0532 Chapter Eleven: The Chaotic World (Section 35)
"You have to bear all the costs. As long as you make a wish, you can achieve your goal of death..." Zhen Cheng smiled and said, "Why don't you make this wish yourself?"
"The reason is very simple," Euripides' voice was calm and steady, without any trace of eagerness and anxiety in anticipation of relief:
"Because if the person making the wish is me, my death will not be the price to pay to realize the wish. Therefore, the wish will not be established.
You have to know that in many cases, the price of life is just the slightest bargaining chip.
If you want to play on the chessboard of all the universes, the truly unacceptable price... is that your wish will never be achieved."
Perhaps as he said himself, all passion, ambition, persistence and human nature were stripped into [them] in the divine punishment imposed by the creation gods.
"What if I don't want to simply give you death like this, but use another way to end your suffering?" Zhen Cheng had made up his mind and showed a cunning look.
"I would like to hear the details." Olizhu seemed to have lost all interest.
"If your state cannot be restored, I am willing to help you escape," Zhen Cheng's eyes sparkled: "And the essence that makes you immortal is the eternal fire of your godhead.
The three ancient gods I know do not give up the fight so easily.
How about, let me make a wish to devour the eternal fire of your godhead, and if you actively cooperate, you can still achieve your wish for liberation.
And I can inherit your strength and long-cherished wish and continue to fight."
Hearing Zhen Cheng's words, even Euripides, who had already lost his emotions, was stunned.
After a while, it shook its hand: "This is impossible. If there is really a way to swallow the eternal fire of another person's godhead, I am afraid that within a year, a mortal can be transformed into a god."
"In my timeline, it has only been a month since I last saw you." Zhen Cheng smiled maliciously.
"No! This..." Euripides showed a rare hesitation. Even with his vision as the world, he couldn't imagine how such a thing could be achieved: "Is this possible?"
Zhen Cheng snapped his fingers.
Behind her, something invisible appeared.
It's [them]. Different from Ouli's clones [them], the indescribable thing contained in Zhen Cheng's back is the fusion of Yuan Yuan and Ren Jishu. When it appears, it shows malice that can make a mortal mentally broken.
The ticking of resentment that turned into reality eroded the special space where managers in the Lamarckian gaming industry worked, until traces of black smoke erupted.
Euripides was inexplicably shocked.
In fact, with Zhen Cheng's current status, she can already look directly at [them] without being greatly affected. But since [they] always choose to stand behind her, she will not look back.
Girls all have a love for beauty. Presumably [their] current appearance is a state that makes those pure and tough hearts extremely painful and inferior.
Zhen Cheng couldn't bear to prick the scar.
"Because of my family's bloodline, I have an affinity with the Shadow. You must know the Shadow. Apart from being uncontrollable, it is definitely the ultimate weapon to fight against the gods and subvert all order.
And luckily, I can do this to a certain extent." Zhen Cheng's eyes were bright and serious:
"You should be able to tell that [they] are the by-products of Jizun's experiment in trying to control the paradox. They are a pair of pure souls who have lost their bodies and are wrapped in resentment. They have completely integrated with the paradox and become a kind of paradox.
The shadow itself.
Their strength and ability are related to curses. As far as I know, the 'price' of [God of Rescue] is essentially a curse.
[They] have helped me devour the eternal fire of Jizun's godhead. That guy was captured by my mentor a hundred thousand years ago and is now completely dead.
If you can cooperate, I think [they] can also help me devour you.
In this way, I gain strength. And you... gain peace."
"??Jizun... is dead? Hahahahaha... That's really the best thing."
Immediately, Euripides' metallic face with barely distinguishable facial features stared directly behind Zhen Cheng, seeming to be thinking about something, and also seemed to be hesitating about something.
After a long time, he said calmly: "That's good, just as you said. I will now teach you how to use the [God of Rescue] and how to calculate the cost of making a wish.
Then you can judge for yourself whether your hypothesis... works."
"Wait!" However, at this moment, Zhen Cheng suddenly raised his hand to stop him: "Before doing all this, I still insist on confirming one question.
My mentor is walking on the same path as you. As an existence that has transcended the limits of [Destiny] and set foot on [Transformation], you who are alive are definitely more valuable to her than the godhead you inherited from me.
She is very powerful, in every sense. At least in my opinion, she is stronger than you back then.
On the path she has arranged, with or without your dedication, it will not have much impact on the development of things. I am destined to grow to a necessary height in a short period of time.
Even so, are you determined to pursue destruction?"
Three seconds of dead silence.
Then, under the metal face that was always expressionless, Zhen Cheng seemed to see the bitter vicissitudes that were older than time:
"Do you think...the creation gods of the eleventh dimension will let me, who has been deprived of everything, regain my past authority and power and fight against them?
Does your mentor leave any chance for Jie Zun to counterattack?"
Seeing that Zhen Cheng stopped talking and seemed to want to ask something else, Euripides raised his hand again to stop him: "If you want to know the truth, don't ask me.
I have no idea what is in my mind. Which ones are real experiences and which ones have been stuffed in after being tampered with by them.
The greatest help I can give you is to remain silent.
Even I don’t believe everything I know, so how confident are you in inferring the truth from the lies they weave?”
Zhen Cheng was silent. She suddenly understood why Euripides, who had transformed into a pillar, had only spoken in three-part fables until he saw the part he had been deprived of.
"I see."
For the last time, there was no joking in her eyes, no cynicism that was always on her face, which could be regarded as the model of the world, but full respect:
"In that case...then, let's start studying."
"Hehehe, that's right," although he laughed dryly, there was no smile on Euripides' stiff face:
"At least regarding the usage of [God of Rescue], I can confirm that no one has tampered with it. They...can't understand the wisdom of us aborigines."