Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2605: Chapter 2600: That Is the Divine Road

[That is false, that is true, that is Him, that is me]

Fu Qian still remembered clearly the introduction about the calamity of those who have no chance to become Gods.

And at this moment, even the seemingly pointless notes felt so fitting to the scene.

For example, the previous clash with the Crystal Tyrant, the blurring of his self-anchor.

For example, whether this Doomsday unfolded by crystal before his eyes was actually real, and everything he had seen and done in the past had been lies.

To the point that just for this single line—what exactly he would see after putting on this mask—was enough to make people so expectant—hmm?

Have to admit, the comfort level wasn’t bad; it didn’t feel as awkward as it looked.

Letting out a light breath in one go, without missing the slightest change around him, Fu Qian casually drew a small conclusion.

Also the only conclusion.

Right, this guide object on the God’s Road, which looked more and more ideologically proper the more he thought about it, seemed to do absolutely nothing once worn.

Not only did it fail to trigger any new crystal movements, his body also didn’t undergo anything like rotting flesh giving birth to new skin or a full rebirth.

Even when he tried putting down the fool statue and the umbilical cord separately, there was still no difference.

To the extent that the Clown design on the mask even looked somewhat fitting at that moment.

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See, this is why theory must always be linked with practice.

No matter how good the story sounds, you have to see with your own eyes that nothing goes wrong.

He even deliberately lowered his head to take a look, confirming that even the script in his hand was as steady as ever; at that moment, Fu Qian shook his head.

Unfortunately, not having an accident right now was obviously not a good thing.

As the new variable being pinned with such high hopes, to not get a single bit of data—not only did it fail to justify all that effort, it even made the gold content of this mission reward rather questionable.

Like, maybe the warehouse failed to fleece enough at the time, so they just picked something up from somewhere, slapped on a random note and started bluffing the tool-person.

After all, things involving fate, rituals and the like have always been mysterious and abstruse; if you believe, it exists, if you don’t, it doesn’t; no effect means your destined time hasn’t come yet—various Swindler traits all maxed.

If not for today’s special occasion, it wouldn’t be easy to do a fraud exposure.

Speaking of which, doesn’t the above description sound a bit familiar?

With another long sigh, what Fu Qian suddenly recalled was that white porcelain die he had given to classmate Su Gao back in Night Holy City—the Bone of the Gambler.

[It can increase luck by a small amount, but perhaps this luck only manifests in the self-affirmation after a successful throw]

Comparing it with this Path of Godhood mask, doesn’t it instantly feel like they work in the same roundabout way?

Back then, when he gave it to Su Gao, he really hadn’t expected it to have much effect; mainly because of the special material, it was just to borrow a bit of good fortune.

It’s just that classmate Su Gao was quite earnest and really carried it seriously all the way.

Who would’ve thought that not long after, the same thing would happen to him.

The world really is a giant boomerang—Thief Fu, you finally have your day.

In short—this ”no accident” situation was actually a pretty big accident.

Yes, how you interpret experimental results still depends on the level of the interpreter.

He had especially emphasized before that, after deepening things to this degree, logic might be his only reliance.

Under normal circumstances, ”nothing happening” might be a boomerang, but in the current situation, ”nothing happening” did not, in Fu Qian’s view, mean that he got no data; on the contrary, it was a blood-red alarm.

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It’s normal for a rock hitting your foot to hurt; if you feel nothing when it hits, then you need to check whether you actually smashed someone else’s foot.

The calamity of those without a chance to become Gods: once you put it on, you automatically step into a segment of the Path of Godhood.

On normal occasions, no reaction wouldn’t be worth nitpicking; but in such a special place, nothing at all was stirred?

Different environment, different meaning.

Although he had tried putting it on when he first got it, and there had been no reaction back then either.

But in this place where all kinds of elements have been abstracted, Fu Qian still felt that the God’s Road should manifest in some way.

So why this abnormality, why no related elements in sight?

Simple—because this abnormality is the God’s Road.

Your thinking absolutely cannot ossify if you want to have the audacity to talk about logic.

Putting on the mask will pull you toward the Path of Godhood—then what if the road is right in front of you?

This is Engraving Wisdom, a spacetime fallacy; in theory, the first step on the Path of Godhood should be to run out of here, right?

Yet now, with everything showing no reaction at all, could it be that the meaning is: the Path of Godhood doesn’t require leaving?

Why wouldn’t you need to leave—because this place is not the fallacy; the outside is the lie.

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Putting aside all emotional factors, at a certain moment, Fu Qian arrived at a somewhat shocking conclusion.

But if he could further overcome this minor discomfort, he’d find that the logic became smooth along with it—

First, the mask is not a fake; it is functioning.

Second, if the world itself is a lie, then is the spacetime fallacy still a fallacy?

To put it bluntly, this reaction once again proves that Doomsday is the true form of the world.

Lord Fool is making documentary literature, not only showing the world’s true appearance, but even being the real world itself.

And also the Path of Godhood of his own identity as a ”Doomsday Messenger.”

Fu Qian lowered his head, his gaze once again sweeping over the title of each act.

Act One: [Not the place where Stars fall, but the site where Pseudo-Gods fall]

Act Two: [Light and shadow cannot judge each other]

Act Four: [The starting point is the end, the end is the starting point]

Act Five: [Crystal is the Fallen state of the Transcendent, Mechanical is the end of Crystal]

Even with Act Three still blank, this already seemed like a pretty good story, and full of metaphors—

The place where ”Pseudo-Gods” fall; this Pseudo-God seems perfectly applicable to himself.

And although the word ”Fallen” doesn’t sound pleasant, because ”Crystal is the Fallen state of the Transcendent,” realizing his essence as a purely crystal Superior Being, calling it ”Fallen” seems perfectly reasonable as well?

Including the equivalence of starting point and end point—though he had explained this earlier, at this moment it seemed to carry another meaning—the peak of the God’s Road as the end would also be the starting point of the real world?

As for light and shadow not being able to judge each other, what first came to mind was naturally the Scavenger and the shadow.

But don’t forget, from Act Three alone we already know that, in each person’s perception, they themselves are normal, so who exactly is the Scavenger and who the shadow?

Only because I am in the mountain... Completing the final act to make the script whole, clarifying the essence of the lie outside, is far more than just finishing Lord Fool’s little game; it might even be, with His help, his own true divinization ritual?

No longer the Abandonment King’s super-evolution, but a further step on the true Pseudo-God’s Road.

If that’s really the case, then this saying ”ash becomes the ladder” is perfectly on point.

Although with himself, this ”Doomsday Messenger,” as an anchor, whether the ”lie” on the surface of the Bookstore World can still be maintained is very much in question.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian really picked up the pen, silently recalling the contents of Act Three.

Heh...

However, before actually putting pen to paper, he still turned his head to look at a certain figure not far away, half sighing, half pondering.

”Li He.”