PFC Chapter 948 Shuhang Died Again (5600 words)
Chapter 948 Shuhang Died Again (5600 words)
Chapter 948 Shuhang Died Again (5600 words)
The storm churns in the distance, seemingly unwilling to subside, but the ink stains on the books have dried, and the storybook of the past and the passage of time is gradually being closed.
"The Silver Sea of the Eternal Terra Empire merges into the Silver Sea of the present world. Thus, the history in the dream story officially connects with the real world and becomes real."
Divine mercy, like a priest's Sunday, slowly closes the book in his hands, recounting this miracle to the audience in the quiet study:
"And the dragon that bears the weight of the world devours the black sun and transforms it into the rising sun, sacrificing itself as a sacrifice and a prayer, leading the dead who have fallen into the underworld to ascend from death into the realm of life, just as my Lord once promised."
"On the eighth day of creation, Heaven rose from Hell and was eternally exalted over the world."
"Glory fills the heavens and the earth, and praise is due to the Most High."
"Amen."
The organ requiem ended, leaving only the melodious sound of the organ echoing in the air.
“Madam, please keep this record of myths and epics safe.” Sunday handed the book, a compilation of events, to the Creator Chasher, placing his right hand gracefully on his chest.
"What if they fail?" Chasher asked curiously, "Will the rancher awaken as the Almighty Lord?"
“How could that be? In the symphony of ‘existence,’ there are no discordant noises.” Sunday smiled slightly.
He raised his hands and clapped them gently.
pop-
A dazzling burst of light rose, and amidst the pale light, the sound of birds flapping their wings and a few feathers falling could be heard.
"As my Lord has permitted, as Huai Shi has realized, and as I have put into practice, the old 'order' is dead. Therefore, it is not that God created all things, but rather that all things recreated God. In true paradise, there is no need for gods."
"When Paradise is built a third time on the body of a god, the rebirth of the dead god will also face a third destruction and a third closure of his eyes."
"Because you are still in the dream I have woven, and have not truly woken up."
hum-
Sunday's voice faded away.
Chasher opened his eyes amidst a sharp, waking pain. Outside the window, the sun shone warmly, the grass was lush and green, and all sorts of animals were exploring the mountains.
She glanced at the towering walls filled with countless books, and after a moment of relaxation, exclaimed with slight amazement, "Is this a triple dream?"
The Creator, whose own lifespan has come to an end, releases the laws and theorems he created throughout his life from his soul and rises to the present world; this is the first layer of the dream.
The second layer of the dream comes from the 'rancher' who resonated with the Grand Mystery and whose divinity flowed into the present world.
Just now, Chaschel, who thought everything was over, woke up from his last dream after the priest left.
When exactly did this happen?
"A paradise created from the materials of the Land of Bliss, reshaped from the abyss, with so many souls and angels modified from their origins to become vessels for dream life—that's quite a grand undertaking!"
The moment the crow landed, the ink-black color transformed into a long dress, flowing like water across the ground, and a slender figure sat down beside Chasher Evelyn.
"But it can also be considered a way to make use of waste. In a sense, those distorted souls are just food scraps that the rancher ruminated out of his stomach."
"What do you think of this paradise, my little Cheshire Cat?"
Tong Ji asked with a smile.
As a collective consciousness responding to desires, a new law was established by reshaping the world with countless wishes. A world called Heaven was born from a dream, and the things described in this story will be spread to the present world through the flow of the Grand Mystery, Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
"One day, they too will tire of the eternal bliss of heaven, just like humans do now, and venture into the hell called freedom."
Chaschel sighed helplessly, "In the end, in hell, he longed for the light of heaven."
"This is a common problem for humans, or rather, for all intelligent beings," Tong Ji smiled.
“That priest and your… little puppy look a lot alike,” Chasher chuckled softly.
"That's how it is with older single women; they're easily taken advantage of by young men with some means, who can swindle them out of their money and even sexually exploit them," Tong Ji corrected.
"That guy is probably a combination of my contractor and the King of Withering. The things he plans in reality are similar to those of the Garbage King in my dream."
So don't judge a man by his appearance alone. Those seemingly refined and handsome young men might possess noble souls, but are also obsessive to the extreme.
"However, in the ideal state of that time, almost everyone was like this."
"Otherwise, why would they want to establish a true eternal heaven above hell?"
“Yes, the ideal state.” Chasher silently picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup for himself and Tongji.
"But there is never an eternal heaven, a world that is truly free from all calamities. In the end, it is nothing more than another cycle of endless hell."
"Nothingness that exists for the sake of existence," Tong Ji said.
But who can truly say whether a being in hell or heaven is good or bad?
Ultimately, only time will tell.
She put her arm around Chaschel's shoulder, and the two sat together on the sofa, gazing at the sun rising through the morning mist.
The sun is very lonely because its light overshadows all the stars. I wonder if the priest who also wanted to become the sun will understand something after this witch's night.
Chasher: "No wonder His Excellency Su Lin appointed him to preside over the dream."
Tong Ji: "After all, for modern-day working-class people who are like slaves, that's a beloved son they've chosen, much more precious than my cheap adopted son."
Chasher: "So...aren't you going home to find that little puppy?"
"..." Tong Ji turned around with tears in her eyes: "Can't I just stay here and keep the kitten company?"
"From what I know of you," Chasher said, both amused and exasperated, "have you gotten into some trouble?"
Cough
Tong Ji coughed twice.
“You can stay as long as you want, but heaven is not a place for the living.” Chaschel stood up.
A cat grandmother wearing an apron poked her head out, holding a soup spoon in her hand: "I've made a lot of stew, let's all have breakfast together?"
"Just leave one set of chopsticks and a bowl." The old man lit a cigarette and pushed open the door to the next room: "Let me see which idiot has come to the nursing home."
"Guests are welcome. Prepare some dog poop for those idiots at the Preservation Institute," Tong Ji said to the cat chef. "Or cat poop coffee will do."
in the room.
With a somewhat broken expression, Niflünheim, pushed around by a bunch of colleagues, could only manage a stiff and helpless smile.
What can I do?
He secretly researched the projects 'Faust' and 'Heavenly Emperor's Mark' without even getting a signature, yet he still has to come here and take the blame for those idiot colleagues.
He was clearly helpless too!
This is absolutely outrageous! The last dream and academic achievements left behind by a creator have actually become an incubation ground for 'ranchers'.
If this Witch's Night was my dying dream, I'd probably expose all those bastards' dirty secrets and tear them apart.
They can't just not come; they have to at least confirm the last step.
"The Grand Mystic Zarathustra is ready."
Niflünheim cautiously observed the other person: "Did we bet right?"
Chasher took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled the nicotine, and sneered, "You bunch of idiots have made a killing this time."
"The Roman Senate passed the resolution."
"Helios Workshop, Greece, approved."
"Russian lineage."
Yegor looked at the silent projection, not urging it, but patiently waiting for the final reply from the other side.
If you were to ask who has the biggest grudge against ranchers in the current situation, no one in the Russian Federation would dare to claim the first place.
Asking someone else to help with ranching and paradise might cause some hesitation, and they might discuss the price, but these guys would rather pay out of their own pockets than tie that former church symbol to a cross and set it on fire themselves.
After a long time
"Atheism, Monophysiteism, Trinitarianism, Dimorphism, Monophysiteism, Justification by Faith, the Great Judgment Doctrine, Baptism, Liberalism, Dogmatism, Obedience, Inheritance... All schools of thought adopted this."
Catherine opened her eyes, and the great pope raised her scepter and issued a decree.
One by one, the bishops, clad in their robes, began to convey the resolution to their respective regions in silence.
At this moment, the enormous machine called 'religion' begins to turn, from the transcendental Knights of the higher realms to the national level, and finally to the churches where retired old men and women regularly organize senior citizen activities every Sunday.
The classic doctrines, the descriptions of God, from Genesis in the Old Testament to the apocalypse, and from the birth of the Son of God to his crucifixion and death in the New Testament—these are all things that priests modify, add to, and even incorporate into films, literature, music, and other forms of expression for the faithful.
From that day forward, the sound of hymns never ceased.
All beings chant the names of the departed gods, casting their divine radiance, as vast as the starry sky, into the abyss and hell, a mixture of countless miracles and different forms of divinity.
This was originally poisoned wine offered to ranchers; it should have been honey to God.
If the essence is truly reversed, and the shackles of the abyss are to be cast off, then let death be the proof.
This is a day of tears.
"Praise be to our God's awakening, destruction is rebirth."
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of all! Your glory fills the heavens and the earth, and shouts of joy resound to the heavens!
A night of terror and countless choices and denials, until finally, as the morning mist rose and dawn broke, the Grand Mystery Zarathustra, which had been suspended, began to operate again after the treaty signed between the Central Decision-Making Chamber and the House of Extinction was passed.
The Gate to Reality.
Open up!
Countless evil spirits were overjoyed, as if they had won the lottery. Just when they were worried about having nowhere to hide from the eerie light of hell, the world opened up to refugees.
Countless beams of light flowed into the present realm at that very moment.
The framework of the Grand Myth, Zarathustra, encompassing all the laws governing humanity today, draws upon and releases the divinity from the "Rancher," extending it to the world.
Outflow.
It's as if the law of universal gravitation in Zarathustra has been amplified to its extreme.
A burst of pure white light suddenly shot out, from the endless abyss toward the present world, toward the infinite heights.
Amidst mournful sobs and fragmented prayers, the rulers of hell, in their utter terror, witnessed countless creatures—beasts, birds, fish, and even flowers and grasses—surging forth from the "rancher's" shattered divine body and entering the present realm.
The body that used to cause bloodshot eyes and distorted thoughts with just a glance is now rapidly collapsing into a massive, rotting mass of flesh.
The lifeless flesh and blood were completely pulverized, and the vast, torrent-like correction values and distortions, even the endless divinity, were all swept up in the Grand Mystery.
At that moment, the already turbulent hell, with its countless rulers huddled in the shadows, watched as the thousands of layers of hell, above the depths of the Land of Bliss, were torn apart from the abyss by a sea of light.
Among the remains of the departed god, countless dreamlike and magnificent lights merged with the boundless divinity to form a blurred figure, and then...
The mortal world melted in the flames.
As David and the prophets testified: On the day of wrath, at the end of time, the heavens and the earth and all things will be reduced to ashes.
Then, in the void, light was divided into day and night, and Zarathustra spoke again, and everything in the present world reappeared in the restart.
Everything before was destroyed.
It felt like an incredibly real dream.
"Can't you just let me retire early?"
The gray-clad man, looking like a corporate slave, glanced at his briefcase, which contained records, essences, and origins of various disasters, detailing the beginnings and ends of every world-destroying and creation plan.
This time is no exception.
He put down his phone after ending the call, sighed, and started working overtime again.
"It has been confirmed that the nature of the ranch owner has been changed. From today onwards, there will be an additional living deity named God in the current territory. I originally wanted to give myself a seven-day vacation, but there are still some things to take care of now."
"I just gathered some information from Ai Qing, Ye Xueya, and Satomi Kohaku, who have just woken up, about how the present world is heading towards destruction in other timelines, as well as Huai Shi's identities in parallel worlds. Let's take a look together after signing the confidentiality agreement."
Yegor put down his communication device, organized the documents in his hand, and then slammed his hand on the table:
"A significant portion of the apocalypse is indirectly or directly related to the Survival Institute. Can't you guys just shut up already?!"
Continuing to exist?!
Look at the measly thing you've managed to survive!
Upon hearing this, everyone condemned it. Although none of them were exactly good people, and there had even been instances of infighting that led to the apocalypse, it was impossible for them not to harbor some resentment after being gambled on with a knife to their throats by the Survival Institute.
The Continuing Education Institute was already used to this situation, so they simply turned off the microphone and pretended to be dead.
"The Sword of Calamity, the Lord of the East, the Tuner, the Navigator, the Leader of the Green Sun, the Lord of the Yingzhou Lineage, the Successor of the Lord of the Dongxia Lineage, the Holy Grail Knight Commander?!"
"Your Astronomical Society is just going to make him a regional special envoy for this timeline?!"
The sheer number of evolution lines for Eevee, Pichu, and Agumon that had been unearthed, even those that seemed completely unrelated, was dazzling. But none of that mattered. The key was the last line: exclusive intelligence provided by their natural enemy, Chu Hai.
Wait, if Chu Hai isn't Bai Dizi's father, then where did he get his parallel world memories from?
How come he also has a rumored affair with Huai Shi?
You're not even sparing men?! You're into both fathers and daughters?!
"The sole outcome of the former president of the Astronomical Society's Savior Project, the Destructive Element... the Savior."
"The element of destruction... the blazing sun of the abyss."
"The Fate Scribe of the Ideal State, Taiyi, is His Nemesis"
The meeting room fell completely silent.
It wasn't until Russell, dumbfounded, slapped himself in the face that the sounds of people gasping for breath began to rise and fall.
At this moment, Cunxuyuan turned on the microphone: "A VIP room in Cunxuyuan's private area has become available. Could you please help me find out where this young man is?"
“If the Continuing Academy illegally enters the country, we will detonate the Dragon Vein,” the Black Bird said.
"You Eastern Xia can't handle this!"
"Fuck your mother's fart!"
"Chu Hai provided something that looks like a list of rumored lovers... Liz Hetmerk? Isn't she our kid? Wait, we in the Americas have priority in containment!"
"We've found a way to pinpoint Huai Shi's location. Through the outflow layer of the Grand Mystic Ritual, we discovered that the Rancher's divinity is converging towards a certain location in the New Sea—a very hidden subspace world. We're cracking it, and we've succeeded."
After tearing off the mask of civility and revealing the ugliness of adults, they soon discovered that Yegor, who was presiding over the meeting, was missing.
"What about people?"
"Everyone eventually goes to heaven, Huai Shi."
Strands of radiance converged toward the doll, and the authority, divinity, and food chain originating from the rancher, as the dream vanished, began to coalesce into Su Lin's body through the true historical traces left by the great supernatural dream of a thousand years.
The more complete the divine essence became, the more radiant that blurred face became.
Huai Shi then remembered that the rancher originally came for the doll and the divinity within it. In the moment of resonance with the Grand Mystic Ritual, the divinity naturally took the doll of light as its vessel.
"I admire the first reader who read the apocalypse forecast, because it might have ended badly."
"Big brother/sister, who are you?"
Huai Shi hastily adopted a naive and bewildered expression, which, combined with her delicate features, gave her a pitiful and innocent girlish charm.
"You really don't recognize me?" Su Lin sat on the edge of the bed.
"I don't know you, and you've never appeared before, okay?" Huai Shi choked out, almost bursting into tears, trying to negotiate.
I really didn't do it!
Crow, Tong Ji, you wicked woman, you good sister, come out and say something!
Unfortunately, there was no response from the Book of Destiny. Su Lin then began to examine his clothes and attire, putting aside the fact that he was wearing women's clothing.
Why do the alchemy and magic matrices in this doll look so familiar?
It looks a bit like the Soul Steel doll I used to use.
"."
Let's just ignore these details.
Huai Shi huddled under the covers, shivering. Her clothes were changed by Crow, and the softening of her facial features was done by CEO Ke. She truly felt like an innocent white lotus flower caught up in this mess.
But at this moment, Su Lin remained silent, naturally understanding that saying too much would lead to mistakes.
Until a moment later.
"Is Huai Shigu's verbal tic going to never end?" After adjusting his language module, Su Lin also bought a top-of-the-line sound card worth 100 points from the system store.
"The Poem on the Locust Tree"
"To!"
Huai Shi tried to get up but was held down by the other person's hand.
"It's alright to sit here. I don't blame you. I know you have nothing to do with this." Su Lin's voice gradually became more pleasant.
Yes, it sounds as beautiful as a lark.
Boss, please don't do this, I'm scared!
"It's alright," Su Lin said with a gentle smile.
"You're a good kid, so I'll tolerate whatever you do, but just to be honest, it's not a spellcasting material, is it?"
"???" Huai Shi's mind went blank for a moment.
Putting aside the flaws of this compassionate approach, what exactly are these spellcasting materials? I shouldn't be that twisted, right?
Looking around in confusion, Su Lin turned to the door and smiled, "Your friend is here to see you, go have some fun."
Huai Shi stared blankly over and saw Ai Qing, Fu Yi, Luo Xian, and Lili standing at the door, their cold eyes and smiles seeming to say, "You're such a dog."
Huai Shi stiffly looked at Su Lin, who had a gentle smile.
Is this the legendary...?
Self-destruction style?
"Young Master, I ran into these ladies when I went out to buy hot pot ingredients. They were looking for you, so I invited them in."
The moment Uncle Fang stepped inside, Su Lin vanished without a trace.
"So it wasn't 'Old Godfather,' it was 'Old Godmother.'"
"This kind of plot only appears in Yingzhou Animation."
"Good for you."
I'm not, I didn't!
Huai Shi felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.
"Young Master, are you still not up?" Uncle Fang said helplessly, "Miss Tongji said she had to go out for a while. Could you ask her if she'll be back for dinner?"
"Uncle Fang," Huai Shi said with difficulty, a forced smile on his face, "I'd like to have roasted crow and roasted pigeon for lunch."
"Is that okay?"
Xiling Divine Kingdom
Witch's Night Synchronous Universe Experimental Zone.
[Time-based flow rate differentiation canceled]
[Abyss model has been saved]
[Song Shuhang responds to the spiritual connection]
"There's no news in the group chat either." Chen Jun tapped the name list: "What exactly happened to Shuhang?"
[Conduct a mental state search]
[The target is brain dead]
"Hey, Shuhang died again." Chen Jun mentioned in the group chat.
Perhaps everyone was still half asleep, but even those who didn't attend the Witch's Night seemed unfazed.
"That's inhumane."
Unfortunately, I didn't get off work until 7 PM tonight. I can't write two chapters at once, please forgive me.
(End of this chapter)