Chapter 456: Walking Backwards

Can't understand.

What the hell is this bunch of lunatics doing.

If you look at it from the perspective of a fanatical believer, a brain-dead person with faith in their brain can do anything. They might feel that the Eastern Diocese that Ji Jue has messed with is already dirty and can't be kept. To avoid hidden dangers, it needs powerful elimination.

Doing this... indeed, in a sense, it is correct, because Ji Jue really buried a lot of mines there. Doing this indeed makes a part of Ji Jue’s plans go to waste, but why bother?

Fanatical believers only need faith. As a privileged class, the order has a lot of things to consider. How can they not calculate the pros and cons when doing things?

After being punched, not thinking about how to hit back, but stabbing oneself instead—what is that?

Trying to scare the opponent to death?

"At least one-third of the believers in the Central City of the Eastern Diocese, the high-level members of the order in the entire Eastern Diocese, the order in the entire diocese in a short period of time, and after the matter spreads, the stability of all believers in the world...

It’s too simple to draw a knife, but it’s impossible not to consider the consequences."

Ji Jue pondered for a moment and said decisively: "Unless in their view, paying such a heavy price is worth it."

"Mm, let me think..."

The old guy was still sitting high, absent-mindedly rubbing the hat in his arms: "To cut off the spread of the Holy Seal?"

"Is it useful? The flooding of the Holy Seal is the core drawback of this system. Can it be solved by temporary deterrence?"

Ji Jue sneered, glancing at him. The old guy also looked at Ji Jue with an innocent face, as if he didn't know anything, but his smile was so meaningful.

Or rather, full of expectation.

Here we go again—

Ji Jue withdrew his gaze coldly and continued to think.

[Brave man cuts off his wrist].

Let’s call the order’s actions that for now.

Sometimes, such countermeasures have to be made. Even if it hurts the enemy by a thousand and damages oneself by eight hundred, the inevitable premise of doing so is—the enemy’s loss must be greater than one’s own!

But the order killed its own people, so what did Ji Jue lose?

A few insignificant puppets? A batch of fertile soil for sowing Holy Seals? The secret infiltration plan into the order? Or, insignificant fame?

Wait.

Ji Jue’s footsteps suddenly paused, and lightning flashed through his brain, cutting off countless distracting thoughts. In that chaos and clutter, the core of the problem finally appeared.

Here, in this fantasy, is [Fame] really 'insignificant'?!

"You told me—the rules inside the Yellow Millet are formulated by the 'common sense' of all participants, right?"

Ji Jue turned back and looked at the old guy. The old guy was silent, still smiling without saying a word.

Common sense!

So that’s it!

—No, it should be said, it is [Consensus]!

This world, no matter how real it is, still can't change its essence as the remains of the Yellow Millet. The Wasteland does not exist, and this is a subjective world where spirit is primary.

Subjectivity is truly greater than objectivity, and prejudice truly overrides reality.

This means... here, three people make a tiger, which can truly be established!

"So, their purpose is to silence."

Ji Jue let out a breath, feeling refreshed: "What they fear is that the death of the Saint will be known to others. No, what they fear is... the halo of the god’s omnipotence being broken, and the invincible golden body being pushed off the altar."

He said decisively:

"—What they fear is that I will gain power because of this!"

"These are just speculations, right? Empty against empty, ultimately a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water."

The old alchemist touched his hat and grinned, as if mocking: "As a craftsman, in this fantasy, you wouldn't become unrealistic too, right? How can illusory talk be verified?"

"It’s very simple, just do an experiment."

Ji Jue’s footsteps quickened. He came to the outskirts of the camp, waved his hand, and randomly transformed waste into a steel target. Then, he picked up a pile of waste and walked slowly, walking a distance of fifty meters.

Immediately afterward, in Ji Jue’s hand, a pile of waste rose out of thin air, remanufactured—pressure spring, sleeve, firing pin, bolt, safety, pusher... In the flow of iron light, a heavy sniper rifle fell into his hand.

Immediately afterward, it was a bullet the thickness of a thumb.

Amidst the crisp sound, loading was completed.

"This is a Giant Lizard Type III anti-material rifle, a design made by the patrol design room under Universal Heavy Industry five years ago. Because the price is expensive and maintenance is difficult, it was not purchased and equipped by the military.

Caliber 12MM, muzzle velocity 1100M/S, effective range 1700 meters—"

Ji Jue adjusted the scope, introduced the parameters slowly, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!!!

Amidst the loud noise, the steel target in the distance shook suddenly, and a deep bullet hole appeared.

"Sure enough..."

Ji Jue chuckled, raised the weapon in his hand, remanufactured it. Soon, amidst the sound of metal friction, the iron light changed, turning into an assault rifle.

"This is an A17 assault rifle produced by the Empire more than ninety years ago, caliber 5.6MM, muzzle velocity 880M/S, effective range 600 meters..."

Boom!!!

The loud noise erupted again, and the steel target in the distance shook again.

Another bullet hole appeared next to the damage caused by the Giant Lizard, although it was smaller, it was not much different...

But why is it not much different?

"An anti-material rifle can’t even break a standard bulletproof armor plate?" Ji Jue was amused: "An assault rifle can cause damage similar to anti-material weapons? By what?"

Why did the power of the anti-material rifle weaken, while the destructive power of the A17 increased?

Is it because it’s ninety years older?

Or is it because the structure of the A17 is too simple, the structure is too stable, the cost-performance ratio is too prominent, so it has become the most flooded gun type in the world?

In countless large and small workshops in the Central Land, Thousand Islands, and even the Federation and Empire, its parts can be seen everywhere. Because of its low price and reliable performance, as well as the versatility of parts and the convenience of procurement, it is the favorite of robbers, scavengers, warlords, rebels, and terrorists.

Even today, it is common in the hands of many armies and mercenaries in the Thousand Islands and Central Land. Similarly, it has caused endless poison and many casualties.

For the gun types that citizens in the central cities of the Federation and Empire talk about, for people in chaotic areas, it is an out-and-out nightmare. Even, who knows how many people’s friends and lovers died under such weapons.

Engraved in the heart!

By comparison, Giant Lizard? Who is Giant Lizard?

A display item in the inventory of shooting enthusiasts and collectors, who has seen it!

At this moment, Ji Jue reached out and touched the bullet hole on the target, laughing silently.

Is there any evidence more practical than this?

The consequences caused by the so-called [Consensus]!

Snap—

It seemed that the sound of bubbles breaking sounded in his ears again. At the moment when realization and verification overlapped, Ji Jue felt the illusory badge in his soul shake again.

Immediately afterward, the world once again lifted a veil for him.

Once again, removing a layer of thin gauze.

Everything became clearer, and he could feel the illusory essence more and more. Amidst this dreamlike feeling, he finally noticed the wisps of color surrounding him.

Pure vermilion, dazzling bright yellow, changing indigo purple, and even pitch black formed by the overlap of gray darkness...

When he raised his hand again, trying to touch it, it was as if a vortex had appeared. Between his hands, invisible gravity spread.

Instantly, it swallowed all the rainbow colors around, and then, the power that Bao Dachai called awakening expanded and increased again, instantly soaring several times!

In addition, wisps of rainbow colors constantly gathered from the camp.

From... all the members in the camp!

The reason he could be so sure was because, not far away, Yan Fei, who was poking her head out, was still emitting wisps of faint light, extending toward Ji Jue and sinking into his hands.

"Is this the attraction of transformation to the heart pivot?"

Ji Jue stared at the faint light at his fingertips, sighed in realization, and gripped it to absorb: "Should it be because of my actions, the trust and expectation everyone has for me?"

Recognition, agreement, expectation, and even...

—Faith!

Even, most of it should have been Wen Wen’s, but Wen Wen didn't eat the BUFF inside the Yellow Millet remains, so it all went to him, who had gradually become the leader.

As for the mastermind behind the scenes...

Ji Jue once again thought of the broadcast and projection of the Elf’s Ether Eye in the camp not long ago, and turned back to look at the old guy who seemed to be looking at the scenery.

"Did you do all this?"

"Ah? What?"

Bao Dachai turned back, confused: "I don't know, you can't frame a good person! Poor me, working hard for you, enduring humiliation to give up the workshop, at my age, why do I still have to be responsible for carrying the pot?"

Ji Jue sneered: "Has anyone ever told you that your acting is really bad?"

"What acting?" Bao Dachai retorted decisively: "Who doesn't know that I, Old Bao, walk the rivers and lakes relying on sincerity and an upright heart? You can look down on my ability, but you can't question my character!"

Nirvana, craftsman, character.

Very strange, among these three words, why is there always one that makes people feel out of place?

But seeing that Bao Dachai was still a thick-coated non-stick pan, Ji Jue didn't continue to ask after a long time. If he asked, he wouldn't get an answer. If he asked, it was that he was old and didn't know, he was very old and didn't know, he was old and it wasn't easy...

If everyone wasn't in a situation of being in the same boat, Ji Jue would have let this old guy understand what it means to live hard.

And now, feeling the ability that was different from the past, Ji Jue could finally determine—the so-called 'divine power', this seemingly omnipotent miracle, is the product obtained through the gathering of infinite faith and the control of all participants.

Through prayer and the order, they held the self and cognition of all believers, and interfered with this Yellow Millet dream at will. In this process, the existence of [Consensus] further strengthened the order and the angels!

But the problem is...

Why didn't anyone else do this except himself?

Hadn't others discovered such things before? Including Bao Dachai, the inheritor of strange alchemy, hadn't he figured out the essence here?

It’s not just him who can get respect, right? Why didn't the faith blessing exist on the Chief Priests and Saints of the order?

Didn't notice?

Or—can't do it!

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, feeling the illusory badge in his soul, which was undoubtedly the most crucial foundation and premise.

Before, it was the 'trophy' he snatched from Wen Sheng’s spiritual body, and at the same time, the 'culprit' that dragged him into this fantasy.

A... 'Administrator Account'?!

In the moment of sudden realization, he couldn't help but want to laugh, the reason for Wen Sheng’s strict defense against him, the reason for his hatred but helplessness.

Because Feigong suddenly exerted force and performed extraordinarily, snatching a part of the other party’s permissions in the Yellow Millet remains!

So, a single-player game that was originally full of cheats suddenly became an online duel. In this fantasy that should have been dominated by gods, there was an extra player who shouldn't have been there!

[Player 2].

No wonder the Heavenly City was so strictly guarded, preferring to silence so many people, not willing to let Ji Jue’s power develop. Just Ji Jue’s existence was an out-and-out threat to the high-and-mighty Holy God!

"Since the Holy God’s authority is built on consensus, doesn't that mean..."

Bao Dachai seemed to realize, patted his head, his eyes lit up: "Eh? I have a good idea!"

Ji Jue was silent.

Turned his head and looked at him.

In the silence, two lines of sight crossed each other, one pleasant and light, one gradually cold, even, fierce, killing intent appearing.

Ji Jue laughed and reminded: "Old Bao, some ideas, I suggest, it’s better not to have them."

"Oh, people get forgetful when they get old, look, what did I just think of?" Old Bao shrugged, sighing: "The words were on the tip of my tongue, forgot! Eh? Where were we just now?"

"Talking about your bad ideas."

Ji Jue didn't give face at all, warning again: "I know your Nirvana path is wild, but some words, it’s better not to say them."

No, in fact, there is no need to speak at all.

The moment the two looked at each other, the consensus and morality of the craftsman, and even the non-existent quality, had already conveyed the meaning of the other party correctly.

Good ideas, bad ideas, are essentially the best way to solve problems, the most suitable way for them, and the clever plan to solve difficulties at the fastest speed.

Yellow Millet dream, Holy God’s position, order’s honor, Saint’s height, angel’s strength... all of this is composed of everyone’s prayers.

This means that as long as you kill everyone, this fantasy will collapse!

But, no.

Even if most of the people here have late-stage dream loss syndrome and are hopeless, their bodies are rotten, and this is just the dream bubble achieved by the gathering of the last souls.

But, no.

From the beginning, when Ji Jue noticed this key, he threw it behind his head.

Otherwise, why need Bao Dachai’s reminder?

He has simpler methods, who knows how many...

Abyss, stagnation, slaughter, tower and wolf, Ji Jue’s experience along the way and the things he learned were born for this.

He can also make things stronger than the threat of spiritual plague, even

doing better than Wen Sheng, ten thousand times better!

Even, there is no need to kill them all.

According to his instinctive calculation, as long as one-third are killed, the basic framework of this dream will irreversibly show cracks. If one-half are killed, everything will be completely out of control.

If three-fifths are killed, the bubble will destroy itself.

But, no!

Don't force me so much, no means no!

Otherwise, before killing the first person, the first one to be killed would be his former self.

If everything is easy and simple, why is Ji Jue still suffering to this day? There are too many easy and simple choices. Choose any one, and it is enough for him to live a free and smooth life, without having to ask for trouble and seek suffering.

He is not willing to bow to Master Jianyuan, not willing to recognize Lu Lu Changsheng’s ambition, not willing to become a puppet and running dog of the sower, and even less willing to become the kind of person he despises.

Some mistakes, once committed, there is no possibility of recovery.

"No, is your craftsman's addiction acting up again?"

Bao Dachai was amused: "Do you want to roll on the same track as that Holy God?"

"Why must I roll on one track?"

Ji Jue retorted decisively: "Why must there be faith?"

At this moment, his palm raised again, gripping the gray-black extending from outside the camp, mocking and laughing: "If prayer is useful, shouldn't curses and resentment be the same?"

Since faith cannot be obtained, let them fear!

Confidence, hope, too weak and small, no matter how cultivated and catalyzed, it takes a long time, and the results are often disappointing.

But despair and fear are not.

Too simple.

Ji Jue is quite familiar with it.

Now, the permissions of the Yellow Millet remains are in hand, and the fear and hatred from others can also improve the ability Ji Jue has awakened, and the ability Ji Jue has awakened... is to transform and convert everything, including the results composed of faith by the Holy God!

"We don't need to seize the Holy God’s faith, as long as, as long as the hell they created becomes something more terrible and stronger than the Heavenly Kingdom!"

Silence.

In the long silence, Bao Dachai’s expression changed.

Hard to describe, whether it was disappointment or surprise, mixed with all kinds of meanings,

it was hard to hide the confusion and doubt—couldn't figure out which link went wrong.

Is it because his way of opening is wrong?

Strange alchemy loves stories, and loves the development of everything that happens on this illusory stage. In many tests, he originally thought he would see a craftsman who had no scruples after liberating his nature, or a hero who turned the tide and recreated everything.

As a result, neither was the case, neither side was, better than both sides, and worse than both sides.

Clearly unscrupulous, yet self-imprisoned. Clearly wanting to overturn the so-called Heavenly Kingdom and save everything, yet wanting to achieve it by creating hell...

He scratched the few hairs left on his head and sighed sorrowfully: "Sometimes, it’s really hard to tell the difference between you and that Holy God."

"Difference? Of course there is."

Ji Jue answered without thinking, "At least, I have no interest in their dreams."

...Even, even his own dreams are discarded like shoes, right?

Such words, until the very last moment of parting, the old guy didn't say them.

Clearly, the compatibility with strange alchemy was so good, he could see through the essence of the 'hat' at a glance, yet he didn't have any relevant compatibility?

Simply outrageous.

Heart pivot, ether, and mirror never favored you, is it because—you never looked at such a path once?

No, it should be said, from the beginning, he deliberately walked backwards!

"Is there anyone in this world who doesn't allow themselves to dream?"

The old craftsman looked at the back that was going away and sighed with pity.

Clearly your dream is still chasing you behind... why don't you want to look back? ===== CHAPTER 457 =====