Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 547: Chapter 466: The Birth of Life_1

It was simply absurd, like a dream.

Although the highest standard of whole-scope simulation was prepared for Huai Shi, this quantity was still far too exaggerated. In the past, no matter how exceptional the test subjects were, they could, at most, navigate a dozen or so Event Branches that unfolded before them. Who could be like him, wandering between new Event Branches almost every day?

”If there wasn’t a hint of strangeness about him, would he have been chosen by the Book of Fate?” Raven said calmly, ”Continue. Increase the intensity. Don’t stop.”

”We must stop.” KP shook his head. ”This is not just a matter of his SAN value hitting Reset. Even if he could endure until the end, Huai Shi’s personality would probably be worn away by the endless Event Branches. His Soul cannot bear such colossal stress.”

”No, he can.” Raven looked him straight in the eye and told him, word by word, ”He is the Contractor I personally chose. For him, this degree of torment is nothing.”

KP was speechless. He raised his hand and pulled the lever before him all the way down.

And within the phantom of the celestial sphere, the boy immersed in countless Event Branches let out a pain-filled roar.

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It was as if in the same instant he became tens, hundreds, tens of millions of himself, submerged in countless lives and their Transformations all at once. A torrent powerful enough to fry any supercomputer into scrap metal engulfed his Soul, pulling him, dragging him downward into every crazily expanding Event Branch.

He saw, experienced, and witnessed tens of millions of his own selves.

Tens of millions of Huai Shi.

The Huai Shi who abandoned his ideals, the Sacrificial Huai Shi, the Huai Shi who became a Cellist, the Huai Shi who became a Tuner, the degenerate Huai Shi, the Saint Huai Shi, the terrorist Huai Shi, the Savior Huai Shi...

In this cycle of pain, rivaling even burning at the stake or death by a thousand cuts, he felt as if he were about to split apart.

From one, many.

His Soul, on the verge of fragmentation, would be torn apart by infinite possibilities, dissolving into countless different facets, never to be pieced together again.

But at that instant, the crazily expanding Event Branches came to an abrupt stop, stuck in a freeze.

It was not because there were no more possibilities. Rather, it was obstructed by some... nearly absurd, almost impossibly bizarre Event Branch, severed, unable to continue simulation and deduction.

It was as if warning them: ”This is as far as you go. Because this is the end.”

Immediately after, endless darkness and blazing light streamed out, covering all the Event Branches without exception.

In the image transmitted from the final Event Branch, the figure standing in the Abyss seemed to sense the distant scrutiny. In the darkness, a pair of eyes slowly lifted, looking back in this direction. It was as though a character in a story had actually stopped the turning of the pages, lifted their head, and was now scrutinizing the few readers before them, seemingly with a smile.

”You all really are quite boring...”

As his lips silently parted, a substantial, deep voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

Following that, the figure bent its finger and flicked it casually.

The operation of the All Spectrum Heaven Sphere came to an abrupt halt. From across a vast expanse of time, he easily brushed aside this intrusion from the past and the void, and the ultimate Event Branch quietly slipped back into Chaos, leaving behind only a solemn and cold silhouette in a fleeting glimpse.

”What was that?” In the lengthy silence, DM stiffly lifted his head.

”That was also Huai Shi,” Raven sighed softly. ”The Huai Shi I least wanted to see...”

A sudden shattering sound arose. With that flick of the finger, it was as if an invisible gravitational force had burst forth. All shackles were broken. All the Event Branches extending from Huai Shi were pulled to contract, converge, and overlap once again, becoming United as One!

Those void-like Futures all collapsed and dissipated, returning to a single point.

In a daze, Huai Shi stepped forward, as if dragging some indescribably heavy burden, pulling his tens of millions of selves together, causing those fragmented Phantoms to reintegrate. With each step forward, he felt lighter. Finally, he seemed to race, galloping through endless light and darkness, surveying the vast Branch diagram beneath his feet and weaving through every potential Future.

From splitting to merging again, yet this time, something seemed different. His Soul moved smoothly through the void of the world. He forgot fear and unease, the past and the Future, forgot where he was, and even forgot who he was. After shedding those cumbersome burdens, only the pure essence remained. After stripping away everything irrelevant, even the existence of the Soul became inconsequential, leaving only an extremely minute source point.

The next moment, the vast All Spectrum Heaven Sphere trembled sharply. A new, fictive branch suddenly appeared, pulling at Huai Shi’s essence, causing him to fall into it.

Light engulfed him.

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Perhaps it was the afternoon sun that stung Huai Shi’s eyes, causing him to instinctively raise his hand to shield them.

When he looked around, he heard the roar of a waterfall flowing down a distant canyon.

A fresh breeze blew from afar, mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, with a hint of sulfur lingering in the moisture.

Walk a little further, and he could see boiling hot springs amidst the jumble of rocks ahead, while behind him, the green grass stretched as far as his eyes could see.