiang Chen?
Tong Ming also fell into deep thought: "Our Xiao Zhou is so smart. He even thought of such an unusual angle."
"How should I put it? First, we can't rule out the possibility that Big Sister has her own thread of destiny. Secondly, even if she does have her own thread of destiny, that thread of destiny will definitely be tightly bound to the threads of destiny of everyone else."
"In other words, the thread of her destiny has probably been torn apart by other threads of fate long ago."
Although he had expected this, Zhou Mian still felt a little sad when he got this result.
Tong Ming saw that Zhou Mian was a little absent-minded, so he comforted him, "If the thread of her destiny didn't completely disappear, and if a small piece of it was fortunately left, perhaps one day she could be resurrected."
But it's just speculation.
Tong Ming held Zhou Mian's hand, intending to divert Zhou Mian's attention: "The nightmare world is in a mess right now, with renovations going on everywhere. Let's go back to your grandma's house first."
Zhou Mian was stunned for a moment: "My grandma's house?"
Didn’t grandma give the house and land to uncle?
Tong Ming sighed and said, "Speaking of this, I have some unfortunate news to tell you."
"While you were unconscious, your uncle was being hunted by loan sharks and nearly had his hand chopped off." Tong Ming said seriously, "Didn't your grandmother ask you to look after your uncle? As your husband, your responsibility is my responsibility, so I had no choice but to help your uncle!"
Zhou Mian knew Tong Ming had bad intentions after hearing such a long introduction. He coughed lightly and said, "Just tell me what happened to my uncle in the end."
"I helped him pay off all his debts. Your uncle had no way to repay you, so he had to mortgage your grandmother's house and land to me," Tong Ming said calmly, "but later he still wanted to gamble. I saw that this was not a good thing. Your grandmother definitely didn't want to see him continue to degenerate, so..."
"I'm sending him to the best nursing home where he'll get the best care."
Tong Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Mian with a smile: "Do you think I did a good job?"
Zhou Mian thought about it and nodded in affirmation: "Very good, no, very, very good."
If you let your uncle continue gambling, he will lose his life sooner or later.
Since his grandmother asked him to take care of his uncle, he would definitely do it well and let his uncle live a safe and prosperous life in the nursing home.
He and Tong Ming returned to his grandmother's yard. This old house was full of Zhou Mian's childhood memories. Zhou Mian thought that he would never be able to return here again.
More than 20 years have passed and everything has changed.
Zhou Mian sat down on the steps under the eaves. This was his favorite place to daydream when he was a child. Zhou Mian sat here, looking up at the sky, a little absent-minded.
Tong Ming sat down beside him: "Zhou Mian, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about what I want to do in the future," Zhou Mian gradually became frank when facing Tong Ming. "The Heretic Monitoring Bureau has been abolished. I don't have to go to work anymore. My grandmother is gone. I don't need to work so hard to make money anymore. My life seems to have suddenly lost its purpose."
"Didn't you say you wanted to farm? Now you can." Tong Ming had already made up his mind and enthusiastically suggested, "When you've farmed enough, let's go explore other worlds together. Although we're only demigods, we're qualified to travel the latitudes of light."
Zhou Mian put his hands back and said with a relieved smile: "Okay, let's do it."
[Destiny] once told him not to be sad about the past, nor to be afraid of the future.
Everything he had not had time to do before, now there is still time to do it.
After following Zhou Mian to farm for a few days, the dusty Tong Ming began to regret the bold words he had said.
After coming out of the field, Tong Ming called his ninth brother, who was the most idle and easiest to deceive.
"Hey, Laojiu, come over here. Sixth brother and his wife are treating you to a meal."
"Haha, there's no conspiracy. Sixth Brother just misses you."
"Oh, by the way, don't you want to go see your fourth brother? You can't go empty-handed. Coincidentally, your sixth brother has some potatoes in his field. Your fourth brother loves fresh potatoes the most. You can dig some up and send some to him."
"Okay, okay, come here quickly, Sixth Brother is waiting for you."
Not long after, a young man appeared in Zhou Mian's field. When Zhou Mian went home to get his straw hat, the young man was already being led around by Tong Ming. He dug wherever he was pointed, and the air was filled with joy.
Although Zhou Mian is alone, Tong Ming has a real and strange big family behind him.
Zhou Mian held his forehead helplessly. He could already foresee that his life would become extremely busy from now on.
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