The Gods . Before successfully forming his own divinity, Lin Sheng did not believe there was such an existence .
But now he believed .
THat was because in the World of Blackfeather, the god that Anselia was looking for and the god that he understood was not a type of being .
The gods there were merely apex existences that were extremely powerful/
God was nothing more than a name, a supreme being that most mortal creatures would never be able to comprehend .
Therefore, there were differences in the gods of various ethnic groups .
Looking at the purified man-made god, Racoon, Lin Sheng got close and looked at the infant soaking in the green liquid inside the eye .
There were no movement, no souls nor vitality within the infant’s body . It was like a corpse, and no one knew how long it had been dead .
“What a pity…” Lin Sheng did not do anything else . After removing the infestation of the Blacktide, the man-made god before him had totally lost its ability to move .
With a wave of his hand, a large distortive force suddenly blasted out of Lin Sheng’s body and wrenched the spikey robot out from the ceiling and tossed it aside .
The massive robot fell silently on the left side of the ground under the effect of the force field .
Lin Sheng then stared at the small secret room door that had appeared behind where the robot was .
It was a rusty, special hidden door build into the ceiling .
Lin Sheng slowly got close and under the effect of his force field, the secret room door slowly opened inwards .
Inside it was a huge rectangular hidden room .
On the dark ground, corpses that had dessicated were lying all around .
All of them were wearing the uniform of high-level personnel in this starship, and was probably of a special management level .
Lin Sheng walked in slowly, as he glanced around .
The moment he was about to enter the room, the scene on the wall and ceiling brightened and changed from a dark forest into an azure blue sky with drifting clouds .
“A virtual simulation scenery?”
Lin Sheng did not focus on that, but instead looked straight behind the conical platform .
On the ground there lay a corpse that as larger than normal .
The corpse wore a dress that looked like a commander .
Lin Sheng looked around, and grasped at the corpse .
A black, compass-like object on the corpse suddenly rose into the air and flew towards Lin Sheng .
With the help of the object, he carefully looked throughout the room .
‘The Ritual of Mishv . Activation requirements: Having the mind oscillate at a fixed frequency while chanting the words below . ’
Below it was a series of very simple black text symbols .
Yet Lin Sheng frowned as he could not understand the characters at all .
“This is totally different from the earlier language…”
He carefully went through it, and noticed that the characters were different from the one used within the starship itself .
Lin Sheng wanted to scrutinize it carefully to see if he could find some other clues, but at that moment, a sudden ticking of the clock rang out in his ears .
Lin Sheng suddenly paused . He knew he was about to wake up from the dream .
Sitting up high, Lin Sheng slowly roused from the dream .
As he opened his eyes, he took a deeper breath and cleared his mind .
“It had ended huh?”
He straightened his back and gently exhaled .
Clack .
A light pop later, a translucent chat room interface suddenly appeared in front of him .
The chat room was quiet, and no one seemed to be speaking .
Lin Sheng waited for a while, and suddenly a message popped out .
“I’m bored . Is anyone around?” — Purple Time .
“I am . Isn’t it morning now? Nothing to do at all?” — Giving Hope .
“It’s morning over your side? It’s already afternoon here . Seems like there’s a rather big time difference between us . ” — Purple Time .
“Wasn’t there some serial-killing issue happening on your end there? You still have the mood to chat?” — Giving Hope .
“It’s fine, it’s fine . It’s quite far away from us . It doesn’t really matter . ” — Purple Time .
“Eh? Wasn’t your cousin responsible for this case?” — Giving Hope .
“It is, but that’s not my problem, so what’s there to be afraid? Say, Hope your mood had been pretty good lately?” — Purple Time .
“Yeah, there’s a glimmer of hope in the upcoming competition . ” — Giving Hope .
“What are you still doing with the whole vice president thing? If it was me, why would I even bother? Won’t it be better to use your free time for your own leisure? Time is precious . ” — Purple Time .
“It’s not that, just my personal hobby . Plus since I’m young, it’s good to work out and train . ” — Giving Hope .
“But it’s still tiring . Still better to be like me, with no care for the world and just living my life peacefully . ”
In another distant world, Perrola wore a purple corset dress as she pulled out her golden flowing hair, and let out a flawless smile to the mirror .
“Mistress, it’s time to go . Or else the Sir and Madam would start nagging again . ”
The servant beside her could not help but to rush her .
“What’s the hurry? I’m not even done yet . It’s just some chaotic banquet at the end of the day . What difference does going a little late makes?” Perrola spat back .
Seeing the Spectral Light chat room in her vision, she then replied .
“Alright, I’m heading out now . Ah, the sun sure is bright today, I don’t feel like going out at all, but I’m being dragged along by my family . It’s annoying . ” — Purple Time .
“Go, go, sounds like a very fun life…” — Giving Hope .
“You must be kidding . ” — Giving Hope .
“I… have woken up from the chaos again…” — Red Whale .
“… . ” — Purple time .
“…” — Giving Hope .
Well, hell had just froze over…
Perrola could not help but snicker, every time this delusional fool appears, things would just turn awkward .
Did he think himself to be Saint Laurent, the Violet Angel?
Everytime he appears it comes with a supposedly awe-inspiring BGM .
“Didn’t you mentioned about waking up from the River of Time some time back?” — Giving Hope .
“…Is that so? Must have said wrongly then . ” Red Whale .
Awkward…
Perrola held her tooth aching looking at the chat and decided to outright ignore it .
She then let out a smirk at the mirror and only calmed down after a long while .
“Ahhh!!! My makeup had been ruined!” As the perfect Flower of Saint Laurent Academy, even if she did not have the traits of an angel herself, she could still be a very powerful angel .
But her family and her own beauty, even without any innate traits, was still the most dazzling of presence in any occasion .
As the founder of Silver Victorystar, her father, mother were secretly masters of the powerful Victorystar Angel .
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