Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"Now that you're here, the task of suppressing the Black Tide is yours!" Ji Yushen laughed loudly, swinging his sword hilt. "I'm not good at blocking or suppressing... Charging into battle is my style of fighting!"

Having said that, he shouted, "My nine million subjects... join me in accomplishing the great task of saving the world!"

Then, he gripped his longsword and charged straight into the black tide like a bolt of lightning!

He raised his sword, slashed down, and spun around, unleashing an unparalleled power that could overturn heaven and earth within the black tide!

The Wanli Mountain Range snapped in response, the strata ripped up along the sword mark, and the surging black tide in mid-air was forcibly torn open with a huge gap. The thick black mud instantly vaporized and dissipated, and countless mutated demons lurking in the chaos were completely dissolved in the sword light before they could even roar.

Sword after sword was swung, each strike causing the heavens and earth to crumble and the ocean to collapse.

If Himeko were to block the Black Tide, she might be a weakling; she claims a month's supply but could barely hold out for ten days. However, if Sylvia were to intervene and suppress it, she would personally go and fight...

Then let the Primals see what a God of War is all about!

With the Nine Pseudo-God-Level Generals and Ministers in hand, plus the supreme divine weapon woven by Sylvia to restrain the Black Tide Laws, wherever the sword light swept, chaos was cleared away, and disease was burned away. The most unsolvable unknown mysteries in the world were all crushed into nothingness by the power of war.

At the same time, Freya and Li Xianyu stepped into the Dragon Realm together.

Chapter 157, May memories be etched in this world.

"Sylvia, I'm here!"

Freya shouted, and Sylvia turned around.

At this moment, she is stripping away and suppressing the chaotic and destructive black tide. The laws of order, judgment, and imprisonment spread across the heavens and earth, and billions of golden chains burst forth from the void, like whips of divine punishment, plunging fiercely into the depths of the churning black tide.

The two communicated quickly through their minds. After a moment, Sylvia slowly raised her hand, and an ancient, dark card appeared in her palm.

On the card, the once majestic tower is struck by a sudden bolt of lightning, collapsing and burning. The two men falling from the tower appear to be the emperor and clergy in front; their bowed heads and terrified expressions foreshadow that in the face of sudden disaster, no one, regardless of class or wealth, can escape unscathed, just like this great war that will determine the fate of the world.

The "Tower" sign.

Authority is the omniscience of the past.

Sylvia gently pinched the card, imbuing it with the power of domination. In just a moment, the card was activated and submitted to her.

"Can it be done in one day?"

Freya nodded, and Sylvia tossed her the card, continuing to suppress the Black Tide with all her might.

The moment the "tower" was obtained, the ritual of "understanding" began.

"Remember the entire past of an entire destroyed world."

Freya's eyes flickered slightly, and her vision suddenly changed, piercing through the thick barrier of time and space, crossing the endless river of time, going against the current, and beginning to trace the beginning of this world.

At the source of chaos, there were no mountains and rivers, no sun, moon and stars, only a silent void.

Then, a pure white figure swam among them.

It was an extremely white and beautiful dragon, with scales and feathers as white as snow and as white as jade, and clear eyes that seemed to be able to contain countless stars; its figure was holy and pure, and it stood above all chaos and order.

Freya vaguely heard His true name, which some called "White King" or "Suzuki Yukisakura".

The White King wandered through the desolate chaos. Unintentionally, a dragon scale fell off and landed between the abyss and the chaos of the world. It quickly took root and opened up a small, independent world—this was the beginning of the Dragon Realm.

The scalding dragon blood remaining on the White King's scales scattered across the world, slowly giving rise to the earliest dragon races. As time passed, the bloodlines continued to differentiate and evolve, eventually giving birth to four Dragon Kings: Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind. They controlled the fundamental elements of the world, supporting the foundation for the propagation of all races in the Dragon Realm.

Freya's gaze followed the torrent of time ever forward.

She watched as grass and trees grew on the barren land, watched as the first creatures were born, multiplied, and settled, and watched as primitive tribes slowly rose and evolved into prosperous kingdoms.

She witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the establishment and collapse of countless dynasties, the annual outbreak of war, the pervasive smoke of battle, and the repeated performances of love, hate, and passion in the world, endlessly reborn, only to return to dust in the end.

She witnessed the cries and demise of every living being, saw the splendor of every golden age and the desolation of every chaotic era, and saw all the hidden little things and buried past events in the world, without missing a single one...

Millions of years of time, the joys and sorrows, the life and death of millions of living beings, and countless complex, heavy, and tragic memories all rushed into her mind.

Freya frantically covered her head.

These memories were too vast and too heavy. The hyperthymesia caused by the reversal of the source matter made her unable to forget any of them, and she had to bear all the suffering of the world.

The extreme mental crushing swept over Freya's soul, causing her head to throb with pain, her mind on the verge of collapse, and her frail body trembling uncontrollably.

She's about to give up.

Just as Freya's consciousness was about to dissipate and be swallowed up by the memories of an entire world, a warm and reassuring hand gently grasped her cold, trembling little hand.

It's Cheng Cheng.

He stood quietly beside Freya, seemingly shut out the earth-shattering flames of war, the roaring laws, and the howling winds around them. His eyes were gentle as he spoke softly, his words clear and distinct: "It's alright, I'm here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Cheng raised his hand and opened his palm.

An ancient book floated up, its pages moving without wind, a faint light flowing across its surface.

"Book of the Past - Equipment Effect: This is a book that can record and release memories and personality traits. It does not consume magic power. The holder of this book will constantly "back up" memories and personality traits in the book and "extract" them at any time, thus becoming immune to effects such as hypnosis and memory modification."

Through Freya's special weapon, "The Book of Past Events," Cheng Cheng, using their clasped hands as a medium, began to simultaneously copy, receive, and distribute the billions of years of memories overflowing in Freya's mind.

The trial, which was originally meant for Freya alone, was now shared equally between the two of them.

The massive amount of memories, enough to tear the soul apart, were diluted by Cheng Cheng, and the consciousness on the verge of collapse finally stabilized.

Freya took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness and exhaustion surging in her heart. Looking at Cheng Cheng before her, a faint smile slowly bloomed on her pale face. She nodded heavily, regaining her scattered thoughts, and once again sank into the endless river of time, continuing to remember everything that had happened in this world.

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(Freya in the Memory Palace)

…………

The physical sensation of time stretched out infinitely, and I lost track of how much time had passed.

Perhaps it will take ten thousand years, or perhaps it will take hundreds of millions of years.

Throughout the long years, the pain never ceased. Freya was overwhelmed by the massive amount of memories, causing her to sway and her mind to waver. Several times, she cried out in pain, "Oh, oh, oh!" But every time she was on the verge of collapse and wanted to give up, Cheng Cheng's voice would ring in her ears, gentle yet firm.

All the loneliness, sorrow, despair, and exhaustion were no longer borne by her alone.

The solitary path to godhood has become a journey for two people to walk side by side.

The river of time flowed on and on, finally settling on the last moment of the Dragon Realm's destruction.

The cabin in the woods was quiet and peaceful, with sunlight filtering through. Felix was looking down, playing with a cricket, when suddenly a dark hand pierced her chest.

The scene then shifts, revealing that the seal of the Amber God has been completely shattered, and the primordial rage accumulated over thousands of years has poured out as a black tide—mountains and rivers collapse, the earth crumbles, civilization is destroyed, and billions of lives perish in an instant.

When this final scene was completely imprinted into her soul, Freya had memorized the entire Dragon Realm.

The ritual of becoming a god through understanding has been completed.

The next moment, she arrived in a colorless and formless "emptiness".

But if you close your eyes and use your memory to feel it, you can see countless colorful bubbles of all sizes, with countless memory-keepers moving among them—this is the realm of memory.

[Understanding] the divine kingdom, one can see the heavens.

Freya resides in the heaven of good vision, overlooking the entire universe, whether prosperous or desolate, fleeting or enduring... Countless events are happening on every planet, in every moment.

When those solidified histories melt in our hands, turning into tears that flow from the eyes of the world, they form memory bubbles. And when these memory bubbles gather into a sea, that becomes the realm of memories.

Some say those were such heavy tears, enough to fade eternity over the years; others say they were such a beautiful story, sorrowful yet clear, joyful yet serene, without a trace of hypocrisy. Intelligent life is but a mayfly in the universe, its builders having traversed countless ages, from remote grasslands to jump stations occupying half a city.

But He knew that the story before His eyes would eventually fade away, but in the Pure Land beyond the material world, memories would remain eternal.

The Milky Way flows silently, it does not speak, it simply gazes, waiting for them to become "memories"...

"call……"

Freya closed her eyes.

She summoned a giant clock made of shattered mirrors and ice crystals, and in one step crossed the boundary between the illusory divine realm and reality, returning to the battlefield.

The next moment, she saw the past of everything that existed in the world, and nothing in the world was hidden from her eyes anymore.

The fourth true god in human history—

The "God of Memory" was born.

Freya gently closed her eyes, sensing the authority she had gained after becoming the True God of Understanding:

One is the divine kingdom of "Good Vision Heaven," which records all the memories of the world. She can resurrect herself infinitely by pulling out her memories; at the same time, she can perfectly reproduce the things that exist in her memories in reality—whether it is authority, scene, people or events.

This means that Freya can use everything that has happened in the past in the world, if she so desires.

The second is "memory manipulation," which is the superiority of "the Moon." It can not only modify human cognition, hypnotize, and modify memories, but this trick is even effective on the entire world. Modifying the world's memory is equivalent to "Fooling History" by "The Fool," while manipulating the world's cognition is a play on the world's rules and common sense.

The third is "Radiant Memory Garden," which allows her to dispatch "Memory Makers," creatures made of memes, to explore and acquire precious memories from beyond the world.

"Is this what it feels like to become a god?"

Freya was aware that at the moment she became a god, her humanity was slowly diminishing while her divinity was rapidly increasing.

Although those at the Legendary level can enjoy unlimited lifespan and are considered to be two different kinds of beings from mortals, when they reach the level of True God, they are no longer just "different beings" but "different dimensions".

Now, as the Goddess of Memory, she possesses near-immortal powers, capable of altering the world with a single thought, resurrecting the dead, and bringing the past back to life—possessing such power, even if her spirit is not affected by the changes in the source matter, she will sooner or later gradually "no longer see herself as human" in terms of cognition.

Moreover, she no longer needs to eat, rest, or have sexual desire. Even her way of thinking, her way of perceiving the world, and the way her physical body exists have long since transcended the human realm.

After apes evolved into humans, would they still consider themselves as apes who retained animalistic thinking?

Aside from people like Saurischia, Indians, and Africans who occasionally keep apes as companions, it would be difficult for most other people to do so.

Moreover, the gap between the true gods and humans is beyond the comparison between humans and apes.

A more accurate way to put it is that the gap between humans and true gods is similar to the gap between primitive single-celled organisms in the primordial ocean and humans—even if humans evolved from primitive single-celled organisms, would humans still consider them their own kind and understand their thoughts?

Instead, humans will turn a blind eye.

Freya was able to realize that even if the world were destroyed and all life died, she would never perish—as a true god, she was eternal, while humanity was nothing more than a drop of water splashed up by the waves.

As time goes by, this idea will grow stronger and stronger, the divinity will increase, and eventually...

"Freya! What are you spacing out for!"

Sylvia's shouts startled Freya awake, and she looked over.

Sylvia was suppressing the black tide while glancing at herself with dissatisfaction.

Although Sylvia tried to appear angry, Freya could sense that it was just a habit from the past, and that she wasn't angry at all—Sylvia was inevitably influenced by divinity as well.

She was originally a kind, lively, strong-willed, and slightly repressed girl, but now she spends most of her time expressionless, quietly observing the fate of all things in the world... Only when facing herself, her former friends, her seniors, and her father does she reveal a hint of girlish liveliness.