Chapter 743 - 730: As Long As We Reach That Place
Chapter 743: Chapter 730: As Long As We Reach That Place
"Wake up, Slime!" Lin Jun’s mycelium fingers elongated, poking at the gelatinous blob. Each poke left a shallow indentation that quickly bounced back to its original shape.
The eyes on the Slime pointlessly rotated—Lin Jun knew this creature didn’t really have facial features and naturally didn’t see with the makeshift "eyes."
"It’s a Slime Man, you can clearly see the panel..." the Demon King looked at the Mushroom People with glowing caps, "No matter how many times I look, it’s still so incredible. Such a vast soul, yet possessing a unified will."
"Lack of insight... no," Lin Jun paused, adjusting his tone, "Respectable adversary! We meet again finally. Are you interested in having a chat with your opponent, me?"
"..." The Demon King stayed silent for a moment, "Sure, I’m quite curious about you as well."
"What are you planning to do this time around?"
The Demon King shuddered: "Suppose... to save the world."
Suppose...
Yet before Lin Jun could press further, the Demon King asked first: "And you? What are you doing? Conquering the world?"
Lin Jun adjusted the mushroom hat a bit, spun his right hand, and placed it before his chest: "I’m also saving the world, of course! To bring love and peace to everyone!"
The Demon King, now in a suppressed and isolated status, couldn’t see Lin Jun’s panel but recalled seeing Greed amidst their battle from the spiritual sea... and nodded.
Lin Jun then asked, "How much do you know about the Gods?"
"Gods?" The Demon King seemed unprepared for Lin Jun’s direct question, "Why don’t you ask the God behind you this question?"
Lin Jun’s fingers paused: "Why assume there’s a God behind me?"
The Demon King glanced at the soul sea outside the bubble: "Such an unusual and vast soul, if it originally existed in the world, how could there be no record of it? The only ones capable of bringing someone like you here are those Gods."
His thoughts paused with a hint of understanding: "You’re clearly brought here by a God, yet you’re asking me what I think about them—clearly, you two are not on the same page."
Lin Jun didn’t deny.
The Demon King continued, with more clarity in his tone: "But that’s common. Those Gods like to keep the truth hidden, not letting people know their true intentions."
"You still haven’t answered my question." Lin Jun’s twisted mycelium fingers poked again, squeezing and deforming the Demon King.
Only then did the Demon King speak: "A few incompetent individuals who don’t deserve their positions, possessing authority and power, yet only bring calamity to the world. Those approaching mists are proof of their incompetence, aren’t they?"
Lin Jun nodded, agreeing with these words.
Clearly, even though those Gods are supposed to be the world’s rulers, they seem powerless against the impending doom, leaving Lin Jun to find solutions himself—a sign of their incompetence.
However...
"Bring calamity?"
"Aren’t you and I evidence of that?" Lin Jun sensed the Demon King’s mood dip slightly as he spoke.
"Us? Do you mean the roles of Hero and Demon King?"
"Exactly! This identity represents power and conflict. Every appearance is accompanied by war, disaster, and countless deaths."
Three of Lin Jun’s fingers rubbed against the mushroom hat, while two fingers touched his chin: "Let’s not talk about this Hero for now. As far as I know, if the Empire hadn’t invaded the United Kingdom, humans wouldn’t have summoned a Hero, right? Aren’t the Gods responding to people’s prayers?"
"That’s an illusion." The Demon King’s thoughts turned heavy, as if dredged from deep places, "Gods stir conflicts when they need sacrifices. Whether the current world should become a human-bound hell or... a peaceful realm."
"Sounds like you’ve suffered a loss?"
This time, the Demon King didn’t respond.
Lin Jun continued asking, "So why do Gods stir conflicts? For fun? Or souls?"
The Demon King suddenly said: "The Pilot’s Seat."
"What?"
"To learn about your own situation, your fear of the Gods having hidden motives, the answers to these questions—all can be found at the Pilot’s Seat. Just go there, and you’ll understand all the truths."
The Demon King seemed to have guessed Lin Jun’s thoughts, but Lin Jun didn’t rush to question further, waiting for the Demon King to speak on his own.
Indeed, seeing that Lin Jun didn’t engage, after a brief silent contest, the Demon King actively said: "How about teaming up with me? I can take you to the Pilot’s Seat, revealing all the truths to you."
"Ha, and after I know the truth, you’ll stab me from behind and stuff me into the engine as fuel as it burns?" Lin Jun has always approached others with the worst intentions.
Since the Demon King proposed a condition, he certainly wouldn’t easily disclose the answer to the question.
Thus, the bubble began to shrink, and spiritual suppression ensued once again.
"You’re too fixated on the truth," the Demon King said in his final words before being sealed, "Sometimes, ignorance is bliss, just like..."
Facial features vanished, and the Demon King transformed back into a blob of jelly floating in the dark deep sea.
Lin Jun’s perspective detached from the Mushroom People, instantly arriving high above, overlooking his spiritual sea.
Soul, soul, soul!
Everything in this world revolves around souls.
Lin Jun had already started suspecting that this world was powered by soul fuel, with the Gods waiting for him to gather the ingredients, then activate Fury and burn himself to illuminate the world.
However, if that’s the case, why do the Gods go to such lengths?
Why not just forcibly stuff him into the engine directly?
Thinking this way, the truth might not be like that.
Aside from the speculation about "my use," Lin Jun also felt a slight peculiarity.
Within his soul, a very tiny strand seemed to have merged with the Demon King’s small blob of soul.
The feeling was somewhat akin to Xiaoxi’s current situation.
Uncertain whether the Demon King noticed, he certainly didn’t glean anything from the Demon King’s fake face.
Why is it like this?
After all, if souls can indeed fuse, Lin Jun would have absorbed the Demon King’s blob of soul long ago, sparing the trouble of finding other ways to seize Envy.
Lin Jun planned to set up a ritual to invade his own spiritual sea, using a lucky D Level personnel to see what’s really going on.
Sigh... all questions.
The Pilot’s Seat... answers to all questions?
Thinking about his ability to communicate with the Pilot’s Seat through Spirituality, Lin Jun once again tried without holding much hope.
"Hello? Is Death God Old Deng there?"
"Ahem." Spirituality lit up.
!!!
There’s a reply!
Before Lin Jun could consider how to explain, Death God’s voice came again: "Little Mushroom, don’t preach anymore."
Near the end, the voice grew increasingly faint, but managed to finish.
After a brief brightening, Spirituality dimmed again.
Don’t preach anymore? Why?
Also, was it intentionally ignoring calls before?!