newbobooks Chapter 545 The God Who Abandoned His Divinity
Chapter 545 The God Who Abandoned His Divinity
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Noticing Tang Zijun's reaction, Scáthach was momentarily speechless. Clearly, she had also guessed what her shadow had become. "I told you, that was just a backup plan, a plan that would allow us to preserve the real world even if all of us gods failed. Even if the plan wasn't perfect, it still had meaning." "Is it to deal with nightmares?" Tang Zijun asked.
"To be precise, it's to escape nightmares," Scáthach replied. "If we fail, it proves we lack the power to deal with nightmares. In that case, to keep reality going, we'll have to use another method, even if those mortals don't like it."
"Destroy everything, let shadows cover the entire real world, drag everyone into the realm of death. Yes, I don't think anyone would like this method." "But it will work." Scáthach raised her head, looking at Tang Zijun. "Nightmares erode reality through dreams, through the realm of consciousness. And as long as living beings have reason, they will inevitably come into contact with that realm. But what if they die?"
"What if they no longer exist in the form of life, but as shadows, in a world that is pitch black yet radiant?" "With the help of Hades' underworld and the divine realms of many death gods, that power can create a world unique to each person, where they will not feel any difference. They will live in a world no different from reality, and they can even live better, like the heroes in the bard's verses."
"A paradise for everyone... Ha, a world built around one person, you know it's fake, right?" Tang Zijun asked, frowning. "Humans have no right to define what's real or fake," Scáthach said calmly. "They believe in us, and everything about them is determined by us." "Is this your idea, or the idea of the gods?"
"This has always been the case."
"But after you all disappeared, it was humanity that searched in the darkness and continued civilization to this day." Tang Zijun calmly gazed into Scáthach's eyes. "And when I saw your shadow, it didn't intend to create any world; it only thought about leading a group of shadow creatures to counterattack the dream world."
Upon hearing this, Scáthach's eyes flickered. "...Perhaps you're right, this plan was unstable from the start." Without the protection of the gods, negative energy flowed freely in the real world. Years of loneliness and the influence of this negative energy had gradually turned Scáthach's shadow into a fanatical madwoman. It had long forgotten its original goal; it only wanted to end it all with a mad maneuver.
Tang Zijun sighed silently, then asked softly, "Let's not talk about that for now. Why did you come to this world? Is it also related to the gods' plan? You just said this place is a sanctuary." "Yes, this should have been the last sanctuary."
Scáthach shifted her gaze to the distance, looking at the city now reduced to ruins, her eyes revealing an indescribable complexity. "After Odin and I finalized our plan, I abandoned my godhood and went alone to the Dream World, becoming the teacher of the Dream Humans and Demigods, teaching them martial arts to resist the Great Old Ones and cultists." "But the Great Old Ones were ultimately not our greatest enemy. After the Nightmare returned, we struggled to resist their fierce attacks. Everyone knew this was a war we could never win." "So, Bai Ze proposed a new plan, a plan blasphemous to the gods—to create a completely new world as our final refuge." "In that world, there is no more reincarnation, no more gods, all supernatural powers cease to exist, it is entirely governed by the most fundamental laws of matter in the universe, a new world entirely built by humanity." "A wasteland world..." Tang Zijun's mouth gaped slightly, her brows furrowing with seriousness.
"Is that what you call this world?" Scáthach turned to look at Tang Zijun. "Yes, this world is truly worthy of being called a wasteland now." "I think I understand." Tang Zijun said in a deep voice. "Nightmares originate from supernatural beings above the level of consciousness. Similarly, the Great Old Ones are the same. Therefore, Bai Ze's idea is to create a world without supernatural energy, so that those supernatural beings cannot set foot in it."
"That's right." Scáthach nodded slightly, then sighed. "We originally thought that even if the dream world was breached and we failed, we could still relinquish our divine power and come to this world to live out the rest of our lives peacefully, but we never expected this."
"...From the moment civilization began to emerge in this world, in order to prevent excessive contamination of this place by divine power, we severed the connection between the two worlds. However, as a result, we completely lost control of this world. By the time we realized it, everything was out of control."
Tang Zijun followed Scáthach's gaze to the black sphere above the crescent moon, or perhaps it could be called the temple of the God of Harvest. "The civilization of this world has ultimately embarked on a distorted path, just like the distorted nature of this world itself," Scáthach continued. "When miracles cease and everything develops according to a predetermined course, someone will always stand up to try and break these 'shackles'."
"Without divine power, without extraordinary energy, they began to study the laws of this world itself, and explored it without the witness of the gods. This brought them their greatest catastrophe." "You mean the explosion of the particle accelerator?"
“That’s right,” Scáthach said softly. “The explosion pierced the barrier of this world. Although it lasted for less than a second, the information released in that instant was unbearable for ordinary people.”
"They were corrupted by the pheromones emanating from the dream world, eroded by the power of the gods and nightmares. In an instant, they saw through the entirety of this world, but then embarked on an even more erroneous path." "Yes, they knew that this world was missing something, but they didn't understand why. In fact, they desperately wanted to complete this world, and for this, they didn't hesitate to create a false god..." Tang Zijun frowned, listening carefully to every word Scáthach and he said, and he understood everything that this incredibly special world had experienced. A somewhat incomplete framework appeared in his mind. To create an escape route for themselves, the gods created the wasteland world, hoping it would remain unaffected by the wars of the dream world. However, after creating this world and its inhabitants, they failed to explain its meaning. For the beings of this world, it is a world without a past, without history. Unlike the real world, with its different eras and the dinosaur civilization that predates human civilization, this world has existed independently since its inception. After reaching a certain level of technological development, the wasteland inhabitants finally began exploring their own history. They delved into the truth and rules of this world, constantly researching and developing more advanced technologies in the process.
Ultimately, they succeeded; they truly "saw" the essence of this world. This explains why countless scholars in the wasteland were so desperate to create a god—because they had witnessed a god firsthand—in a phantom image of another world.
This is the truth of it all. The ultimate goal of those scholars and professors was to communicate with the "creator" of this world. They were simultaneously creating a technological god, hoping it could communicate with their creator on their behalf, while also exploring the paths between the two worlds, searching for a route from the wasteland to the dream world. Did they succeed?
Successful.
These people have indeed created an unparalleled "god" who, despite having no authority, can do the same things as a god. At the same time, the fact that Zorin appears in the dream world proves that there is indeed a path to the dream world in this world.
Did they fail?
also failed.
In the process of countless evolutions, learning, and iterations, the gods of the ages gradually deviated from their original intentions. Just as the gods created this world, everything began to spiral out of control, and there was no turning back. And Scáthach's voice continued.
"...By the time we discovered it, it was too late, and the fluctuations in the wasteland world had also attracted the attention of the Crescent Moon. The gods were forced to once again engage in the war, and at the same time, they needed to investigate the changes in the wasteland world." Tang Zijun raised her head slightly. "So, you came here, trying to lead the people of this world back on the right track."
"There is no supernatural energy in the wasteland," Scáthach said slowly. "Having abandoned my godhood, I am the best candidate."