The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 328 - 313: Lao Deng, How Many Gold Coins Can You Drop When You Die?

Chapter 328: Chapter 313: Lao Deng, How Many Gold Coins Can You Drop When You Die?

When Muro approached to within five or six meters, she stopped.

And Liu Zheng had a clear view of her appearance.

The dense pits on her enormous skull contained innumerable pure black eyeballs, just like onyx stones.

But what drew his attention even more were the curved limbs beneath Muro’s body.

How should he put it, those delicate limbs were completely disproportionate to her body, like a semi-trailer fitted with training wheels, which looked quite ridiculous.

"Hunter, your smile is too obvious,"

Muro reminded him.

"Impossible, I’m not one to smile by nature, you must be mistaken,"

Liu Zheng flatly denied.

"...let’s just assume that’s the case. Look down."

Muro said.

Doing as he was told, Liu Zheng looked down and saw countless white threads growing from Muro’s eyeballs, spreading in all directions and then disappearing into the void.

"What are these?"

he asked.

"This is time. Or rather, this is time as I understand it,"

Muro replied.

"Time flies, doesn’t it?"

Liu Zheng recalled the idiom often used in elementary school compositions.

"Time flies? Hmm, a beautiful and accurate metaphor,"

Muro praised.

"It’s nothing special, just a common comparison,"

he said modestly.

"You may want to take a closer look."

Muro suggested.

Since she put it that way, Liu Zheng simply squatted down to observe.

After all, the Legendary Armor was still in effect, exempting from the decline in reason characteristic of someone so carefree.

As he focused all his attention on the reflection in the mirror, the Time Net also continued to divide and expand.

One thread split into hundreds, and those hundreds of threads once again divided into hundreds.

Generation after generation, endless and inexhaustible.

"The threads are going to break,"

Liu Zheng suddenly said.

Although he did not understand what was happening, everything he perceived gave him this feeling.

"Yes, the threads are going to break,"

Muro confirmed his statement.

"The teacher spent his life pursuing knowledge and truth, but his human identity constrained him. Not just because of lifespan, but also perception."

"And when he discovered the existence of upper beings, he was ecstatic."

"Unlimited lifespan and higher-dimensional perception allow them to acquire the secrets of the universe almost without restraint."

"In order to become an upper being, the teacher, through the legacy of the Tommer Civilization and past research findings, identified two pathways. One is the Inner Eye, and the other is Holy Blood."

"The path of Holy Blood was doomed to fail because it was a trap laid by the upper beings for humankind."

"Yet at the same time, the path of Holy Blood was extremely tempting because, in the early stages of receiving Holy Blood, people would not only be free from physical mutation and mental agony, but they would also feel pleasure both physically and mentally, in addition to healing most diseases."

"Therefore, even with my teacher’s repeated warnings, the scholars and students of the academy still followed Dickens on the path of Holy Blood."

"In the end, only I walked the path of the Inner Eye to its conclusion."

"But now, my path is coming to an end as well,"

Muro recounted everything slowly and clearly.

"Is the path of the Inner Eye also a dead end?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

"From the perspective of upper beings, the path of the Inner Eye is correct, save for its extremely demanding requirements, it lacks flaws."

"But from a human perspective, any path to becoming an upper being is a dead end because human consciousness cannot compare to that of upper beings."

"Do you believe me, young foreigner?"

Muro suddenly asked.

"Belief is definitely out of the question, why don’t you tell me what you’re going to do first?"

he responded.

"You helped my mentor, and you helped me. Therefore, by all accounts, I should reciprocate with some gifts. However, I have nothing left to give you, except for the consciousness of an upper being."

"Open your mind, enter into my Spirit."

Muro said.

"How do I do that?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Look down and hold my hand."

"Hold hands?"

He looked at the ground again, but the reflection no longer depicted the infinite Time Net, nor Muro’s massive and ugly body, but instead a petite, young woman dressed in Scholar’s attire.

She had short platinum hair, delicate and gentle features, some faint spots on her cheeks, and clear, youthful eyes.

She smiled shyly at Liu Zheng, then timidly extended her right hand.

Liu Zheng hesitated for a moment before extending a tentacle to hold her hand.

"You... I see."

Muro paused, then said with realization.

"You can see it?"

"No, I can only see the mist that envelops you,"

Muro shook her head slightly.

"Your future is boundlessly bright, foreigner, but so is the darkness on the road ahead. I hope my gift will help you proceed more smoothly."

She gently tugged at Liu Zheng’s tentacle, pulling him into her embrace.

A gentle yet vast consciousness enveloped Liu Zheng, making him feel as though he was back in his mother’s womb, except this womb was an entire ocean.

"It’s so comfortable,"

he squinted his eyes.

To be honest, he was fascinated by the sensation.

After all, Liu Zheng had never experienced the feeling known as maternal love.

Seeming to sense his longing, the immense and tender will tightened further, like a mother’s arms wrapping tightly around the infant in her embrace.

In this embrace, he felt his perception expanding unconsciously.