"When the Creator's Conference is held, press the red button and the fire will be launched into the universe. At that time, 'they' will arrive here." The voice of the God of Omnics was like a mechanical collision.
"Respected Scatharia, as a pilgrim of your path of truth, I would like to ask you, who are 'they'?" Isabella's eyes flashed with temptation.
"It cannot be chanted, it cannot be described, it cannot be peered at, the eyes that exist everywhere, the mouth that exists everywhere." The way of the intelligent machine.
"Is it an enemy? Is it an ally?" Isabella wanted to establish a clear concept: "Is it a higher dimension? Is it a god? Or is it an alien creature?"
"It is an enemy, but also an ally." The God of Omnics said, "It is a higher dimension, a god, and also an alien."
This made Isabella's breathing quicken, and she vaguely felt that she had touched something.
“Respected Scatalia, can you tell me whether the Supreme Lord, the Lord of the End of All Things, the organizers and ‘them’ are on the same front?” Isabella asked.
The God of Omnics replied calmly: "Not in all four directions."
...Not all four directions?
Isabella was about to ask a question when the red button fell into her palm.
"In science, you are the number one under the god Rovasha. Other strong men are deeply involved in the mysterious side. They worship arrays, creation and magic, but you are devoted to studying formulas and logic. I admire you, Isabella. Tell me why you insist on scientific truth?" said the God of Intelligence.
Isabella took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"Because truth is the only authority that does not require kneeling."
She stared into the pure white eyes, clenched her fists, and gently pounded her chest:
"Before I was thirty, I was obsessed with magical literature. I had hoped more than once to live in that kind of world, where you can light a lamp by summoning flames and fly by summoning winds. There is no need for boring repetitive experiments or endless papers and books, and many miracles can be achieved."
"After I turned thirty, I gradually began to understand. Magic needs to be offered to gods, mystery needs to be prayed for grace, and truth only requires humans to raise the ruler of observation and ignite the fire of doubt - it allows us to climb on the bones of fallacies and smash the crown of falsehood with reproducible formulas."
"You asked me why I didn't bow to the mystery? It's because the technology and logic in my hands are closer to the breath of the universe than any oracle."
"I, Isabella, will always be loyal to human science, regardless of any conditions."
…
Peach Blossom Valley.
A white-haired boy lay on a cool mat, his clothes trailing on the ground like snow. Peach blossoms fell on his face, kissing the ice-blue coral on his ears.
He slowly opened his blue eyes and gazed at the clear blue sky.
…
[Name: Nagasha]
[Identity: A god forgotten by the mountain people.]
[Personality: cool and calm]
[Interpersonal Relationships: Taoer, Xige]
[Difficulty of playing: B]
[Role of Play: Maintain the majesty of God. ]
…
[Nagasha's main quest: "Survive"]
[Quest requirements: You were attacked in your early years and were seriously injured and could only recuperate in the mountains. At first, you could still recuperate through the faith of the mountain people, but as time went by, you were gradually forgotten by the mountain people. Now you lack the power of faith and your life is in danger. Please find a way to return to the throne of God. ]
[Mission Reward: Obtain the "Nightingale Crying Blood" ability: When you are in danger of death, everyone will know. ]
【Mission failed: death.】
…
Beiwang sat up.
He took out a lemon candy and put it in his mouth. Soon, his misty eyes gradually cleared up.
He loves to sleep. Besides his nature, his profession "Frost Sleeping God" is a profession that allows him to exert powerful strength in a sleepwalking state, just like a drunken poet, picking flying flowers and leaves, and killing people in a dream, which is nothing special.
But now it's role-playing, and it's safer to ensure a certain degree of sobriety.
"...Tianyu?" Beiwang called out vaguely.
"Xiao Beiwang, I'm here." A cold female voice came in my mind.
"Well... how about... you control the body?" Bei Wang rubbed his eyes and said stutteringly.
Among all the players, he had the best relationship with the original owner. After reaching an agreement with Tianyu, he would take over when he was sleepy, and when Tianyu was tired, he would take over. They could operate 24 hours a day.
"You control it, I'll take a break." Tianyu said.
"Okay." Beiwang wanted to stretch, and thinking that he was a god now, he pretended to be calm and looked towards the valley.
This valley is full of peach blossoms, like a paradise. There is a muddy path covered with pink petals leading to the foot of the mountain. From afar, you can see the bustling market where many townspeople live. However, none of them go up the mountain, but just pick wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain.
...A forgotten god?
Beiwang felt that this divine body was extremely weak. There were many marginal gods in Luowasha, and if no one believed in them, they would disappear.
Nagasha has been completely forgotten by the townspeople, so why hasn't she disappeared yet?
At this moment, he heard footsteps.
On the muddy path, a girl with a bun in her hair came running. She was carrying a basket of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and laughed loudly:
"God! God! I'm here to offer you a sacrifice!"
Beiwang's eyes met the girl's. At that moment he heard the narration and learned that the girl's name was Tao'er. When she was a child, she got lost in the mountains and was rescued by Nagasha and sent back to the town. From then on, she became the only mountain dweller who believed in God.
"Why... do you... believe in me?" Bei Wang asked directly without waiting for her to come over.
Tao Er was stunned and scratched her head: "Auntie Tian did tell me not to believe you. She said that if a god has no power, then he is not a god, but a monster that eats people. But I don't think you are a bad guy. Look, you are very beautiful, and your ears are coral."
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