Chapter 142
A bolt of thunder streaked across the sky above the real world, and all parts of the world were shrouded in rolling dark clouds.
This seemed to be some kind of ominous omen, and coupled with the sudden recovery of memory, most of the crowd became chaotic.
"How could the Heresy Monitoring Bureau do this! Aren't the lives of ordinary people like us lives?"
"I remember my child, my child went to school in H City ten years ago!"
"Are people with special abilities so great? They've been enjoying the benefits for so many years, but they can't even protect their country. All they do is harm others! Go to hell!"
"I quit! I'm going to die with them!"
Angry people flocked to the branches of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau set up in various places, and regardless of the obstruction of the psychics, they smashed down the plaques that read "Heresy Monitoring Bureau".
The branch director had to step in to mediate and try to calm the crowd, but a bag of kitchen waste was suddenly thrown at him, and the smelly soup splashed all over the person in charge.
The director of the branch was stunned. He looked at the dark clouds in the sky, the angry and distorted faces of the people, and the door that was splashed with filthy liquid. Suddenly, he had a terrifying sense that the end of the world was approaching.
The scandal ten years ago completely detonated long-suppressed conflicts and prematurely led to the confrontation between the group of people with special abilities and the group of ordinary people.
Having betrayed first, the psychic could no longer gain the advantage in public opinion. The branch director returned to the office under the cover of his subordinates. He made a phone call with trembling hands, wanting to ask his superiors for response measures, but all he heard was a busy line beep.
What he didn't know was that even the headquarters of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau had fallen into chaos and disorder.
The dark truth of ten years ago suddenly came to light, and all the superpowers in the headquarters were shocked by such an unbearable past, so much so that when they saw the so-called "traitor" appear, they were unable to react for a while.
Feng Jihan gently put Qi Huaifeng down and let him sit against the wall. Then he stood up and looked at his former colleagues.
The psychics who emerged from the building looked bewildered, still trying to process the memory that had suddenly emerged in their minds: "What on earth is going on?"
Feng Jihan looked at them with a stern gaze. His glassy eyes reflected nothing but a sense of empty compassion. "All of you leave. I will take care of the rest."
The psychics looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Just then, someone shouted, "Director Jiang is here!", and they seemed to be suddenly awakened and looked at the source of the sound.
Director Jiang, the director of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau headquarters, whose full name is Jiang Chenjing, is 49 years old this year. He does not look like he has aged, but his hair has already turned gray.
He walked out slowly, and under everyone's gaze, he stopped not far from Feng Jihan, his tone still stern: "You spread false information, killed so many people, and you dare to come back."
Feng Jihan's expression remained unchanged: "Director, are you talking about yourself?"
His words immediately drew everyone's attention back, and someone immediately asked anxiously, "Director, what's with that memory? Is it true? Did the Heresy Monitoring Bureau really tear up the New World Peace Treaty ten years ago and single-handedly instigate a war between gods?"
Director Jiang didn't turn around. He just sighed when he heard the voice. "I admit that the 'New World Peace Treaty' does exist, but it's just a trick used by the Weirdos to confuse us. They are not of our kind, so their hearts must be different. Do you really think that even if the Bureau agrees to the agreement, the Weirdos will honestly coexist with us peacefully?"
"Even if cooperation fails, you can't initiate a war between gods!" The psychic was anxious, and his voice almost broke as he roared, "How many people died in the war between gods? Do you know? We, the Heretic Monitoring Bureau, were born to protect humanity. If you do this, where will we be?"
"Foolish," Director Jiang frowned. "For the sake of long-term peace, the sacrifice of some people is necessary. Without sacrifice, how could we have achieved these ten years of peace?"
Seeing him admit it in person, some people with special abilities collapsed. They simply could not accept that the work they had dedicated themselves to with lofty ideals was actually aiding and abetting such an organization!
"I don't accept this statement!" A psychic took off the badge representing the Heresy Monitoring Bureau on his chest and threw it to the ground.
"Our compatriots can die at the hands of monsters or in heroic battles, but they must never die at the hands of their comrades!"
The other psychics also resolutely took off the badges representing their identities and threw them on the ground one after another, as if they were taking some kind of oath.
Director Jiang sighed and shook his head: "You still don't understand."
"As long as the nightmare world is born, how many people will survive in ten years? You should be grateful to us for making this decision."
"We've helped the public endure the pain of choice and made the most correct decision at the moment," Director Jiang said in a calm tone, as if he felt helpless towards the innocent children. "We are making long-term plans for the future of mankind. Only by doing this can humanity achieve true salvation!"
"Is this also the reason why you dug out the [Divine Fetus]?" Feng Jihan asked coldly.
"Ah, [Divine Fetus]," Director Jiang nodded, a smile on his face: "Yes, Divine Fetus."
"Our world has been ravaged by the fall of a god. The only way to end this is to create another god."
Director Jiang's expression was slightly distorted by excitement. "What 'New World Peace Treaty'? What guarantees? They're all fake. Only by becoming a god can we completely drive out the invaders. This is humanity's only solution!"
Feng Jihan's lips revealed a somewhat sarcastic smile: "No, becoming a god has always been just your delusion. You didn't do it to drive away the monsters, you just did it to satisfy your own inflated desires."
Feng Jihan took a step forward, his eyes suddenly sharp. "Otherwise, why didn't you use your own body to create the nightmare world? Instead, why did you trick others into dying?"
Hearing this, Director Jiang's usually serious face showed a smile.
"Xiao Feng, on the road to becoming a god, there will always be bloodshed."
"Just the last little bit." Director Jiang extended his hand towards Feng Jihan. "In the past few years, no matter how much I absorbed power, I was always just a small step away from the god level. I thought for a long time, what am I still missing?"
"Now, I finally know."
"I'm still short of a godhead."
Director Jiang chuckled softly, "The divine nature belonging to the Divine Embryo is in you, right?"
Feng Jihan gently stroked his chest, his face expressionless: "It's on me, why, do you want it?"
The psychics around were shocked.
"What godhead?"
"What are they talking about!"
"What does the Director mean? What do you mean he has been absorbing power?"
There were clearly many people around, but Director Jiang seemed to have ignored them.
He stared at Feng Jihan intently and spoke as if no one else was around. "I'm almost there. As long as I can devour your soul, this divine body will completely become a new god!"
After saying that, he suddenly sucked a psychic from a distance with lightning speed, pinched the psychic's neck with his five fingers, and threatened Feng Jihan: "Give me the godhead, otherwise, I will kill him!"
This is not even a cover-up.
The greedy desire to become a god completely took over human nature. For this reason, Jiang Chenjing did not hesitate to threaten Feng Jihan with human life.
The others were shocked by the director's change, and after realizing what was happening, they immediately used their skills to save their colleagues.
However, when they tried to use their skills, they found that all their skills were ineffective.
The director also possesses the skill [Godless Realm].
"Hand it over!" Jiang Chenjing threatened again. Seeing that Feng Jihan did not move immediately, he immediately broke the neck of the psychic in his hand.
With a "crack", a clear sound of bones breaking was heard, and the surroundings instantly became dead silent.
Everyone opened their eyes wide, looking at the cold and familiar figure in disbelief: "Director"
Faced with this farce, Feng Jihan raised his hand expressionlessly, and the healing magic enveloped the dead mutant. The next second, the man gasped and came back to life.
"I originally had some illusions about you." Feng Jihan said softly, "Now it seems that I don't need to hold back."
"You want to deal with me?" Director Jiang laughed heartily. "We have the same skills and the same level! How do you expect to defeat yourself? You even have a genetic lock that restricts you from killing humans!"
"Gods can become humans' lackeys, and humans can become gods!"
Jiang Chenjing smiled, took out a button from his body and pressed it.
The former site of the Heretic Internment Center, the "Heart of Chaos" located on the seabed was blown up, and the pollution radiated by it immediately began to spread to the whole world. If humans are contaminated, they will soon fall into madness and be transformed into low-level monsters with no sanity.
"Give me the Godhead," Jiang Chenjing showed Feng Jihan the situation at the heretic internment camp and bewitched him, "Only God can end this. Do you want to see all these people suffer?"
"That's not the case." Feng Jihan said slowly: "People can also put an end to all this."
Jiang Chenjing frowned slightly.
In front of him, a pair of wings appeared behind Feng Jihan. Unlike the black and white feathers in the past, this time, his wings were completely white, emitting a little light, and looked extremely holy.
A lightsaber also appeared in Feng Jihan's hand.
[Sword of the Holy Angel's Judgement]!
Jiang Chenjing restrained his expression, and his dark eyeballs turned into glass pupils like Feng Jihan's. A similar pair of snow-white wings spread out behind him, and as if copied and pasted, a sword of holy judgment also appeared in his hand.
Two white shadows drew an almost invisible arc in the air, collided heavily, then separated and collided again in the air!
After several rounds, Jiang Chenjing's chest was pierced by Feng Jihan's sword, and he had to land on the roof of a building and use his skills to heal the wounds on his body.
On the building opposite him, Feng Jihan slowly descended. The strong wind from the roof blew across the snow-white wings behind him. Under Jiang Chenjing's astonished gaze, those snow-white wings seemed to be stained by black ink and turned completely black in an instant.
[Fallen Angel Great Soul Binding Technique].
A dark vortex rose under Jiang Chenjing's feet, and countless ghost hands stretched out from it, tightly wrapping around his limbs.
Pitch-black feathers fluttered down, and a sword light flashed for a moment in Jiang Chenjing's peripheral vision.
The next second, there was a "puff" sound.
Jiang Chenjing lowered his head and saw the blood-red sword piercing his chest.
[Sword of the Fallen Angel].
People who are extremely sinful will be engulfed in the fire of sin and go to hell.
Black and red flames ignited on Jiang Chenjing's body. The flames that burned his soul brought him severe pain. No matter how Jiang Chenjing used healing techniques, he could not extinguish the hellfire.
"No, impossible." Jiang Chenjing's eyes were bloodshot: "How could you have anything else?"
"To be honest, all of this is thanks to you," Feng Jihan said without emotion, "It was you who made me see the true hell on earth."
"It doesn't matter if it's God or human. From the beginning to the end, all I want is peace."
"Since you can't do it, let me do it."
Feng Jihan released his sword-holding hand and instead grabbed Jiang Chenjing's neck. His wings turned pure white again.
Jiang Chenjing felt an abnormal force spreading out, and a trace of astonishment appeared in his scarlet eyes: "What are you going to do?"
Feng Jihan closed his eyes, his silver hair blowing in the wind: "I want to remove all the pollution from this world."
"Including the superpowers that arise from pollution."
In an instant, Jiang Chenjing's pupils trembled.
Many years ago, an attacked god fell into this world, bringing about huge pollution. This pollution not only gave birth to monsters, but also catalyzed the emergence of people with special powers.
In order to fight against pollution, this world gave birth to its gods. [Godless Domain], [Great Healing], [Messiah Complex], and [Sword of Holy Judgment] were all originally divine powers used to strip away and purify pollution.
The world was trying its best to save itself, but humans dug out an unformed god, causing him to die in the womb.
Now, as a human being, Feng Jihan has lost the authority of God, but his former responsibility as a God still makes him unable to let go of the living beings in this world.
"Is protecting humanity a shackle bestowed upon me by the genetic lock, or a responsibility bestowed upon me by the world? I can no longer tell." Feng Jihan looked wearily at the rolling dark clouds. "This is the last time. From now on, whether it's love or hate, I hope that everything I have will be for myself."
From a certain perspective, the divine fetus is the world itself, and Jiang Chenjing has simply parasitized the divine fetus in some way.
Therefore, through the medium of the divine fetus, Feng Jihan can barely exert a little of God's power, borrow the power of the world, and spread the power of purification.
Eliminate, strip away, purify.
In the howling wind, Feng Jihan was distracted at an inopportune time.
He thought about the deal he had made with Fate.
When making the deal, Feng Jihan had no idea what kind of trap was hidden in it. When he saw [Destiny] in Fengdu Ghost City, and learned from Cen Xun that the power of [Destiny] came from the offerings made to her by the Thread of Destiny, Feng Jihan realized that he had been deceived.
In order to obtain complete authority, Cen Xun must defeat [Fate]. To defeat [Fate], Cen Xun must cut off all the threads of fate and completely cut off the source of [Fate]'s power.
At that moment, Feng Jihan finally understood the sinister intention of [Fate] to bind him to the thread of fate.
[Destiny] had long seen the future of him and Cen Xun. [Destiny] wanted Cen Xun to make a choice between him and the throne of God, and threatened Cen Xun with his life to make a decision.
Unfortunately, [fate] cunningly banned Feng Jihan from speaking, preventing him from mentioning this transaction to anyone.
This resulted in Feng Jihan being unable to ask Cen Xun about his plan, and he could only passively wait for the outcome.
Feng Jihan thought calmly, "Destiny is indeed good at playing with fate and playing with people's hearts." However, she really didn't know Cen Xun very well.
His evil ball of yarn hates being threatened.
Nightmare world.
"Choice?" Cen Xun carelessly stroked the crimson ruby on the top of the scepter, curling the corners of his lips sarcastically. He raised his eyelids, and a frightening murderous look suddenly flashed in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
"This is my life. When will it be your turn to make choices for me?"
"You do control everyone's fate," Cen Xun said coldly, "but it just so happens that I hate fate that is out of my control."
Destiny raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh?"
"So, you're going to destroy humanity and kill me?" Destiny tilted his head slightly, seeming to be eagerly anticipating this. His tone was even very gentle. "Of course you can. The authority over the nightmare world is now in your hands. If you command it to crash into the human world, it will naturally obey."
"No," Cen Xun raised the corners of his lips: "There is a third option, isn't there?"
"The creator of destiny has never been a strange creature called 'Fate', but rather humanity itself," Cen Xun said. "Humanity has evolved from a life of raw meat and blood to the creation of today's prosperous modern society. This is due to their constant triumph over fate and over all decay, not fate's handouts."
【Destiny】smiled slightly.
Cen Xun raised his scepter, the crimson gem gleaming in the light with a beauty too beautiful to behold. Cen Xun activated his skill, [Absolute Domain], and in a deep, cold voice, he announced word for word:
"I declare that from this moment on, the fate of mankind will return to mankind itself."
As Cen Xun spoke, an insurmountable and powerful rule spread out from him, quickly covering [Destiny].
Under Destiny's astonished gaze, the threads of fate peeled off from her body one after another, and countless red threads sank into the clouds and returned to their corresponding humans.
The powerful rules brought about huge consumption, and the scepter in Cen Xun's hand cracked inch by inch, but Cen Xun turned a blind eye and just watched the fall of [Destiny] coldly.
At this point, [Destiny] finally understood what Cen Xun's "third option" was.
Cen Xun was actually willing to burn his divine nature as a price to force the people to go against fate!
He wanted Feng Jihan to survive, and for this, he would rather give up the throne that was within his grasp.
But he also didn't want the completely degraded [Destiny] to become a god.
As more and more threads of fate fell off, cracks appeared on the beautiful crimson gem. Fate finally frowned and asked Cen Xun, "Don't you want to become a god?"
Cen Xun said lazily, "I just want to control my own destiny."
"As for the divine position..." Cen Xun stroked the crimson ruby and chuckled, "I already have a treasure more precious than it."
The crimson ruby was covered with cracks, and at a certain moment, it broke into pieces and fell from the top of the scepter.
In the real world, the chaotic crowd was stunned for a moment.
They had an inexplicable feeling that something that had been imprisoning them had disappeared.
At this moment, a gentle breeze blew over, blowing away the anger burning in their hearts and inexplicably calming them down.
It’s hard to describe what that feeling is. If they could go back to the beginning and remember their mother’s gentle hands caressing them for the first time, perhaps they would be able to describe this mysterious feeling.
Safe, warm, loving
Under such gentle comfort, they fell into a deep sleep like babies in swaddling clothes.
The noisy streets and alleys became quiet, and this quietness continued to spread, spreading to the entire city, the entire country and even the world.
Feng Jihan finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell down exhausted. Jiang Chenjing's soul had been burned by the hellfire and was dying, and he was also unable to struggle.
They fell from the roof together and hit the ground hard, leaving a deep pit.
Jiang Chenjing lay on his back in the pit, looking at the dark sky with bloodshot eyes, with extreme unwillingness still flashing in his eyes, but at this moment, he felt something being pulled away from him.
The dark greed was finally suppressed by the long-lost humanity. Jiang Chenjing opened his eyes wide, everything that had happened flashed through his mind, and suddenly a series of inhuman wails came out of his throat.
What has he done!
No, no, it wasn't him, it wasn't him.
At this moment, the pain of the burning soul was nothing compared to the grief that came after he suddenly woke up. Jiang Chenjing remembered the deal he made with that monster.
"I'd like to exchange your integrity and selflessness for a peaceful future for mankind. Do you agree?"
"I agree."
Because he trusted the weird, he made such a big mistake.
How should he atone for his sins and how should he repent to his dead compatriots?
In the midst of extreme despair and grief, Jiang Chenjing suddenly heard a sigh.
Then, a pair of hands covered his eyes, soothing all his pain.
"Go to sleep." Feng Jihan said softly.
So Jiang Chenjing fell asleep like this, and at the end of his life, he gained a brief peace.
Feng Jihan also fell into the deep pit, looking into the distance at the sky. He found the thread of fate peeling off from his body, and naturally understood the final decision made by Cen Xun.
Feng Jihan swallowed the blood that rushed into his mouth and smiled: "My wife is really the best."
"It's just that we might have to see each other later."
The ground beneath him rumbled and shook, and in a trance, Feng Jihan seemed to hear an echo from ancient times.
He was born from the world, and now he is exhausted and dying, so he can only return to the embrace of the world and wait for the next birth.
I hope his little ball of yarn is not too sad, they will see each other again soon.
Feng Jihan's chaotic mind was no longer able to think. He and Jiang Chenjing were swallowed up by the earth and sank into the ground.
Cen Xun stared at his hands, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion.
Cen Xun clearly felt that he had just exhausted his own power and that of his godhead, but at this moment, he felt a surge of abundant power flowing into his limbs and bones.
What's going on?
The impending [Destiny] was watching Cen Xun. When she made predictions for Cen Xun and Feng Jihan, she never thought that they could have a third way out.
In every path leading to the end, there is no scene of "Cen Xun willing to give up his divinity and return fate to mankind itself."
Is this the power of love? Destiny wondered in confusion.
【Destiny】cannot understand "love", so she can never add "love" to the variables of destiny and make completely correct predictions.
Just like now
Although fate had taken a turn that even she had not foreseen, a certain future was still inevitable.
For example, the fall of atheists.
"Congratulations, fourth brother," Destiny smiled slightly, "You have passed the final test."
Cen Xun's expression was not very good: "The final test?"
"Look, you gave up your godhood and chose to use it to benefit mankind. This is the heir Chaos wanted." [Fate] made a joke: "Even though you were only trying to save your little bird."
"But, loving the world for one person, isn't that love?"
Cen Xun just felt it was ridiculous: "So?"
"The true godhead isn't that gem," Destiny sighed. "In fact, the godhead has been within you since the very beginning."
Meeting Cen Xun's gaze, Destiny kindly gave him a hint: "The 'key' to the beta copy."
Cen Xun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he naturally remembered that the "key" that the player had been looking for never appeared until the end.
He closed his eyes and looked at [Destiny]: "Then what are you fighting for?"
Destiny once again revealed that cunning smile: "To escape your predetermined fate is not just your wish."
He is a monster named [Destiny]. He can manipulate destiny, but he is also bound by destiny.
Tong Ming was speechless and said, "What you mean is, you just want to take revenge on society, right? Since you can't escape your own fate, you want to make others live uncomfortably."
"Yes," Fate actually admitted, looking at Tong Ming with a smile: "Sixth brother, did you receive the gift I gave you?"
Tong Ming's expression changed slightly.
"That child, from the moment I saw him, I saw his fate." Destiny said to himself, "Will he make you feel pain? I'm curious, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until that day."
Tong Ming was struck by lightning, and immediately used the eyes that were on Zhou Mian to look at him.
The battlefield of the War of Gods was so chaotic that it interfered with his omniscience to a certain extent, so during the War of Gods, Tong Ming could only briefly shift his gaze away from Zhou Mian.
The eyeballs on Zhou Mian's body sent back the final message.
He saw Zhou Mian trembling as he placed a kiss on his eyeballs. Feeling Zhou Mian's breath gradually disappear, Tong Ming was shocked and almost lost his composure as he asked, "What did you do?!"
"I saved him and changed the trajectory of his fate." Seeing Tong Ming lose his composure, [Destiny] raised the corners of his lips in joy: "I am going to die, and he will naturally be buried with me."
"Why, didn't the boy tell you his own fate?"
Destiny said with interest, "I predicted it long ago. He would die the moment he lost contact with me, returning to his destiny. Oh, that silly boy, I didn't tell you anything. I was originally planning to threaten you with him and make you commit suicide."
"Fuck you and me!" Tong Ming completely collapsed. He grabbed Kong Zhen by the collar and reported a coordinate: "Send me to Zhou Mian quickly!"
Kong Zhen showed contempt in his eyes, but he still opened a passage for the anxious Tong Ming as he was told.
After watching Tong Ming leave, Destiny withdrew its playful gaze and turned to Cen Xun: "Do you think that if you didn't choose to destroy humanity, you would be able to find happiness?"
"My brother, I feel so sorry for you. No matter how cunning you are, you can only touch the empty illusions in the end."
This was the last sentence that Destiny said before his death.
Cen Xun stood quietly for a while, his expression gradually becoming ugly.
Through the copied omniscient eye, he saw everything that happened in the real world.
Suddenly, Cen Xun was so angry that he laughed.
He was here to help humans break free from the shackles of [fate], but that world simply swallowed his little bird?
Feng Jihan completed his mission. Now that the pollution has been eliminated and the foreign enemies have been cleared, why would that world need to breed gods to protect itself?
How long would he have to wait before that world would give birth to his little bird again?
Cen Xun's face became expressionless again.
He only loves one person, not the whole world.
If you can't give him what he wants.
Then let's destroy them together.
On the other side, the players who finally flattened the federal headquarters received a message from the system.
[The goal of annihilating the enemy has been achieved. Congratulations to the Empire camp for their final victory! ]
[Zizi main quest is refreshing]
[Main Quest: Kill the "Strange Sun"-level evil god]
[Penalty for mission failure: The nightmare world falls and hits the real world.]
Player: “!!!”
They suddenly looked up and saw that the nebula above their heads had dispersed, and what was hanging upside down in the sky seemed to be their distant home.
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