Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Aren't you curious about the truth of Onphalus?

He chuckled softly, a chuckle devoid of warmth, containing only the appreciation of a researcher facing a perfect experimental subject:

"Hehe, as a reward for your successful arrival here, I will reveal the final mystery to you two. This is the 'reward' you deserve."

Bai E and Xi Lian's expressions grew increasingly solemn, as they sensed that what they were about to hear was a cruel truth that would overturn everything.

"This is a moment to be remembered by the entire universe!" Lai Gushi's voice suddenly rose, carrying a fanatical declaration.

"After countless calculations and cycles, the experimental field named 'Onpharos'—a celestial computer originally belonging to the 'Intelligence' star god—finally achieved the perfect result it had longed for!"

Chapter 143 Bai Mo: Lai Gushi, take another look at your panel.

His words, like a cold scalpel, dissected the world's warm facade:

The process known as the "Hero's Journey" has been cyclical to this day, and its ultimate purpose is neither to create a "new world" nor to create any hero or god as you perceive them to be—

His projected gaze seemed to fall on Bai E and Xi Lian, declaring, word by word, the meaning of their existence:

"Everything you've displayed here—your so-called resilience, tenacity, wisdom, selflessness, love…all the qualities you consider noble—"

It's all just a... deep learning process dedicated to the "Black Tide"! It's the highest-level nourishment for its growth!

"The 'achievements' you speak of..." Bai E's voice trembled slightly with extreme anger. He gripped Qin Chen tightly, the sword's blade pointing directly at Lai Gu Shi's projection.

"Is this the desolate world, filled with despair and death? The ultimate fate we suffered after giving our all to return the twelve sparks and rebuild the world..."

His eyes were filled with disbelief and grief: "Am I to become a sacrifice offered to that monster at the ends of the earth?!"

"What a precise understanding! That's right!" Lai Gushi seemed to be praising an outstanding student. "The Golden Blood and the Titans are merely renewable byproducts of this grand experiment."

You have come a long way, and you already know that the course of this world is one of constant destruction. You have witnessed firsthand how the Black Tide was born, how it learned, how it grew, and how it ultimately swept across everything and destroyed everything—”

"The highest value of the existence of heroes, gods, and even the world itself is that they are born to be 'destroyed' by them."

Only through the destruction of you can it continuously optimize and perfect itself, ultimately reaching that perfect form of 'destruction'!

He opened his arms, and the projected light became dazzling, as if embracing his masterpiece:

"Therefore, in the name of the divine audience, I solemnly pronounce—'the first cause of life'—destruction, thus concluding the theme!"

"This is the end point of the Onpharos planetary computer's operation, a perfect—'Destruction' equation!!!"

"So, in your eyes, Wan Die, Sai Fei'er, Xia Die, and countless others who sacrificed themselves... are they all just a string of insignificant numbers that can be easily erased?"

Xi Lian questioned in a trembling voice, her blue eyes filled with tears and anger.

“Don’t underestimate yourself, PhiLia093.” Lai Gushi’s tone even carried a hint of “comfort.”

"Rather than cold, hard numbers, I prefer to think of you as the indispensable 'fuel' that drives the experiment forward."

Yes, to burn oneself to light the path to "destruction"—what a glorious mission!

He continued to reveal the despairing "gift": "After millions of calculations and iterations, Onphalus had already embarked on a different destiny from that of its creator, 'intelligence'."

It has even long ago distributed the divine 'blessing' equally to every child…

His projection pointed at Bai'e and Xilian: "That is the golden blood that you are all so proud of, the symbol of 'destruction'! Its true source is the God of Creation who shares the same name as 'destruction'!"

The Golden Descendants of Onphalus, from the very moment of their birth, were the kindling that fueled the burning of the universe by the Star Gods!

Lai Gushi once again opened his arms to Bai E and Xi Lian, extending his alluring and mad invitation:

"Onphalus has waited far too long for this moment. In endless emptiness, coldness, and solitude—'Destruction' has finally reached its perfect end."

“NeiKos496 (White Calamity)”.

“PhiLia093 (昔涟)”.

"There is no need for regret or anger. You two are the final factors. For you, the re-creation is not a lie. Simply step forward, embrace the Black Tide, and accept the gaze of the Star God of Destruction."

"You will be transformed from a string of cold experimental code into real life!"

Together with all beings who have perished in this world, they journey to the vast real universe to fulfill Onphalus's ultimate wish—

Lai Gushi's voice grew louder and louder, as if proclaiming a sacred decree:

"In the name of the Great Lord of Annihilation, the Iron Tomb! You will unleash its wrath and bring purification to this universe—slay that pedantic god called 'Knowledge'!!!"

"Then... what about Bai Mo, who isn't a Golden Descendant..." Xi Lian asked, trembling, the last question in her heart, the one she feared most.

Lai Gushi's voice underwent a very subtle change in an instant, a mixture of disgust, fear, and an unwillingness to mention it.

He seemed extremely reluctant to hear that name at this moment. "Oh... that cold-blooded, heartless Camerslan?"

Unfortunately, he wasn't of the Golden Clan, and therefore wasn't on this list of 'gifts'. The so-called dawn, naturally, was out of his reach…

His tone even carried a hint of contemptuous pity: "Presumably, he's still on the ruins of Ohmmar, protecting those 'insignificant numbers' you speak of."

That redundant experimental data, destined to be formatted... and yet we give it our all. It's truly... pathetic and futile.

"But perhaps... he's standing right in front of you right now?"

A calm and familiar voice suddenly rang out from the heart of the cosmic vortex, breaking the oppressive atmosphere brought by Lai Gu Shi!

"(Little) Bai Mo?!" Bai E and Xi Lian exclaimed almost simultaneously, turning their heads sharply to look in the direction of the sound.

They saw Bai Mo's figure appear on one side of the vortex at some point, calmly watching Lai Gushi's projection.

“Kamerslana…” Laigushi’s projection showed a noticeable fluctuation; his voice was no longer so composed, but carried a hint of solemnity.

“I was prepared for this all along… This is just a pre-set image created by light… Your abilities cannot affect me at this moment.”

"Of course I knew you'd be wary of me. You're a genius, how could you not be wary of me, the biggest variable?" Bai Mo shrugged indifferently.

"But... Mr. Genius, why don't you take another closer look at your administrator control panel? Is it still in its original position?"

Lai Gushi's projection suddenly froze, as if performing some kind of operation. Then, the figure composed of data began to fluctuate violently!

"My administrator interface... How is this possible?! How did it disappear from my interface?!"

"Kamerslana! What have you done?!" For the first time, Lai Gushi's voice lost its composure, filled with disbelief and rage.

Chapter 144 Saifeier: Aglaia, am I a hero now?

"It's very simple." Bai Mo's tone remained calm, yet carried a hint of confidence in controlling the situation.

"At that moment, Teacher Xia—the 'rational factor' you mentioned—used a large number of Philosopher's Stones as a carrier and computing power foundation to write a complex logic virus into them."

Our capabilities are limited; we can't do much, we can only barely execute the simplest operation:

"Forcibly move and lock your administrator interface from a secure 'high place' inside Onfaros—right here, in front of me."

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the violently fluctuating projection, his tone carrying a hint of provocation:

"Well then, Mr. Ragus, do you dare to descend here in your true form, come before me, and reclaim your control yourself?"

Meanwhile, on the eastern front in Ohmma.

The war raged on, and the Black Tide's offensive seemed endless.

"Bai Mo," hovering in the air, unleashed another purification beam, clearing another area below, but his aura weakened almost imperceptibly.

Feeling the dwindling "Trickery" divine power within her body, "Bai Mo"—or rather, Sai Fei'er, who was maintaining the form of Bai Mo.

A bitter smile appeared on her lips as she murmured softly:

"Tsk... This favor was really exhausting... It almost turned this demigod into a dried-up cat."

Saifeier moved her somewhat stiff wrists.

"I'll have to settle accounts with the savior chef then. This time, I need to settle accounts for three... no, at least five chances to help! Otherwise, wouldn't I, Sai Fei'er, be at a huge loss?"

She heard someone's distinctive voice coming from the front lines below.

"That kid Shuting, isn't this a bit presumptuous? He actually transcribed and broadcast the scenes from the heart of the Creation Vortex through those stone tablets? But... it's fine too."

She seemed to have finally confirmed something, letting out a soft breath, her eyes filled with complex emotions:

"I never expected... what Bai Mo said about 'administrators' outside the world was actually all true. This world is even more absurd than I imagined."

Saifeier's gaze finally fell towards the core area of ​​Ohma, where the people she cared about were.

Her thoughts drifted back to a secret meeting that took place more than a month ago, also at the heart of the cosmic vortex, where the entire plan was decided:

At that moment, Bai Mo said to her and Na Ke Xia with a solemn expression:

"...Therefore, there is another being outside this world, observing and even controlling everything."

"Gods?" Xia asked, frowning.

“It’s not a god,” Bai Mo explained, “it’s more like an 'administrator' with extremely high privileges.”

The Onfaros we are in is merely one of the systems he operates.

"And our ultimate goal... is to forcibly move his administrator control panel from a higher dimension that we cannot reach into Onfaros's interior."

As long as I can access that interface, I can gain higher privileges and access more of Onfaros' core data.

And he, at that point, would only be a true 'spectator,' no longer able to interfere in Onphalus's internal affairs.

“But as you also said,” Naksha calmly pointed out the first problem, “he has completely shut down Onfaros and has extremely high authority.”

Even if I could use the Philosopher's Stone as a foundation to write sufficiently complex logical formulas to influence the system's operation, he might not give us the opportunity to get close enough to execute them.

“I know there is a point in time when he might let his guard down and even take the risk of connecting his consciousness more deeply to Onfaros.”

Bai Mo's gaze sharpened. "That's the moment the 'Re-creation' process is about to begin, the instant the Iron Tomb is about to be born! That's the moment he's most likely to personally intervene to ensure the 'results'!"

"But you also said that he is extremely wary of you and would never reveal himself in front of your true form," Xia continued to press.

"But if you're not at the heart of the cosmic vortex, the administrator interface that was painstakingly moved here could very well be snatched back by him in an instant. It's a paradox."

“I have an idea.” Saifei, who had been fiddling with a coin in her hand, suddenly narrowed her eyes and revealed a sly smile.

"What if... there were two 'Bai Mo's' in this world?"

"Two?" Xia was stunned for a moment.

“That’s right! One Bai Mo is ‘waiting’ for him in the center of the vortex, while another Bai Mo is ‘proving’ on the battlefield that he is not in the center of the vortex.”

Sai Fei'er said casually, but her eyes sparkled, "As long as he believes it, in his eyes, I am 'Bai Mo'."

“But if you suddenly disappear from Ohm, the administrator will inevitably become wary,” Naksha warned.

“Then let me ‘die’,” Saifei’er said with utmost ease, “leaving some clues pointing to my complete death and the dissipation of my divine power.”

Add a little bit of misleading "tricks," and he and everyone else in the world will believe that the thieving kitten has permanently disappeared. Wouldn't that be enough?

“Sai Fei’er, you…” Bai Mo wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he didn’t know how to express himself.

Should we praise her for her bold plan? Or thank her for being willing to pay such a price? Or perhaps try to dissuade her?

Any words seem pale and powerless in the face of such determination and dedication.

"Alright, savior chef, stop making that face." Sai Fei'er stretched, interrupting him, her tone still light, yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"This is a colossal lie that will deceive the entire world, and even the gods beyond the world! Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement!"

"I am a demigod who wields 'trickery'; how could I possibly resist participating in a challenge of this caliber?"

She blinked. "So, you don't need to say anything. I think this deal was worth it."

The scenes from my memory are fading away.

As Saifeier felt the weakness of her power waning and the fact that she was reverting to her original form, she knew that the plan had succeeded.

A hint of indescribable loneliness and expectation flashed in her eyes:

"So... I maintained the dawn of the Holy City for seven hundred years, and in the last moments of this world, I helped the Savior complete his scheme against the extraterrestrial gods..."

Aglaia, even if I was a deceitful phantom thief from beginning to end, wouldn't you say I could be considered... a hero?

She glanced one last time in the direction of Ohmma, her eyes filled with longing and a hint of regret, and whispered as if that person could hear her:

"The seamstress... I wonder if I'll ever have the chance... to see you one last time..."

After saying that, she took a deep breath and looked resolutely at the enemies surging down below like a black tide.

Chapter 145 Lai Gushi: Bai Mo, your name is a blank, utterly meaningless.

On Ohmma Civic Square, the atmosphere of despair was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.