Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 504: Chapter 253: Schultz’s Blood-Colored Will

The night before leaving the Brown Farm, Schultz went up to the rooftop as usual, but this time he didn’t read; instead, he gazed at the starry sky.

He had always believed himself to be smart enough, learning things fast enough, and as long as he wanted, nothing could truly daunt him.

But as his knowledge accumulated, he found that the more he learned, the more he didn’t know, and increasingly felt his own ignorance.

The reason he could absorb knowledge so quickly before was because he stood on the shoulders of those who came before, but at his pace, it would soon be his turn to be the pioneer.

When that time comes, would he be like other brilliant geniuses in history, spending a lifetime solving just a few problems?

If that’s the case, then the promise he made to Sean might not be fulfilled.

As he was gazing at the sky, he suddenly saw a meteor streak across the horizon and fall within the farm’s territory.

Schultz rubbed his eyes. A meteor wasn’t surprising, but what surprised him was the appearance of a strange creature trailing behind it, seemingly flying without any mechanical aid, using its body.

A monster, or an alien?

Schultz felt a thrill. If it could be proven that there were more kinds of beings in the world than just humans, in some ways it could also prove that humans weren’t created by God. After all, no religious text mentioned God working overtime to mold aliens.

He hurried to the meteor’s crash site, but he didn’t recklessly head out; as he left, he took a rifle with him.

Sean was right; often times, this thing is much more useful than books.

The crash site was at the edge of the farm, a distance from the main house. By the time he drove there, several dozen minutes had passed, but when he arrived at the site, the surrounding air was still filled with smoke and dust.

Within a kilometer of the crash site, dust suspended in the air formed a fog. He grabbed a handful from the air; the particles were large, easily distinguishable to the naked eye, no different from the sandy soil particles around the farm.

Yet the dust around the crash site seemed to be frozen in the air, with no intention of falling.

This change made Schultz excited; he vaguely felt that he was about to discover something extraordinary.

He removed the rifle from his back and cautiously walked out of the dusty fog.

The dust dispersed in the air was so fine and dense that it seemed like a veil enclosed the surroundings, even shining a strong flashlight couldn’t penetrate it. He could only move toward the center of the crash site by feeling.

Buzz~

Schultz stopped; he felt something moving in the mist.

He held his breath and made no sound.

Regardless of what was moving in the mist, it was an intruder on the Brown Clan’s farm.

One of the tenets passed down by the Brown Clan is that for intruders with malicious intent, greetings should come after firing.

If one shot doesn’t kill them, or if firepower is insufficient, then one pulls out the Constitution to tell them this is private property.

Following the mist, he came upon a garden that seemed surreal; the flowers’ colors were more vivid and bright than those in Impressionist paintings, dazzling beyond reality, yet touching them gave the lively texture only real flowers have.

He’s certain that such a garden never existed within the Brown Farm before.

Walking in the garden for a short while, he came upon a lake. In the center of the lake stood a man of serene dignity and calm.

Schultz frowned. Even if he didn’t follow any religion, he knew walking on water was a sign of divine agency.

The man said softly, ”Come closer.”

Schultz, as if enchanted, followed the man’s voice guiding him toward the lake’s center. When he stepped on the water, he found he didn’t sink; instead, it felt like treading on something soft and elastic.

He, too, had gained the ability to walk on water.

Walking on the water to the man’s presence, he noticed that the man’s open chest was pierced by a long nail, with an odd shape resembling an elongated biconical prism.

The man’s gaze was gentle, his profound pupils resembling the night sky, twinkling with the brilliance of wisdom.

”Child, help me remove the spear from my chest, and I will grant you the radiance of a god and endless wealth.”

As he spoke, the water beside Schultz rippled; an antique wooden chest floated to the surface, opening to reveal Gold Coins and jewels inside.

Schultz snapped out of it and, looking at the man with suspicion, asked, ”Who are you?”

The man continued:

”I traverse countless Planes; I have many names and many identities. I’m not sure which one you’d like to know about, but every wise Life form I’ve met calls me God.”

”Child, you need not be confused or hesitant. Just help me pull out the spear in my chest, and I will fulfill all your desires; your Will shall be my Will in this world, no mortal can defy it.”

Schultz’s gaze was vacant, as if he could see the vision the man was illustrating.

His eyes quickly cleared, and with a peculiar expression, he asked, ”You say you’re God?” ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The man nodded.

Schultz queried, ”The omniscient and omnipotent one?”

The man smiled, ”Exactly as the one in your heart.”

Schultz asked, ”Then can you see the line written on your face?”

The man looked puzzled, about to speak, but was interrupted by Schultz.

”Apparently, you’re not omniscient and omnipotent.” With that, Schultz raised his hand and shot the man right between the eyes.

At the man’s brow was marked an ”X,” inscribed with, ”Hit here, and I will provide you with endless knowledge.”