Ash didn't completely lose consciousness.

This was a very wonderful experience - to be honest, Ash suspected that the time he had spent on 'normal experiences' these days might be less than the time he had spent on 'wonderful experiences' - although he couldn't move, speak, or do anything, Ash didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

He felt like he was sitting in a movie theater, watching a never-ending movie, and of course he couldn't interfere with the plot. He felt a little regretful when he thought that after becoming Ya Yin, he should be able to use his authority to cancel An Nan's wanted order, such as by adding a time difference or something.

But there is no such loophole: the moment Ash became Yayin, he also completely lost himself. In other words, only when he completely lost himself and gave way to Yayin to ascend the throne, could he obtain the authority of a god.

The authority of the gods has always belonged to Yayin, and he cannot even touch it.

I hope An Nan and the others are okay.

It was at this time that Ash understood the biggest difference between gods and magic spirits, and why mortals could not accept gods: gods have a strong sense of self.

In fact, the magic spirits also have self-awareness. When they were in the Broken Lake Prison, Ash and others could induce the magic spirits to work for free through knowledge resonance, which in a sense was to please the magic spirits. But compared to the magic spirits, the magicians are too powerful, so powerful that they don't need to care about the magic spirits' thoughts at all, and can directly use magic power to squeeze their labor.

The reason why magicians cannot accommodate gods is essentially that two strong personalities collide and wear each other out, and the conflict cannot end until one of them is completely shattered. However, in this process, magicians are often eggs, and gods are stones.

The way the Lord of Gods interact with the spirits is definitely not as simple as absorbing the spirits into the soul. If the spirits are probiotics, and the magicians are just symbiotic with the probiotics, then the spirits are at least at the level of cats and dogs, and they are very individual. It is impossible for the Lord of Gods to have cats and dogs hanging on his body every day, right?

After knowing this information, Ash also understood why the First Gospel required "only the purest, most innocent, kindest, and most beautiful girls" - the Gospel spirit might be a spirit with this kind of personality. Finding a soul with the same personality would make it much easier for it to blend in, like wearing tailor-made clothes.

Although Ash's clothes are not tailor-made and may even be ill-fitting, the material is good and durable, so Gospel can wear them casually.

Thinking of this, Ash couldn't help but feel respect for the other person - how did the future Harvey subdue the gods?

Even if he was already a legendary magician at that time, a legendary magician could never accommodate gods, otherwise the First Gospel would have directly chosen the most recently listed legendary magician.

Generally speaking, the normal guess is "Harvey and the god have a very good compatibility, so he can barely accommodate the god's self-awareness, just like two brothers wearing the same pants."

But for Ash, whose relationship with Harvey is second only to that between Harvey and Alice, he has a bolder guess: Will Harvey's true form in the future really be a human?

If he transferred his consciousness to the corpse, urn, zero main card, soul stone and other places in advance, Ash would not be surprised at all. In this way, Harvey could naturally give his soul to the gods to live in. Anyway, he didn't sleep there, it was purely an office space.

But whether it was that he had such a good relationship with the gods that he could live with them, or that he gave his house to the gods and forced himself to live in it with Alice, it all meant that Harvey had left them, ordinary magicians, far behind on the road to perversion.

Ash couldn't transfer his consciousness, nor could he wear the same pants as the 'purest, most innocent, kindest, most beautiful girl', so he was kicked out and stayed in this movie theater to spend his last moments until he felt bored and fell asleep in the theater.

Ash thought he could fall asleep quickly, but...

There were other people in the cinema besides him.

There were three other people watching the movie behind him, and they were very impolite. They were chatting and discussing the plot while watching the movie. Ash didn't feel sleepy at all.

Although the voices sounded familiar, perhaps because he had lost the use of his brain, Ash couldn't remember where he had heard them, and couldn't even remember the conversation.

Ash could only name them 'indifferent', 'angry', and 'crazy' according to the emotions their voices betrayed.

Anger: "If this continues, he will really become a vessel for the gods. Aren't you afraid?"

Leng Mo: "What's the point of me being afraid? This is not in my plan. Do you think I can plan everything out and arrange his life perfectly? Grab the most valuable treasures, win over the most loyal subordinates, sleep with the most beautiful and lovely women, and create miracles again and again?"

"Thank you for your help, but I'm not a dramatic poet. I can't write such a cool script... I can't even predict his actions."

Crazy: "Ah? How is that possible? How could you not predict his actions? Isn't he the same to you as the protagonist of your own novel?"

Leng Mo: "Not to mention that the protagonist's initiative is beyond the author's control, and... when you pull out a notebook from the corner and see a novel you wrote only one chapter decades ago, can you still recall your thoughts decades later?"

Angry: "So what do you mean? We're just going to watch him die?"

Leng Mo: "In fact, we have already done this. If we are unlucky, there is nothing we can do... Why do you look unwilling to accept it? I should have told you that this is a risky gamble, not a relaxing trip to reminisce about the past, right?"

Angry: "Sonia is still waiting for him. Sonia can't live without him."

Crazy: "It's such an easy problem to solve, why are you so distressed? It would be terrible if she could die together with him. Why, doesn't she have any experience of suicide? This is a lack of education."

Wow, a fight has started, crackling, Ash thought. But they are really noisy, can they consider the feelings of other audiences, some people here want to sleep.

Leng Mo: "Well, if you like fighting so much, go back and fight as much as you want."

Anger: "Is it necessary to go back? What is the meaning of our existence after he dies?"

Crazy: "Stupid, he means the show is not over yet."

Angry: "Little... horn..."

Crazy: "You're the only one who's anxious. I knew who would come to save the situation later... Humph, the person you should really hit is him. He said things like 'not in the plan' and 'bad luck', pretending that he can only go with the flow. However, he already knew the outcome of everything because he himself experienced it once!"

Leng Mo: "The relationship is completely different. I'm really not sure."

Crazy: "How different is it? Isn't it just that Sister Fu was replaced by him? It's just that you used Sister Fu to seduce me last time, and this time he personally seduced that stupid girl."

Anger: "How did you meet before?"

Crazy: "The word acquaintance is too intimate. To use the word enmity is too mild. I prefer to call it a story of our being killed because we didn't know the person. Later, I went to another country to hunt him down at all costs. This fully shows that his kindness is so unforgettable that it would be difficult to quell the anger in our hearts unless we chop him into pieces and feed him to our children."

Leng Mo: "Thank you for the compliment. I will keep working hard."

Crazy: "But there is one thing I still don't understand - how did you take away the god in my soul at that time?"

Leng Mo: "The blessing I received from the dramatic poet allows me to snatch the target's magic spirit through close contact... I didn't expect that it can also work with gods."

Angry: "So all we have to do is wait? Do nothing?"

Leng Mo: "If you are interested, you can take this opportunity to brainwash him. He is now in a confused fugue state, and if he progresses further, his soul will be scattered. This is also the weakest time that is most easily distorted. Whatever you say to him now can leave a deep anchor in his consciousness and completely reshape his personality."

Angry: “What do you mean?”

Leng Mo: "Don't you care about him and Sonia? Then you can tell him that you will only love Sonia in this life, and you won't even have sexual desire for other people, but the smell of Sonia will make your blood boil, and you will suffer from withdrawal reaction if you don't see Sonia every day... or something like that."

Anger: "Are you mocking me?"

Leng Mo: "If you insist on thinking this way, I can't help it."

Angry: "If you can do that, why don't you brainwash him?"

Leng Mo: "Whether it's for personal or public reasons, you want to reshape his character. At least you think that the changed him will be better than the previous one, right? In other words, you want to create a better Ash."

"But in my heart, I am the best. My character, my principles of action, my desires, my will and thoughts... my soul is perfect."

Crazy: "Wow, this guy is so shameless when he praises himself!"

Leng Mo: "But the facts prove that I am not perfect, and may even be the opposite of perfect. Otherwise, I would not have fallen to the point of appearing here with you."

"If that's the case, then of course I won't exert any influence on him. Otherwise, it will just be a boring repetition of history. I just want to see whether I am wrong or this world is wrong."

Angry: "...Then why did you allow me to influence him?"

Leng Mo: "Because I am also curious about what kind of person the 'Perfect Ash' is in your eyes."

Crazy: "That sounds interesting, let me do it--"

Angry: "Stay away from him!"

They are fighting again... They are so annoying...

Ash was looking at the screen in boredom when he suddenly saw the gospel books of everyone in the banquet hall pop up.

Leng Mo: "It seems that this play has not yet come to an end."

Crazy: "You were actually deceived and were willing to do this... So stupid, just as stupid as us."

Angry: "No wonder you're not worried at all... You've figured everything out, but you're pretending to know nothing to fool me!"

Leng Mo: "I just think there is such a possibility. The one who really thinks everything is good and has always fooled others is the All-Knowing Weaver, not me."

Angry: "Wait, then even though Ash has escaped, but—"

Leng Mo: "Don't worry, the All-Knowing Weaver has already calculated everything. The spider is not satisfied with earning 99% while the other party only earns 1%. What she wants is to earn 200% and the other party owes her 100%."

crazy:"……"

Ash could no longer hear the rude people talking behind him. He just felt as if he had just come out of a closed movie theater, and the light, the air, the smell... the whole world was eager to welcome his return.

He is the protagonist again.

Just like drinking very strong alcohol, Ash realized that a long period of time had passed, but it felt like this period of time did not belong to him, and he had no idea what had happened.

As everyone exclaimed, Ash looked down at the Gospel and found a strange name in it -

"Gospel Chart No. 1: Diyin"

Flute...sound?

Isn't it Yayin?

Ash suddenly found that he couldn't concentrate and his consciousness was disintegrating.

Although it was not completely occupied, when the spirit tried to leave his soul, it would also bring too heavy a burden to his soul. In addition, he had experienced all the gameplays of stealth, disguise, escape, and combat tonight, and his soul was already overwhelmed. With the spirit coming in and out like this, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

…

…

I don't know how much time had passed, until a ray of sunlight pried open his eyelids and danced on his lens. Ash let out a long-lost snort and wanted to change his position and continue sleeping.

However, when he tried to turn around, he felt something heavy on his body, as if something was pressing on him.

Ash opened his eyes and found himself still sitting on the throne in the banquet hall, but the guests were nowhere to be seen. The hall was empty except for a little white-haired girl sleeping on him.

"Liz!"

Ash held her arm in surprise, and carefully checked her physical condition as if he was looking at a work of art: "Are you okay? But I clearly saw... Anyway, I'm glad you're okay, that's great, that's great!"

The white-haired girl smiled as she stared at Ash, whose eyes were red with relief, and said, "Not only me, but Annan, Igula, Harvey, and Panji all survived despite having varying degrees of injuries. I have cancelled the wanted warrant for Annan."

"Thank you." Ash thanked him subconsciously, then realized something was wrong: "You canceled it?"

"Um."

"You mean... your status as a princess is recognized by the royal family, so you can order..."

"No." The white-haired girl ignored his nervous, almost pleading expression and directly pierced his boring fantasy: "I am now the First Gospel Diyin. My orders are the fate of all living beings. That's why I can make those Sanctuary magicians who obey the Gospel give up chasing An Nan and the others."

Ash summoned the Gospel Book as if he didn't believe in evil, and stared at the name at the top of the Gospel List, as if he had just learned to read for the first time today, and said with great difficulty: "But does your name contain the word 'flute'?"

The little white-haired girl jumped off him. She was wearing the pink wool coat and plaid skirt she wore yesterday. Her skin was as white as snow and her lips were as red as blood. She smiled at Ash, but her light green eyes flashed with a look that Ash was very unfamiliar with.

"Hello, I'm Lisdiya."