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Chapter 401 - 398: The True God · Oct 11, 2026

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401 Chapter 401 - 398: The True God 2026-10-11
402 Chapter 402 - 399: Never Transcended 2026-10-11
403 Chapter 403 - 400: The Birth of a God 2026-10-11
404 Chapter 404 - 401: Transparent World 2026-10-11
405 Chapter 405 - 402: Infinite Slaughter 2026-10-11
406 Chapter 406 - 403: Someone Wants to Harm Me 2026-10-11
407 Chapter 407 - 404: Hostility Perception 2026-10-11
408 Chapter 408 - 405: Sponge Kin 2026-10-11
409 Chapter 409 - 406: At the Foot of the Volcano 2026-10-11
410 Chapter 410 - 407: Celestial God Volcano 2026-10-11
411 Chapter 411 - 408: The Hostility of All Things 2026-10-11
412 Chapter 412 - 409: Balloon and Its Brothers 2026-10-11
413 Chapter 413 - 410: The Final Battle 2026-10-11
414 Chapter 414 - 411: The Thread of Hostility 2026-10-11
415 Chapter 415 - 412: The Other End of the Line 2026-10-11
416 Chapter 416 - 413: The End of Hostility 2026-10-11
417 Chapter 417 - 414: Sourceless Hostility 2026-10-11
418 Chapter 418 - 415: God Creation Technique 2026-10-11
419 Chapter 419 - 416: Slaughter 2026-10-11
420 Chapter 420 - 417: Fierce Battle 2026-10-11
421 Chapter 421 - 418: Deadly Predicament 2026-10-11
422 Chapter 422 - 419: The Wished-For Battle 2026-10-11
423 Chapter 423 - 420: The God on the Other Side of the Mirror 2026-10-11
424 Chapter 424 - 421: Wish Fulfillment 2026-10-11
425 Chapter 425 - 422: Universal Container 2026-10-11
426 Chapter 426 - 423: The Tireless Kinsfolk 2026-10-11
427 Chapter 427 - 424: Machines and Factory 2026-10-11
428 Chapter 428 - 425: The Depths of the Sea 2026-10-11
429 Chapter 429 - 426: God’s Game 2026-10-11
430 Chapter 430 - 427: The Quiet Companion 2026-10-11
431 Chapter 431 - 428: The Slothful One 2026-10-11
432 Chapter 432 - 429: The Lively Companion 2026-10-11
433 Chapter 433 - 430: Joyful One 2026-10-11
434 Chapter 434 - 431: A Bitter Choice 2026-10-11
435 Chapter 435 - 432: Named God 2026-10-11
436 Chapter 436 - 433: Stalemate 2026-10-11
437 Chapter 437 - 434: The Limitation of a God 2026-10-11
438 Chapter 438 - 435: Overlap 2026-10-11
439 Chapter 439 - 436: God’s Purpose 2026-10-11
440 Chapter 440 - 437: God and Tea 2026-10-11
441 Chapter 441 - 438: The God Leaves, the Tea Cools 2026-10-11
442 Chapter 442 - 439: Submerged 2026-10-11
443 Chapter 443 - 440: Contingency Plan 2026-10-11
444 Chapter 444 - 441: Prime Minister Turtle 2026-10-11
445 Chapter 445 - 442: The Cost of Becoming a God 2026-10-11
446 Chapter 446 - 443: Already Fulfilled 2026-10-11
447 Chapter 447 - 444: Mirror Fissure 2026-10-11
448 Chapter 448 - 445: Glass Sculpture 2026-10-11
449 Chapter 449 - 446: Another Space 2026-10-11
450 Chapter 450 - 447: The Glass Tree 2026-10-11

Chapter 401: Chapter 398: The True God

”God, don’t go...”

The voice seemed to come from the dust that filled the sky, yet it also seemed to originate from the massive vortex above.

Mo Ling knew the voice was speaking to him.

”God? Me?” Mo Ling was confused.

The piercing gazes suddenly turned humble. Countless specks of dust gathered around the Block, treating it as the center of their universe.

Seeing that Mo Ling had stopped fleeing, the voice realized he had understood its words and stopped adjusting its pace.

The Block floated silently in the center of the pure region. The vortex slowly descended, stopping just above the Block.

A terrifying pressure washed over him. Mo Ling felt as though he was seeing a millstone of time, spinning with the vortex, endlessly grinding everything to dust.

And yet, the voice that came from the vortex was filled with humility:

”God, please help us.”

Between the gray sky and earth, countless specks of dust prostrated themselves before the Block, recounting their suffering.

”God, petrification... has stalled...”

Through the narrative told by the clattering of arthropod limbs, Mo Ling slowly began to understand everything.

...

The Stoneling race once had a genius.

When the Stonelings were still in their insectoid form, that genius created a vortex that could accelerate the petrification of the entire race.

The Stonelings had thought they could all follow this genius and achieve a perfect petrified form, using their finite lives to explore infinite time.

But one day, the genius suddenly stopped the great vortex.

It told the Stoneling race, ”Petrification is a mistake. At the end of time, there is only nothingness.”

It left the race, even reversing all the petrification on its body, and vanished.

The Stoneling race, unwilling to give up on petrification, could only imitate the genius’s earlier methods to maintain the vortex.

Although the vortex wasn’t as effective as before, it thankfully still functioned, continuing to draw in Petrifying Dust.

However, this didn’t last long. One day, the Stonelings discovered that their petrification had stalled.

The Stonelings thought there was another problem with the vortex and rushed to inspect it, only to find it was still operating normally.

After endless searching, the Stonelings finally reached a terrifying conclusion—they were running out of Petrifying Dust.

It was the key to their petrification. Without the dust, their transformation could never continue.

The vortex still spun, but it could no longer attract any dust.

The Stonelings panicked. They used the vortex’s power to search the entire world, but they found no new dust.

They had considered a vortex malfunction or sabotage by another race, but they never imagined the ultimate obstacle to their petrification would be a simple lack of dust.

Just then, they came up with a solution: shrink the vortex to make the Petrifying Dust denser and the petrification more concentrated.

Unable to adjust the mass, they could only reduce the volume to increase the density.

This method quickly produced results, and the petrification continued.

But this didn’t last long. Soon, the Stonelings discovered the vortex was no longer large enough to contain their bodies.

So, the Stonelings made a decision—to abandon their bodies.

”It is enough to petrify only the mind.”

A mind has no volume and wouldn’t take up space in the vortex. Unlike a physical body, it requires no sustenance and has no such constraints.

The Stonelings spent a long time searching for a way to separate their minds from their bodies.

But in the end, they discovered the method was right there with them.

”Petrifying Dust.”

The Stonelings could control the Petrifying Dust, and in turn, the Petrifying Dust could house their consciousness. Through tireless effort, they finally transferred their minds completely into the dust.

From that point on, they had become an entirely new race.

They had abandoned their bodies for the sake of petrification.

But out of habit, they would still gather the dust into the shape of stones. This form of existence gave them a sense of peace.

As the vortex continued to shrink, the petrification continued as well.

But the Stonelings knew this couldn’t last. The vortex could not shrink infinitely, nor could the dust be compressed forever.

”We need more dust.” The Stonelings knew exactly what the key to their problem was.

So, they came to the Sea of Creation, hoping to create a god to help them find more dust.

”We have no other way. The dust is severely depleted.”

”Please help us, God.”

”Petrification must continue. We have not yet seen the end of time...”

Amidst the dust-filled sky, Mo Ling seemed to hear the whispers of countless Stonelings.

They spoke of their suffering and expressed their desires.

”Oh, God, I still haven’t seen a dying star, I haven’t seen the multicolored nebulae... I want to see them, I really want to see them...”

”Oh, God, I don’t want to become just another speck of dust in the world, fading into oblivion. I want to reach eternity, I want to see the end of time...”

”God, please help us. We can abandon everything—our bodies, our minds, even our freedom—as long as we can reach the final stage of petrification...”

These pleading voices enveloped the Block, as if it had truly become their god.

Listening to these desperate voices, Mo Ling was speechless.

’They still refuse to give up on petrification. In fact, they’ve become even more obsessed with it.’

Mo Ling’s heart was a tangle of complicated emotions. He had once shared the same goal as these Stonelings, but after witnessing that nothingness, he had given it all up.

He even began to doubt if everything he saw when he had become a Stoneling was real.

Mo Ling didn’t understand why he had suddenly become the god of the Stonelings.

’To become a god, must I experience everything their race has gone through?’

The gazes around him did not disappear. Mo Ling suddenly realized they weren’t simple stares, but countless gazes filled with expectation—that was why they felt so sharp.

Beneath the vortex, amidst the dust-filled sky, the Block became the object of all the Stonelings’ prayers.

The chaotic voices assaulted Mo Ling’s heart.

Mo Ling stood inside the Block, looking at the dust covering the ground, utterly conflicted.

He wasn’t a god, but he could grant the Stonelings’ wish.

But should he really let these Stonelings continue down the wrong path?

’Why do I have to be the one to choose?’

The mirrored surface, now gray and shrouded in dust, no longer shone with a pure light. The vortex spun slowly, awaiting Mo Ling’s response.

Without him noticing, the Stonelings had fallen silent.

Everything was quiet again, but the gazes had grown even more intense.

’If you were a god, what would you do?’

’Would you choose to deny their wish and correct their path, or would you grant their misguided wish and leave them to their fate?’

’Since you’re already completely entangled in this, how can you transcend it?’