177: Chapter 177: The Rule of the Game is to Customize 177: Chapter 177: The Rule of the Game is to Customize Li Mumu turned her head and the first thing she saw was a pair of golden vertical eyes, reminiscent of a lizard’s.
The eyes of that cold-blooded animal appeared directly in her mind.
Then they were suddenly swallowed whole by the blooming blood-colored Manjusaka.
When she came to her senses, Li Mumu rubbed her eyes and saw a Priest standing not far away, his two golden eyes uncontrollably brimming with blood-colored tears.
However, he seemed unconcerned about it, still staring intently at Li Mumu, and said expressionlessly in a deep voice, “Miss Li Mumu, I am very interested in what you just mentioned about Time-Space Retrospection.”
Li Mumu ignored him and turned to ask Li Ya, “Did you foresee this outcome?”
This time, it was Li Ya’s turn to remain silent.
“I guess you didn’t see this coming, because…
this isn’t your line of fate.”
Li Mumu squinted her eyes, looking at her mother who strived to maintain an elegant smile and said, “I’ve told you, the current me is no longer the me of the past.
I might not yet have finished the book ‘String Theory’, but I have already grasped its core concept.”
“Madam…”
“Sorry, please wait a moment.”
Li Mumu waved her hand, continuing, “The essence of String Theory isn’t that all things are an illusion but, more precisely, your understanding of String Theory is that all things are an illusion.”
Being ignored twice in a row, the Priest’s face may have remained expressionless, but his gaze grew colder as he stepped forward, raising his hand to touch Li Mumu’s shoulder.
A flash of blood—!
Before he could feel the pain, an arm extended from behind Li Mumu had already plunged a surgical knife into the palm of his hand.
“Some believe fate hangs over their heads, while others believe they are stepping on it—both theories are correct, or rather, valid.”
“The game rules of this world aren’t that all rules are correct, but that all reasonable rules are valid!”
Li Mumu, with one pair of eyes looking at Li Ya and another pair at the astonished and angry Priest, opened both mouths and spoke in different voices.
“Simply put, our world is like an open-source game project.”
“The original author, the sole Creator, established the underlying framework of this world.”
“Then opened it up for licensing, allowing other authors to create fan works within this world.”
“On the premise that the underlying framework remains unchanged, any secondary settings regarding game characters and gameplay, as long as they are interesting enough, can be acknowledged by the readers.”
“Therefore, a poor, unrestrained witch with exposed underarms is reasonable.”
“A monster sage who can traverse Otherworlds driving a dump truck is also reasonable.”
“The ‘String Theory’ created by the Grand Sorceress Mephistopheles Planck is reasonable.”
“The ‘Sutra of Guiding the Deceased to the Afterlife’ authored by the Guiding Bodhisattva is also reasonable.”
“The truth is not important, what’s important is being reasonable!”
“The most important thing in playing a game is the joy of the gaming experience, and my first playthrough was relatively enjoyable.”
“Now that I’m on my second playthrough, it’s time to take things a bit more seriously.
After all, your daughter, although indeed a shut-in addicted to virtual reality games, occasionally needs to get out of bed to grab some food.”
Li Mumu firmly grasped the Priest’s hand that had been pierced by the surgical knife, darkness as black as ink swirling in her right eye.
“Mr.
Priest, I’ve heard your voice, it seems like you were saying to someone…
where is your Promised Land?”
“Exactly where?
Be more specific!”
The Priest’s stiff face revealed a hint of arrogant smile as he snorted coldly through clenched teeth, “You are not a follower of my Lord, why should you care…”
His injured palm suddenly turned rough and hard, and his nails became sharp talons, attempting to twist and break Li Mumu’s seemingly fair and delicate fingers.
But as he mutated, countless Red Strings burst forth from Li Mumu’s sleeves, wrapping around his arm in coil after coil.
“You can only foresee and interfere with your own destiny, and that part which becomes entangled with it.
However, for the destinies of others, especially those ripples that have nothing to do with you, you have no power at all.”
“Just like when the Jewish People wrote the Old Testament, the so-called omniscient and omnipotent God who created the world and mankind, the limit of what he could do in their story was to punish the Pharaoh of Egypt with ten plagues.”
“Why are there no records of God fighting the gods of Egypt, Greece, or the Nordic gods?
Is it because of modesty and humility?”
“Could it be simply because they could only touch that part where the ripples intersect, unable to affect other strings?”
Behind him, Li Mumu still had the leisure to continue chatting with Li Ya, “Actually, from the moment you fed me the medicine, I understood that you’ve been deceiving me.
It’s not that all is an illusion, but rather you wanted me to accept and believe in your theory that all is an illusion.”
“The more I believed, the more our vibrational frequencies aligned, allowing you to interfere more deeply with my destiny.”
Li Ya held up her hands and said coldly, “If you continue to go mad like this, no one can save you.”
“Eh?”
Li Mumu exclaimed in surprise, “Is being a bad child who doesn’t listen to their parents a sign of madness?
Then right now I’m definitely not crazy because my dad once taught me a principle—to not always reflect on oneself when faced with a problem.”
Behind her, an endless number of Red Strings almost submerged the entire corridor.
The Priest’s body rapidly swelled, with a layer of brass-colored scales appearing on his body surface, and his head completely transformed into that of a lizard, with sharp Bone Spurs growing out of his spinal column.
But he wasn’t looking to attack; he wanted to escape.
The Red Strings spouting from Li Mumu’s sleeves wound around his body in layers, impossible to tear apart with sheer force; and at this time, Li Mumu was adding fuel to the fire, biting her fingertip to quickly write on the wall beside her.
“Moha Jiedi, Bodhisattva who Guides the Dead!”
In the air, a faint sound of Sanskrit chanting resounded, containing no mercy within its melody, only raging karmic fire and boundless slaughter.
“Answer my question!”
Li Mumu’s voice thundered in the Priest’s ear, “Where is this Promised Land you speak of?”
“In the East!”
Intense fear ravaged the Priest’s mind, forcing the words from his lips, “On that most ancient of lands, that is what Lord promised us…”
“No damn promise to you counts!
That’s my home!”
Li Mumu raised her hand, pointing at the Priest, her gaze ice-cold.
“What right does your Lord have to give away what belongs to others as gifts?
Was it agreed upon by the original owner?”
“Taking without asking is called theft!”
“The cause is set, the judgment imminent, Red Lotus Hell awaits your Lost Soul!”
“Die!”
As her words fell, the Priest’s massive body suddenly stiffened, countless Red Strings injected into him, wildly devouring his flesh, then growing out from within him and blooming like Blood-Colored Manjusaka.