Chapter 714: 14. Just Hit Me
“Hamon Hamon’s authority?”
“Many stars have already gone there.”
“The remaining angels?”
Facing the brief communication that Hamon Hamon sent from the base, Fisher and the others each caught different key points.
David quickly leaned forward and asked Fisher, “The message says that other Holy Spawn are still alive in the base. Could it be Father and Mother?”
Upon hearing this, even Emhart, who was in Fisher’s arms, poked his head out and looked at Fisher with his single eye, wondering if it was because of Gabriel.
Honestly, Fisher didn’t believe that angels could survive after being locked with Hamon Hamon for thousands of years. However, since other informed individuals, including Renee, felt that Hamon Hamon’s current behavior was extremely odd, it left Fisher uncertain.
“I don’t know either.”
Fisher murmured and turned to Renee, asking, “Hamon Hamon’s true form should be outside the barrier, right? His authority is supposed to be with his true form. Shouldn’t the barrier prohibit true god-level authority from passing through? This condition seems impossible to achieve.”
Renee nodded and glanced at her own body, explaining, “That’s true, but in reality, this statement is not accurate. More accurately, it’s ‘conscious authority cannot enter the barrier.'”
“Conscious authority cannot enter? Why does that sound very similar to Heya’s situation?”
Renee nodded and smiled, saying, “There’s a similarity, and don’t forget, there’s me too.”
Oh, Fisher suddenly remembered seeing the Mother Goddess descend when he left the Holy Realm ten thousand years ago. Was the barrier already there at that time?
At that time, the authority that was still without consciousness was thrown into the Spirit Realm, only to later form the Mother’s consciousness.
Renee raised two fingers and drew an oval shape before Fisher, explaining, “Fisher, the world created by the gods is actually an egg-shaped structure. The outermost, hardest layer, the ‘shell,’ is the barrier formed by the God of Secrets, and the ‘egg white’ is the Spirit Realm, while the innermost part, wrapped by another layer called the ‘crevice,’ is ‘reality.’ This means that the entire world has two layers of protective structure: the barrier and the crevice.”
“The outer layer of the barrier possesses the power of Azanros, capable of isolating all external objects and rules. It is the hardest part of the entire structure; it has some very unique properties. Dalasgon used his own authority, which is ‘Reflection,’ to replicate part of its effect and turn it into the crevice, a weakened version of the barrier.”
“And the reason Heya can exist within the world without becoming the ‘chaos’ that destroys reality is primarily due to subjective recognition and the limitations of authority.”
Speaking of this, Fisher suddenly seemed to understand something.
He remembered that during the Battle of Nali, he had once used the secret authority to hide Dalasgon along with its crevice, which had led to Heya’s avatar colliding with the stars outside, causing their plans to collapse.
The subjectivity of the secret authority was now revealed; it could detect and activate effects subjectively, showing to certain targets while hiding from others. For the hidden objects, what was hidden seemed as though it did not exist.
Just like when Fisher wrapped himself in secrecy; aside from the ladies connected to him and Emhart, others saw him as if he did not exist.
The barrier has the same properties. It can isolate all external objects from entering and refuse any external rules (that is, authority). This is actually two functions. Although the barrier has been breached by an unknown powerful presence and lost its ability to isolate all external objects, the second function of resisting rules is still intact.
This made the outer gods, who wished to recklessly judge the gods, have to resort to roundabout ways to capture Trans from other civilizations and then use their weak power to send them in, waiting for that power to sprout inside the Trans, bypass the barrier and crevice, and transform into the rules of authority.
But the second rule has a huge loophole; it is based on the subjectivity of the secret authority to take effect. This is actually not a problem because authority is the nature of gods. Once a deity loses its will, that deity will lose the corresponding nature, and that nature no longer belongs to them and becomes an independent nature. Furthermore, most gods have only one authority, one nature—once severed, they die.
So even if the outer gods knew about the loophole of the crevice’s nature, they would not act, as that would be handing it over.
The infinite authority was thus cast aside by an unknown deity, sent into the barrier as an example to the outer gods.
Just look, once that deity sent in the “infinite authority,” it lost consciousness and automatically formed a new consciousness. Now it’s good, becoming the authority on the other side, running back and forth for the people in reality, dating.
Fisher opened his mouth, looking at Renee before him. Hearing her background, he suddenly remembered the countless times he had that dream.
He dreamed of a pitch-black ocean, on that lonely yet boundless cold ocean, he dreamed of a cold moon slowly rising, illuminating the ages.
The infinite authority came from the ocean?
But why did Hela appear before him as soon as it was just sent in, lowering two of her three raised fingers?
That game, the game of reversal.
Fisher squinted his eyes, suddenly realizing, after learning many secrets from Ramastia, that Hela might be closely associated with that immensely powerful outer god.
Fisher bowed his head, and David, noticing he suddenly fell silent, hurriedly approached Renee, full of hope, and asked, “Inquiry: So, is it possible for the conditions proposed by Hamon Hamon to be met?”
“Ah, that’s right. If he is willing to give up his own consciousness and submit his authority, but that would mean suicide for a deity.”
Renee also felt a bit astonished. She looked at the text on the screen and continued, “In this aspect, Dream is the smartest; he created a method for power to reside in Trans and gradually grow into the chaos that could destroy the world. The most unfortunate thing is that the Trans chosen by Dream, who possesses the strongest power, is also the one that has survived the longest, and that chaos has completely become a part of her, nearly close to half of Dream’s power. As a result, when it erupted, the gods were already powerless to deal with it.”
Fisher tapped his chin, growing increasingly interested in the banquet mentioned by Hamon Hamon.
He glanced at David, who was eagerly awaiting, pondered for a moment, and said, “David, come with us. Let’s go back to meet our companions, and then we’ll check that out.”
David, his mechanical expression gradually softening as he listened to Fisher’s words, nodded and said, “Okay.”
Reality, Saint Nali, night.
After a day of hard fighting, the Dragon Court and the people of the Northern Region temporarily set up camp to rest near the battlefield of the Golden Palace. At this time, Isabel started to clear the remnants of war with Elizabeth’s consent. This task was very difficult, especially for her.
Even in just one short day, she could clearly feel the distrust and dislike of the Nali people towards her.
They truly adored her sister, Elizabeth, not her, who had mysteriously disappeared for years and returned only to associate with those subhumans, a traitor.
Yes, at this moment, in the eyes of the distrustful Nali people, Isabel undoubtedly appeared as a traitor who had turned to outsiders, which put a lot of pressure on her and made her feel a bit wronged.
She did not stop loving Nali; she just thought it was wrong for her sister to disregard other means for Nali.
Fortunately, Elizabeth was tired; with her consent, at least the army and a few ministers obediently listened to her commands to maintain order.
In the Dragon Court’s tent area, Raphael had already gone to sleep. Due to her pregnancy, Jasmine took on many responsibilities for the evening and was currently staying up late coordinating. However, after night fell, there was nothing to worry about except for the silence. Mother had not left; she had been communicating with Father all day. For some reason, the conversation always avoided Jasmine, making her more concerned.
Was it inevitable that she couldn’t enter the mythical rank?
But why?
Raphael had entered the myth, yet she had not. She couldn’t assist in any way. Even Elizabeth’s prosthetic eye did not activate on her; even her feelings towards her aunt and her attitude towards her had to be decided by her?
She watched Fisher enter that crevice to save Elizabeth, almost unable to return.
Unknowingly, as she pondered these heavy topics, Jasmine’s eyelids grew heavy.
She sat on a chair, the candlelight nearby swaying slightly from the wind outside the tent, sending ripples across the water cup beside her.
Inside, a young girl with black hair and an unclear face appeared in her reflection.
Jasmine blinked and closed her eyes, but the “girl” in the water slowly opened her eyes. At the same time, Jasmine’s blue hair seemed to be stained with something as it gradually turned into inky black.
Curse. The curse is back?
Hadn’t she already overcome the curse under Mother’s teachings?
“Teacher Fisher.”
Jasmine’s tired eyes slightly trembled, as this sentence uncontrollably spilled from her lips. However, the tone was faint, as if another person was speaking rather than herself.
She gasped slightly, and her face once again showed strange patterns; those patterns looked dark and eerie, different from the past when the Whale Folk were controlled by the curse. In fact, Jasmine had always felt that her curse was somewhat different from others. Otherwise, why was her accompanying sea beast so huge? Even so, it couldn’t completely suppress her curse.
“Mommy.”
She gasped, feeling increasingly unwell, wanting to stand up to find Xu, who was nearby.
But she wasn’t sure whether she had called for her mother. Given Mother’s capabilities, even if she called softly, Mother would definitely be able to hear her, just like when they were underwater.
But why at this moment—
Right now—
Wasn’t she calling for Mommy?
Jasmine froze and raised her head, feeling dizzy as she looked around, but she suddenly realized that the scene before her had changed from the tent to a dim living room.
An initial fear suddenly surged within her three inches of spirit, and she gasped as she looked at the dark room. It seemed as if, dreamlike, she saw a woman, reeking of alcohol and heavily made-up, push open the door.
Enthralled in alcohol and extravagance, her blurred expression, once entering the house, was immediately dulled by the coldness of the room. She squinted her eyes and suddenly reached out her hand towards Jasmine, who was quite far away. Clearly just standing at the door, the woman’s hand stretched out like noodles, spilling down like a mountain.
Jasmine opened her mouth wide at that moment; outside her body, the “curse” grew heavier. She was entirely unaware that as those curses deepened, the originally eerie patterns on her body quickly twisted into one squared symbol after another.
Those were Chinese characters, all of which she did not recognize, inscribed with—
“Subhuti, what do you think? Did the Buddha attain Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi?”
Jasmine’s pupils instantly tightened, and she curled up on the ground in pain, hiding away in fear.
But just in such a hiding, she seemed to recall blurry scenes, repeatedly, one after another.
She vaguely remembered some memories, all about—
Teacher Fisher!
For some reason, her mind constantly flashed the image of Teacher Fisher in a kasaya. Huh, why did she know that that strange attire was called kasaya?
But seemingly that didn’t matter anymore; Jasmine seemed to remember that Teacher Fisher had repeatedly spoken to her.
At first, she thought Teacher Fisher was a fake, an illusion, but slowly, she started to feel that Teacher Fisher was indeed real.
He had always been by her side; he had never left her.
Ha.
“Asuka, Asuka, don’t be afraid, I’m here. Besides, you have magic; your mommy can’t hurt you.”
Jasmine trembled, carefully opening her eyes. At this moment, she realized that she didn’t know when she had nestled under the wooden table in the tent, just like she used to hide when she was little.
But how could there be tables and chairs inside the palace of Xu in the ocean? They were unnecessary in the water.
“Asuka, who are you? Teacher Fisher, it’s me, Jasmine!”
Jasmine hugged her knees, and the sutras began to spread constantly, ultimately blanketing her whale-like tail and ears with the words of the sutras. But Jasmine seemed completely unaware, staring blankly at the outside of the wooden table where she hid.
There, Fisher, wearing a kasaya, was half-kneeling on the ground, looking at the Jasmine who hid inside like a little beast with a warm smile.
Suddenly, Fisher paused slightly and said to Jasmine, “Is that your new name? But it’s fine, Jasmine is good, as long as you are you. I will always be here.”
“Really? Really?”
Jasmine took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and said, “Asuka must be a woman Teacher Fisher knows somewhere, just like that… Phoenix and Hela the Angel. Huh, who is Hela the Angel?”
Jasmine, feeling dizzy, patted her head. The sutras had already wrapped around her neck, making her increasingly dazed.
“Never mind, I have to tell Raphael and Gouwen, no, wait, it’s Father.”
“It’s all okay, Jasmine. I hate other women the most; you are my favorite, Jasmine. If you see me with other women again, you can punish me, it’s no problem, I just want to be with you, Jasmine.”
Outside the table, Fisher, wearing a kasaya, had a particularly sincere expression. His pair of black eyes sparkled with burning love for Jasmine, like flames that made Jasmine feel increasingly intoxicated.
“Really? Really?”
Fisher smiled slightly, extended his hand, and said softly, “Really, it’s all those other women bothering me, preventing me from being with you. In fact, in my heart, Jasmine is the woman I like and love the most.”
Jasmine’s face turned slightly red, covering her burning cheeks, she said, “Really? This isn’t a dream, right?”
Fisher shook his head, speaking very seriously, looking like a tragic chaste man, “Ah, if you see me talking with other women again, just hit me, okay, Jasmine?”
“Eh?”
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