Chapter 469

It was necessary to use all living beings as pawns in the game, because the very reason the game began was the living beings.

The black skull did not hide it.

Kamikawa Mitsu was slightly surprised; the reason the game began was the living beings—this statement carried immense weight.

Until now, Kamikawa Mitsu had always believed the game was a contest between two terrifying entities who treated living beings as nothing more than insects—plainly put, two terrifying beings, bored and whimsical, playing with the lives of all.

Beings capable of reaching such a level—no need to wonder—they were certainly immortal and indestructible, and certainly transcended time.

Having endured eons, overlooking past, present, and future, their lives were monotonous; after too long, they grew bored and sought amusement, finally choosing to play chess—a game with the world as the board and all living beings as pieces.

Ordinary chess games failed to interest them and quickly grew tiresome.

Beings of such longevity, no matter how fascinating the entertainment, eventually grew weary of it.

For example, imagine forcing a chess master to play for a thousand years—wouldn't he grow sick of it? He'd likely never want to play again, and even hearing the word "chess" might trigger an epileptic fit.

But the Living Beings Game was different—its variability was immense, its playability extraordinarily high.

Yet things were not so simple; there was more to it, though the black skull said no more, only added:

"The reasons are complicated to explain—enter the reincarnation cycle yourself, recover His memories, and you'll understand. Given His planning, He could not have left no trace of His memories behind."

No wonder He was the former Game Master; though the black skull had not known His plans beforehand, after meeting Kamikawa Mitsu and hearing just a few words, he had already guessed the general truth.

The black skull understood Him well.

Kamikawa Mitsu nodded; no matter what, he must uncover the truth.

As for whether, after regaining His memories, he would remain himself or become Him—that was not his concern.

The reason was simple.

He had confidence—he was himself, and this could not be changed, nor could anyone change it; even if he gained others' memories, he would not become anyone else, preserving his own heart.

Worth noting.

Upon learning he was Him, Kamikawa Mitsu finally understood.

His transmigration, and the Script System, were surely His arrangements.

The Script System was created by Him, to aid His next incarnation.

On the altar.

Kamikawa Mitsu pondered for a moment, prepared himself, then stepped onto the altar and walked toward the stone archway.

According to the black skull, the stone archway was the reincarnation gate—step through it, and you entered the reincarnation cycle.

But this gate was meant for the dead.

He was not dead; if he walked through, he would not enter the reincarnation cycle and begin his next life.

As for what would happen, neither skull could say, for they did not know what final measures He had left behind—only speculation was possible.

If one could guess His plans, then the Game Master would not be Him, but the deceased or the First Holy Spirit.

A strange sight appeared!

The stone archway looked utterly ordinary—through its front, you could plainly see the scene behind it, essentially just a stone archway with no door. Yet the instant Kamikawa Mitsu stepped through it—he vanished.

Yes.

There was no imagined scene of Kamikawa Mitsu walking through the archway and emerging on the other side.

He simply disappeared.

The stone archway seemed to have an invisible, transparent barrier.

The barrier was like water; as Kamikawa Mitsu passed through, ripples formed—like a bubble toy, where a soap film stretched across a loop, and when you blew into it, the film became a bubble and floated away.

The water curtain rippled, swelling into a bubble.

Pop—the sound came, and Kamikawa Mitsu was gone.

Neither skull showed any change or surprise—they had expected this.

Floating above the altar, the white skull stared at the stone archway, now restored to normal, as if Kamikawa Mitsu had never been there a moment before:

"His methods are still as insane as ever."

The black skull glanced at the white skull, his lower jaw slightly open—as if smiling. Too bad he had no flesh, so no smile could be seen.

Then he spoke slowly:

"Didn't you choose to stand by him precisely because he was insane?"

The white skull said nothing—silently acknowledging the black skull's words.

Who was the white skull? He was the sole being born with supreme status, the First Holy Spirit of the world, the only one of his kind in all heaven and earth, the most sacred and noble life, and also the most arrogant life in existence.

Had he not been so, he would not have sought to destroy the Primordial Realm and restart it, simply because it had become defiled.

He was arrogant, sacred—no one mattered to him, not even the sole one.

Though not the sole one, he surpassed the sole one.

"When the sole one does not appear, none in this age can match him"—this was no idle saying, and it did not mean the sole one could control him; in truth, even the sole one could not overcome him.

Yet.

This being, the most arrogant life in existence, who held none in regard—not one—had admiration for one person.

That person was Him!

The First Holy Spirit respected only Him—the only one who could make the First Holy Spirit submit, the only one he knew he could not defeat.

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Around him, utter darkness.

No!

This was no longer darkness—it was not even darkness. It was void: nothing existed, not light, not sound, not darkness—nothing at all.

No entity existed, no Dao existed—nothing at all. This was void.

The next second.

This place, whose true size was unknown, existed in nothingness—perhaps the very concept of size did not exist here.

Kamikawa Mitsu appeared here.

Looking around at the nothingness, he felt no panic; the more unknown the situation, the calmer he became.

"Is this inside the Gate of Reincarnation?"

After glancing around, Kamikawa Mitsu attempted to emit Immortal Light to illuminate this place and see what lay within.

Yet it had no effect.

The Immortal Light spread, illuminating vast distances—but nothing was there. Truly nothing. Empty.

If anyone else had come here alone, even without claustrophobia, they would have been driven mad.

Nothing at all—no sky, no earth. He wanted to leave a mark as a landmark, to avoid wandering off in the wrong direction and losing his way back—but he found nothing to mark.

Nothingness.

Concepts such as time, space, heaven, and earth seemed nonexistent here.

Even an Immortal might go mad if they came here.

Fortunately, Kamikawa Mitsu had a cellphone—one with ultra-long battery life and precise timekeeping.

Minutes passed. Kamikawa Mitsu had been here for half an hour. Not a single memory of Him had surfaced—nothing at all had happened.

Another half-hour passed; a full hour had elapsed. Just as Kamikawa Mitsu prepared to act—choosing a direction to advance and search for an exit or something tangible—the nothingness finally stirred.

A sound came.

Not from afar—it came right before him.

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