American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 215 Divine Capital: Old Deng, stop pretending. You're actually God, right?

We've encountered some really serious trouble...

Alarm bells rang loudly in Shen Du's heart.

The existence of this incomprehensible, distorted patch of color before him was constantly challenging his preconceived notions.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable palpitations and rare panic.

A hint of cold rationality returned to his eyes.

Without any unnecessary words, he turned around decisively.

"Bye-Bye."

He left those two words behind and started walking, wanting to quickly leave this place of trouble.

It is unwise to get entangled with something that is clearly beyond reason.

However.
As soon as he took a step, the surrounding scenery began to distort and shake.

He was clearly walking towards the edge of the woods, but the next moment, he found himself walking out from behind the girl...?
It was as if he had just made a perfect circle with her as the center.

Space is distorted.

Like a mischievous maze, it trapped him firmly within this small area.

Shen Du stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at the still-smiling, colorful patch, his voice devoid of emotion: "What do you want?"

At the same time, he secretly began trying to contact his father.

The Qi is transmitted through the links of the Dragon Court space, transforming into invisible threads that penetrate the space and spread outwards.
However, it was like a stone sinking into the sea; the once-favorable connection vanished without a trace, and no reply came.

"Help me find Barnabas..."

The girl spoke in a singing tone, gesturing with her hands, and as she moved, several letters that twisted into the shape of puppies floated out of the air.

"My brother said that among the Endless Ones, we should help each other."

She chuckled, her words like a dream, illogical yet carrying an undeniable air.

"Why should I help you?" Shen Du retorted coldly, trying to distance himself. "I'm not some kind of Endless One you're talking about."

"Do not……"

The girl shook her head vigorously, and the colorful patches around her churned.

“You are the Endless One, the newly born Endless One…and…” She moved closer, the ever-changing colors almost touching Shen Du’s face, “The scent on you is very, very similar to one of my brothers.”

"What gives you the right to define me like that?"

Shen Du scoffed, his expression filled with disdain.

He originated from the beginning and is a primordial deity.

How can others categorize them arbitrarily?
The girl seemed stumped by the question, or rather, she simply didn't care about logic.

She tilted her head, and the colorful patches spun around.

Then, in a chanting tone, he sang casually:

"Light and darkness share the same origin, and their beginnings and ends are the same."

“The builder will inevitably deconstruct itself, and the end of deconstruction will give birth to the foundation of new life.”

"The twin thrones float on the tip of balance; with a single thought, they can overturn, and all things will return to oneness, or perhaps... all things will become nothingness."

These prophetic whispers entered God's mind.

"What are you?" The golden pupils contracted, but Shen Du forced himself to remain calm. He frowned and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Seemingly knowing what God was about to say, the girl simply continued to laugh, interrupting him with her mad innocence: "I already told you, you're a lot like my brother. He was like that too, and at first he wouldn't admit it."

"..."

God fell silent.

The other party may know far more than he imagines.

Moreover, this knowledge is not based on exploration, but rather on a kind of... natural cognition at the conceptual level.

After a moment's consideration, he turned and asked a more specific question:
"Who is that older brother you're talking about?"

"elder brother?"

The girl seemed stumped by the question; the colored patches slowly writhed, as if she were thinking.

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of hair that had suddenly turned rainbow-colored, before speaking in that incoherent tone:

“His name was ‘Destruction’… but now… he calls himself ‘Creation’, and his older brothers and sisters all say he’s gone mad.”

"..."

"I can help you find your dog..."

Shen Du suddenly spoke, interrupting the girl's chilling narration about her brother.

"Really? That's great!"

The girl was instantly overwhelmed with immense joy.

As her emotions surged, her strange eyes began to flash wildly, the colors jumping irregularly between two pupil colors.

What's even stranger is that the surrounding environment seemed to be responding to her emotions.

The tree branches in the forest began to twist and twist like melting candles, the wildflowers on the grass withered quickly and then bloomed again with rainbow-colored petals as if growing in reverse, and even the air began to float with soap bubbles that smelled of strawberries.

But even God remained unmoved; he simply stared intently at the cluster of colorful patches, which had become even more frenzied and abstract with joy, and then abruptly changed the subject:
But you must tell me.

"Who are you? Who are you and your family? And why do you say I am also... 'The Endless Ones'?"

Shen Du's voice held an unusual hesitation, and his eyes flickered slightly.

The vague guess in his mind was gradually becoming clearer.

The being before us, who calls himself the 'Endless One,' is likely far more than just a superhuman; they are more like…

An embodiment of the concept of the universe?
If that's the case, then he and his brother...

"Our family?"

The girl seemed intrigued by the question, or perhaps she just found it amusing.

She stopped humming intermittently and gently touched her chin with her index finger.

That finger even changed colors like a rainbow.

She ruffled her hair, which kept changing shape and color, and the strands flowed through her hands, creating a dappled halo.

It seemed like an effort was being made to organize one's thoughts, but what ultimately came out was still a string of dreamlike, symbolic riddles:
"We are... the punctuation and words in Dad's pen... and my words are the paragraphs I've fallen into... all the question marks and exclamation marks!"

She giggled and danced with joy.

“I am the youngest. I have six older brothers and sisters. I am Menia. My brothers call me Delirium. Including me, there are seven of us in one family.”

"But now that you're included, you're the youngest one."

"But no matter what, there are eight people in our family now."

Her twinkling heterochromatic eyes focused on Shen Du, with an innocent certainty, "After all, you and us... were destined before the 'story' even began... Isn't that 'endless' enough?"

God listened quietly to these incoherent words.

I felt confused and overwhelmed listening to it.

What on earth is this guy babbling about?!
only.
The Endless One... a conceptual embodiment...

Were he and his brother really among them?
"So... are all of you twins? Or, to put it another way, is there a 'other' in the world who is completely opposite to you?"

For example, if there is a god, there is also Saraphiel. Does the existence of delirium mean the existence of 'sobriety'?
Looking at the girl in front of him, who represented 'delirium', he felt for the first time that he might have really touched upon the most fundamental truth of this world.

And all of this stemmed from a lost puppy named Barnabas.

However, Delirium shook her head vigorously, and the colorful letters floating around her began to spin like stirred paint as she moved.

No, no!

Her heterochromatic eyes flickered, and her tone carried a mysterious air, as if she were sharing a secret, "The Endless Ones... can only transform into their own aspect after 'dying' once!"

"And with the death of 'oneself'," she stretched out her small hand, making an explosion gesture, and several star-shaped colored bubbles burst from her fingertips: "that newly born 'opposition' will no longer have... 'opposition'!"

“It’s one of a kind!” she proudly declared.

"..."

Only by dying once can one transform into one's own opposite?

What about his relationship with his brother?
Or is it because of the father?

What if the father intervenes?

Wouldn't that immediately allow us to add fourteen new members to this Endless Family?
The thought flashed through his mind, and even Shen Du himself felt that his logic seemed to have been tainted by the colorful patch next to him.

"Alright. Um... Menya, right?" Shen Du suppressed his inner turmoil and steered the conversation back to reality. "About your dog, what are its characteristics?"

"do not know"

Blinking her heterochromatic eyes that kept changing colors, Menya answered confidently.

Shen Du's eyes twitched slightly: "What breed is it?"

"do not know"

"Where did you lose it?"

"do not know"

Ask three questions.

The god was so angry he laughed, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes:

"You know nothing, so what makes you think this is your dog and that I should help you find it?"

Menia tilted her head even more defiantly, her hair flowing with a new color: "But he wasn't my dog ​​to begin with! He was my brother's!"

"..."

Shen Du felt an inexplicable anger surge to the top of his head, and his voice rose slightly:
"Then what else do you want me to look for?!"

Menia seemed stunned by his shout.

Her small mouth pursed, and the surrounding air, light, and even space itself began to fluctuate and distort violently!
The texture of the trees began to churn like boiling water, and the colors of the grass shimmered and flashed at an astonishing speed, as if the whole world was about to disintegrate completely because of her grievances!
broken!

Forgot that this girl is completely beyond the ability to communicate with using common sense! I doubt anyone in the family would dare speak to her like that…

Shen Du's body stiffened, and his mouth moved as he pondered how to coax this crazy girl.

However, on the verge of this reality collapsing, Menya seemed to manage to restrain herself.

A rare flash of clarity crossed her eyes.

The pain clearly etched on her face by the oppressive air pressure made her look at the capital.
The newborn brother suppressed his discomfort and tried hard to concentrate.

Then she stretched out her little hand, and colorful sand-like particles of light flowed from between her fingers.

Let it gather and outline in front of her, eventually forming a somewhat blurry but roughly discernible shape.

The image is of a small, fluffy, snow-white dog.

"That's...that's what it looks like..."

She spoke softly, her voice tinged with weariness.

And staring at that ordinary little white dog made of light and shadow.

"Hmm..." Shen Du pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke up: "Since we can't find it, how about we ask it itself?"

"?"

Menia suddenly raised her head and stared at the capital with her twinkling heterochromatic eyes.

For the first time, a look of shock, mixed with immense confusion, appeared on her little face.

This newborn younger brother.
How come he talks even more erratically than himself?
"."

Even the gods were amused and annoyed by her gaze.

But he didn't explain much, he just extended his index finger and a wisp of pure magic swirled around it.

Then, she gently touched the white puppy silhouette outlined by Menia that was floating in the air with this wisp of magic.

"Om-!"

A barely perceptible tremor.

The previously still outline of the puppy trembled slightly.

Then, under Menia's puzzled gaze...

The luminous puppy flicked its tail, which was also made of light particles, raised its front paw to scratch its ear, and even opened its mouth to emit a silent sound.
—"Woof!"

God withdrew his hand and looked at Menia, who was deep in thought:

"Alright. Now, you can ask it yourself."

Nodding obediently, Menya crouched down to look the non-physical puppy in the eye.

She asked in a serious, inquisitive tone:

"Hey~ Barnabas, do you know where you're going?" The luminous puppy immediately raised its head, its tail wagging happily: "Woof woof woof!"

Menya nodded intently, "Mmm-hmm..."

The puppy barked several more times: "Woof woof woof woof!"

Menya continued to echo, "Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm!"

"Wow wow wow!"

"okokokok!"

They exchanged words for a short while.

After a moment, she looked up at Shen Du, her eyes filled with a relieved ease: "Brother, it says it doesn't know."

"Who's your brother..." Shen Du's face darkened, and he subconsciously retorted.

But then came a helpless sigh.

"Then I'll help you one last time, and you can leave me alone."

As he spoke, he stretched out his little hand.

A thick, ancient book appeared in his palm; it was the Book of Eternity that he had previously obtained from Merlin.

He grabbed the spine of the book, and the god began to shake.

"Volcano Chain Curse? No way."

"A realm of dazzling starlight? No way."

"108 ways to create Gungnir? What is that?"

"Doomsday Horn? What kind of junk has that old man collected?"

Time passed, and in this casual swaying, the gods finally found what they wanted.
Divination: From Beginner to Ascension to Heaven

This is it!

Shen Du's eyes lit up.

Then, under Menya's curious gaze, he began to mutter incantations.

His eyes gradually lost focus, as if gazing into some distant dimension.

Only after capturing the key information did those eyes refocus, a hint of confusion flashing across them.

The underworld?

"Do you know where this place is?" Shen Du asked, as if he had already figured out its location.

Menia tilted her head, seemingly very surprised that even the gods knew nothing about the underworld.

"The underworld is just the underworld..."

She answered in the same matter-of-fact tone.

They were completely unaware that this explanation was essentially meaningless.

"..."

Even the gods felt a sense of powerlessness.

He decisively said in a cold tone:

"Then go find it yourself. I've already found its whereabouts for you."

He had no interest in going to the underworld, which sounded like such a troublesome place.

"what?"

Menya pouted, and the surrounding light began to fluctuate erratically, the colors distorting and warping in the air, as if the entire space was rising and falling with her emotions.

She seemed to want to say something, but her words turned into visual chaos.

This guy.
Looking at the distorted environment around him, Shen Du felt his fists harden.

How can there be someone who enjoys causing trouble for others so much!
Fortunately.
There are still people who can punish her.

At this very moment.
"Menya, you've run off again."

a voice.

Calm, gentle, and even carrying a faint sigh, it quietly rippled around the two of them.

Shen Du's expression suddenly froze!
Are there any experts? !
He turned around abruptly, his eyes glancing in the direction from which the sound was coming.

Not far away, where the shadows and dappled sunlight met in the woods, a figure stood quietly, seemingly out of nowhere.

She was a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties.

She was dressed in an extremely simple black sleeveless top and slim-fitting trousers, her attire so plain it was almost monotonous.

Her smooth, shoulder-length black hair accentuated her gentle features, making her appear like a quiet, smiling older sister next door.

but.
In the divine capital, there is a vision that can see through the essence.

This woman…

Unlike Menya's vibrant, colorful...
He could not see any color, nor could he see any specific form.

The space she was in seemed to be a pure 'nothingness'.

It is neither darkness nor a void of nothingness.
It's just one kind of...

The end of all things.

die?

No, simply covering it all would be too simplistic.

The aura emanating from her was not the chilling and terrifying presence associated with death.

Rather, it is a vast, peaceful, and irresistible...end.

She is a storybook.
The period on the last page.

After this period, there are no more pages or blank spaces.

It is the absolute tranquility to which all restlessness and life will eventually return.

Just by sensing her presence, Shendu felt as if his thoughts, and even the power flowing within him, had been paused, and he involuntarily wanted to sink into that eternal silence.

And at the moment the black-haired woman appeared.

Menia immediately shrank back like a child caught doing something wrong. All the distorted light and shadow and floating letters around her vanished instantly, and even the wild colors on her body dimmed considerably.

She muttered softly, "Sister, older sister..."

This is also one.
The Endless One?
Shen Du stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on the black-haired woman, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

One Menya was troublesome enough, but now there's another being that seems even more indescribable.

My trip this time
I should have looked at the almanac that Dad hung in the living room.
However, the black-haired woman seemed oblivious to the gods' heightened vigilance.

She simply looked gently at Menia, who was shrinking back, and said softly:

“Let’s go back. I’ll help you find Barnabas.”

Then, she turned her gaze to the capital, and a gentle expression appeared in her eyes, which seemed capable of encompassing the end of everything.

She naturally reached out and gently ruffled Shen Du's soft, black hair.

"I'm sorry, Menya, for causing you trouble."

“Next time you encounter this situation, remember that every Enderman has their own domain, little one.” Her voice was calm as still water. “Among us, except for me because of my duty, we usually don’t, and have no need to, offend each other’s domains.”

"It's absolutely safe there."

After saying that, she planned to take Menia's hand and leave quietly, just as she had come.

field…

Dragon Court Space?
God immediately thought of himself.

But he doesn't have time to delve into that right now.

Seeing that this being, who seemed capable of normal communication and clearly knew many cosmic secrets, was about to leave, he almost instinctively blurted out:

"and many more!"

He stared intently at the woman. He had finally found someone who seemed reasonable and had some inside information. If he didn't get to the bottom of it, he felt that all the time he had put up with Menia's madness would have been for nothing.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Du couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in his mind for so long:
"Could you tell me, what is the relationship between these two opposing forces...?"

Is it really possible for only one to exist?

Just like Menya's words about creation and destruction, where only one can exist.
Just like...

Between him and his brother
The woman stopped and slowly turned around.

A hint of surprise flashed across her delicate face, as if she hadn't expected this 'newborn' little guy to touch on this core so directly.

She looked at Shen Du, smiled slightly, and replied:

"I do not know."

This answer surprised even the gods.

"Because none of us seven have been able to coexist with our own 'opposite' until now. Only 'destruction'... He tried it."

The woman's voice contained no praise or criticism, only pure narration:
"He failed."

"..."

Shen Du's heart sank straight down.

Even that former 'creation,' now 'destruction,' has failed?
Could it be that the seemingly predetermined conflict between him and his brother, the one that would ultimately determine who would unite?
Is it really unavoidable?

He pressed on, somewhat unwillingly, "Then... is there really no other way?"

The woman gazed at him silently, her eyes seemingly able to see through all appearances and into the deepest struggles within his heart.

Instead of directly answering whether it was feasible or not, she gave an almost revelation-like suggestion:
"Actually... haven't you already seen someone who has achieved 'unification'?"

"I've already seen him?"

Shen Du was greatly surprised, and Locke's image flashed through his mind instantly.

Could it be my father...?
But the woman's words the next moment led him to a more distant and grander mythological dimension:
"In the beginning of creation, the great Father gave a pair of brothers as a gift."

"One obtained the will as 'fire' and the power as 'destruction.'"

“One has obtained the will as ‘creation’ and the power as ‘judgment’.”

"they are?"

Even the gods unconsciously held their breath, their eyes filled with unprecedented focus.

"they are……"

The sound abruptly stopped there. The woman merely gave a meaningful smile, then pulled Menia, who kept turning back to look at him with lingering reluctance, away silently into the glow of the forest.

It's like it never happened.

He was left alone, standing there in a daze.

The wind around them surged again, caressing Shen Du's little face.

The golden clouds in the sky seemed to finally sense the abnormality, and like a streak of light, they swooped down, affectionately circling around him, emitting subtle tremors.

"Om-!"

The silence was broken by the vibration of the phone.

Shen Du snapped out of his daze, pulled out his old-fashioned keypad phone, and the time on the screen was clearly visible:

12:00:02
And he remembered it clearly.
The time was clearly 11:59:21 before I stepped into this forest.
That is
In that mysterious, colorful realm, time almost completely stood still.

The gods were silent.

Although the gothic-style older woman didn't say her name, he clearly saw that in the final moment before she completely disappeared, her silent lips clearly outlined the name—

Lu…cifer?

Mi…chael?

"The capital city!"

The father's urgent voice came from the Dragon Court space through the demonic energy, traversing the barriers of space.

Shen Du then realized that the aura he had previously emitted seemed to have been transmitted only now, with the complete dissipation of the colored field, or rather, that time and space had finally resumed their flow from being frozen.

"What happened in Shen Du?"

Locke's voice was impatient, as if he were about to charge at them with his sword at any moment.

"It's alright, Father."

Shen Du responded softly, his voice still carrying a lingering sense of daze.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still transmitted his voice, "Father, don't hide it from me anymore. Actually, you are God, right?"

Locke: "???"

(End of this chapter)