Chapter 703: The Truth of the World
“I”
“Yes, you.”
At this point, Ramastia did not rush; she simply reached out to retract the nearby glow, transforming it into a small circular light that flew towards the distance. It was only at this moment that Fisher faintly heard what seemed to be an indescribable sound existing outside this inverted triangle building.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz.”
The small light pointed towards another direction in the vast space, revealing a wooden table and two chairs from the darkness. For some reason, when he saw the table and chairs, Fisher’s heart trembled slightly, as if some inspiration had been triggered.
“Let’s sit over here for a moment. You’ve just experienced a great battle, so you should feel tired.”
“That table and chairs don’t really look like the creations of the Ramastia people.”
“Indeed, we all live in water, even the flying instruments are filled with water, so we don’t need these at all. Those were made by a contributor of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans. She once lived here and talked with me.”
“Were the conversations related to me?”
“Some were related, some weren’t.”
Ramasitia honestly replied, and Fisher walked over. She, in her shadowy form, sat on one side of the wooden table and pointed to the other side, indicating for him to sit down.
Just as Fisher was about to take a seat, the avatar of Azanros on him suddenly revealed its tentacles, looking extremely limp, yet it still comfortably lay on the wooden table, seeming as if it had done this many times before.
“Squish.”
At that time, after Fisher had used Azanros’s authority, it had withered and disappeared. In fact, the main reason for his serious injury was due to the reliance on Azanros’s authority; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so easily eroded by Heow’s power.
Azanros’s authority was too strong, in a completely different league from Dalasgon, carrying a great burden during usage.
At this moment, looking at the tentacles lying on the wooden table, Fisher caught a glimpse of the four square Chinese characters engraved on the table where Ramastia was sitting. He couldn’t understand them at first, and just as he was about to remember them to later translate using the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, Ramastia preemptively explained,
“These characters were a nickname given to me by the contributor of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans. After she heard the story of me and the Ramastia people, she said that I resembled the deity from her homeland. In her homeland, the deity she worships not only looks exactly like a human but may also be their ancestor or a celebrity. Moreover, they pragmatically govern certain natural rules; otherwise, people wouldn’t worship them, so she kindly gave me a similar title from her homeland.”
【Mother Goddess】
This was the title that Subhuman Girl Enthusiast gave to Ramastia.
Fisher looked at the suddenly understood characters with curiosity and asked,
“What is the name of the contributor of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans?”
“Who knows? She has never told anyone her real name, just some codenames.”
“Is that so?”
“Seeing Azanros really makes me nostalgic. I thought he had distanced himself from this mess.”
Ramasitia did not continue; she simply looked down at the twisted tentacles lying on the table, revealing a nostalgic expression upon seeing them. She then said,
“In the earlier conflict I mentioned, because I am more powerful than any other deities except Dream, I was the first one to seize the opportunity. The battle had already been ongoing for an unknown amount of time, and I wanted to end it, so I entered that legendary twisted space containing the secrets of creation. Along with me were allies like Heow, Dalasgon, Anebatos, and Ouyun. There, we witnessed the so-called ‘mysteries of creation.’
“That secret contained was not about creation at all but a transmission coordinate to meet great deities. Through that information and twisted space, both Heow and I instantly crossed the boundless deep space and darkness, finding the true form of that great sage.”
Fisher was somewhat stunned, also looking down at the tentacles pretending to be dead on the table and responded,
“That great deity is the elusive Azanros?”
“Exactly. This is the whole story; after such a prolonged conflict, this is everything we obtained. We found the true form of Azanros, and he was very surprised that we discovered him, so he graciously gave us an opportunity to meet him again. Just a fleeting moment after that, he vanished once more, becoming unobservable.”
“This…”
“Isn’t this absurd?”
Fisher couldn’t find his words, but Ramastia continued the words he couldn’t finish.
Even now, there was a strong tone of sarcasm and sighing in Ramastia’s voice,
“You’re right, Fisher. The other deities have higher pursuits because even just meeting the real Azanros could provide unimaginable wisdom, and we indeed learned a lot from it. But ultimately, that wasn’t our aim. We only felt sorrow. You must think that my involvement in this conflict would unexpectedly destroy the civilization of the Ramastia people, which is why I turned against Heow and them, betraying the so-called alliance.
“But ironically, this did not happen. Because of my participation in the battle, the flames of war did not spread to that star. However, by the time we would war again to meet Azanros, long ages had already passed, and the Ramastia people perished in the course of time. I fully understood this and felt lost, questioning the meaning of the existence of the universe and deities.
“After meeting Azanros, we just wandered in strange and silent star systems, returning to our homeland with knowledge and mysteries that seemed meaningless to us. But perhaps it was the cruelty of fate that during our wandering in that seemingly godless desolate star system, we unexpectedly discovered a spectacle we couldn’t comprehend, a treasure that could truly rival the mysteries of creation.”
Ramasitia’s tone was somber, and her gaze slowly shifted from the Azanros avatar on the table to Fisher.
As her words fell, the dark crystal behind her appeared to disappear in an instant, revealing the darkness of the Spirit Realm outside. Ramastia remained still, yet the entire space behind her was suddenly cleaved by a huge blue light, briefly separating the crimson mist.
“Boom!”
Taking advantage of the gap where the crimson mist parted, Fisher looked up and, at the end of the sight in the crimson mist, vaguely saw a circular area sparkling with dots of fluorescence, stretching across the entire Spirit Realm like a galaxy.
Under that resplendent, ocean-like circle of soul light, the dots of fluorescence coalesced into a fine stream that unhindered crossed through the crimson mist, connecting towards the crevice direction, looking just like a river connecting the ocean and the land.
In the entire Spirit Realm, shrouded in darkness and crimson mist where Fisher could not see, that sole fluorescence still sparkled and was beautiful, proclaiming to Fisher the exquisite design of the deity that had created all this at that time.
It is conceivable that before the pollution of the Spirit Realm emerged, the Sea of Souls would have been even more beautiful, just like how the confused gods saw its form in the universe back then.
“That is the Sea of Souls?”
“Yeah, back then… in that desolate and quiet star system, we accidentally encountered a vast gathering of matter that had never been confirmed to exist before, souls.”
Listening to Ramasitia’s recount, Fisher recalled once again that there was no confirmed concept of “soul” beyond the barrier.
In fact, even within the barrier, despite the emergence of the Sea of Souls and various bizarre evidences like the Southern Continent, humans were still endlessly debating. It’s easy to imagine how much more intense the debates would be outside where they couldn’t see the souls.
To take the simplest counterpoint involving humans as an example: assuming souls exist, with the development of civilization, the number of individuals alive within a certain time has exceeded the total number that died before. Then where did the souls of these additional individuals come from?
Yet at that time, seeing the stream of souls, Ramasitia seemed to have found an explanation.
What if the total amount of souls is not based on one civilization but on the entire universe?
She could not be certain whether the total amount of souls in the universe is fixed, but she could confirm that souls must flow between civilizations. Because through her and Heow’s relentless research, they quickly discovered that all these tangible pure souls carried some readable information, confirming they all came from the same direction of the same civilization.
In the place where the souls gathered, they also noticed the phenomenon of distorted rules. They believed it was the location’s specificity that caused the originally intangible soul matter to manifest and coalesce. Soon, after the earnest efforts of several deities, they discovered more about the properties of souls.
Just as Fisher had discovered, souls and carriers influence each other; tangible souls could even directly inject into stones, granting them consciousness and wisdom, with direct creative intelligence.
“The Azanros hidden in secrecy is unmoved by external matters. In the space where he exists, wrapped in secrecy, all external rules and deities cannot penetrate, allowing him to remain in that silent ‘vacuum’ to meditate and seek serenity, which gave me and Heow a profound shock and, a touch of envy.
“The rules beyond could not take effect, deities could not intervene, beauty was eternal and indestructible, eternally belonging to our world. Such an existence is a deadly temptation for any existing being, and especially so for those of us who were confused and yearned for a pause in beauty. Thus, while gazing at that sphere of the Sea of Souls, an extremely bold idea burst forth from our minds.
“With this enormous soul, if there’s help from Azanros and combined with our powers, we might be able to create a world exclusively ours, undisturbed by the external world and not bound by external rules, just like creating the universe.”
Thus, at that time, the few deities fully immersed themselves in the Sea of Souls they discovered, becoming absorbed in their “creation plan.”
In Ramastia’s vision back then, there should be a beautiful civilization, free from divine interference, at the center of their new world, where deities no longer sounded the toll of sorrow but instead became part of its protection.
Hence, they left everything with the tangible Sea of Souls and Azanros’s secrets, never returning to their homeland, simply seeking a corner in this star system to take root. They asked Azanros to lower an unprecedentedly powerful barrier, wishing to hide there and reside within their own world without leaving again.
Azanros complied, lowering an unprecedentedly powerful barrier, a barrier so strong that almost any existence in the universe could not detect it, enveloping the gods and their soon-to-be-born new world within, isolating everything from the outside, including rules.
Within the barrier, the gods each sought to create their own world and order.
Ouyun wielded his immense strength that spanned galaxies, shaping materials entirely different from the outside, sculpting like a treasure held delicately in hand, to avoid his authority from influencing that fragile and exquisite creation; Heow sealed his own consciousness, restraining his nature to become a part of that treasure; Dalasgon carefully wrapped it up, isolating the boundaries against divine interference; Anebatos wove the rules for the world’s operation, defining time and space.
Finally, Ramastia exerted all her strength, fabricating a living being unique to them, extracting the sealed souls from the Sea of Souls to communicate with the world, creating their own beings.
And then, the problem manifested at that moment.
“We were simply too foolish and ignorant. Even when signs had appeared, we still didn’t realize something was wrong, remaining immersed in the joy of each doing their part to create our unique world.”
“Boom!!!”
Ramasitia waved her hand, and three enormous figures surged forward like a tide before Fisher. As he looked up, he saw a gigantic phantom tree, a colossal dragon, and a humanoid figure with numerous bright wings.
The World Tree Yggdrasil, the Dragon God Fei, and the Heavenly Lock Jehovah.
Those were three demigods!
“You should know that the three demigods are powerful beings birthed from the gathered strength of all our deities. You might think that was my favoritism, but in truth, it’s not. The truth is we had to collaborate to create them.”
The problem arose during the process of Ramastia forging the beings.
Fisher had already seen that the Ramastia people were completely devoid of human shape, and according to Ramastia’s description, the other deities also, like her, resided in extremely distant star systems and had never encountered the human race. How was it possible for them to create something identical to the Trans?
If they were to create, it should definitely be the form of Ramastia people that Ramastia was familiar with and favored, right? So why, looking around, were all beings in this world besides the three demigods humanoid “subhumans” or humans themselves?
This was entirely due to Ramastia’s horror upon discovering that when she used the souls from the Sea of Souls, the traces engraved on those souls were impossible to erase. This meant that no matter what being she created, after a period of evolution, it would turn towards a human form! It bore human characteristics!
If forcibly reshaped, if the power used was insufficient, they would completely turn into distorted monsters, becoming failures.
Those souls all originated from a single civilization of its original star system. Ramastia thought that those souls were pure enough, fully revitalized like new beings except for a tiny trace. However, this was not the case.
Ramasitia felt astonished but still did not lose faith. Thus, she united the powers of all deities apart from Heow to work together to balance the influence of soul traces on the living beings.
Four deities, five powers, working hard ended up creating two sentient beings that appeared to be completely devoid of human form but still corresponded with certain information in the soul traces. Their names were given in memory of the traces that could not be erased from the souls.
Seeing this, Ramastia had to give up her original idea of creating beings that matched her desires.
In this way, within the world, no matter how Ramastia created beings, those created beings always extended from the template of the “human” found deep within the souls.
Thus, all beings within this world were entirely “subhuman species”!!
Fisher’s cold sweat broke out, while Ramastia’s expression also turned bitter.
“You guessed right. The source of the Sea of Souls comes from the civilization of the Trans’s homeland. Thus, when they entered this world, you would discover they were originally identical to humans.”
“…”
Actually, by this point, the horror of souls had already revealed some clues. Even such pure derivative creations still exhibited a strong inclination to distort the carrier before being utilized; neither even the combined effort of five powers could reverse this, and no intelligence in the universe exhibited such phenomena.
This was merely the act of creation.
It seemed to be related to where they discovered the Sea of Souls in the first place? Or perhaps this mass of souls was somewhat special? Or was there an issue with the carriers Ramastia created?
For these newly emerging phenomena, the deities had accumulated unimaginable knowledge. However, none of them had an answer to this. The deities thus decided to contact Azanros through the barrier, and it was from that moment that Azanros outside the barrier inexplicably went missing.
Under the separation of the barrier, the entire world at that moment instantly transformed into a dark island ignorant of the outside, and from then on, the barrier completely became an inescapable prison, even though Ramastia and her companions never intended to leave.
The civilizations of the subhumans grew increasingly prosperous, and that brightness concealed the darkness outside the barrier, allowing the deities to become immersed in this illusion like a flower in the mirror.
Until one day, a not large nor small, perfectly sized gap opened from the outside of the barrier, a gap that could only allow things to come in and not go out, where powers could not enter.
Upon hearing this, Fisher finally understood what the deities did when they created the world. He squinted, looking at Ramastia, and asked,
“The Sea of Souls isn’t naturally formed; it is a possessed entity, right?”
“Worse than that, Fisher.”
Ramasitia sighed and gave an analogy,
“We were like hopeless beggars who spotted an exquisitely beautiful treasure box in the deep darkness of the void. Attracted by the box’s usefulness, we greedily brought it back along with the treasures within.
“Little did we know that the treasure box was the death god’s collection. The reality was that the box and the treasures within were inseparably embedded together, yet we were ignorant enough to focus only on the box, failing to notice the existence of the treasures.”
“…”
“And long ago, the death god came knocking with his scythe.”
Fisher took a deep breath. He raised his gaze to the spirit flow of resplendent souls beyond the triangle building, feeling a slight movement in his heart. Just as he intended to say something, the entire Spirit Realm suddenly shook.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz.”
“What’s happening?”
Fisher quickly realized that it wasn’t the entire Spirit Realm shaking but the densely filling crimson mist trembling restlessly, as if suddenly stimulated and becoming agitated.
He hurriedly turned to look outside, and Ramasitia also stood up sternly, gazing at the surrounding crimson fog, softly saying to Fisher,
“It’s the authority of Dream trembling.”
“Dream, pollution of the Spirit Realm, but how…”
Fisher was slightly taken aback and soon discovered that the crimson mist swirling all around suddenly dashed towards the crevice like moths drawn to the flame.
He was puzzled. Clearly, the crevice was still intact, so why did the pollution of the Spirit Realm suddenly revolt? What had happened?
Ramasitia’s expression remained calm. She glanced at the surrounding darkness and seemed to quickly ascertain what had transpired. She sighed and said,
“He found the lost souls.”
“Right now?”
Ramasitia also seemed helpless, but her expression was relatively calm. It was at this moment that Fisher discovered under the illumination of her blue glow, her figure appeared to have a slightly illusory quality.
“But there’s no need to worry. Thanks to you, since the crevice is still there, without a base, he still cannot break through the crevice. The key now lies in what happens afterward, but no need to rush. You should rest for a while; leave this to me for now.”
“…”
Watching the increasingly ethereal form of Ramasitia, resembling Teresa, Fisher felt that this “leave it to me while you rest” sentiment was something he had never experienced before. He had always been the one busying himself upfront, so hearing these words from Ramasitia made him feel somewhat dazed.
It was akin to a labored worker from Nali suddenly relaxing yet anxiously watching their family, asking them,
“What about me? What should I do?”
Ramasitia turned with a smile, her eyes filled with maternal and divine love,
“You can continue reading your Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans. You should have read many other handbooks by now and met certain conditions to unlock some items. After your rank is raised, if you truly feel idle, you can walk out from here. I’ve left coordinates on the table for you; there’s an old friend waiting to meet you.”
“Is it Renee?”
Fisher stood up excitedly and said as his eyes brightened.
But Ramasitia merely smiled faintly and shook her head,
“No… It’s your father-in-law.”
Fisher sat back down.
After pondering a bit, the Spirit Realm was full of dangers; he had already finished reading the Death Completion Manual and Life Completion Manual, and only had the Fate Completion Manual left. Reading all three would allow him to reach the Nineteen Rank. By then, he would be somewhat safer in the Spirit Realm.
Moreover, the content Ramasitia just mentioned was too much; even though some details hadn’t been fully explained, there was already sufficient information for him to digest, especially concerning himself.
However, if he hadn’t reached Demigod status, he’d have no way to face deities. He was still somewhat curious about Renee’s true form.
Hmm, even though Renee had mentioned not to look at her true form, Fisher understood the saying that curiosity killed the cat, but…
Who could stop him from being unable to resist?
Watching Fisher decisively sit down, Ramasitia remained silent, simply vanishing like an illusion in place, seeming like nothing more than a shadow.
And beyond the inverted triangle building, after a rumble, it seemed something terrifying left this place, heading towards the crevice.
求求投票、打赏和支持，这对我来说十分重要！
万分感谢支持！
(End of this chapter)
