Is It Him?!!!

Cheng Shi lay limply on the rooftop, staring blankly at the sky from the first rays of dawn to the midday sun, without moving an inch.

He was reviewing the Trials, recalling every detail of it, and wondering how Trials with six con artists had ended.

You should know that when there is only one liar in a Trials, the Trials is likely to produce some unexpected fun.

When there are two con artists, there will definitely be some hilarious moments of perfect understanding during the Trials;

When there were three liars, the Trials was filled with laughter and fun.

Four con artists, and the fun is doubled!

If there are five con artists, then anyone could become a source of amusement...

But if there are six, believe me, this will definitely not be a fun event; it will only be a tragedy.

Cheng Shi's Trials results have already proven everything.

He didn't dwell too much on how the six con artists schemed against each other; he was simply pondering what the five "selves" in that fantasy Trials, which was deduced by the "chaos," truly represented.

Li, Ji, Gao, Zhao, and Su undoubtedly represent five different personalities, but for Cheng Shi, they are different from ordinary personality slices.

Because besides this identity, they also seem to have some slight overlap with certain figures in their Memory.

As Therius said, his self-identity was too high, so high that each of his segments felt that he was himself. There was no Mutual Recognition among them that "I am Cheng Shi", but only the obsession that "I really exist".

When this obsession and fragmented Memory undergo a strange chemical reaction, vivid "others" appear in Cheng Shi's self-delusion.

Why is that?

Cheng Shi asked himself this question more than once, but he couldn't come up with an answer.

Perhaps it's because he observes others with such meticulous detail, perhaps it's because he can always see through other people's hearts, or perhaps it's because he always uses other people's thought processes and logic to reason. In short, the deeper one immerses oneself, the less one resembles oneself.

Yet he remained steadfast in his beliefs, always convinced that he was no one else but Cheng Shi, and could only be Cheng Shi.

It was probably this most "stubborn" obsession that allowed him to win this Trials of fantasy.

Of course, Destiny must have favored Him, and His handiwork is almost everywhere in this script composed entirely of coincidences.

It seems that He doesn't want to become someone else.

Why is that?

Cheng Shi still couldn't guess the answer, but the answer was actually very simple, because in the script he couldn't see, "Destiny" had already left enough hints.

The person surnamed Li chose to give up when embracing Divinity;

The man surnamed Ji, as always, was warlike but once again succumbed to Destiny.

The person surnamed Gao managed to hear things they shouldn't have heard, without anyone knowing.

The man surnamed Zhao, in the face of a life-or-death decision, still resolutely protected himself;

The man surnamed Su thought he had orchestrated a brilliant plan, yet he couldn't escape the humiliating fate of dying.

Each of them is a reflection of Cheng Shi's thinking, a distorted Memory, a slave to obsession... In this chaotic situation, they ultimately could not escape the Destiny of their own "self".

This is: Predestination!

Even though it's constantly changing, there's never a fixed, unchanging Predestination!

Perhaps Cheng Shi couldn't guess the reason because of the missing perspective, but that doesn't matter, he has already taken action on the Predestination path.

This is why someone can become a favorite of Destiny.

But the person involved was completely unaware of this. He remained staring blankly at the sky, his complex expression telling a vivid story. As he pondered, he sighed with endless emotion:

"How about we drink some snot for lunch today?"

I don't seem very hungry.

Yes, the thoughts of the "Destiny" child had already wandered far away; he was never a sentimental person.

"By the way, Mouth Brother, you've never refused when I drink your snot. Does that mean you like it too?"

"·?"

He opened his mouth, but no word came out; then he closed it tightly again.

Sensing Mouth Brother's speechlessness, Cheng Shi laughed, rolling on the ground with laughter.

"I've noticed that you've become dumber since you returned to [Destiny], Mouth Brother."

Yes, that's right, my tongue has become clumsy.

The thought had barely formed when everything went black.

"Mouth Brother!!??"

Cheng Shi was startled and instantly realized that this was not the work of Mouth Brother Zui, but rather that a certain "He" had dragged him into the Void.

"Knock knock... knock knock..."

His heart began to pound.

Who is it?

Who will it be this time?

I hope it's not Memory. I've already broken my oath once—no, twice. It's hard to be a traitor to three masters...

It's best if it's not "Order," because I don't really get along with that chair...

[Nothingness] is acceptable, but it definitely isn't, because the time it took for my vision to go black this time was far too long.

I felt as if I were soaring through the Void, heading towards the end of the universe.

Just as Cheng Shi was wondering if he had been personally crushed to death by some unethical "He", his vision finally cleared up.

A beam of dim light pierced the darkness and entered his eyes. Cheng Shi slowly opened his eyes and looked at his body.

Very good, it's flesh and blood, so let's rule out [death] first.

He then looked in front of him, but this time, there was nothing there.

He saw only endless Chaos energy churning and flowing before his eyes, turbulent air currents swirling and billowing, and thick, viscous yellow fog.

"This is..."

He was stunned for a moment, his mind reeling.

"Buzz—"

He seemed to have already guessed who it was.

Seriously, bro, are you serious?

Just then, a giant hand made of swirling yellow mist abruptly lifted Cheng Shi up and carried him to a platform at an endless height.

This is a real platform, a huge, complete stone slab, on which countless characters are engraved, but each character has been brutally erased by various knife and gun marks.

At the edge of this platform, there was a book so huge that it defied description. Cheng Shi looked up, but still couldn't see the book's border hidden in the thick yellow fog.

He only saw that the "Book of Giants" was cracked, as if it had been torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands, with the fragments turning into scattered stars, and terrifying black holes appearing between the stuck pages.

The separate book cover and back cover resemble a door that has been pushed open, waiting for the lucky one to step inside.

Cheng Shi was stunned; he could hardly imagine where such a desecration of "Order" could occur.

Yes, it is the desecration of Order, not the desecration of Truth.

Because the form of that giant book was not a book of "Truth" that recorded knowledge, but Codex "Order" that copied countless laws and decrees.

It really was Him!

[Confusion]!

Without a doubt, on the other side of this shattered gate of [Order], lies the First God of [Chaos], [Chaos].

Why did He come?

What is He here for?

Didn't participating in the Trials give me extra points? What else could I be dissatisfied with?

If you're satisfied with everything, wouldn't it be better to stay at home?

Socializing is so tiring!

Ah?

Cheng Shi panicked because he realized that the large hand that had brought him there had quietly retreated, and there was no way to retreat behind him. At this moment, the choice was in his hands.

Looking at the "relatively orderly" gate, he couldn't help but break out in a sweat.

The main character has arrived...

To go in or not to go in?

Or, is it possible not to go in?

If I were to enter, would I be His Emissary, Ultraman?

Cheng Shi wanted to ask if the despicable things he did through [Deception] could be excluded from his own name, but he opened his mouth several times but didn't dare to say it.

He feared that Deception and chaos would unite with the disgusting existence, and in that case, the question above could very well become his death sentence.

So, should I be one or not?

My Lord of Grace... you've given me a really big problem...

This pot is too big, I'm afraid I can't carry it!

Help... help me!