Chapter 1430: Meng Youfang: I am the Eighteenth God, Not [Time]

Meng Youfang: I am the Eighteenth God, Not 【Time】

"Wrong!

Wrong, very wrong.

Brother, my old friends are not trying to resist me, but are tempering me.

My limited memory tells me that I should have done some wrong things in the previous era, and now, I am making up for these mistakes.

But why did you say they fell one after another? Did the god war start again?"

"..."

When a person is as crazy as a god, he is a god.

Humans and gods are very difficult to communicate. 【1

Cheng Shi took a good while to recover, even recalling the despair he had experienced before, before he could cast off the absurdity in his mind and regain his emotions and senses; he broke free from Meng Youfang's hand and said to him with incomparable seriousness:

"You are not the 【Origin】!"

You forgot the existence of the 【Origin】, and I don't blame you, because you were the vanguard who resisted the 【Origin】 in the beginning; you lost your throne on the path of the charge and lost your memories, and to protect you, the gods brought a 【Faith Game】 to the world, stuffing you, who had lost your throne, into the game, hoping you would live on peacefully from then on—at least your life would be spared.

But the oppression of the 【Origin】 continues; 【He】 is the Creator, the supreme existence capable of creating and destroying everything, and no one knows what in this world angered 【Him】; now, the 【Origin】 is once again carrying out an act of world annihilation, and to protect this world, many gods have fallen, and 【Time】 has also departed in this unequal confrontation.

But we are still unwilling to submit, so now someone must stand up, replace 【Time】, and continue to launch a charge against the 【Origin】.

I know you can't accept it for a moment, but Brother Meng, it's still that same question: are you willing to become the new 【Time】?"

"......"

Meng Youfang froze, his expression changing drastically, and a moment later, he spoke with a solemnity Cheng Shi had never seen before:

"I can accept that."

"!"

Cheng Shi let out a long sigh of relief, thinking to himself that "selling" a throne that the world desperately craves is quite difficult; although Old Meng is unreliable, at least he isn't a bad person, he...

Just as he thought this, he heard Meng Youfang continue:

"But I cannot take an old friend's throne!"

"???"

I...

My fists are clenched.

Cheng Shi instinctively clenched his fist and unleashed that bolt of thunder, but fortunately, the thunder had long since vanished into the past.

At this moment, Meng Youfang really should thank the departed 【Death】; if 【He】 hadn't destroyed Cheng Shi's Death Joy Ring, Meng Youfang would already be a corpse.

Meng Youfang isn't stupid; he can see that Cheng Shi desperately needs him to become 【Time】, but facing an old friend who fell to protect him, how could he covet the other's throne at a time like this?

Meng Youfang already understood: the 【Origin】 is annihilating the world, and the reason for the annihilation is that the gods protected him, and to let him live peacefully, the gods didn't even hesitate to die to resist the 【Origin】's wrath.

This is the bond between gods!

Old friends, you have sacrificed so, so much for me!

Meng Youfang was moved to the extreme, his eyes almost reddening, and the look he gave Cheng Shi was filled with gratitude; however, he still could not accept inheriting the throne of 【Time】.

He shook his head and said:

"Foolish Play, as a god, the will of faith cannot be changed.

Although I have fallen to a mortal, although I can no longer remember my divine name, on this path of faith, I have never been alone.

Behind me stand countless people who trust me, believe in me, and have faith in me; for them, I must be myself!

I am the eighteenth god of this universe, never 【Time】.

I know the universe has sacrificed too much for me, if the 【Origin】's wrath was all sparked because of me..."

As he spoke, Meng Youfang's gaze hardened, as if he had made a decision, and he said word by word, "Then let me be the one to end all of this!"

Having said that, his hand rose, and the blade fell.

"Ssh—"

"Bang—"

Meng Youfang closed his eyes and collapsed straight down in front of Cheng Shi.

"......"

The scene finally quieted down.

The next second, Shadow Cheng Shi threw away the dagger he had snatched and returned to Cheng Shi's feet with a helpless look.

Cheng Shi looked at the unconscious Old Meng, for a moment not knowing what to say.

You call him delusional, yet he is clearly full of sincerity.

But you call him sincere, and yet he happens to be delusional...

Delusions really do people a great disservice.

Cheng Shi smiled bitterly, but after all, Old Meng did say one thing right:

Behind me stand countless people who trust me, believe in me, and have faith in me; for them, I must be myself!

Cheng Shi shook his head, casting off his chaotic thoughts, his gaze returning to firmness; he left a note for Meng Youfang and turned to leave.

Since Old Meng insists on being himself and refuses to succeed 【Time】, he can only think of another way and go find his old friends from before.

But come to think of it, 【Time】 isn't entirely without believers; at least Long Jing is one.

But the problem now is that the only person who seems capable of inheriting the position of 【Fraud】 is also Long Jing.

President Gong is truly a late-version character, finally living to become the most sought-after one.

Cheng Shi left reality and stepped back onto the void; he was searching for the location of his past friends, but just at this moment, countless torrents of white bone poured down from above the void, transforming into a stark white bone throne before him.

But sitting on that bone throne was no longer the giant skull representing 【Death】, but a gravedigger wearing a funeral suit.

Zhang Jizu had arrived.

He stepped down from the throne, his tightly squinted eyes carrying a hint of sorrow; with a casual wave, countless small skulls along the side of the Fish Bone Hall flew toward him, chattering, and transformed into a miniature bone waterfall in his hands, the stark white torrents intertwining and weaving into the shape of an hourglass.

He walked to the end of the hall and exchanged a glance with Cheng Shi, both silent.

The departure of 【Death】 was a heavy blow to both of them; that good boss who was willing to protect his employees, that good benefactor who loved to favor his believers, was gone.

A long while later, Zhang Jizu was the first to break the silence.

"Death is not the true end; departure is the longest-lasting companionship.

When I buried them in the graveyard with my own hands, I knew they had simply changed the way they accompanied me.

The benefactor is the same.

Since he handed these things to me, from today on, I am the gravedigger of the universe.

Go ahead and test the path of the future; at least before I die, no god in the world will fall."

"......"

Zhang Jizu's words reminded Cheng Shi of the Old Zhang in another world; it turns out it wasn't just him—they were very similar in every world.

Cheng Shi waved his hand, invoking the authority recognized by all the gods; with the approval of the 【Convention】 proxy, Zhang Jizu, holding the 【Death】 container, inherited everything from the 【Death】 boss.

At the moment the green flames shone and the bones cheered, Cheng Shi didn't know what he thought of, but a trace of a smile appeared on his face, a rare sight after so long.

Zhang Jizu squinted his eyes and looked over in confusion, only to hear Cheng Shi cough twice and suggest with a straight face:

"Old Zhang, why don't you learn from the boss and turn into a giant skull? Maybe it would help with the size of your eyes?"

"?"

Seeing the squinting Old Zhang's expression turn sour, Cheng Shi's face turned stern, immediately returning to his state:

"I need to borrow your faith to dye this container.

This concerns the future of the world; it is very important and not a joke.

But seeing you reminds me of another question: the authority of 【Annihilation】 was originally in the boss's hands, and now that He has departed, who should inherit the throne of 【Annihilation】?"

Zhang Jizu drove the power of 【Death】 to dye the container, pondered for a moment, and gave an answer:

"Mo Shu."

"I recall you two having some friction?"

"Personal grudges are not worth mentioning in the face of the universe's path forward.

The most critical thing is that he is close enough to 【Annihilation】, and now he no longer has the heart to annihilate the world.

The successor to 【Annihilation】 must be stable.

If there is no 【Annihilation】 believer like Mo Shu who witnessed the benefactor's self-annihilation, any inheritance is very likely to evolve into the next universal crisis.

We cannot bear any more risks; from now on, the universe must be of one heart. He is not the best choice, but he is the most stable choice."

Cheng Shi pondered for a moment, nodded, and said:

"I understand."