0531 Chapter Eleven: The Chaotic World (Section 34)
Zhen Cheng said and walked straight back past the crowd.
It was only then that everyone followed Zhen Cheng and discovered that the door behind them had turned into... a dark door with graffiti on the wall.
[Their] power must be outside the observer's gaze to be effective.
Stepping into the door that was supposed to be just graffiti on the wall, Zhen Cheng came to a familiar place.
It's pitch black here.
Then came the light. Dark red, pale silver... deep black.
"You came."
In front of Zhen Cheng, a suspended metal cylinder appeared.
It rolls downward, like a wave of metal wrinkles that are constantly twisting like water waves and tongues of fire. The shadows cast by the twisted wrinkles flash out the outline of the facial features.
"Oli..."
Although he had known about the scene before him early on, Zhen Cheng still had a slightly complicated look on his face:
"The last time I met you, you told me fables to remind me to help. But this time, I learned that [them] that has been caused to us all came from you.
Regarding your motives, I have thought about many possibilities. My final guess is...
You are the guardian of mankind, and you are willing to help people survive. But you don’t want to see... someone sitting on the seat of the [Poet Killer].
Am I right?"
There was no emotion, and the metallic voice sounded again:
"Fathers forge sharp blades to protect their children.
The gangster took away the sharp knife and used it to hurt his child.
Half of the information will only lead to half of the truth."
Zhen Cheng smiled knowingly, and it turned out to be the familiar three-part fable:
"[They] like music, and [their] traces of distorting space will be recorded...I should have guessed your identity at that time.
It wasn't until I saw the kindness shown by these little clones when they heard your work "Orestes" that I was convinced of my guess.
Domain manager, Ouli. You are Euripides, one of the three gods who once broke through the limits of the world, emerged from the bottom of the universe, and then reached the eleventh dimension [transformation into mortals], right?"
"Take off your robe and put on the sackcloth of a hermit,
You wouldn't know if he was a farmer or a king.
Memory is not eternal, it can be broken and lost like the world."
Orizhu replied.
Zhen Cheng vaguely felt that the guy in front of him didn't like to talk in roundabout ways like this, but had to do so.
She understood that the meaning of this was not to tell her that her guess was correct, but to express that the guy himself did not know whether his guess was correct or not.
Just like Qu Yun who sublimated [Destiny] and transformed into the world, this guy... lost his memory.
"Really? Then these things may be able to help you retrieve some of your memories." She said, waving her long sleeves and scattering a large number of Ollie clones in front of its original form.
Except for still holding a small piece in her hand without throwing it out, Zhen Cheng directly gave out all the clones she found.
Since Qu Yun can restore her memory by absorbing [World Fragments], maybe Euripides' situation is similar?
She is quite certain about Oulizhu's identity.
If such a being can restore his memory and even regain his original strength, then this will undoubtedly be a very beautiful backhand in Qu Yun's game with "destiny".
In any case, the three gods were the first to stand up as the indigenous gods of the underlying universe and confront the rule of the creator gods of the real universe.
Although there is no basis and no certainty, Zhen Cheng is looking forward to it.
The little guys all over the floor varied from the size of a palm to the size of a fingernail. At this time, they all rolled down in front of the original body of Ori Zhu, but they lost their previous liveliness in the external space.
They are like toys made of metal, lifeless and rolling on the ground like still life.
He neither stood up nor jumped around, nor did he turn into a liquid and merge into a column that was like Ollie, as Zhen Cheng expected.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, my people.
They are not my memories, but my will, hope, and ambition.
There was once a man who longed for the sun and made a pair of wings out of wax, hoping to fly out of the sky.
The sun melted the wings, and the man fell down. He broke his legs and lost his dexterous hands.
Those who lose everything cannot give any help to future generations.
His existence is the mockery and trampling of the hateful gods in the sky.
Only death is the peace that losers deserve."
In any case, [they] did have an impact on Euler. At least it can now speak words outside of the fixed format.
However, the answer he got was still regrettable. Zhen Cheng refused: "You want me to kill you?
No, I didn’t come to you to thank you for your historical contributions to the creatures of the universe. I came just to obtain your artifact.”
"Cough hehe hehe..." Oulizhu made a tooth-wrenching sound like metal twisting and deforming after fatigue: "That's just right.
The gods made me what I am now, and I paid the price for my gullibility and suffered enough punishment.
You are very strong, and the person behind you, without any guidance, relied only on his own analysis and speculation, and reached a position that caused great headaches for those guys, and a position that we have never reached before.
If they can return to my body, maybe I will still be willing to fight side by side with you.
But for me now, all this is meaningless. Even the [God of Rescue] cannot make me whole again.
Can mankind break through the barriers of the real universe; what will happen to those insidious creator gods who deceived me; the race that is willing to be slaves and become their lackeys; the strong ones who are unwilling to be limited and risk all their efforts to fight...
All of this has nothing to do with me."
As Oulizhu spoke, ripples appeared on the metal body, and a dynamic round hole gradually appeared on his chest as if it had been eroded by strong acid.
A ball of flesh and blood, like a heart, is buried in the pillar.
The metal ball-shaped suspended hand penetrated deep into the body, took out the meat ball, and threw it to Zhen Cheng.
Zhen Cheng was stunned, took it in his hand, and found that this disgusting-looking thing did not have the odor as expected.
"This is the artifact I created, the [God of Rescue] that accompanies me when I break through the limits of the universe and break into the real universe," Oril Zhu said with indescribable fatigue in his tone:
"Before I was killed, in order to avoid falling into the hands of the gods, I hid it in the tomb of an old friend.
Later, there was a candidate for the game of this era, and he took it out in order to get out of the game system.
Soon after, it returned to my hands as the price of a certain wish.
Now, you only need to make a wish on it and erase my existence to end my suffering.
In return, I will teach you how to calculate the cost of making a wish. This will help you maximize its effectiveness in future wars.
Don’t worry, the price of this wish will be borne entirely by me, the initiator, and it will not affect you at all.”
Looking at the meatball in his hand, Zhen Cheng found it hard to imagine that this was one of the three artifacts that moved the heavens.
She had no special expectations for the method of calculating the wishing price. The answer given by Senior Sister Misha not long ago showed that the secret of this thing should have been cracked to a considerable extent when it was in the hands of the teacher.
In other words, even if Ou Li substitutes this secret into eternal life, it will not affect Zhen Cheng's subsequent use.
But as a [Murder Poet], she was not willing to simply let this ancestral senior return to peace and nothingness.
An interesting and bold idea gradually took shape in Zhen Cheng's mind.