There is a theory in this world.

Collectives do not exist, and all groups with more than 100 members are essentially nothing more than strangers bound together by some kind of shared narrative. Because there is a limit to human cognitive ability, relatives, friends, acquaintances - the number of these places is actually limited. And once this limit is exceeded, they can only rely on some kind of man-made common narrative to identify until they form a solid ...... At least temporarily stable cluster structure.

This kind of narrative is very common, and they basically work by 'finding similarities'. Use a piece of land to construct a narrative of 'fellow villagers', and use the same ancient celebrity who can be related to each other to construct a narrative of 'same ancestry'. Use the same type of physical characteristics to construct a narrative of 'homogeneity', and use the same artificially compiled culture or actual history to construct a narrative of 'compatriots'.

They're all made up. In most of the world, there is no such thing as an innate and absolute authority. Able to unite more than 100 intellectual individuals into a group. And they are also necessary, because it is difficult for humans to survive independently in a world that is surrounded by enemies on all sides, so even if it is a blind way, it is necessary to find a means to pinch together multiple human beings and cooperate with each other.

It is sacred, authoritative. Because humans need them to have authority. They cannot be refuted, because if the narrative collapses, the cluster will become a mass of scattered sand. The cohesive group will become fragmented individuals, and will be followed by destruction.

Defeat in the face of natural disasters, defeat in the face of man-made disasters. Defeat in civil strife, defeat in strife.

The members will all die miserably, unless another powerful narrative emerges to gain the approval of these disintegrals, or be forced to agree, for the dawn of survival. Until then, the weak will be wiped out, and only individuals who are strong enough will be able to seize the way to save their lives in the midst of this narrative collapse.

This rule works in many contexts—especially in a creationist worldview.

For the gods do exist and interfere with the fate of all intellectual beings on earth. Any narrative that tries to ignore this objective being will become madman's babble, and in the same way, the narrative that 'the gods created the world, and all the people are creatures of the gods, the people' will be extraordinarily strong, stable, and as authoritative as the laws of heaven and earth. And any challenge that tries to point at it will be as fragile as a mayfly shaking a tree.

It is so solid, so solid that the intellectual beings who live in this world cannot find any substitute that is comparable or even has the possibility of comparison.

And this means that once it is in plain sight, it will collapse irrefutably. Then, even the most courageous warrior will become a coward, and the wisest sage will become a fool. Because they are no longer a group that can cooperate with each other and support each other. Rather, it is a pathetic thing that is forced into darkness, isolated.

They were once the people of the gods, believing that they would have a place to return after death, and that the gods would provide guidance and even shelter when they were confused. And this was even verifiable in the past.

And now, they are no more.

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The sky fell.

The sky is falling is not a descriptive field, but some kind of objectively existing fact. As the pitch-black chasms in the sky shattered, the vast and magnificent burning palaces, and the shattered continents that held them fell from the chasms, all the sentient beings who could witness this horrific celestial phenomenon had a clear realization in their minds.

It was Valinor, the Pure Land of Heaven where the gods lived.

And now, it's collapsing, it's in abnormal eternal darkness, it's falling in the collapse of the Great Barrier that the world has never seen before.

The kingdom of the gods is falling—though I don't know why I can understand it, I can argue it. But all the humans, elves and treants who witnessed it, knew at this moment that Valinor was falling.

It will arrive here in minutes at the latest, and it will wipe out Rivendell without even a slag. And at this moment, there is not even a ray of the light of the gods bursting out, and there is no evidence to prove that the fallen Valinor will not annihilate everything within a radius of a hundred miles.

The kingdom of God has fallen, so what will happen to the gods in the kingdom?

than the fate of being abandoned and disgusted by the gods, that is, the gods are dead, and the kingdom and order of the gods have been destroyed. Because the former can still pray for atonement and wait for new hope, while the latter has no way to redeem it!

You have no place to come, and you have no place to return. 】

From now on, you will be lonely ghosts. You no longer have ancestors to pray for, no more hope beyond life and death]

The gods have reached their end, and you will not end better than them. 】

Here irrefutable facts befall you. Endless fear and despair immediately converged, and even the Fire Ring Nanya could not suppress it at full power, because even the holder of the Ring of Power, Gandalf, who always had optimism and hope, was filled with despair in his heart at this moment!

The world is ruined—and we are going to be destroyed!

Once a terrible consensus was formed, it was unstoppable—he watched almost as the coalition forces that had been so courageous a moment ago crumbled into a mass of sand in an instant. Seeing that the predator herd that was already in danger and might lose all its morale nodes in the next moment and completely retreated, he gained hope of turning defeat into victory.

The coalition forces are crumbling, and all fronts are falling apart. Many brave warriors were killed in an instant, and the few fourth-order behemoths that were morale nodes also gained respite from the battlefield at this moment.

They're regrouping, they're retaking the battlefield - Gandalf was in a trance, and the mighty beast that had been suppressed by his sword staff struggled out. The sharp, thick twisted arm swept sharply enough towards his skull.

He was able to block it with ease—he should have been able to do it easily.

He watched the shadow approach like a dull old man, and he saw the black shadow of death entangled him like 'fate'.

- I...... What are you doing?

He thought.

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- What am I doing?

Zheng Zhe's brain was thinking—he wasn't supposed to be thinking, but he was thinking.

He had seen the three golden dragons spawn and annihilate, and he had seen the sky disintegrate and shatter.

He's thinking – he can't take 'him'.

He watched Haotian enter the Fallen Heaven mode, and the wounds caused by his struggling to unfold the 'Hundred Soldiers' Tomb could only be said to be painless.

It doesn't hurt or itch - it should have more power. However, at this moment, he was unable to knock down the opponent in front of him.

The Demon Axe is breaking.

The dragon's blood armor was cracking, and Onexia's dragon soul was roaring in pain.

After obtaining the power of the fallen sky, Haotian was covered with pitch-black qi and light. They were mixed with Levatin, which represented calamity and destruction, and erupted with unprecedented power.

- I'm going to die.

The power of the Fallen Heaven stretched across Levatine's blade, turning into a dark red light knife that spread for miles. Everything withered where it grazed, and even at a distance of hundreds of meters, everything – whether wood or stone or steel – burned violently.

Zheng Zhe blocked the first sword, his tomahawk cracked all over the place, and the weapon in his hand was about to leave it.

Zheng Zhe dodged the second sword, his armor melted under the scorching crimson light blade, obviously without the direct attack of the first sword, the damage he suffered was greater than before.

Why is this happening?

Why did you suffer even more serious injuries when you managed to dodge?

Is it because you are trying to escape and not coping with it head-on? Or is it ...... Are you just objective, predestined, and about to be defeated?

- I...... What exactly is being done?

Zheng Zhe thought. The world slowed before his eyes as if it had been soaked in amber. Nothing escapes his observation.

However, in this slow world, the huge and sharp dark red light blade wrapped in the Sword of Calamity was slashing towards the center of his eyebrows at an unexpected speed.

His own perception can no longer catch up with the blade in front of him. His own body has been unable to successfully avoid it. All you can do is gather the strength of your whole body and do your best to block the light blade in front of you. Or defeat under the blade of light.

- I can take this sword.

Zheng Zhe struggled to raise the tomahawk.

- I...... Won't be easily killed by this kind of thing.

The river of death in his body was boiling, and countless 'lives' were surging in his heart. Like armor, like a legion, guarding him. He felt as if he could successfully resist the destructive force in front of him, and even if he couldn't, the river of death in his body could offset the trauma this time.

That's how it should be.

The blade of light was about to touch the great axe, and before it could arrive, the blade was melting.

There seemed to be a call from a companion in the distance, as if anxious, as if panicked. But there is no help that can be most useful.

That's how it should be...... Is it?

Bloodarmor's handarmor is shattering, and the flesh that wraps around bones is evaporating. The number of 'lives' used to counteract trauma was reduced by tens of thousands in an instant. However, even if it had reached this point, the deadly blade of light had not completely descended!

Zheng Zhe saw a vision—he saw himself die under the Blade of Calamity. Seeing the sky fall was accompanied by the defeat of the indigenous coalition forces. Seeing his companions die one by one, and seeing the Middle-earth team completely lose this time on the battlefield.

Zheng Zhe saw another illusion - he saw that he had survived after consuming all the 'lives' in the Dead River. Seeing the fourth sword falling, Jiang Yu, who was entangled with another powerful enemy, burst out with a glow all over his body. Jiang Yu unlocked the genetic lock of the fourth order and saved the local battlefield. However, the coalition was still destroyed, the Lord of the Rings was lost, and the powerful Middle-earth team had to leave tragically in blood, paying a lot of price before barely getting out of despair.

Zheng Zhe saw another illusion - he survived, but Jiang Yu failed to break through the strength. It took a great deal of money for the companions to break free from this quagmire. Many familiar faces left him, but the pursuit of the enemy never stopped. There are fewer and fewer people around, and the state is getting worse and worse. And in the end, there were only a few people left who could still struggle, and even if there were only a few people, there were still some people who couldn't even pay the team's negative score - when he finally returned to the main god space, only one of the twenty teleportation pillars of light hung down.

He saw a lot.

He saw his own failures, and the ripple effects of his own failures.

He didn't know if it was a prophecy or his own delirious fantasies. He only knew that the blade of light was about to fall, and now he might be able to block it, but he definitely couldn't escape it.

Why is this happening?

There are no answers in my head, but fragments emerge. He remembered his sudden outburst as he fought the Firefiend in the dark depths of Moria. I recalled myself at that time, and what came to my mind.

[Comfortable] - At that time, my mind was full of such thoughts.

The meaning of being at ease is to be carefree and unfettered. In other words, not under everything.

What is not below, is above. The thing that drives this mood can be called jealousy, but it can also be expressed by the word enterprising. Of course, if you choose a neutral word, you can also choose self-esteem or ambition. However, no matter what method is used to embellish and explain, its inner meaning will clearly emerge in his thinking.

- I am not satisfied with the current position, I expect a better and more suitable place.

- "Exactly. ”

The light blade cut off the demon battle axe, tearing the dragon's blood armor, and the man's subconscious arm raised to block was cut off and then vaporized. The 'lives' accumulated in the Dead River lost more than 90 percent in an instant.

It will reach the center of Zheng Zhe's eyebrows, and death may be in the next microsecond.

The world has finally come to a complete standstill.

Everything in front of Zheng Zhe's eyes turned into nothingness, and then it was reconstructed into a huge circular conference hall. There are trillions of people participating in the conference, and every participant looks like him.

"You have finally begun to face your essence, Zheng Zhe, who hosts this body for us." The trillions of participants were all staring at him. At this moment, he knew that the number of participants was the total number of cells in his body.

"You expect a better position, and we have the same idea."

The participants had a common will, but at the same time, they were in a chaotic mess.

Because every cell is no longer satisfied with the status quo, and no longer thinks that it is necessary to fulfill the old responsibilities until they reach their proper position.

The narrative collapsed.

The individual is no longer subordinate to the group, and the concept of [we] is forcibly erased at this moment.

(End of chapter)