PFC Chapter 1908 Commitment
Chapter 1908 Commitment
Chapter 1908 Commitment
The statues of gods became living creatures, and the gods descended to the mortal world and became ordinary "mortals".
“This feeling is a bit strange.”
Lu Ping'an completed the divine descent for the first time, or in other words, it was not until his courtyard reached the standards of a true kingdom of God not long ago that he became qualified to perform the divine descent remotely.
In the final analysis, God's descent is the "higher dimension" interfering with the "lower dimension", and it cannot be used if the level is not high enough.
To use an inappropriate but realistic metaphor, God's arrival is similar to hackers hijacking zombie computers and creating puppets. If the computing power of your host is not enough, no matter how technically advanced you are, you can't do it.
This is a bit like the magic brush Ma Liang's painting coming true. When you are the person in the painting, you don't have this ability. You have to jump out of the painting and have enough computing power support (the kingdom of God) to interfere with the mortal world with your will, use the cornerstone of the mortal world as a carrier, shape the divine body and complete the descent of God.
“So fragile but not that fragile.”
The seemingly contradictory words are the reality of this even more contradictory body.
Just looking at the physical strength, he is a complete weakling. His physical strength may not even reach the third-level combat level. A more combative "hero" in this world is stronger than him within a week of his debut.
However, as a collection of consciousness of higher-dimensional creatures, his body possesses "divinity".
This "outsider" quality gives him a certain degree of privilege to transcend reality.
At this time, Lu Ping'an increasingly understood the gap between quasi-gods and gods. Perhaps it was not just in terms of "specifications", but more in the crushing of high-dimensional over low-dimensional after the qualitative change caused by the accumulation of quantity.
“It’s like a mainframe computer crushing an antique machine.”
The gap between quality and quantity is not absolute. The gods' crushing of the mortal world is a crushing of both quality and quantity.
In his current situation, with only a few chips left in his hand, Lu Ping'an understands these subtle changes even more.
"Snapped!"
With a snap of his fingers, a gold coin appeared in his hand.
This is a life point, but it is the materialized product of this power. Only at this point can Lu Ping'an be truly and fully able to use the "life points".
He looked at the "old man" who had little time left, walked over, and with just one glance, he saw through his true nature.
'Very bad'
The poison of time corroded his body, but what made him completely hopeless was the "curse of the world."
I am afraid that these keepers of knowledge are not only in very poor physical condition, but also suffer from misfortunes one after another, and can be described as jinxes despised by the world.
"I'm sorry, I can't completely save you now."
As a "god", Lu Ping'an spoke out the helpless reality.
Not only will the body be harmed, but as long as the "curse" of the world still exists in this world, even the gods themselves cannot be saved.
Lu Ping'an looked up and could vaguely feel endless malice.
This world might be the "mortal paradise" he had ever experienced, but in a sense, it was the worst and cruelest.
At this moment, the old man's face showed despair. He knew that the person in front of him was the "incarnation of the Supreme God". If even he couldn't save him, how could a gravekeeper like him...
"But it's not difficult to save your life."
Having said that, Lu Ping'an directly threw down the gold coin of life.
The gold coins dissolved instantly, turning into drops of fine silk and merging into the old man's body.
If it is just about saving his life, even Lu Ping'an now has many means. The most direct one is that his "deferred payment" can even try to forcibly divide his "time poison" and increase his life limit.
But when it really came to this, he actually had a more effective means.
The faint golden luster turned into liquid, merged into the old man's body, and began to repair his flesh.
One life point counts for only one day of life? In fact, it was Lu Ping'an who used it poorly.
Life points are "conceptualized life energy". When Lu Ping'an used them to invest in low-level magic plants, the life points had to be degraded at least twice and transformed into "low-level life magic power" before they could be absorbed.
Considering Lu Ping'an's strength and control at that time, not to mention that 90% of his strength was wasted, he didn't even know how many decimal places the number after 999 was. He was completely treating gold as sand.
The most obvious thing in this regard is that the courtyard absorbed a rule-level item and gave hundreds of life points in feedback. That was a "foundation of God", which was enough to illustrate the value of life points.
Now, this gold coin of life has completely dissolved, and Lu Ping'an has completely controlled it. This is a life that is enough to recreate a mortal.
"me"
The old man felt that all the pain in his body disappeared and his body became much lighter. He seemed to be several years younger. He had only experienced such a comfortable feeling in his childhood.
But Lu Ping'an shook his head. He still saw the rapid loss of vitality and the deadly poison of time.
Since the "source of poison" is still in the body, there is no point in delaying payment. Unless the other party is willing to give up knowledge, but Lu Ping'an knows that is basically impossible.
"Three months. You still have three months left and you will be back to your previous state."
The old man, who was frightened by Lu Ping'an's shaking head and thought he was going to die immediately, smiled.
"There are still three months left, so I can entrust everything to you."
The calm and sincere words moved even the God of Life.
"This life should not end here"
The Lord of Life has made a promise.
"Three months is enough time for you to reach my territory. Once you enter, knowledge and civilization will be wealth instead of toxins."
Seeing that the old man was still hesitating, Lu Ping'an added.
"Your death will mark the end of civilization and heritage. I will take you away. If you plan to rebuild civilization and inherit history, I will also give you a piece of land."
The words of the gods are promises, but mortals dare not believe them easily.
Lu Ping'an was not in a hurry. The persuasiveness of words was always limited. Let them see their actions.
So far, he has not even looked at what this inheritance is, thinking it should be some history, documents or something like that.
Having reached this point, I really don't lack these things. Even if I have some more exotic technology and ancient knowledge, it's no big deal.
Instead, he valued these gravekeepers more.
"Life. The value of life." Theocracy and ideals merged together. In Lu Ping'an's eyes, these weak people were shining treasures.
Since they have chosen the path and exchanged their lives for the "inheritance of civilization", Lu, as the "God of the Value of Life", should respond.
If this is the price of becoming a god, then Lu Ping'an is willing to pay it.
But the facts proved that he still underestimated this world, underestimated their foundation, and underestimated this inheritance that was persisted at the cost of countless lives.