Chapter 32 The newly deceased female corpse opened her bright purple eyes...
Chapter Thirty-Two
Consciousness blurred in an instant, and the sense of touch collapsed drastically after being magnified infinitely. The feeling of suffocation had never been so intense. Du Yu could no longer perceive his body, and his spiritual power sank into nothingness. The spiritual body, which was imperceptible to the mortal body, floated high above.
Closer, lower, clearer, Du Yu finally heard it—like a deep-sea fish taking its first breath after breaking the surface, like green bamboo shoots sprouting under the gentle spring rain, like a butterfly emerging from its old cocoon, waiting in the wind for its wings to swell and unfold. She heard the soft laughter of a brand new world.
Xiao Yi, who was sitting against the wall in a daze, suddenly looked up. A gray moth the size of a palm flew in from nowhere, circled a few times, and landed in a pair of slightly trembling palms.
Tian Yinuo felt lost and a sense of unease quietly growing in her heart, but she couldn't leave the room because of Du Yu's instructions. She blankly stretched out her hand, and a moth landed on her palm as lightly as a farewell kiss.
“When Miss was a child, she liked to raise moths. I loved watching moths emerge from their cocoons. One day, Miss told me that moths and larvae can actually be seen as two different life forms.”
Tian Yinuo's gaze went unfocused, cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and she muttered to herself, "In order to develop wings, the larvae will gradually shed their old skin, and the pupa will emerge from its body, and then—"
The woman's hands trembled, and a gray moth in her palm suddenly flew up, its wings flapping.
Only when you get closer can you see clearly that the moth's scales and wings are actually made up of individual feathers! At the tips of the feathers are gray eyes, and when the moth flaps its wings, the patterns on its wings shimmer as if it were blinking.
Tian Yinuo suddenly looked up at him, her eyes beneath her red, tousled hair devoid of any light. "Then the larvae dissolve in the pupae they grow, turning into a lifeless solution. New life then feeds on this solution and becomes a moth that can fly in the sky."
"The young lady asked me a question: Do newly hatched moths dream of memories of crawling on the ground in the past?"
The man with the golden eyes did not answer. The person who asked the question did not want an answer. Tian Yinuo's eyes were glazed over, and she subconsciously stared at the gray moth.
The moth circled a few times high above, then scattered into gray-black feathers as if its lifespan had burned out. Before it could even touch the ground, the feathers had already turned into shimmering light and vanished into the void.
An inexplicable sadness welled up in her heart. Tian Yinuo clenched her hands loosely and covered her chest, as if a moth had crawled out of her heart and disappeared, leaving behind an unhealable void that no amount of tears could fill.
"Miss……"
Water droplets trembled and fell to the ground, silently flowing into the gaps in her smile, disappearing into the darkness along with that barely perceptible murmur.
The invisible shackles quietly disappeared, and the joy of new life filled her heart. The bulky and heavy human body no longer bound her.
Du Yu withdrew his hand and opened his eyes with joy. Two bright purple moths emerged from his pupils, carefully nibbling at his shriveled eyeballs. Their scales slowly opened, and eye-like patterns shimmered eerily within their eye sockets.
Almost instinctively, Du Yu lowered her head. The firelight flowed like water, illuminating the wings growing from her ears, the two moths crawling back and forth in the empty whites of her eyes, and Du Yu behind her with her eyes tightly closed, blood flowing from her eyes and ears.
Du Yu suddenly looked up, his consciousness rising in an instant, and everything around him became insignificant. The altar, the temple, the gray and desolate fragments of space, the cyber city with its towering buildings, the vast, desolate world surrounding the city—everything was clearly visible, yet everything was so small that it was invisible.
Finally, all that remained before her eyes was an endless, eternally lonely, and slowly flowing gray mist, like a nebula.
Within the gray fog, a few scattered points of light shone, like a few lonely stars. Du Yu's gaze swept over the few pink or black "stars," and he turned his head thoughtfully. The pitch-black sky, like a giant dome, tightly enveloped the gray fog and the tiny points of light within it.
At the highest point of the sky, three enormous, hazy, luminous bodies hung firmly, like three eyeballs spitting out, staring intently at the mass of air.
"One moon is crescent-shaped, one moon is full, one moon is perfectly square..."
A familiar song rang in his ears—the lullaby hummed by his friend Wen Xi in that strange dream. Du Yu froze, all joy and ease vanishing without a trace. His brain seemed to come alive, every cell screaming and howling in his ears:
'Don't look! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look at the moon! Don't look at the moon! Look at the moon! Look at the moon! Look at the moon! Look at the moon! Look at yuwnlia…'
The shout was sharp and piercing, so loud it almost tore eardrums apart. The content was incoherent and chaotic, eventually turning into a meaningless howl that sounded particularly eerie against the backdrop of the nursery rhyme-like singing.
Du Yu was startled by the message conveyed in the cries, but at that moment, the three orbs of light in the night seemed to be radiating an irresistible attraction. Under the silvery glow, Du Yu was horrified to discover that his body had betrayed him, eagerly, joyfully, and longingly resisting the pressure of his will, his head slowly rising, the gray moths in his eye sockets frantically fluttering, the silvery glow caressing his forehead, slowly moving downwards, about to invade his eye sockets—
No, you can't watch!
The spirit was trembling. Du Yu felt as if his consciousness was splitting at this moment. One self was filled with ecstasy, desperately trying to see the three moons, like a fanatic offering up his spirit and flesh.
Meanwhile, another version of myself trembled and screamed, my biological instincts screaming a warning: I dare not look, I cannot look, I cannot look directly at you! If I do look, disaster will befall me, something worse than death will befall me!
The turning of the head stopped, and two wills continued to tear at each other within the body. One of the three halos suddenly shone brightly, and under the illumination of the radiance, the consciousness that had raised itself overwhelmed everything. Du Yu barely held on for a breath before his consciousness collapsed, and he uncontrollably raised his head.
However, in that instant of pause, a familiar light screen blocked Du Yu's view.
"Huff... huff..."
Only then did Du Yu remember to breathe. He took a deep breath, and the strange feeling in his mind quietly disappeared. Reason gradually returned, and he had time to think about what had just happened.
The light screen looked like a hastily made, unfinished product. The top frame was full of gibberish, and the lower left corner looked like it had been bitten by a rat, with a piece missing and several broken wires showing through the gap.
Under Du Yu's gaze, the light screen trembled and disappeared rapidly. Du Yu was caught off guard and faced the three halos of light head-on. He was so frightened that his heart almost stopped. Only after he saw clearly did his heartbeat calm down.
The sky was pitch black, the night swallowing up all light, and everything in Du Yu's field of vision was normal, except for the three moons in the center of the night, which looked out of place with their pixelated appearance. The three pixelated clusters were embedded in the night sky, looking somewhat comical.
The three pixel moons are a crescent moon, a full moon, and a strangely shaped square moon. Their colors seem to be different, but they don't look very different in the pixel style.
Du Yu glanced at the three moons with trepidation, not daring to look at them for long even in pixelated style. After a few seconds, the faint sound of birds flapping their wings came from afar. Du Yu blinked, and the boundless night sky, misty star clusters, and dim stars disappeared like a dream.
An ancient altar, square on the outside and round on the inside, with a purple flame burning brightly in the middle and a lampstand placed at each of the four corners, appeared before Du Yu's eyes.
Du Yu took a deep breath, the palpitation still lingering in her spine. She looked around and finally found the sense of security of returning to a familiar world.
Du Yu looked at the upgraded altar, opened the game update log, and noticed a six-winged white dove perched on a lampstand. "What was that just now? Don't tell me it was a game cutscene."
"Coo coo coo!"
166 cooed a few times like a normal pigeon, then guiltily looked away. Three seconds later, an explanation came to its mind:
[The player has just entered the deepest part of the spirit realm, where there is another name—the realm of gods.]
Du Yu's eyelids twitched, and he felt the confusion in his heart growing. The spirit world could influence the present world in some ways. The original book world and the original world only had one moon. What did the three moons in the depths of the spirit world, or rather the divine world, mean?
Why did I have that dream? Why did Wen Xi appear in my dream? Why was Wen Xi singing that song that I had no recollection of?
Countless questions swirled in my mind, casting a heavy shadow over my heart. However, 166 only offered one explanation, as if afraid of something coming up, and tucked his head under his wings. No matter how much Yu poked him, he insisted on playing dead without wavering.
Unable to obtain more information, Du Yu shook his head and examined the changes after the altar's upgrade.
First, after the altar was upgraded, the level of materials that could be synthesized for free was increased from E to C, which was enough to handle most of the current synthesis. She could finally save up her faith points.
Including the fragments in the [Dream Cultivation Dish], she now has a total of sixteen believers, including one fanatical believer Wen Xi, a devout believer Tian Yinuo and the newly fed Xiao Yi, and the rest are casual believers and ordinary believers. Together, she can get sixty to seventy points a day.
Interestingly, even for novice believers, the number of faith points they gain gradually increases over time. Even the cautious and suspicious Cat Whiskers' faith points increased from one to two, while the relatively simple-minded Shen Xijing gained four points today, almost the same as the devout believer Xiao Yi's five points.
There's always this feeling that it's easy to get on a pirate ship but hard to get off.
Du Yu muttered something under his breath and turned off the Faith Points details. Besides the free crafting level being upgraded, the upgraded altar also had an additional [Recipe Slot], which could be used to record crafting recipes.
Before records were kept, even the same materials could produce different results. While it was convenient for people to experiment and perform some fancy tricks, it was also easy to create some junk.
With a recipe slot, you can save the recipe after crafting, and then use the same materials to craft the same item next time.
The recipes in this recipe slot can be changed, with a six-day cooldown period. Du Yu thought for a while but couldn't come up with anything worth synthesizing, so he decided to ignore this new feature for now.
Besides the change in synthesis function, Du Yu stretched out his hand, and a cluster of purple flames "whooshed" out, gently wrapping around his fingers.
After the altar was upgraded from "unranked" to "dusk", her connection with the altar became closer. She no longer needed the altar to use the divine fire, and her connection with believers became even closer. She could use the altar as a bridge to observe believers with her spiritual power without needing to pray.
Just like she finally passed the novice stage of being a god and gained the altar's recognition and more usage rights.
The altar unlocked not only, but Du Yu also told the two that they were free to move around. They went back inside, lay down, and their breathing became steady the moment they closed their eyes, as if they had fallen into a sweet dream in less than a second.
Meanwhile, in the City of the Sun, in the Lower District.
In the messy apartment, a recently deceased woman suddenly sat up and opened her bright purple eyes.
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Author's Note: This chapter was incredibly difficult to read. I watched countless caterpillar metamorphosis videos on a certain website, and even watched a mealworm mukbang (?).
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I've been wanting to change the book title for a while, but my procrastination and decision-making anxiety have both kicked in, and I've only just come up with a few alternatives. Which one do you think is better?
1. I became a god using synthesizers.
2. The synthesis of all things begins with cockroaches.
3. Who taught you to synthesize it this way?
4. None of them are very good.
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