Chapter 249: It's Him!!!

It's Him!!!

Cheng Shi lay sprawled on the rooftop terrace, staring blankly at the sky. From the first rosy light of dawn until the sun hung at its zenith, he hadn't moved a muscle.

He was reviewing, recalling every detail of this trial, wondering how on earth a trial with six liars had come to an end.

You know, when there's only one liar in a trial, that trial will probably produce some unknown amusements;

when there are two liars, the trial is sure to produce amusements of unspoken understanding;

when there are three liars, the trial is filled with amusements of laughter and joy;

four liars, and the amusements double outright!

If there are five liars, then anyone could become the amusement......

But if there are six, believe me, this will absolutely not be an amusement — it will only be a tragedy.

Cheng Shi's trial result had already said it all.

He didn't dwell too much on how the six liars had schemed against one another; he was only thinking about what the five "selves" in that illusory trial conjured by 【Chaos】 actually represented.

Li, Ji, Gao, Zhao, and Su undoubtedly represented five different personalities, but for Cheng Shi, they were also different from ordinary personality slices.

Because beyond that identity, they seemed to overlap, just a little, with certain figures in his memory.

Just as Serius had said, his self-identification was too high — so high that every slice believed the self was the self. Among them there wasn't even a shared acknowledgment of "I am Cheng Shi," only the obsession of "I truly exist."

And when this obsession had a wondrous chemical reaction with fragmented memories, living, breathing "others" appeared within Cheng Shi's self-illusion.

Why was that?

Cheng Shi had asked himself more than once, but he hadn't figured out the answer.

Perhaps it was because he observed others too minutely, perhaps it was because he could always see through people's hearts, perhaps it was because he always reasoned using others' thought processes — in short, the deeper he stepped in, the less he resembled himself.

Yet he could still hold fast to himself; he always firmly believed he was not anyone else — he was only Cheng Shi, and could only be Cheng Shi.

It was probably this most "stubborn" obsession that let him win this illusory trial.

Of course, 【Fate】 must have bestowed Its favor; in this script woven end to end of coincidences, Its handiwork was almost everywhere.

Judging by this, It seemed not to want him to become someone else.

Why was that, again?

Cheng Shi still couldn't guess the answer, but the answer was actually very simple — because in the script he couldn't see, 【Fate】 had already left plenty of hints.

The one surnamed Li chose to give up when embracing 【Divinity】;

the one surnamed Ji, as belligerent as ever, was defeated by fate once again;

the one surnamed Gao fooled everyone and heard what he shouldn't have heard;

the one surnamed Zhao, at the moment of life-and-death decision, still decisively preserved himself;

the one surnamed Su, convinced he'd laid a fine trap, couldn't escape the frustration of death.

Each of them was a reflection of Cheng Shi's thinking, twisted memory, a slave to obsession...... in this game of 【Chaos】, none of them ultimately escaped the 【Fate】 of "self."

This is: the Predestined!

The Predestined that, even while always changing, has never actually changed!

Perhaps because some perspectives were missing, Cheng Shi couldn't guess the reason, but it didn't matter — he had already walked the Predestined path in body and deed.

This is why a certain someone could become 【Fate】's favored child.

But the person in question was completely unaware of this. He still stared dazed at the sky, his complex eyes filled with vivid stories, and as he thought and thought, he sighed with endless lamentation:

"How about I have some snot-water for lunch today and call it good?

Doesn't seem like I'm that hungry."

Yes, the 【Fate】-favored child's mind had already wandered off — he had never been the sentimental type.

"By the way, Mouth-Bro, you've never refused when I drink snot-water — does that mean you like drinking it too?"

"·?"

He only saw his mouth open and close, not a single word coming out, then press tightly shut again.

Sensing Mouth-Bro's speechlessness, Cheng Shi laughed, laughed until he was rolling on the ground.

"I've noticed that ever since we got back to 【Fate】, Mouth-Bro, you've gotten dumber.

Yep, no doubt about it, the mouth's gotten dumber."

The thought had just fallen when his vision plunged into darkness.

"Mouth-Bro!!??"

Cheng Shi gave a violent start, and instantly realized this wasn't Mouth-Bro playing tricks — it was a certain 【Him】 who had dragged him into the void.

"Thump-thump...... thump-thump......"

His heart began to pound violently.

Who was it?

Who would it be this time?

Hopefully not 【Memory】 — I've broken my oath once, ah no, twice; being a slave to three surnames is hard......

Best not be 【Order】 either, because I still don't quite get along with that chair......

【Void】 would be fine, but definitely not — because this time the darkness lasted far too long.

He seemed to be soaring through the void, soaring toward the edge of the universe.

Just as Cheng Shi was wondering whether some unsporting 【Him】 had personally stepped in and squashed him, his vision finally brightened.

A beam of dim yellow light pierced the darkness and squeezed into his eyes. Cheng Shi slowly opened his eyes and looked at his own body.

Good — flesh and blood, so 【Death】 is ruled out first.

Then he looked before him, but this time there was nothing there.

He only saw endless chaotic energy churning and flowing before his eyes, turbulent currents spilling and swirling, the thick yellow fog viscous to the extreme.

"This is......"

He froze for a moment, and an endless roar thundered through his mind.

"Buzz—"

He seemed to have already guessed who it was.

No way, bro, you're serious?

And just then, a great hand formed of churning yellow mist suddenly dragged Cheng Shi up and set him down on a platform in the endless heights above.

It was a real platform, a massive, intact stone slab, upon which countless characters were carved—yet every single character had been savagely slashed through by knife-cuts and spear-marks.

At the platform's edge there also stood a book so vast it defied all description; Cheng Shi craned his neck upward and still could not see the frame of the book hidden within the thick yellow mist.

He could only see that this "Giant's Book" was in a state of being torn apart, as if ripped open from the middle by a pair of invisible colossal hands—its fragments had become spattered stars, and between the clinging pages a terrifying black hole was revealed.

And the separated book-cover and book-base at the two ends looked like a great door that had been pushed open, waiting for the summoned lucky one to step inside.

Cheng Shi was stunned; he could hardly imagine where else such a sacrilege against 【Order】 could still appear.

Yes, sacrilege against 【Order】—not sacrilege against 【Truth】.

Because the style of that giant book was not at all the 【Truth】 tome that recorded knowledge, but rather the 【Order】 codex that transcribed countless laws.

It really is Him!!!

【Chaos】!

Beyond all doubt, on the other side of this torn 【Order】 door must be the first god of 【Primordial Chaos】—【Chaos】.

Why has He come?

What has He come to do?

Didn't the trial run already add points for me? What is there still to be dissatisfied about?

If everything's to your satisfaction, isn't it better to just stay home?

Socializing is so tiring, isn't it?

Huh?

Cheng Shi panicked, because he discovered that the great hand that had brought him here had already quietly withdrawn—behind him there was no path of retreat left, and at this very moment, the choice had fallen into his own hands.

Looking at this "still-ordered" great door, he could not help but break out in a cold sweat from head to toe.

The main host has arrived......

Go in or not?

Or, can he not go in?

If I go in, should I be His apostle Ultraman?

Cheng Shi really wanted to first ask whether 【Deceit】's dirty deeds could be kept off his own head, but no matter how many times he opened his mouth, he never dared to speak the words.

He was terrified that 【Deceit】 and 【Chaos】 had formed a united front to disgust 【Existence】—if that were so, the question above would very likely become his death sentence.

So, should I be one or not, in the end?

Oh great patron my lord...... you've really handed me one heck of a dilemma......

This pot is way too big, I'm afraid I can't carry it!!!

Hel...... help! Save me!