Chapter 505
, Question 485: The Succession Mechanism of Truth
Chapter 505, Section 485: The Succession Mechanism of the Answer and Truth
The god of miracles hovered in the sky, silently awaiting a new opportunity to unleash miracles.
In the human realm, because of the clause that gods cannot directly interfere with the human realm, the God of Miracles can use this clause as a springboard to achieve almost omnipotent power.
But this is outside the realm, and the abilities of the various gods are incredibly diverse, leaving very little room for theory.
The god of miracles tried to start a fire for a long time, the purple light flickering, but in the end he didn't set himself on fire.
The six-pointed star felt a little embarrassed.
Below, the illusion is becoming clearer and more stable.
The girl named Xie Yan was completely absorbed in the moment, oblivious to the strangeness around her.
In the dream, she hugged her mother tightly, tears soaking her clothes, which gradually stopped as her mother gently patted her.
She obediently went to wash her hands, the water gurgling. Her father was busy in the kitchen, the sounds of spatulas clattering, oil sizzling, and the increasingly rich aroma of braised shrimp with a slightly sweet and caramelized scent—everything felt so real.
"Ayan, look!"
My brother excitedly pushed open the door and entered. Before even taking off his backpack, he pulled out a shiny trophy, his face beaming with undisguised pride.
"My brother won first place in the baseball game!"
Xie Yan accepted the trophy, her face beaming with a smile, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.
"Wow, bro, you're amazing! Come and eat!"
"Alright, the braised prawns are ready to serve!"
Father carried a large plate out of the kitchen; the bright orange and glistening shrimp were piled up like a small mountain, steaming and emitting a wonderful aroma.
The mother closed her laptop, walked to the dining table, and her eyes softened.
"This meal is quite sumptuous today."
The warm light, the soft clatter of bowls and chopsticks, and the sounds of laughter and chewing intertwine to create the most ordinary melody.
The family of four lived happily together.
The six-pointed star floated silently, watching over this warm and almost perfect daily life.
In the face of fierce battles, profound pain, or difficult choices, it might still find that "intervention point"—such as praying for a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.
But how can it break through such peaceful happiness, such lingering satisfaction?
Must we wait for cracks to appear naturally in this illusion?
Judging by its stability, it should last for several years without any problem.
It can't wait. Its sentence in the dark room isn't over yet, and there are still countless prayers in the human world waiting for a response.
Even the god of miracles is very busy.
So the six-pointed star transformed into a beam of purple light and left, intending to first find the ball of gray yarn.
It hasn't forgotten that it was the answer, the truth, that brought this human here.
...It's not difficult to find a god of truth, because those who follow the truth like to stick together. The truth of answers and the truth of time are closely related, so just go to the end of time to find it.
A miracle occurred directly at the end of time, and sure enough, the answer was found there.
The answer to truth, shaped like a ball of yarn, is round and fluffy, just like its best friend, Time.
Time may be cowardly, but it is anything but cowardly.
Upon seeing the miraculous god who had descended from the sky, the answer, Truth, asked:
[Is there anything I can help you with, Lord Miracle?]
The god of miracles also got straight to the point:
Why did you bring humans there?
It paused for a moment and then asked:
Is it for the sake of "inheritance"?
The answer to truth is not eternal; it needs to be passed down from generation to generation, and any race can become the new answer to truth.
The necessary process they must go through is to come to the place of origin of truth and let their self-consciousness completely disintegrate and disappear there.
Once the self undergoes a fundamental deconstruction, omniscience can be infused into this shell of thought that has lost its self, without worrying about causing mental madness or rupture.
This generation of answer and truth is also a successor indoctrinated; it too does not know who it is or where it comes from.
All he knew was that he was born from the source of truth and was called "The Answer to Truth".
In the future, it will have all the answers in the world, but it will never find its own answer.
This time, seeing the answer to the truth actively guiding humanity towards the source of truth, it's hard to say whether it has taken a liking to this person's aptitude and wants her to become its successor.
For the answer to Truth, this is not cruel, because it was born in the same way. The chosen alien races even feel honored, after all, the Truth system is second only to the supreme gods and has a considerable status in the outer realms.
However, from an outsider's perspective, especially since the six-pointed star has been immersed in human affairs for a long time and knows human views, this approach seems quite inappropriate.
After the answer and truth were acknowledged, the God of Miracles stated directly:
I don't quite agree with your actions. You should ask for the opinions of humanity; not all humans are willing to accept the answer as truth.
Those in the Truth faction, having long been detached from outer gods, tend to appear somewhat aloof. Seeing the gray ball of yarn, they remained unmoved. The God of Miracles then said:
[You claim to possess all the answers in the world, so you should understand human emotions, but in reality, the divine influence of the Truth system on you transcends the answers themselves.]
If possible, go and see the world. Aren't you curious about the real answer to the question of emotions?
The gray ball of yarn did not answer.
The God of Miracles also had no desire to argue with the Truth faction.
Because if it really gets into an argument, it might not be able to win.
So the six-pointed star quickly continued:
[This human leader instructed me to ensure her succession, so no matter how satisfied you are with her, you must choose another successor.]
After saying this, the purple star disappeared into the void.