Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

#2003 - Mathematical Bliss (Part 42)

In the end, I still didn't make it.

Although the process was just speculation, and the result was even expected, I still feel deeply regretful that I couldn't meet the wise man I've admired for so long.

Of course, this regret only exists in logical thinking; there are no emotional resources to allocate to it.

The scene I lamented when I first encountered the White-Haired Sanctuary, facing that giant, about-to-explode finger ball, has truly appeared in my head.

My mind is full of yellow turbidity, a pleasure-filled all-powerful exhibition hall from the first to the hundredth layer… At this moment, I'm sure the layers of pleasure breeding in my head are not yet three digits, but I'm also sure they're close.

Compared to the higher beings I've encountered before, Lord Stomach seems to have a clear sense of love and hate, and after recognizing me in the church just now, the attacks were quite heavy.

If it weren't for the fact that I still have to abide by some rules of this heaven, and the influence is ultimately only in the realm of the spirit, I might have already transformed into some strange shape.

As for the reason for this style of behavior, after another contact, I still tend to maintain my previous view—although the level of power is sublime, Lord Stomach's brain is not very good.

So much so that although the appearance is bizarre, among the many higher beings I've encountered, it can be called a refreshing stream.

…

Of course, a refreshing stream can also drown people, as the current situation proves.

I know clearly that the time I have to maintain free will is running out.

But it doesn't matter, don't forget that I invited this refreshing stream.

And Lord Stomach's attitude towards this Bliss Realm has been quite ambiguous from what I've observed along the way.

Combining this with His straightforward style, I can draw three relatively confident conclusions—

First, the Bliss Realm is not His territory, otherwise, He wouldn't have to put so much effort into dealing with me.

Second, He is trying to turn the Bliss Realm into His territory, and the churches and the like I've seen are proof of the power's erosion.

Finally, His power is somewhat close to the Bliss Realm.

Because when I prayed for "Bliss" in the second heaven before, I was actually simulating layers of pleasure in my mind, and as a result, I really resonated with "Bliss."

With these three points, I am theoretically being actively corrupted, and my current situation is even better than before.

There's an Ancient One lurking in the background, and He's not even bothering to hide it anymore.

If I try to continuously break through the void again, the danger involved is unimaginable.

If my will is completely corrupted and I become a puppet of the Stomach, there's a good chance I'll become a minion and be used to erode the Bliss Realm.

In a sense, it's like getting a position, whether actively or passively, and I can use this power to fight against the Ancient One.

Maybe in the end, after achieving great success and completely turning this Bliss Realm into a Pleasure Divine Realm, I can even complete the mission along the way.

"…Do you believe they weren't killed by me?"

Amidst optimistic fantasies, the previous words finally stimulated Repentance Brother's emotions, and the smile turned into surprise as he looked straight over.

Although he intends to withdraw from the Brotherhood, the idea of cause and effect and reincarnation is clearly deeply rooted in his mind, no wonder the body in the coffin had that degree of mutation.

"Of course."

So I didn't waste time repeating what I said in the carriage just now, but just nodded naturally.

"But… why?"

Repentance Brother, unable to hide his excitement, clearly hoped he would say more.

"Because they are essentially dead because of me."

I wasn't stingy either.

"But… why?"

The content was too shocking, and Repentance Brother's reaction was like copy-pasting.

"Good question, why is that…"

With a light sigh, I swayed the golden mace in my hand, focusing on my nose and heart, detached from the world.

Coupled with the surrounding horrifying scene, I really looked more like a murderer than him.

"What do you want to do… are you going to kill me too?"

Repentance Brother stood up at that moment, nimbly maintaining his distance.

Although lacking evidence, he clearly tended to accept what I had just said, and even further worried about his own safety.

"Heh… that's really hard to say."

Feeling my faltering sanity, I gave a chilling answer, and even really stepped forward.

"Stop, don't come over."

Repentance Brother, who was locked on, stumbled back, desperately retreating.

Unfortunately, his hushed warning clearly had no meaning to the fierce man in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, I had already caught up and swung the hammer without hesitation.

Clang—

Excessively crisp, but not the sound of hitting flesh.

Watching the censer that was smashed flat in front of me, I didn't hesitate and swung the hammer again with my backhand.

Still not hitting the target, in the face of a life threat, Repentance Brother dodged this attack again with amazing agility.

But I didn't dodge.

I didn't continue to pursue, but looked down at myself.

A bloody hole appeared in my abdomen, although the position was slightly off, it naturally made people think of the umbilical cord in the third heaven.

As for the weapon that caused the bloody hole, I looked at Repentance Brother, who had pulled away again.

In his right hand was a somewhat familiar weapon.

The length of a forearm, like a knife and a stick, was exactly the one that the thick-browed man who fell on the ground carried with him.

Now it has unexpectedly fulfilled the original owner's wish and really left me with serious injuries.

"Aren't you surprised?"

While I was lamenting the impermanence of the world, Repentance Brother's reaction to the sudden change was very bland, and his voice even calmed down.

"Not surprised… what's your name?"

I shook my head.

…

Of course, it wasn't that I deliberately aimed wrong; the golden mace was locked on Repentance Brother's head.

He should have ended up like the masked lady, but the attack was interfered with.

As for what interfered with it?

Similar cases have been seen more than once.

Still can't bear to leave after all? Lord Ancient One.

"You've always been too lazy to ask other people's names, should I feel honored?

How did you determine it was me, and not that crying guy?"

Unfortunately, the other party clearly had no interest in introducing himself.

While playing with the weapon in his hand, "Repentance Brother" even took the initiative to close the distance, focusing on the most critical question.

"Not sure, I was just testing just now."

There seemed to be another turbulent flow in my head full of pleasure, making it difficult to move, but I still held the golden mace in both hands and stood firmly in front of me.

"If I kill you, it's not you, if I can't kill you, it is."