I am God!

Chulando laughed suddenly. He felt that even if it was a joke, it should at least be told in a reasonable way.

If the other person told him something else, he might still believe it, but the world the other person told him that he had reincarnated for eight million years was false. The earth he had lived in for a long time and the sky he flew over again and again were all illusions. He felt he still had a voice.

No one is more qualified to judge the authenticity of this world than him.

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He was smiling broadly and shaking his head.

"Haha~"

"Priest, this is ridiculous."

He opened his arms and used his eyes and all his senses to receive the signals of this world, feeling them constantly sending the reality of this world's existence into his mind.

Every moment, every minute, every second.

"fake?"

"How could this be fake?"

Qiuranduo's feet were so solid on the floor. He looked at the door to the sky plane behind him and saw the forest he had just passed. It seemed that he could still recall the fragrance of the trees.

He had felt the temperature of the clouds and breathed the smell of the wind. He still remembered the cheering sounds of the birdmen, and even played with them in the forest.

He looked into the plane of the sky. He had walked through the palaces and buildings again and again. Familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared in his mind, recalling the happy times of his childhood.

The more he recalled, the more certain he became.

He said.

"I can feel this world so truly. I grew up here as a child and lived and played with them here."

"Are all those people fake?"

"Is my childhood fake too?"

"Are you saying that everything I feel is really false? I don't believe it. At least I have no doubt that this world is real."

The priest did not contradict him.

He slowly stretched out his hand and put his fingers on Chulando's forehead. Light gushed out from the priest's body, allowing Chulando to see part of the truth of this world.

All of Chulando's senses were deprived, but his vision was immersed in another experience, a sensory experience that could only be experienced by bacteria of nothingness.

For an instant.

The whole world turned into a piece of snow-white, and it kept getting bigger.

He went deep into the microscopic world of mimicry and found that this world is composed of countless points, and each of the tiniest points is a bacteria of nothingness.

The sky, mountains, water, life and everything in this world are composed of them. Under the extraordinary power of this glass jar, they are isolated from reality and derailed. They reincarnate extremely quickly, forming time and history in the glass jar.

They were water on the ground one moment, and turned into clouds in the sky the next. They were once mountains and now empty valleys.

Chulando watched them.

He also heard their voices in this world in the tank. Countless voices were calling and speaking to him.

"I am the germ of nothingness."

"I am both one and ten thousand. We can be countless, we can be tens of millions, or we can be the same."

"I exist everywhere."

“We are both real and nothing.”

Sounds that could not be calculated in numbers gathered together, so vast that they drowned him.

Chulando, the King of the Sky, stood in a world where he was the only one. He seemed to have become an empty valley, with only those voices echoing in his mind and body.

next moment.

The sense of the world that he had been deprived of came back again, and the signals that kept pouring in from the outside world were still telling him that this world was real.

But at this moment, Chulando could not go back to the previous moment.

He saw the secret, he knew the truth, and it was impossible to go back to the past.

Qiuranduo was in despair. He no longer knew whether he should show sadness or despair at this moment. He only felt that his body was empty and the world was also empty.

He smiled again but a little confused and bitterly.

He didn't know who he was asking: "What have I been doing all this time?"

Qiuranduo finally looked at the priest and asked him very seriously.

"tell me."

"At least you're not lying!"

"Even if you are not a priest, and you do not have this body, you are at least another intelligent being!"

The priest's expression, which had always been extremely calm, finally showed some fluctuations, revealing a somewhat sad mood.

Chulando reincarnated again and again, and the priest has been here for more than eight million years. He turned the out-of-control weirdness into Chulando again and again, opening and closing the sky plane again and again.

The priest welcomed his new life again and again, and brought Qiulanduo to the forest of steles again and again, watching him carve out his life.

Watch him live, watch him die, welcome him and send him away.

But the fluctuation was fleeting, and he raised his head to face Chulando calmly and calmly.

"This world is made up of all the germs of nothingness trapped in a vat, and I am the part of the collective consciousness that is responsible for coordinating this time."

"I was also born because of my mission. I will start this reincarnation with you and resurrect you again and again to ensure that everything can run normally."

"The original goal of ending reincarnation was to find a bird-man life template suitable for the third era. You are the executor and I am the supervisor."

"Now."

"As long as you and I declare the end together and imprint the chosen life template, everything will be over."

The priest stretched out his hand and faced Qiulanduo.

"King of the Sky."

"If you hate this world and your mission, then end reincarnation!"

"In these 8,430,000 years and 6,279 years, draw the final sign of rest."

Qiuranduo opened his mouth wide, his muscles were shaking continuously, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

He even had hallucinations.

His vision began to blur, and he vaguely heard the other party asking him.

"Please destroy this world!"

Yes, at this moment he could destroy the whole world just by giving a response.

Destroy.

This false world.

But he has become somewhat confused about what is real and what is false.
-

Sky plane.

Chulando lives in the place where he once lived. He has done nothing recently. He walks around every day, looking at the places he visited in his childhood and youth, looking for traces of his past existence.

But as a priest once said, you can escape the facts, but time will push the facts forward.

The backlash of his power became more and more serious, and he would often turn into a huge gray bird flying in the sky unconsciously. And this was not the most serious problem. The more serious problem was that as his power went out of control, the sky became more and more serious. The climate outside is also getting colder and colder.

Snow began to fall from the sky, and the paradise that was originally like spring all year round was gradually covered by the cold winter.

The Sky Kingdom is preparing to start a new cycle of migration, and the entire kingdom is in chaos.

"Are we really going to leave?" Some people cried and cried, reluctant to leave.

"Why is it like this?" Some people looked at the ice gradually approaching from the edge of the floating island, with expressions of disbelief.

"I don't want to leave, I don't want to go to that terrible continent." After learning that another reincarnation has begun, many people still cannot accept it, but in the end they can only accept it.

People in cities began to pack their bags before the real winter arrived, hoping to bring more supplies and survival items, because they may face a long period without the King of the Sky and the Kingdom.

They will retreat from the civilized country to the wilderness again, waiting for the next time the King of the Sky leads them to fly back to this country.

The top of a building.

Chulando looked at those people, and he could feel their reluctance, their pain and sadness. They were so afraid of the world outside the sky plane.

He saw groups of people coming to his palace, begging him not to drive them out.

"O great King of the Sky, please do not abandon us."

"We need you."

There were also people who accepted everything and came to pay homage to him and say goodbye.

"King of the Sky, thank you for your continued protection."

"Our descendants will be waiting for you and following you back here again."

"May the kingdom of the sky endure forever."

The pain and sorrow of those people were so real that he could clearly see the tears they shed, and the pious expressions and reluctance on their faces as they worshiped him.

He had seen too many scenes like this and fell into doubt again and again.

"Is this really fake?"

"No, they are played by different condensations of the bacteria of nothingness. They are just playing such a role."

"None of them exist."

"Are they here?"

He recognized the reality clearly, but the reality was that these people appeared in front of him alive, how could he pretend that they did not exist.

He is their king of the sky. He has been reincarnated thousands of times to protect this place again and again. He grew up here, how could he turn a blind eye.

I woke up from my sleep again and even had extremely scary thoughts.

"Should we destroy and kill those new birdmen? As long as the mission is not over, all this will not disappear."

Hesitation lingers.

Tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

Getting lost and stumbling among the crowd.

Once the backlash of power started, it continued to accelerate, and his situation became worse and worse. At one time, he was the king of the sky with wisdom, and at another time, he was a gray prison bird soaring in the sky.

He went back and forth between wisdom and darkness, walking on the edge of truth and falsehood, and was confused all day long.

On this day, he came to the forest of ice crystal steles.

He looked at the nine thousand three hundred and twenty-four ice crystal monuments. The cold wind blew by, and his eyes became crystal clear.

He said.

“Birth, creation, destruction, death.”       “Then waiting for the next birth.”

Although the time to maintain his wisdom was getting shorter and shorter, at least at this moment he suddenly became extremely rational. The monuments of reincarnation dispelled his hesitation and hesitation, and brought him back from illusion to reality.

"Whether it is true or false, should we continue?"

"What the hell am I doing?"
-

On the throne of the Sky King.

Qiuranduo looked at the priest: "End it!"

The priest simply said: "Okay!"

The executors and supervisors have reached a consensus and the mission has been completed. There seems to be no reason to continue or stay.

The priest stretched out his hands in a praying gesture, and a ball of light emerged from between his palms, spreading out into halos, signaling the end of the world.

But at the moment after making the decision, I saw the priest really make the move to end everything.

But Chulando opened his mouth wide. He suddenly stood up from the throne of the King of the Sky and said loudly: "No, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

The priest put down his hand and looked at Chulando: "It has already begun."

Chulando roared: "I told you to stop."

The priest said: "Actually, you don't really want me to stop. You are just a little reluctant to let go. It's like you made the decision to end it even though you were so reluctant to let go."

Qiulanduo rushed down from the seat and looked at the priest with a ferocious face: "You bacteria of nothingness, guys pretending to be human, how can you understand my feelings for this world? You are just eager to complete your mission, you have never truly lived."

From the moment the decision was made, you can see pieces of white foam spreading from the edges and corners of the world, floating up from the mountains and rivers.

The same is true for the sky plane, with the edges of the floating island foaming little by little.

The people in the towns watched all this happening in astonishment at first, but in the end they integrated into it one by one. They were divided into categories, and they danced with the bubbles.

They become bacteria of nothingness again.

Under the throne of the sky, Chulando looked at the priest with extremely painful eyes. His face turned red with force, because just now he ordered the destruction of the world he had existed for eight million years, and also destroyed all his past.

The priest looked at Chulando, but fell into deep silence.

When he raised his hand, he found that his fingers had begun to foam, and bacteria of nothingness broke out of his body one by one. His temporary collective consciousness was also reaching its end with the completion of its mission.

The priest looked at his hand quietly until it melted and the foam extended to his wrist, then he finally put his hand down.

The priest raised his eyes slightly and looked at Chulando who was questioning him.

"I understand, because."

The foam melted faster and faster, and it continued to accelerate, reaching the priest's elbow as he spoke.

"I have been here with you for 8,436,280 years."

"One hundred and five days."

At this moment, it came to the shoulders and chest, and he spoke quietly.

"Eight sky hours."

"Three photolithography water leaks."

Coming to the priest's face, half of his face disappeared into the foam, but the voice was still transmitted to Chulando's mind from the remaining eyes.

"The twentieth moment when the water droplet beats."

When the last word fell, the priest dissipated into a bubble, as precise as the time it was spoken.

The ferocity, hatred and disgust on Chulando's face disappeared in an instant, and he stared blankly at the blank space in front of him.

Then, walking outside in a daze.

He stood high and watched the world turn into white spore foam and float away.

He said, "What the hell am I doing?"

The world is turning white, and Chulando's eyes are losing their angle and color little by little, turning into a touch of gray.

Slowly, little by little, he forgot himself and began to transform into a real bird.

"Chirp!"

He spread his wings and rushed out from the door of the sky plane.

As he spread his wings, the whole world began to snow, and the power of ice spread over the land and sky.

The falling snow and frost seem to want to freeze the world, but everything is in vain. The world continues to collapse and turn into white foam.

The snow falling from the sky merged with the flying white spore foam, and it was no longer possible to tell which piece was real snow, which piece was false foam, or whether they were all fake.

Only the endless whiteness filled everything in sight.

The huge gray-white bird flew in the snow that could not be distinguished from the real one, flying outside the huge door to the sky plane. He suddenly stopped and shouted towards the door.

"Let's fly out together!"

"My subjects."

"My followers."

"And my priest."

He waited for a long, long time, but there was no movement inside the door, until even the door began to foam, starting from the base.

But at this moment, the door seemed to be twisting and shaking.

In a daze, he seemed to see figures one after another rushing out of the door, spreading their wings and surrounding him.

"Fly out of this world."

"Let's leave together."

"Follow the great King of the Sky."

He let out a long roar, spread his wings and flew to the endless sky, while countless birds followed him and flew out of the cage together.

They kept flying, flying out of this snowy world.
-

On the floating platform at the end of the Snow Kingdom.

Helfas finally listened to Chulando's experience, and then he realized that the other person was not in reality, but in a world in a glass jar.

And he also remembered a lot of things, and he remembered what was carved on the door deep in the temple of the Full Moon Land. The picture on that door depicts the dragon man coming out of a vessel like a vat. , it turns out that this is not an illusion or description, but actually exists.

The two different races, dragons and birdmen, were first born in that glass jar, and then entered the world.

Helfas: "So you completed your mission and left the world in the glass jar, but how did you solve the problem of power backlash? At least judging from your current appearance, you should have solved it."

Chulando: "When I left, I not only completed my mission, but also fulfilled the witch's expectations."

"I found a plausible life template of bird people, a group of bird people without wings but named birds."

"I was originally the world's first birdman created by the witch according to the original birdman template, but the witch gave me some of the strange power of snow. I was originally unable to withstand its power and laws, but after During the eight million years of reincarnation in the vat, I have already become one with the weirdness of snow."

"I entered the fourth level and merged with my weird instincts. We no longer bite each other back."

"An equally specious answer."

Helfas understood that this situation would indeed occur after life power professionals entered the fourth level. Intelligent consciousness and weird instincts reached unity and finally merged into one, thus solving the problem of backlash.

However, this is indeed a plausible answer. This can be regarded as a path, but it cannot be regarded as a way out for the life species. After all, all life authorities cannot directly jump over the previous stages and directly become fourth-level apostles.

Helfas: "Congratulations, you finally left the illusory world in the glass jar and found a way to solve the backlash."

On the ice sculpture seat, Chulando looked at Helfas and said.

"left?"

"How can you be sure that we are not in another glass tank now?"

"How do you know that everything around you may be played by some kind of nihilistic existence. They pretend to be what you want, call you king, call you a god, and play the joys, sorrows, and joys with you."

"They will also suffer, they will also be happy, but they will eventually disappear into the whiteness of nothingness."

"And everything you do is actually a mission issued by a superior being, and everything in this world is waiting for the completion of this mission."

Chulando even pointed at himself and asked Helfas very earnestly and seriously.

"Can you tell if I'm real or imaginary?"

"Are you sure I'm not being played by some existence, and I don't even know I'm playing myself?"

Helfas was speechless.

Chulando looked at Helfas with clear and confused eyes, shook his head slowly and said.

"I can't tell whether I am the first birdman or this weird snow."

"I can't tell whether this world is real or the world I was in is real."

"I can't tell whether I'm dead or alive. I don't know if I've ever walked out of that glass jar. How can you dare to say whether this world is true or false?"

This seems to be an unarguable answer.

Helfas listened to the story, but did not find the answer, but the purpose of his trip had been achieved.

He thanked Chulando and then prepared to leave.

Just after taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, at the end of the experience you were talking about in the tank world, you seemed to say that you brought out some of the birdmen."

Helfas felt a little strange, there was something wrong with this.

"This is?"

At this moment, the King of the Sky, Chulando, seemed to be a different person.

He stood up on the ice sculpture sky throne, looked down at the ice sculpture world he created, and said to Helfas.

"Don't you see, they're right here."

"They live here, cheering for me, surrounding me."

Helfas looked around, and there was obviously nothing here.

In the empty ice crystal city, there is only the King of the Sky, Chulando, sitting on the ice throne.

But Helfas said nothing more, just nodded and left.

On the way, the envoy of the Sealed Book who had been silent emerged from under Helfas's robe.

"He seems to be crazy."

Helfas walked to the edge of the floating platform and looked back at the ice sculpture sky throne deep in the palace.

"Maybe he's the one who's really awake."

While staring, the figure on the ice seat gradually became distorted and became more and more familiar.

In a daze, Helfas seemed to see himself becoming him.

Became a caged bird. (End of chapter)