"wrong!
That's completely wrong.
Brother, my old friends are not rebelling against me, but rather testing me.
My limited memory tells me that I must have done something wrong in a previous era, and now I am making amends for those mistakes.
But what do you mean by their successive falls? Has the war of the gods begun again?
"......"
When a person is so neurotic that he truly resembles a god, then he is a god.
It is very difficult for humans to communicate with gods.
Cheng Shi took a while to calm down, even recalling the despair he had experienced before, before he could shake off the absurdity in his mind and regain his emotions and feelings. He broke free from Meng Youfang's hand and said to him with utmost seriousness:
"You are not [Yuan Chu]!"
It's not your fault that you forgot the existence of the [Origin]. You were the vanguard in the rebellion against the [Origin]. On the way, you lost your divine throne and your memory. To protect you, the gods brought the world a [Faith Game], putting you, who had lost your divine throne, into the game, hoping that you could live peacefully, at least still be alive.
But the oppression of the Primordial One continues. He is the creator, the supreme being who can create and destroy everything. No one knows what in this world has angered Him. Now the Primordial One is once again attempting to destroy the world. Many gods have perished in order to protect this world, and Time itself has also departed in this unequal confrontation.
But we are still unwilling to give in, so now someone must step forward, take the place of [Time], and continue the charge against [Origin].
I know you can't accept it right now, but Brother Meng, it comes down to this question: are you willing to become the new "Time"?
"......"
Meng Youfang froze, his expression changing drastically. After a moment, he spoke with a solemn look that Cheng Shi had never seen before:
“I can accept it.”
"!"
Cheng Shi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that "selling" the divine throne that everyone craved was quite difficult. Although Old Meng was unreliable, at least he wasn't a bad person...
Just as I was thinking this, I heard Meng Youfang continue:
"But I cannot take away my old friend's throne!"
"???"
I......
The fist hardened.
Cheng Shi instinctively clenched his fist and unleashed that bolt of lightning, but fortunately, the lightning had already vanished.
At this moment, Meng Youfang should really thank the departed "Death." If He hadn't destroyed Cheng Shi's death-related entertainment, Meng Youfang would already be a corpse.
Meng Youfang wasn't stupid. He could see that Cheng Shi desperately needed him to become "Time." However, how could he possibly covet the throne of an old friend who had fallen while protecting him?
Meng Youfang had already understood that [Yuan Chu] was destroying the world, and the reason for this destruction was that the gods had protected him, and in order to allow him to live peacefully, the gods were even willing to die to fight against [Yuan Chu]'s wrath.
This is the bond between gods!
My old friends, you have given me so much!
Meng Youfang was deeply moved, his eyes almost reddening. He looked at Cheng Shi with gratitude in his eyes, but he still could not accept inheriting the throne of [Time].
He shook his head and said:
“Fool, as a god, the will of faith is unchangeable.”
Although I have become a mortal, and although I can no longer remember my god's name, I am never alone on the path of faith.
Behind me stand countless people who trust me, believe in me, and have faith in me. For their sake, I must be who I am!
I am the tenth...eighth god in this universe, not [time].
I know the universe has sacrificed too much for me, if the wrath of the [Primordial Beginning] is all because of me...
As he spoke, Meng Youfang's eyes narrowed, as if he had made up his mind, and he said, word by word, "Then let me end all of this!"
Having said that, he raised his hand and brought the knife down.
"Sizzle—"
"Bang--"
Meng Youfang closed his eyes and collapsed straight in front of Cheng Shi.
"......"
The scene finally quieted down.
The next second, Ying Chengshi threw away the dagger he had snatched and returned to Chengshi's feet with a helpless expression.
Cheng Shi looked at the unconscious Old Meng and for a moment didn't know what to say.
You say he has delusions, but he is clearly sincere.
But you say he's sincere, yet he's also a delusional person...
Paranoia can be very harmful.
Cheng Shi could only manage a wry smile, but Old Meng did have one thing to say:
Behind me stand countless people who trust me, believe in me, and have faith in me. For their sake, I must be who I am!
Cheng Shi shook his head, clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts, his eyes regaining their resolve. He left a note for Meng Youfang and turned to leave.
Since Lao Meng insists on his own way and refuses to take over the role of [Time], I can only think of another way and go find my old friends.
However, it's not like there aren't believers in "time" at all; Longjing is one, for example.
But the problem now is that it seems that only Longjing is left who can inherit the position of [Fraud].
President Gong, being a late bloomer, has finally become the most sought-after figure.
Cheng Shi left reality and stepped back into the void. He was searching for the location of his old friends, but at that moment, countless torrents of white bones poured down from above the void and transformed into a deathly white bone throne in front of him.
But the one sitting on that throne of bones was no longer the enormous skull that represented death, but a gravedigger dressed in a funeral suit.
Zhang has arrived to pay respects to his ancestors.
He stepped down from his throne, a hint of sorrow in his narrowed eyes. With a casual wave of his hand, countless small skulls along the path to the Fishbone Hall chattered and flew toward him, transforming in his hand into a miniature waterfall of white bones. The pale torrents intertwined and swirled, forming the shape of an hourglass.
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