Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

Rather than talking about the universe, it's better to say—

Mo Ye wanted to know what the only **** was.

And myself, what is it?

In addition to the rumored goddess of all things, the incarnation of the only **** on the continent of Oran is the pitch-black snake enshrined as the creator.

But after leaving this small world, the sole **** removed the snake skin used to descend and manifest. No one knew what the true **** body would look like afterwards.

Mo Ye once saw that corner when she escaped from the memory fragments left by the human god, but at that time she had not yet known the truth of the only god, only thinking that he had watched herself from a dark starry sky, and gave it With my own endless horror and fear, it was the trembling feeling of facing the true god.

But when Silver said that the only **** was [Universe], Mo Ye suddenly had a faint expectation. At that time, she was not afraid of [神明] and [sublimation], but the most primitive fear, engraved into it. The [Universe] and [Unknown] of my own genes.

"Well, where do I start..."

Silver is a bit distressed.

After thinking and thinking, it finally found an entry point:

"Ah! From the perspective of the soul!"

"You know, everything in the world has a soul, right? The soul is above everything, an existence that cannot be traced back and is eternally anchored."

"Not to mention magic or other abilities, even the rules of the world cannot modify a determined soul. The beginning and end of each soul has been set from the moment it was created. The only thing that can break this star sea is this. There is only one **** in the cycle of fate."

"I do not know."

Mo Ye looked down at Bai Yin's swollen body in the River of Faith, and she answered calmly. If she didn't ask, perhaps Bai Yin wouldn't say anything, but now that she knew this, she had new questions.

"Then what about me? According to what you mean, I was the existence that was broken by the only god. But I don't think the sea **** seems to follow his own destiny, or that after I came to Oran, this world Is there something wrong with the cycle of fate, or is it reset once because of the influx of foreign souls?"

"Well, you are right, that's it!"

"The essence of your soul is completely different from the soul of this world. From the moment you leap into the destiny river of Oran continent, the established cycle of the river has been chaotic for a period of time, and then the reconnected destiny line will add you to it. Got in."

"But this new destiny is not God’s will. In the time of chaotic fate, that Ability God stole something he shouldn’t have because of greed, so now God has chosen to intervene in the fate of the Oran Continent and take everything It's all back on track."

"I understand, you continue." Mo Ye nodded.

She finally understood the problem of the fate line.

"Okay, master, the essence of the soul is almost like this! Everything in the world has a soul, and gods are no exception." Silver emerged from the river of faith, its tone a little serious, but it seemed like it In the voice of aegyo, the scene is really not serious.

"Neither the three existing secondary gods on the Oran Continent nor the great gods who created countless worlds can get rid of the shackles of soul and destiny. The difference between them is only the distinction between low-level and high-level."

"As long as you have a soul, you will be bound by fate?"

Mo Ye asked thoughtfully.

"That's it, but I don't know what the fate line is higher than the Oran continent. It's like the river of destiny in the world that is intangible and invisible to the existence on the Oran continent, probably even if it is. The great **** doesn’t know his own destiny, what kind of end he will reach..."

"The souls of gods exist, but they are completely different from everything in the world and all existence in other worlds."

"In the words you can understand, the essence of other lives is the body and soul, and the great God is a special life with a unique soul. In essence, He has no substance to speak of, but everything in the universe is It can be the body in which He comes, including you and me."

Mo Ye finally understood the essence of the only god:

"What you mean is that the only **** does not exist as a body entity, but his soul exists in every place in the universe... He himself is the outer layer of this world, where the sea of ​​stars blooms the flowers of the world. The universe itself?"

"Yes, [God] is [Universe]."

As a traveler, Mo Ye also knows this concept.

Life in the universe—

The vast universe has its own life.

Whether it’s a planet, a black hole, a galaxy...

All just form part of that great life.

He is everywhere.

He also has a life limit, which is in line with what Bai Yin said, and the only **** cannot escape the shackles of fate. But for all the lives that live in him [inside], his past and future are almost endless, full of [unknown], and [great] and [vast] that can't be seen anyway.

"What about me?" Mo Ye sighed slowly, she asked.

What is the self who is similar to the soul of the only god?

Is your past really just an ordinary person?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her life as a human being in the past two decades seemed extremely thin.

The memories of the past have long been obscured by the torrent of time in the past few thousand years, so Mo Ye can't remember whether his past is real or infused with falsehood.

She wants to affirm that she belongs to the human side, but she thinks back over and over again, doesn't it also mean that she is not sure, and even faintly aware of the falsehood?

The figure of [Mo Ye] was blurred again, and it was so blurred that she was a little confused about who the capable woman was. She watched [Mo Ye] sitting at the computer desk and working. This perspective was a bit strange, a woman’s body. The arc is also a bit strange.

Mo Ye's eyes gradually lowered, and after losing the self-suggestion filter, she suddenly remembered that she used to see [Mo Ye] from this angle.

Looking straight, with a strange arc, and bluish reflections.

She really is, ordinary working party... Mo Ye?

"Your soul is similar to a great god. Although your soul is still very weak now, except for the outer shell that you are wearing like a god, your essence is indeed similar to the gods and belongs to the soul life. That one hangs."

Silver's words made Mo Ye no longer able to deceive himself.

She remained silent, the human side in her eyes slightly dimmed.

My own experience as a human being may also be covered in a human shell, but I don't know it... She did raise the thought that was almost self-comforting, but it was quickly rejected by her.

Because she finally uncovered the layers of veil that enveloped her, glimpsing a certain memory that she had neglected.

She actually... doesn't remember much.

Not to mention more than 20 years of human memory, what she can recall now is only a short and sudden memory fragment. What she remembers most is the figure of the woman lying in front of the computer desk.

Women are always working, but sometimes she will take a break and come to Mo Ye to take a look at her.

The face belonging to [Mo Ye] was already extremely blurred, but Mo Ye knew that she didn't like to laugh, and the fatigue of life had dragged her young to exhaustion. Until one day, she fell on the computer desk and couldn't wake up even there.

This is the cause of [Mo Ye]'s death.

But what about herself?

Mo Ye remembers facing the woman's body lying on the side of the computer desk. After a long time, when a neighbor next door asked the landlord to open the door and found the woman who died suddenly, the police and cleaning staff came one after another.

At that time, she was dying, and when the woman's body was buried, she died together. Maybe some kind people would bury her and the woman in the cemetery.

That's all there is to it.

False memories are broken like bubbles...

She finally saw herself.

It was a small jellyfish kept in a glass tank by a woman.

The small jellyfish with the blue jelly cute appearance is very popular with women, but after the woman suddenly died, there was no food and no one to help her replace the clean water source. She soon died with the death of the woman. Easy and plain.

After she died, she crossed to the Oran Continent, and she should have acquired part of the memory belonging to [Mo Ye], otherwise she would not be able to think of herself as the ordinary working party [Mo Ye] who died at the beginning.

There should also be a move by the only god.

When Mo Ye finally wanted to understand, Silver continued: "I said before that your soul is like the black of the universe, because you do not bred countless planets, lives, and worlds from within like a god. Your soul There is nothing but pure darkness inside, no matter whether it is new life or death."

"But this is nothing. Although there is nothing in your soul, it is also full of life aura. It is also possible that I cannot see clearly at my current level, so I may be more inclined to the dark universe instead of the universe. black…"

"I see."

Mo Ye nodded and was silent for a while. She felt that she was very calm now, very calm...

Even the fierce emotions that should have become calmer.

"I have nothing else I want to know, Bai Yin."

"That…"

Why didn't the owner praise it this time?

Bai Yin didn't wait for the compliment for a long time. It saw that the owner didn't even pay too much attention to the expectant self, and even had a blank expression in his eyes and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It can only fall to the ground and went on to say:

"What are you going to do next? Are you leaving here?"

Mo Ye shook her head lightly without saying a word. She listened to the illusory prayers that kept ringing in her ears, and the water of the river of faith surrounded her.

The most steadfast and pious group of these flowing beliefs clings to her body, while the others float on the surface or settle under the water according to their priorities. The beliefs at the lowest level belong to the shallow believers, and they are dispensable and even mixed. Some distracting thoughts that might pollute the gods.

"I can mobilize these beliefs and temporarily open up channels of belief. It can be said that as long as I remain in this river of faith, I am a **** entrusted by faith. Even if there is no godhead and position, I can still exercise belonging The power of the gods."

"For example, responding to the prayers of believers—"

Mo Ye used spiritual power to activate the closest one, which was also the strongest belief. She saw the goddess of all things, no... her own priest, Reynolds praying.

"Praise the great goddess of all things, please listen to this prayer: you are the only God in the world, the source of all things in the world; you are in charge of the rules of beginning and end, watching the cycle of stars and reincarnation; may you walk in the world forever, As if walking in your kingdom..."

"If you answer, your believers will use this prayer to extol your greatness to all things, and establish your earthly kingdom of God in the world!"

Mo Ye lowered his eyes slightly, staring at Renault, who was praying piously in the candlelight room with her hands closed and her eyes closed. Her eyes carried a kind of high indifference and divinity, like a **** watching her believers.

She didn't think too much, and very rationally established the channel of faith, and retransmitted this prayer content from the past back to Renault's spiritual sea, making him clearly recall his prayer this time.

At the same time, Renault, who was staying on the side of the idol, suddenly remembered his uneasy prayers, and his mind kept reverberating with the image of praying to the gods for the preaching content of the sect of the Goddess of All Things.

But at that time he knew very well that Miss Nightingale was not a true god, so although he was still extremely pious, he knew that no **** would respond to him at that time.

It's different now.

Following the picture that emerged in his mind, he heard a voice that emphasized both majesty and divinity. The voice was illusory and perfect, with an inhuman sense of indifference, and every word seemed to hit his heart heavily.

That is the transmission of the gods, the manifestation of the divine will:

"I allow it."

God said so.