I'm not just human!

Otherwise, why would knowing one's own uniqueness cause problems with one's perception?

In that instant, Xia Fa felt a genuine itch in his heart, as if countless ants were crawling on him.

Since arriving in this world, aside from the authenticity of the nine righteous gods and the origin of the Cleaners, what he is most curious about is what exactly he is.

Especially after repeatedly witnessing their own uniqueness—such as the burning sensation, the strange electric current, the random free meals, and the incredibly difficult but also extremely beneficial "physical training"—not to mention the signing of one hegemonic secret agreement after another…

So, what exactly am I?

"Outer Gods...can one know this by becoming an Outer God...?"

In any case, becoming a god is already within reach. As long as I advance my understanding of the "Miracle Fantasy" master-level secret contract to 100% and sign the "Conditions for Eternity," even the Great Emperor of Mysteries, Dionysius, will definitely not be my match.

At that time, we will be able to seize the "Eternal Certificate" that is about to be born in the Ocean of Baron and attempt to ascend from human to god.

Once one becomes a follower of God, it seems that one is not far from becoming an Outer God.

Just then, everything went blurry before my eyes.

Xia Fa was shocked to discover that the incredibly beautiful and extremely gentle "Bedeille" had simply disappeared.

From beginning to end, the bards didn't notice a single clue, let alone the gourmets and the avid tomb raiders.

The three of them were still waiting for a physical entity to break through the chaotic void, and their expressions were becoming increasingly anxious, which was now showing on their faces.

“Bedeil…”

Xia Fa narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering in his heart.

Who exactly is this gentle, beautiful, and mysterious woman?

One of the Nine Great Gods? That's unlikely. You can tell from her references to the Nine Great Gods that she doesn't include herself among them.

An unknown entity wandering in the Protoss Realm?

That's impossible. After all, physical entities are the strongest among the unknown beings. What unknown being could shield a bard from the perception of such a physical entity?

After much guessing, Xia Fa realized that he really couldn't guess it.

However, it doesn't matter, as long as we can break through the third Ancient Mithril Gate together and obtain the [Eternal Certificate], that's all that matters.

"There's less than a minute left, what should I do..."

The fanatical tomb raider suddenly spoke, and this usually shrewd and cunning individual was now visibly anxious, making no attempt to hide it.

The bard sighed:

"Wait another fifty-nine seconds. In the last second, I will lead you all out."

As he spoke, he looked toward where Xia Fa was:

"What do you think, Your Excellency Glutton?"

Xia Fa nodded slightly:

"Ah."

Seeing that Lord Gluttony had only replied with a single word, and in such an attitude toward the bard, the gourmet and the fanatical tomb raider began to feel uneasy, fearing that Lord Gluttony might become angry because of the lack of support from the other entities in the entity redemption.

The bard could understand the glutton's feelings, and could only smile apologetically:

"There's nothing I can do, Lord Gluttony, this Chaos Void... is just too difficult to traverse."

Seeing that the three entities looked strange, Xia Fa realized that he might have gone a bit too far in pretending to be serious.

"Damn, do they think I'm about to lose my temper?"

Thinking of this, Xia Fa immediately softened his attitude:

"It's alright, man proposes, God disposes."

He translated an ancient saying from his hometown into the Putong language and spoke it calmly.

For a moment, whether it was a bard, a gourmet, or a fervent tomb raider, they all paused, seemingly momentarily stunned by the profound and lofty philosophical implications contained in those words.

The bard pondered the words repeatedly, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, as if his heart had been invigorated once again.

He turned his head, his face full of sincerity and admiration:

"Man proposes, God disposes... Your Excellency Glutton, based on this statement alone, I, a bard, am somewhat ashamed before you."

The avid tomb raider scratched the back of his head:

"As expected of Lord Gluttony, one sentence from you has really perked me up. Yes, as long as we keep trying, maybe one day we'll successfully pass through this third Ancient Mithril Gate?"

The gourmet glanced admiringly in Xia Fa's direction, seemingly thinking that his decision to yield when he encountered the Glutton was the right one.

In fact, back in the Bronze Bag Palace, when faced with Lord Glutton's unreasonable demand for "stir-fried eggs with sheep intestines," he could have easily imposed rules and removed Lord Glutton's appendix.

However, the food critic chose to back down and simply made a simple dish of stir-fried lamb intestines with eggs.

In retrospect, this decision was absolutely correct. Otherwise, if I had ended up fighting with Lord Gluttony because of this, the Entity Redemption Society would never have been able to welcome such a powerful and wise entity.

"Less than ten seconds left, Lord Glutton, and the two of you, get ready."

The bard seemed to have an extremely precise sense of time. At this moment, he spoke, picked up the organ with his left hand, and placed his right hand on the strings.

when--

As he plucked the strings with his long, slender, and fair fingers, unexpectedly, no melodious music rang out; instead, a tone filled with vicissitudes and remoteness emerged.

The next moment, Xia Fa was shocked to find that his body had transformed into a musical note. Not only him, but the bard, the gourmet, and the fanatical tomb raider had all turned into different musical notes.

In just a moment, he felt as if he had "whooshed" through layers of space and time, and then he seemed to appear in a beige and very rough world.

As for his body, it was firmly pressed to the floor of this rough, off-white world, unable to move an inch.

"This……"

Just as Xia Fa was about to react, he suddenly discovered that the musical note he had transformed into had "stood up" in this rough, off-white world.

Then, zoom in rapidly.

In an instant, he had transformed back into his original human form.

Looking down, I saw a sheet of music at my feet, placed in front of the second Ancient Mithril Door that was about to close.

Immediately afterwards, three more notes in the musical score "stood up," quickly enlarging and transforming back into the appearance of a bard, a gourmet, and a fanatical tomb raider.

Xia Fa could only marvel at how these entities' methods were truly more bizarre and difficult to defend against than the last.

Fortunately, he's now on the same side as the entities.

Then, strange smells came to my nose. Some smelled sweet like honey but contained a bloody odor, some smelled like flowers with a hint of blood, and some smelled like popcorn with a rusty, bloody odor.

Xia Fa looked around and saw the severely injured Patriarch of Ten Thousand Poisons, the Rose Gardener, the Explainer, and other entities.

Clearly, after being sucked into the chaotic void, they faced combat-related trials, and they lost all of them.

The worst off was the rose gardener, whose entire body was missing halfway, and his wound was covered with tiny roses, but not a single piece of flesh was visible. Just looking at him would drive anyone mad.

Seeing that Lord Xiafa, or rather the Glutton, emerged unharmed from the Chaos Void, and that the bard, the Poison Patriarch, and other entities also appeared with deep remorse on their faces.

“Your Excellency the Glutton, the Bard, we apologize, we…”

The bard then raised a hand, stopping the other entities from apologizing, his voice gentle:

"It's alright. Man proposes, God disposes. You've already done your best."

Xia Fa: ? ? ?

How can someone steal their own famous quotes on the spot?

Okay, it seems this isn't even one of my own famous quotes...

Fortunately, the bard seemed to be very principled, and continued in a reassuring tone:

"These words were not mine, but those of Lord Gluttony. Well, many entities of our Entity Redemption Society have suffered very serious injuries this time. Let's rest for a few months and try again next time."

The story teller is still responsible for trapping those terrifying ancient undead guards, and Lord Gluttony doesn't like to talk. Under these circumstances, only the bard can serve as the leader of the Entity Redemption Society.

With his words, the guilty expressions on the faces of those entities that failed to pass through the chaotic void lessened considerably. After a short rest, they immediately headed to the opposite side of the mine, where the first Primordial Mithril Gate was located.

The storyteller remained seated by the campfire, telling stories and drinking water, seemingly until his mouth was dry. Meanwhile, the university students on the sightseeing boat, unable to escape, appeared engrossed in the storyteller's tales, constantly taking out various snacks to eat.

As for the Primordial Undead Guardians, who had been struggling violently after the entities successfully opened the second Primordial Mithril Gate, they now fell silent and looked at the entities passing by outside the transparent domain of the story teller with disdain.

It seems that the Primordial Undead Guardians have also realized that these entities... have once again failed in their attempt to steal the "Proof of Eternity" from the Primordial Eternal Sea.

The storyteller glanced at the entities and understood what had happened. He calmly nodded to them, signaling them to leave.

Once you exit through the first Ancient Mithril Gate, things seem much simpler. A bard steps forward, points with a single finger, and the magnificent gate immediately opens.

The entities darted out in a flash, and then the bard turned to close the Ancient Mithril Gate.

Xia Fa was about to say that the storyteller and the group of college students in physical form hadn't appeared yet, but suddenly realized something and chose to remain silent.

Sure enough, just as the Ancient Mithril Gate was about to close, the storyteller and the group of college students in physical form suddenly emerged.

Immediately following, a strange knight's longsword composed entirely of runes was about to pierce through the ancient mithril gate and strike the storyteller's back.

boom! ! !

But at this moment, the Ancient Mithril Gate finally closed completely.

Only the mocking laughter of the ancient undead guards faintly drifted from inside the door, seemingly laughing at the physical beings' repeated failures.

Xia Fa frowned slightly, because these ancient undead guardians gave him the feeling that they were of the same origin as the Cleaners. In other words, they were probably also the mortal enemies of the superhumans.

However, the Primordial Undead Guardians were responsible for guarding the second Primordial Mithril Gate, which is probably why they didn't come out to clean up the superhumans throughout the universe.

"Laugh, laugh, let's see if you'll still be laughing after Ms. Bedell comes to me ready..."

Xia Fa sneered inwardly.

"this time……"

Just then, the bard stepped forward, seemingly wanting to explain to the storyteller the situation of the failed mission.

The storyteller waved his hand:

"It's alright. Man proposes, God disposes. Anyway, we still have a year, enough time for us to try a few more times."

Xiafa: ...

Why do these physical entities seem to really like this phrase?

Sure enough, the storyteller immediately continued: