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Chapter 773: God Is Dead

In the blink of an eye, time freezes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And in the snap of a finger, a torrent of light that destroyed the dimension swept in.

In this silent world, a terrifying struggle is being staged to destroy and reshape the world again and again!

Facing the gray torrent swept like a surging tide, Bai Shuo's feet stopped, raised his head, and slowly raised his palms, his five fingers together like knives.

In the midst of the shaking that was enough to make the world begin to collapse, he watched the torrent of final oblivion come expressionlessly, took a deep breath, and spit out a long sigh like a dragon's groan.

At that moment, he raised his head and looked seriously at Nietzsche's face.

On that face, which was indifferent from beginning to end, there was a hint of fanaticism and immersion at this moment.

Immersed in this all-out battle, Nietzsche finally found a trace of battle worthy of his own serious and all-out struggle in this fate of constant negation and denial!

For some people, life has meaning for just a few moments.

And for Nietzsche, I'm afraid he is also looking forward to such a moment the most, right?

Is it to deny Bai Shuo? Or was it denied by Bai Shuo?

On the scales, the originally absolutely equal weight quietly appeared a slight tilt that could not be ignored.

The miracle he had been waiting for for so many years was about to take place.

At this second, Bai Shuo once again felt the resonance and vague memories coming from the other side of the distant time, and in the countless intricate emotions and voices, he showed a trace of melancholy and joy.

Once again, he immersed himself in the memory of countless repetitions, laughing with the shadow that had faded to the point of losing its traces, and whispered with joy: "Devour, drink, enjoy, there is no joy in death!" ”

Enjoy this before you die...... Last pleasure!

In the next instant, the palm of the hand that rose up fell.

The world quietly set off a wave of collapse, and the chaotic gray torrent was like a rushing ocean tide suddenly hitting a solid reef under this invisible and substantial chopping, and suddenly came to a standstill, and then was slashed to pieces by the brilliant divine power and terrifying power carried in it!

Under the blow, the torrent that finally erupted dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the swirling galaxy in the sky instantly fell into extinguishment, suspended in the middle, like a crystal cube of a peerless work of art—a gap silently cracked out above the kingdom of God.

In the next moment, the unstoppable collapse began.

Behind the starry sky, the cube world silently collapsed, tearing a poignant rift that exposed the Endless Storm.

In the operations room of the core world, crimson lights and high-pitched alarms suddenly appeared.

Everyone stared blankly at the structure of the world on the big screen.

The huge individual composed of countless cube worlds suddenly stopped spinning, wailed, and began to collapse!

A terrifying wave burst out with Bai Shuo's slash, smashing the chaotic torrent and slicing through the cube world, never stopping, roaring out towards the front!

Along the way, all the cubes appeared in a terrifying crack under this terrifying blow, and after a few snaps of a finger, they suddenly collapsed into dust under the destruction of the rules.

The crimson divine might has not stopped, and is still speeding forward.

At this point, the blow tore everything in front of him, even the barriers formed by the overlapping of countless worlds would be screaming and burning under this terrifying slash.

And under the impact of divine power, in the cube world where the wreckage barely remained, the divine kingdom of the crystal was finally completely annihilated.

Hundreds of Nietzsche's figures dissipated into ashes under that blow, and in the end only half of the wreckage fell from the shattering flash of crystal.

From the starry sky, fall into the dust.

Miraculously, there was still a trace of vitality like a candle in the wind, and Nietzsche slowly opened his eyes in the wreckage and coughed up scarlet blood.

Under that blow, all of his barriers, strength, and soul were shattered, and even the posture that evolved into a galaxy degraded back to its original appearance...... Imminent death.

In front of him, Bai Shuo looked down at Nietzsche, whose body was slowly cracking, and said indifferently: "It's over." ”

As if laughing, Nietzsche in the ruins, his chest vibrated weakly, making a sound of exhaustion, but it sounded more like a sigh.

Bai Shuo's face was reflected in his pupils, and the corners of his mouth pulled up an inexplicable smile, and he whispered: "The revenge is revenge, don't you want to say something?" ”

Bai Shuo thought silently for a while, and slowly shook his head: "I sometimes don't talk much. ”

"Really?" Nietzsche laughed again, his blue pupils seemed to drift into the distance, and whispered, "It's a pity, I want to hear what my epitaph looks like." ”

Bai Shuo looked into his eyes and read the time recorded on his body.

Countless memories flashed through in an instant, and he finally found what he could say.

Slowly bending down, he pressed his palm to Nietzsche's hair and whispered as if Nietzsche had done before he last died, "Godwithyou." ”

As if returning to the rainstorm in Berlin again, the smile on Nietzsche's lips spread, shaking his head with the last of his strength.

This time, he finally found how to answer this sentence.

"God is dead."

He whispered, his eyes closed sleepily.

With the last relief and anticipation, in the last moment, he started the funeral that had been prepared long ago with a smile.

The dialectical procedure of the soul - 'exsistofacultas' (residual inner meaning) is initiated.

It's as if someone whispered in his ear: God is dead, and everything will be re-evaluated.

So, the long-stagnant thinking began again.

On the basis of the theories and memories accumulated in this life, the dialectical process begins.

The title of the treatise is: The Meaning of Self-Being.

In the soul that was about to collapse, countless materials and memories surged like a tidal wave, and at that moment, it was analyzed at an almost incredible speed.

A snap of the fingers contains twenty moments, a moment contains twenty thoughts, a thought contains ninety moments, and an instant contains nine million births and deaths.

Before the arrival of this one in nine million deaths, he began to think.

God is dead, so I will never hear that mocking laughter again.

Liberate all shackles, think, think, think......

At that moment, his thinking consciousness transcended the light, overriding the flow of time, extending towards the past and the future.

And just as he began to collapse in his consciousness, an inexplicable voice sounded again, repeating the words he knew so well.

We were born under the stars, and we ran wild in the passage of time.

Neither a sage nor a god, let him know that he is small......

This is the declaration of the prophet, but all he always cares about is the last sentence,

Standing on the pinnacle, proclaiming the meaning of one's existence in the infinite world......

What is the meaning of his existence?

What is the purpose of God, who is in the name of fate, to create himself?

He didn't know, so he thought desperately, so he searched desperately.

This is a problem that has plagued me all my life.

The clouds scatter the name of the moon, and the water falls.

So, as long as all foreign objects are eliminated and negated, that kind of thing can appear, right?

Then let's begin, with the 'negation' talent that we have, and start the endless negation!

In that insignificant gap of time between birth and death, the thinking and dialectic that covered the entire infinite dimension began!

Introduction - God is dead and everything needs to be re-evaluated.

Negative, go!

World, Time, Cause and Effect, Fate, Race, Distance, Temperature...... The world in his mind began to dissolve.

The existence of the image slowly fades away in cognition, until finally, in his world, there is nothing left.

There was no color or size, and he was so empty that he didn't even have the concept of 'emptiness', and he finally found what he had been looking for.

At this moment, the final answer, he finally understood.

For a moment, a sudden sense of relief and sorrow filled his soul, and he smiled sadly in the midst of this fall to death.

Nietzsche's existence, meaningless!

Yes, the original self is the person who does not need to exist in this world, and cannot exist in this world.

From the factors born of the loopholes and rebellions of the world, his consciousness is derived, and he is born with the talent for negation.

The continuous evolution of the infinite world produces not only leaps and bounds, but also gaps and loopholes left by the interweaving of various rules, and even ...... Virus!

He was born out of it, and he was destined to be intolerable to the world, even if the world was large enough to be called infinite.

He didn't know why he was reborn as a human being, and why he was born in a world where he forgot his name.

The first time I opened my eyes, I saw gray bars, and the first two colors I learned to recognize were black and white on the prison uniform.

The man named Nietzsche was born prematurely from prison.

And now, born from prison, he is about to die in prison.

This was his fate, even if he escaped from a small prison to a bigger prison.

All you get from thinking desperately is the merciless laughter of God and fate, and you have the opportunity to change the world, but you are killed by the desired salvation.

God is dead, but he has left him with mocking laughter in advance.

From the beginning, from the moment of his birth, he was a man who was destined not to live, because he stood in opposition to everyone.

Do you want to accept the evaluation of fate with relief, and then die?

You don't need to think about it, the answer is in your heart.

No, never!

Even if there is no point in one's own existence, then one must be able to have the existence of variables that God cannot predict.

In the fall to death, there may have been only a moment, but he left behind his last smile.

After a lifetime of fighting with God or the game of fate, the end has been settled at this moment, but he still has the only remaining chess piece.

Since this body is 'meaningless' and unacceptable, then it is good to deny it!

And so begins, he whispers in the moment of his demise: the final denial.

Introduction - If you don't turn to ashes, how will you be reborn?

Deny it, the existence of itself!

The final dialectic began with the program composed of the spirit son in the brain, erasing all traces of his existence in the world.

In an instant, observations from countless dimensions unfold simultaneously.

Erase one's own existence from the level of rules, dissipate one's will from the soul, eliminate one's own history from the dimension of time, and outlaw the causes that cause oneself from the law of cause and effect.

Before falling to his death, he dissipated from the fall with a smile.

The 'negative good' dies here, or rather...... Bot. William. Nietzsche never appeared in this world!