Who is about to die?
Qin Ze looked at it again in disbelief.
It's confirmed that Old Huang is going to die.
It was so sudden, there was no warning at all.
The Dharma King said, "The prelude was at the beginning; it must have been torn up."
The other clones were slightly surprised.
"How come the Dharma King has suddenly become so smart?"
"Goodness, who can tell you apart from Brother Devour?"
"A bunch of idiots, I can tell them apart."
"I can too."
"Yay! You're all smart!"
"..."
Qin Ze's actions were utterly incomprehensible.
Could it be because of the second-generation Star Gate?
Old Huang sacrificed his life for this, which was perhaps too selfless.
Qin Ze moistened his fingertips with saliva and eagerly turned to the next page.
If the old folks are ultimately wiped out by the Strange Beast, I won't die in peace.
[ Star Gate is the culmination of my life's work, my greatest masterpiece; those old fogies don't deserve it at all.]
[Damn it! The thought of dying before them makes me so angry!]
Between the lines, Qin Ze could easily discern Old Huang's deep resentment.
My son-in-law came to see this old man, frail and nearing the end of his life, again today. He's the only one with a conscience.
[He wanted to give me a portion of the Source of God of War, but how can a true man accept charity?]
[Okay, actually it's because different Source of God are not fully compatible. It's better to die with dignity than to live a muddled life.]
[ The God of War talked to me a lot today, including the current strengths and weaknesses of both sides, and his concerns about the future situation.]
Most importantly, cracks have appeared in the Star Gate.
Qin Ze's brows furrowed in surprise.
Has the second-generation Star Gate cracked?
[Sigh~ Maybe I've reached my fatigue level; it's not the original Star Gate after all.]
[Before, the old folks never seemed to cross the Star Gate to cultivate, but now that the second-generation Star Gate is here, they're all getting up at the crack of dawn to practice.]
[Laozi's Star Gate was also gradually becoming overburdened.]
Qin Ze roughly understood the psychology of the gods.
During the period when the Star Gate was lost, the gods were beaten to the ground by the Strange God, and probably developed PTSD from the beating.
Now that the second-generation Star Gate exists, the gods, remembering the fear of being dominated by the Strange God, have naturally become more diligent.
After all, nobody wants to be eaten by the Strange God.
Old Huang was probably tired of it all and no longer wanted to be the person in charge of this Land of the Gods.
Do your best and leave the rest to fate.
I've done what I was supposed to do; now it's up to the gods and Myriad Races to decide their own fate.
[Sigh~]
It's just a pity about that child.
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows and looked at Miss Sword Case beside him.
Miss Jianxia was standing nearby, poking at Qin Ze and the puppets' shadows with two dolls, thoroughly enjoying herself.
She wasn't interested in that garbled book full of gibberish and couldn't understand why her best friend was always holding it and grinning like an idiot.
Qin Ze suddenly looked up, startling Miss Sword Case Box.
She quickly hid the two children behind her back and pretended nothing had happened.
"Wh... what's wrong?"
Qin Ze touched Miss Sword Case with a touch of tenderness.
He had never seen Old Huang sigh so much in his diary before.
That child, without a doubt, refers to Miss Sword Case.
He really did build Miss Sword Case inside the Star Gate.
Miss Sword Case has never known what it means to refuse.
If you ask her for help as a friend, she will absolutely do it without hesitation, even if it's something she doesn't like.
She really values the word "friend".
Hehehe...
Miss Sword Case kept giggling; she enjoyed this kind of interaction between friends.
Qin Ze murmured, "Some things are better forgotten."
Upon hearing this, Miss Jianxia immediately straightened her back. "No! I don't want to be Bai Chi!"
Qin Ze patted her head. "You look very energetic."
Go have fun, I'll call you if I need anything.
Miss Sword Case immediately called the child to continue their artistic creation next to the Abyss Puppet.
Brother Devour sighed softly, "Truly pitiful."
Qin Ze couldn't help but wonder, if he were the Desolate God, what would he do?
Shaking his head, Qin Ze continued looking behind him.
I've decided, I'm going to use the rest of my time to do something meaningful!
[From today onward, I will write in my diary every day, putting everything I have learned in my life into it.]
Qin Ze's heart raced. Was he finally about to witness the true inheritance of the Desolate God?
However, when he turned to the next page and saw what it contained, he almost tore the Chronicle of Time apart.
[Year 13,320 of the Divine Calendar]
[I'm about to die, and I'm still giving myself work. I must have so much free time.]
Writing a diary should be a spontaneous act; forcing yourself to write one makes you a sensible person.
As for recording my secret techniques... I'll do it next time.
Qin Ze took a deep breath and silently told himself not to get angry.
This strong sense of déjà vu makes it feel as if you're not reading someone else's diary, but rather having a conversation with a doppelganger across time and space.
The Magician suddenly said, "Is it possible that Old Huang is actually an incarnation of the Pretty God?"
The Dharma King nodded. "That's the only possibility. Otherwise, how do you explain Old Huang treating Qin Ze better than his own father?"
Diver Thousand Faces: "Or Pretty God is Old Huang's biological father."
His Dharma King: "Oh~ the missing person has returned."
Thousand Faces Yangyang, "Let me tell you, the old man is treating me like his own father now."
"They're so delicate, you'd be afraid they'd break if you held them in your hands, or melt if you kept them in your mouth."
Captain: "Isn't this treating you like a grandson?"
Thousand Faces roared, "I am Battle General!"
The Captain asked jokingly, "What kind of sauce did you use?"
Thousand Faces grumbled, " Troupe Leader, tell me, am I not Battle General?"
Qin Ze's face darkened. "Get lost, don't disturb my reading."
They continued arguing about how to dip the ingredients in the sauce, while Qin Ze continued reading his book. Miss Sword Case, who was playing with clouds, would occasionally glance back at them. Everyone had a bright future ahead of them.
[Year 13,350 of the Divine Calendar]
I'm probably going to die.
Qin Ze was utterly speechless. "So when are you going to die?!"
[I've found myself a propitious spot, hoping my corpse won't be dug up in the future.]
Just in case, I won't tell anyone where the body was buried.
[But this leads to another problem: who's going to collect my body?]
Qin Ze quickly flipped through the pages, and sure enough, there were no coordinates for the graveyard.
[Thirteen thousand three hundred and sixty years in the divine calendar]
I really think I'm going to die.
My son-in-law is visiting me more and more frequently, perhaps because he's worried he won't see me one last time.
[A good brother, a lifetime together, always in my heart]
[Thirteen thousand three hundred and sixty-two years in the divine calendar]
I sensed a call from the Goddess of Life; she seemed to have awakened.
[When I arrived at the Land of Origin, I found that it was indeed so.]
[This woman was unusually in good spirits and surprisingly talked quite a bit.]
She could tell I was exhausted and asked if I felt resentful. Of course I did.
[Whether it's the truth of the world or the fact that I've worked so hard for the elderly, I certainly don't want it to end this way.]
[Then, the goddess told me she had a new plan, a plan that could end everything and bring me back to life.]