Spellcasting Gods

As he said this, a playful expression appeared on Warrent's face.

"The answer is 145,000! Among them, several hundred are you killing me, and a dozen or so are me killing you, or the Kraken suddenly coming back to life and killing both of us in the end."

Don't think this is a joke. The so-called probability means that even the most unlikely events must be taken into account.

Of these countless possibilities, only one or a few will occur in the next phase of time's flow, and the rest will all disappear.

My destiny power can foresee these things, and I attempt to intervene and make some changes.

My friend, the future is never static, and my ability is to monitor its development at all times…

Chapter 0806 More Secrets

"Incredible! No wonder you can accurately predict future events. In that case, I seem to have even less reason to resurrect you, don't I?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

Clearly, according to the explanation just given, this so-called power of destiny can actually be summarized in two words—omniscience, rather than simply being able to glimpse the future.

Having someone who can predict your next move around is a nightmare.

Warren undoubtedly sensed the undisguised killing intent, but calmly smiled and shook his head: "No, my friend, I am not as omniscient and omnipotent as you think."

In fact, this ability has placed a considerable burden on me, to the point that I have to find ways to weaken it, otherwise I will go completely insane before long.

Moreover, I can only accurately predict all the possibilities that will happen next if I focus my attention on a certain point in time; it doesn't mean that I will always passively accept this information.

At the same time, the longer the time span, the less information I can receive, and the lower the success rate of the prediction will be.

You don't need to be so wary of me; I no longer pose any threat to you in terms of power.

Most importantly, if you resurrect me, I will show you another way to use the power you have awakened.

"Another use?" Zhang Cheng's face showed interest, but he didn't believe a word the other person said.

As the saying goes, trust is a virtue, but suspicion can keep you away from the risk of betrayal.

He didn't think that deception and lying were particularly difficult for someone who longed to be alive again.

On the contrary, most people would do anything to survive, let alone tell a few lies, even if it meant tearing their conscience out of the water.

“That’s right! Another use.” Warren held up two fingers. “As we all know, everything has duality; they are like twins that can never be separated, one always accompanying the other. For example, good and evil, order and chaos, life and death. The same goes for creation and destruction. Think about it, what a spectacular scene it would be if you turned your power of creation into destruction! Believe me, you haven’t even discovered your true potential yet…”

"You seem to know a lot of secrets, don't you?" Zhang Cheng stared at the other person thoughtfully.

“Ah! Yes! I know many secrets, even how messengers like you and me are born. You know what? The extraordinary power we display doesn’t actually come from the gift of that woman who claims to be the creator, but from something else that is more interesting and closer to the essence of things,” Warrent explained meaningfully.

"One last question! Do you know who that woman who claims to be the creator is? If all the seals are broken, how will she deal with us, these so-called 'messengers' and 'children'?"

Undoubtedly, Zhang Cheng raised such a pointed question mainly to test the attitude and stance of the man in front of him.

After all, Warrent's abilities and actions were simply too mysterious.

First, he was the first messenger to break the seal, and also the only one to choose to marry and have children.

It's important to understand that humans, when suddenly moved to a completely unfamiliar environment, often experience intense anxiety. Coupled with the pressure of survival, they almost never consider procreation.

The reason is simple: they lack the ability to ensure their own and their descendants' safety, and they do not want to expose their weaknesses to the enemy.

Secondly, as someone who could foresee the future and his own death, why did he not choose to escape, but instead sacrifice himself to break the first seal?

Could it be that he is truly loyal to the Creator?

Or is there some unspeakable secret hidden behind this?

Finally, and most importantly, is that strange prophecy true or false?

Despite numerous doubts, Zhang Cheng felt he should give the other party a chance, a chance to prove that he was worth being resurrected.

Warren seemed to understand this as well, and put away all expressions and gestures that might cause unnecessary misunderstandings, and answered solemnly: "In general, most of what the Creator gave is true. She did create the gods and most of the life on this planet, but she concealed one thing."

"Oh? Which one?"

"Of course it's about her being the first awakened consciousness on Earth! According to my investigation, she is actually an outsider just like you and me. The only difference is that she was much earlier than us and had hundreds of millions of years to hone her abilities. So rather than saying she is our mother, it's more accurate to say she is our sister. We were not created by her, but were summoned here by another force."

"Sister? A sister who's hundreds of millions of years old?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows, revealing a half-smile.

"What, is it strange? Don't forget, if you and I had hundreds of millions of years to develop our potential, would we be worse than her?" Warren asked with a sneer.

Zhang Cheng frowned and pondered for a moment, then immediately shook his head: "No, that's not what I meant. I meant, if she is also an outsider like us, how do you explain where our powers, which are far beyond ordinary people's understanding and don't even belong to magic in the ordinary sense, come from?"

"Good question! Actually, back when her power was just awakening, I did a very deep investigation, trying to find the answers hidden behind the elusive clues. Unfortunately, the era in which she was born was too ancient, so ancient that I couldn't possibly reach it. But interestingly, besides her, I discovered something else that is almost as old as her. Can you guess what it is?"

As he said this, an unusual light flickered in Warrent's eyes, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"Stop beating around the bush! Just give me the answer!" Zhang Cheng urged impatiently.

Warren chuckled and shrugged. "Alright. The answer is that parchment scroll. Surprised? If, as she says, this parchment scroll was a magical artifact created to summon us and maintain contact with us, then why is it as old as she is? This contradicts her claim that she only began preparing for revenge after being betrayed by the gods. My theory is that the parchment scroll is the root of all these incredible things. It summoned the Creator, and then summoned us after the Creator was sealed away."

"Parchment scrolls..."

Zhang Cheng seemed to suddenly understand something, quickly took out the parchment scroll he carried with him, and stood still in place.

Chapter 0807 We All Live for Ourselves

It is 20 centimeters long, 10 centimeters wide, and about 0.5 millimeters thick. The edges look slightly yellowed from the passage of time. The texture is very soft, and there is nothing unusual about it, nor any sign of magical energy fluctuations.

To be honest, this was the first time Zhang Cheng had seriously observed this little gadget that had come to Magic Earth with him.

You should know that when he woke up, there was nothing around him except this parchment scroll, not even a single strip of cloth to cover his private parts.

Unremarkable!

That's right!

It's just unremarkable!

For a long time, Zhang Cheng even ignored the existence of this small piece of paper.

But now, suddenly someone tells him that this thing is actually as old as the Creator, even much older than the woman who claims to be the Creator, which is really hard to accept.

"Don't doubt it! Observe carefully, don't you think its very existence is a miracle? It has no energy and nothing special about it, yet it can transmit information across time and space. And I don't know if you've tried, but no method can destroy this fragile piece of paper. To be precise, every time it is destroyed, it will recover completely within a few seconds."

To gain trust, Warren dropped another bombshell.

It goes without saying that he must have made similar attempts when he had parchment scrolls in the past.

Information that can be verified with just a few clicks is obviously not a lie, at least not from the mouth of a smart person.

So Zhang Cheng believed it without even trying it, and at the same time, he didn't forget to continue asking, "How much do you know about this parchment scroll?"

"Not much! I only know that everyone chosen by the scroll, including the Creator, can use it to transmit information, and even transfer items and power, within a certain range. But one thing to note is that it will only recognize one person as its master at a time. Close your eyes, focus your consciousness into it, and you will soon discover some very interesting phenomena..."

After saying that, Warrent extended his right hand in a gesture of invitation, his eyes revealing an undisguised amusement.

"Consciousness?" Upon hearing this word, alarm bells immediately went off in Zhang Cheng's mind.

It is important to understand that consciousness, especially subjective consciousness, is to some extent a part of the soul, or rather, an extension of perception.

If one's subjective consciousness is severely attacked, although it may not leave irreparable damage, it will be in a period of weakness for a long time, and in severe cases, it may even fall into a slumber that lasts for years or even decades.

"Relax, I'm still waiting for you to be resurrected, why would I do anything underhanded at this time?" Warren blinked innocently.

"Is that so..." Zhang Cheng smiled noncommittally and began to carefully channel a portion of his consciousness into the parchment scroll.

moment!

For some reason, golden lines suddenly appeared on the parchment, and these lines quickly formed a complex pattern that resembled a mark.

In no time, all fifteen dazzling points of light on the scroll were lit up. Thirteen of them were relatively dim in color, but the first and last ones were exceptionally bright, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

"What is this?" Zhang Cheng asked, frowning instinctively.

Without hesitation, Warrent replied, "I don't know! Personally, I think these points of light represent us. The first one, without a doubt, is the woman who claims to be the creator; her understanding of the scroll is clearly far superior to everyone else's. And the last one is you, the current holder of the scroll. In fact, this piece of paper hides more secrets than you imagine, but the way it stores information is too complex for either of us to understand its meaning. But our sister is different; she has enough time to slowly unravel its mysteries, and perhaps that's why she's so powerful."

"So... you have your own plans, instead of truly standing on her side?" Zhang Cheng sensed the implication in the other person's words and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Stand by her side? No! I'm not that stupid. Like you, I live only for myself, to uncover the huge secret hidden behind it all. As mentioned before, we are natural allies, not enemies." Warren emphasized their relationship once again.

But this reason was clearly not enough to convince the suspicious Zhang Cheng.

He narrowed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds before immediately questioning, "I don't understand. Since you live for yourself, why did you still try to break the seal when you knew the outcome would be death? Wouldn't it have been better to keep her sealed forever?"

"Hahaha! You think I had a choice back then?" Warren couldn't help but burst into laughter. "No! I had no choice at all! Because I foresaw the future, foresaw all the possibilities. Guess what happened? Of those tens of millions of possibilities, every single one led to death. And I chose the only one that allowed me to die and be resurrected."

"All possibilities lead to death?!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise upon hearing this.

“Yes! You could say I’ve walked into a dead end. After all, I’m not as strong as you, able to easily crush enemies even when facing danger head-on. Generally, I try to avoid risks as much as possible, carefully preparing everything and avoiding powerful enemies. You might not believe it, but in my decades of life, I’ve never fought a single real battle. Instead, I’ve used others, relying on all sorts of poisons, traps, and magical artifacts to achieve my goals,” Warren explained helplessly.

“I see. It seems you’re a rare smart person. Well then, smart person, let’s talk about terms.” With that, Zhang Cheng took out a small bottle of blood drawn from Camilla de Silva Velázquez from his pocket.

"Conditions? Didn't we already agree on something? You resurrect me, and I'll tell you all the secrets I know," Warren asked rhetorically.

Zhang Cheng chuckled and shook his head: "No, those were just the conditions you set, I didn't agree to them."

What else do you want from me?

"I want you to leave the mortal realm and go to Hell to oversee a grand conquest plan. However, your abilities are rather unreliable, so I need to ensure you're always under my surveillance. How about that? Not too difficult a condition to accept, is it?"

"Conquer Hell?!" Warrent's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Yes, conquer Hell. With your abilities, and with the help of my demon army, conquering Hell first and then Heaven shouldn't be too difficult."

Although Zhang Cheng used a conciliatory tone, the cold glint in his eyes made it clear that he wasn't negotiating, but rather issuing a strong warning: either agree to live, or refuse to die...

Chapter 0808 Return to Hell

The desolate land, the barren land at the easternmost edge of the entire hellish world near the poisonous swamp, is filled with desert and a harsh, almost cruel ecological environment.

Even for demons with extremely strong adaptability, this place is full of danger. Even if you stay in the wild for ten or twenty minutes, you may be attacked by predators and dragged into a dark corner to be eaten.

After all, Hell is not a peaceful and stable place. Apart from demons, there are many powerful and terrifying monsters, some of which are so powerful that they can even rival the demon kings who stand at the top of power.

The Wasteland, in particular, is located at the border between civilization and barbarism. So, despite its vast area, the number of demons is very small, probably less than three million. There is only one decent city, known as the City of Crocodiles – Vera.

Legend has it that this city was built by Leviathan, the demon king who ruled the poisonous swamp, but he died in the ancient war. As a result, the rulers have changed constantly, but one thing has never changed: every master of this city is the most powerful demon lord in the entire wasteland.

In fact, more than three hundred years ago, a swamp half-demon with the appearance of a snake-like creature successfully conquered the city of Vira with unparalleled power and forced all the surrounding lords to pay tribute to him, becoming the supreme king of the desolate lands.

However, three hundred years later, this unfortunate fellow's corpse has been hung in front of the palace in the center of the city, becoming an ornament to demonstrate the power of its new master.

This new ruler was none other than Nissa, the female demon lord who led her army in continuous battles for several months and finally unified the desolate lands.

She sat on a chair made of skulls, looking down at the neatly arranged legion outside the window, her face showing undisguised pride and self-satisfaction.