The Wandering Soul

It seemed to have noticed the predicament of Calamity and the Horror Main God, Arya guessed that this mortal-bodied main god avatar might be missing a significant portion of the fundamental attributes unique to a main god, and the avatar's memory appeared to be incomplete.

Without any intention of probing into the realm of main gods, Arya thoughtfully explained, "This is a completely ownerless Fantasy Weapon. My lord can inscribe your sequence—that is, the gene fragment of your current mortal body—and then complete the binding, controlling it as you wish."

Blood-droplet binding?

Tang Chuan muttered inwardly, easily grasping Arya's wording. He nodded faintly, maintaining the air of a main god, and did not reply.

Instead, he tucked the Little Tentacle into his belt, wiped his hand on his clothes, and then brought his thumb to his mouth.

Hiss~

He bit down hard on his thumb, but failed to break the skin, only experiencing the sharp pain of ten fingers connected to the heart.

The pain also snapped Tang Chuan back to reality, and he silently cursed cultivation novels for misleading him.

Human incisors simply weren't suited for cutting open skin.

Besides, gene fragments weren't only found in blood!

Tang Chuan calmly endured the pain. His swollen, bitten thumb—its nail scraped across the Metal Sphere.

Whoosh!

Whether it was nail fragments or saliva from his thumb, something triggered a mechanism in the Metal Sphere.

The Metal Sphere floated into the air, projecting beams of light like rays. The beams gathered into a net, seemingly scanning Tang Chuan's physical composition.

In some inscrutable way, after the net of light vanished, Tang Chuan felt a subtle yet undeniable connection form between him and the Metal Sphere.

His mind stirred.

The perfectly smooth Metal Sphere hovering in the air began to shift shape like putty.

Tang Chuan now vaguely understood why Arya called the Metal Sphere a "Fantasy Weapon"!

Through the connection in his mind with the Metal Sphere, Tang Chuan could clearly sense that with just a thought, the Metal Sphere could transform into any shape and function he imagined!

If he imagined the Metal Sphere as a spaceship, it could become a spaceship!

If he imagined that spaceship could travel faster than light, then it could cross the universe at superluminal speed!

Even if he imagined the spaceship could ram and destroy a star, the ship would possess the kinetic energy and strength to do so!

Of course, this fantasy wasn't limitless in power; it had to rely on the Metal Sphere's inherent "Fantasy Attribute."

There would always be an upper limit.

Otherwise, if you could just imagine a weapon capable of slaughtering the Supreme Main Gods, wouldn't that make you invincible?

To beings at the level of Supreme Main Gods, this thing was a mere trifle, unworthy even as a plaything.

Simply put, the so-called Fantasy Attribute was something deities imposed on the weapon—in a sense, a vessel for a portion of a deity's power.

And a vessel of power could never be stronger than its original owner.

Perhaps only some weak lower-tier deities would treasure this thing.

Eh, no—even the weakest lower-tier deity could annihilate the universe I originally came from!

And here I am, looking down on this thing, thinking it's useless?

Where did this absurdly high perspective even come from!

Regardless, this thing is still an unimaginable treasure for me!

Through fantasy, Tang Chuan shaped the Metal Sphere into a form resembling the Quinjet unique to the Magic Shield Bureau in the Manwei Movie.

Before he could perfect the details of his single-person space shuttle, a rumbling sound echoed from outside the Main God Hall.

Looking up, he saw that the Main God Hall had fully merged and entered the Main Universe River.

Another piece of information surfaced in his mind at just the right moment.

That was that the Main God Hall always traveled through the Main Universe in some obscure, unfathomable trajectory.

Only when the main gods needed to convene a meeting would the convener locate the Main God Hall's position and send meeting invitations to the other Supreme Main Gods.

Now that the meeting had ended some time ago, the Main God Hall naturally had to return to its original operational logic and merge back into the Main Universe.

Piercing through the Realm Gate of the Main Universe, the Main God Hall shuttled through the starry river, gradually returning to its trajectory.

And Tang Chuan knew he could leave.

Once again, through fantasy, the Quin Shuttle naturally evolved an interior space suitable for human survival.

Tang Chuan looked at the respectful Arya, placed his arm on his shoulder, and said with satisfaction and authority, "Arya, my most loyal servant, you have done well. The glory of Calamity and Horror shall be with you forever."

Arya pressed one hand to his chest, bowed slightly, and said humbly, "To devoutly serve my lord is Arya's honor."

Tang Chuan nodded. "Return to your place. At the next meeting, I may propose to commend you."

Arya lowered his head. "Thank you, my lord. If you have need, please summon me."

Arya turned into a stream of light, returned to his original shrine, and re-condensed into a bizarre, timeless stone statue.

Tang Chuan let out a sigh of relief. The Quinjet projected a bridge, and he quickly stepped into the cabin.

Click, click, click.

The deployed bridge retracted into the cabin, and the Quinjet rose into the air, spewing blue flames as it breached the "membrane" enveloping the Main God Hall without any resistance, entering the deep void of space.

Chiliu~

Chiliu, chiliu~

Inside the cabin—neither spacious nor cramped—a soft, clear light radiated.

Tang Chuan sat absently in the main control chair on the small bridge, his heart filled with bewilderment.

Endless stars.

Boundless cosmos.

Inside the lonely spacecraft, only the Little Tentacle, crawling across the floor as if familiarizing itself with the new environment and constantly secreting slime, accompanied Tang Chuan, emitting eerie and unsettling sounds.

"Keep it down!" Tang Chuan couldn't help but snap.

The Little Tentacle clearly lacked a distinct auditory system, yet it flinched in fright, seeming somewhat aggrieved and timid as it tilted its head toward Tang Chuan in the main control chair.

Then it truly slowed its movements, and the "chiliu" sounds it made became as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

It could understand human speech?

Tang Chuan was stunned.

Are you a phone or a living creature?

Or both?

Everything I've seen and heard today is enough for me to write a novel when I get back.

It's too absurd and bizarre, beyond the scope of human ideology.

With a sigh, Tang Chuan turned his head and stared absently through the transparent cabin wall at the eternal, brilliant starry river outside, sinking into thought.

Gradually, the adolescent's chance encounter, the surging adrenaline and dopamine, began to fade, replaced by a rising sense of anxiety and loss.

How long has it been?

No idea.

But it's definitely been more than one Earth day—twenty-four hours—and how am I supposed to get back?

My hometown, my family and friends, my chili sauce—is this goodbye forever?

The socks on my nightstand haven't been washed yet; they've been sitting there for three days.

In this vast and lonely cosmic deep, where do I go from here?

Tang Chuan gazed at the eternal, brilliant starlight outside the transparent cabin for a long time, then fell into a profound emptiness.

Countless thoughts began to flood his mind.

He thought of his best friend's crude jokes, the silver strands at his father's temples, his grandmother who always stood waiting at the village entrance, hoping he'd return home for the holidays...

Tears streamed down his face unbidden.

In the unknown depths of space, it was as if a lost soul, starting slow and building to a frenzy, screamed silently, hysterically, unheard.