Game Transmigration: Saving The World Again 1000 Years Later
/ Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later Chapter 216 – 216 Ironclad Rule
216 Ironclad Rule
Currere, Cage, Holy Spirits, Jailer, Astral World, Moon Realm…
As a reason to destroy the world, this was terrible.
If he were still the Spellblade who only cared about swinging his sword, he would have dismissed this person as just another lunatic trying to destroy the world for no good reason.
The Doomsday Watchers had dealt with enough of those in the past.
But now that he was a high-level Moon Realm overlord, Blake had seen the inner workings of the world and couldn't help but have doubts stirred from these seemingly crazy words. Or rather, he doubted the truth of the world.
In Currere, thoughts only became reality when practical action was taken. As a reflection of thought, the Moon Realm were intrinsically thoughts.
No matter how perfect and lifelike an architect's blueprint was, as long as he didn't build the building one brick at a time, this building would never appear in Currere.
But in the Moon Realm, as long as someone had a detailed blueprint in their mind and a strong enough will to believe in it, their thoughts became reality.
This prophet wanted to create a utopia in the Moon Realm where everyone could achieve their desires, but in Currere, the seven jailers known as Holy Spirits kept everyone imprisoned and reliant on their actions to achieve their ideals. Most of the time, it was even impossible for them to do so no matter how hard they worked.
“Is that so? I'm just an ordinary Moon Realm overlord, so I don't know much about these things. Maybe you could explain this perfect utopia in the Moon Realm to me?” Blake asked sarcastically.
“Besides, it's not like no humans have ever entered the Moon Realm. From what you're saying, the idea of creating things in the Moon Realm just by will alone seems ridiculous to me.”
In fact, even an aberrant like a magic chanter with exceptional mental strength could only fly in the Moon Realm.
As the girl lay dying, she shook her head and spoke to Blake.
“Think about it. Is your mind holding you back? I don't think so. Take William Kane, for instance.”
When the girl said this name, her face revealed an expression mixed with admiration and pity.
“He's the Presiding Judge and his mental strength is just as strong as most Void Sovereigns. But even he has to rely on spells to use magic in the Moon Realm. But you, with a mental strength far weaker than his, can use your will to create things freely in this domain. Do you know why?”
Seeing Blake remain silent, the girl smiled and continued, “It's because the common sense of this world has trapped him. Whenever he tries to imagine something specific, a force tells him it's impossible. These two forces cancel each other out. But when you became the Moon Realm overlord, you broke through the shackles of common sense. Only then could you create things within your authority.”
“Common sense?” Blake repeated in confusion.
“We call all powers—magic, authority, the Moon Realm—Transcendent. But have you ever thought about what it means for them to be called Transcendent?”
The malicious smile on the girl's face made Blake feel disgusted.
Before Blake could answer, the girl said in a solemn tone, “It means there are ironclad rules called ‘Mortality' above these powers that bind all of us equally. Breaking those rules is our goal. Compared to this great undertaking, William Kane's desire to make magic universal using Astral Circuits is just child's play.”
Blake didn't want to speak to the girl anymore.
He plunged the pitch-black sword in his hand into her chest.
The other party showed no emotion as she looked at Blake and said, “So, consider the true nature of this world. Observe it with your own eyes. Then, decide whether this cruel world is as worthy of protection as your Presiding Judge asserts.”
In response, Blake drove his sword two inches further into the other party's chest, causing her to fall silent.
Based on his past experiences fighting the Touch of Disaster, this would expel the other party's strength from the prophet's body.
As for the girl, who was the vessel for God's Descent, she was on the brink of death after such a severe injury. It seemed she could pass away at any moment.
Therefore, the sword in Blake's hand began to glow with holy white patterns from the hilt. These patterns traveled all the way to the blade and materialized into tentacles that emitted a gentle light. They clung to the girl and trembled slightly with her weak heartbeat.
The other party's barely perceptible breathing started to stabilize again.
Although Blake had not completed the Void Sovereign's advancement ritual and did not have the power to determine the life and death of mortals with a single thought, as a high-level Moon Realm overlord, it was easy for him to use his strength to keep a person alive temporarily.
“I'll have the Presiding Judge treat her later…” Blake muttered to himself absentmindedly.
At that moment, Blake was still thinking about what the other party had said.
The so-called ironclad rule of Mortality.
He had indeed sensed this.
Or rather, it touched on something he hadn't been willing to mention until now.
When Black Crow Gaze had fused with the Dawn Fortress, Blake had been enveloped by an indescribable pressure.
He hadn't complained about it, but the feeling of being trapped in a matchbox was real.
So, could this mean that Currere is…
Blake realized that the other party was guiding his thoughts and immediately shook his head, interrupting his thoughts.
No matter how noble the other party's motives seemed, they still wanted to achieve their goal by destroying Currere.
Understanding this was enough.
With this in mind, Blake's doubts naturally dissipated.
Even as a Moon Realm overlord, he still had a human soul.
He didn't know how the Presiding Judge had done it, but William had still maintained his human personality while reviving him as the Father of the Crows.
In a way, this was a miracle on the same level as resurrection itself.
The Presiding Judge had often guided Blake after that, telling him to fight in a way he could understand and not get intoxicated by his consolidated power.
“Remember, the Moon Realm's madness gives you the illusion that you can control everything, but that's only an illusion. The value of being lucid is being lucid itself. If illusions could really be woven into reality, why would the Moon Realm need to cause so much trouble in Currere?”
That's what the Presiding Judge had told him back then.
With this in mind, Blake suddenly pulled the sword out of the other party's chest.
Why hadn't he noticed such an obvious loophole until now?
“You're not a prophet at all! We were all deceived by you!”
Blake suddenly shouted at the girl, who seemed to be dead, his face filled with frustration.
The girl took her last breath after the sword was pulled out. For a moment, Blake thought he might have been wrong.
But…
“How did you discover it?”
The girl got up from the ground, her movements stiff like a marionette being pulled up.
“By comparing the Moon Realm to Currere to prove that we're in a prison. You'd gotten ahead of yourself,” Blake replied to the ‘girl' in front of him.
“What's wrong with that?” the girl asked.
“The Moon Realm is born from the thoughts of living beings in Currere. If Currere is a prison, the Moon Realm is a cage in a prison,” Blake explained.
The girl shook her head.
“I feel a little sad to hear someone who almost became one of us say such things… In addition, I'm very curious about something.
“If a Moon Realm overlord's heart explodes, will they die like mortals?”
As soon as she finished speaking, a hole suddenly appeared in Blake's chest.
Chapter end
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