Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1559: Chapter 286: That Man

[Protomen]… The simple literal meaning is the first batch of humans.

The Princess had bizarre experiences and received advanced education from the outside world, so she had no problem understanding—precisely because of this lack of problem, she was shocked by the mention of [Protomen] by the mysterious girl.

She was also exploring the origins of gods—while in the outside world, Xie Jiatu was a professor at the Theology Institute, and she pursued scientific endeavors… but ultimately, it was all about analyzing the mysteries of gods from different angles.

If everything the mysterious girl said was true, and gods could be cloned through genetic means… humans, in turn, could create gods!

However, in many mythical systems, humans are created by gods.

At this moment, cold sweat covered the Princess’s forehead as she frantically analyzed the information she got from the mysterious girl, her gaze sometimes confused, sometimes frightened, and at times, she turned pale.

Suddenly, the Princess raised her head, “Civilizations have experienced rifts, and gods monopolized the technology of creation, but humans, through their ingenuity, once again entered this Forbidden Area… much like the Tower of Babel in the legend of destroyed Babylon after contacting the divine realm… According to your words, if there are [Protomen], then there are naturally [Posthumans]… we are the [Posthumans] who have once again mastered the Power of Life, stepping into this Forbidden Area!”

Boss Luo’s eyes lit up, whether it was that classmate Claudia or the Princess, they… she always quickly thought of things.

The mysterious girl calmly said, “Gods will not allow [Posthumans] to step into such a Forbidden Area… the more they delve into this area, the faster humanity will perish.”

“Why?” The Princess frowned, her gaze suddenly became extremely aspirational and… fervent as a Princess long battling monsters, she was considered part of the Martial Arts Faction and revered power even more, “[Posthumans] stepping into the Forbidden Area, mastering abilities comparable to gods, they can fight against gods!”

“Because resources are limited.” The mysterious girl shook her head and said, “A world’s resources have limits, enough to supply a part of the [Protomen], but evidently not enough for all [Protomen], there are battles between gods, let alone gods against humans? If above all this there existed a creator, then a heart for conflict might just be this creator’s twisted pleasure, inscribed into the origin, bones, and blood of living beings. I don’t know what the Tower of Babel is you mentioned, but I’ve already experienced similar god’s world-ending events… The Goddess of Justice in this coffin, despite being an offering for the Goddess of Truth’s jealousy, ultimately, was also about resource issues—Justice and Truth goddesses were supposed to be one, but were split into two, each only half, thus incomplete… do you understand?”

The Princess shook her head, she originally wanted to say she didn’t understand—but she actually understood it clearly… resource issues, even if not between gods, were particularly pointed and profound among humans.

“Now that you have been resurrected… what do you intend to do?” The Princess decided to set aside these exceedingly remote issues and return to reality, she looked at the mysterious girl, asking seriously, “Seek revenge against the Goddess of Truth? For sealing you in this coffin in such a cruel manner… for countless years!”

“Revenge?” The mysterious girl suddenly smiled, “Why should I seek revenge? The one harmed was the Goddess of Justice, not me—remember, I was merely recreated from her genes, but I am not her… even if I received some power and memory upon my birth, I am still me.”

“Since that’s the case… why create a container and fully control the power of the Balance?!” The Princess said coldly.

The mysterious girl continued to leisurely swing her slender legs on the small bridge said, “Creating the container was what the High Priest wanted… he wanted to create a world without pain. Of course, this wish was probably incited by some influence of that thing left in the [Seth] body on the Balance, perhaps not what he truly desired. As for me… why shouldn’t I obtain the power of the Balance? Why should I refuse to gain such powerful strength?”

To want better, to want to have better, to want to move forward, to want more… whether useful or not, more is better, even if it’s just waste.

“[Protomen] are still humans.” The mysterious girl calmly said, “Still just humans.”

The Princess was silent for a long time, finally exhaling slowly, and said, “So, mother is your divide… am I right.”

The mysterious girl directly answered, simply saying, “When I was born, I had no power to match the High Priest… and due to other factors, I always felt a sense of guilt towards him.”

“Guilt?” The Princess frowned.

The girl shook her head, suddenly jumping down from the edge of the coffin, and stretched lazily, “What that man wanted to do wasn’t all that bad—at least that’s how I see it. You don’t need to argue, because this is from my subjective perspective… universal values are an illusion to me because the ideas of [Protomen] were already present in my thoughts when I was born.”

The Princess snorted softly.

The girl said, “You’re angry because you feel the High Priest treated everyone as materials, manipulated all the humans in the City of the Sun… but in truth, from the beginning of the plan until now, not a single person in the City of the Sun died because of the plan. The people in those pools were merely asleep. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are their divides… just some sands brought to life by the power of the Balance. If there are any victims, it might be just those travelers who died by misfortune, but ultimately also because they unfortunately stumbled into the Oasis Temple, dying first at the monster’s mouth. But who can guarantee people won’t encounter danger? Whether it’s the Oasis or not, even natural disasters and human errors can result in innocent deaths.”

The Princess remained silent.

The girl then approached her, looking up, and said, “Do you know the true origins of your father?”

The Princess was taken aback, instinctively frowning, “What do you mean by that?”

“Aren’t you curious why you didn’t see your father’s true form in the final chamber or in the pools?”

The Princess’s gaze slightly contracted, memories flashed rapidly in her mind—indeed, as the mysterious girl said, she didn’t see the Pharaoh of the Kingdom’s true form in the pool or the High Priest’s material archive!

“Could it be…” The Princess took a deep breath and said, “Father, he was always himself?!”

“That’s right, himself.” The mysterious girl slowly replied, “Furthermore, your father was even a new entity cultivated by the High Priest with his own genes, and implanted with the [The Left Eye of Horus].”

“What!!”

…

…

In the strong electromagnetic field before the Miniature Temple, or what had been revealed as a giant goddess statue upon the crumbling of its walls.

The Red Lamp Spirit stopped its hand, and naturally, the jackal-headed Xie Jiatu, who had been swung around countless times, causing pits and hollows on the plaza, was also allowed a reprieve.

At the end of this violent physical therapy, one could see Xie Jiatu, in his jackal-headed form, who had collapsed heavily on the ground from serious injuries, his gaze regaining a hint of clarity.

The Red Lamp Spirit, at this time, floated with its arms crossed, a complacent expression… but the Little Maid was no longer there; she had run to Yamana’s side… naturally, Yamana had found the spot where the Red Lamp Spirit mistakenly hammered to the ground.

So, in fact, only Mr. Otto and Yiben were left there… The Guardian Mr. Otto didn’t even glance at the Red Lamp Spirit and went directly to Xie Jiatu’s side, crouching down.

“How do you feel? How much has your consciousness recovered?” He stretched out his palm in front of Xie Jiatu, waving his fingers, “Tell me, are you Set or Xie Jiatu now?”

“I’ve always been me.” It spoke, in the tone familiar to Guardian Otto—they had that tone while journeying through the Oasis Desert together.

“Will it come out again?” Mr. Otto pondered, “I mean Set.”

“Set… perhaps.” Xie Jiatu shook his head, “After all, this isn’t the real Set, just a composite of some remnants of its will combined with my inner desires… We can never completely erase the black aspect in our hearts.”

Mr. Otto nodded, then directly said, “Tell me the real way out, I don’t want to get too involved in your affairs… Right now, I probably have the ability to truly kill you.”

Xie Jiatu glanced at the Red Lamp Spirit floating behind Otto… He probably didn’t understand the relationship between them, so he curiously asked, “Is this the Lamp God?”

The Red Lamp Spirit snorted twice but seemed unwilling to converse much with Xie Jiatu.

Xie Jiatu slightly smiled… Yet the jackal head on him made the smile look ugly, “I’ve heard the story of the Magic Lamp, and I often tell my daughter the story of the Lamp God. But I never expected the Lamp God to be red… Stories are just stories after all.”

The Red Lamp Spirit casually replied, “Lamp Gods can also be blue and female… Pah!”

“I see…” Xie Jiatu smiled awkwardly again, then looked at Mr. Otto and said, “I didn’t expect that after deification, I could still come back to my senses, and in this manner… Otto, my friend, forgive me for deceiving you.”

“The way!” Guardian Otto directly placed the Black Blade against Xie Jiatu’s neck, while pulling out a pistol, pressing it against his forehead, “The way!”

“There’s no way out anymore.” Xie Jiatu smiled bitterly, “All the data is sufficient, and next we just wait for the vitreous container to be finally completed, just wait for the container to complete… Even though it’s faster than anticipated and has so many uncertainties, perhaps randomness also plays a part… Everything will become a choice of destinies, then…”

Bang bang bang bang bang—!!

Mr. Otto suddenly pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoed loudly in this empty place—the ground near Xie Jiatu’s ear was now emitting the smell of gunpowder.

This was a shot fired right next to his ear.

“The way—!!” Mr. Otto’s eyes widened, “Don’t push me!”

Xie Jiatu just murmured, “Everything is a choice of destinies…”

Mr. Otto furiously grabbed Xie Jiatu’s head and lifted it up, staring him dead in the eyes… But he was fearless, like an empty shell.

Mr. Otto, with no other choice, put him down and vented his frustration by firing into the sky until he emptied the bullets in his pistol.

“Tsk tsk, the last time I saw you this angry was when your long-life partner was assassinated, you were raging helplessly.” The Red Lamp Spirit couldn’t help but mock from the side.

Mr. Otto turned back, gazing expressionlessly at the Red Lamp Spirit.

The Red Lamp Spirit’s eyes started to waver, “Wh-why are you staring at me! You only wished for long life, not immortality… It-it’s none of my business…”

—I’m not intentionally saying these things, just seeing you like this…

“You’re just a half-completed product.” Mr. Otto coldly said, “A foolish student betrayed by his own respected teacher!”

For thousands of years, the Red Lamp Spirit didn’t know what a stupid fool meant, but it was evidently an insult—it suddenly flew into a rage, “Otto, I could kill you!”

“Then you just wait for a thousand wishes to clear, and start all over again!” Mr. Otto sneered, “You incompetent Lamp God.”

With that, Mr. Otto resolutely walked toward the exposed Goddess Statue.

“What do you intend to do?” The Red Lamp Spirit couldn’t help but frown and ask.

Mr. Otto slightly turned his head, “This statue appeared only after the Balance was placed into the groove, it certainly wouldn’t show up for no reason… I don’t know why it exposed itself, but if its appearance serves a purpose, then destruction is the way.”

Upon hearing this, Xie Jiatu’s expression couldn’t help but change.

Mr. Otto sneered and said, “Even if I can’t topple this statue, I’ll break off even a finger from it, refusing to accept defeat!”

Mr. Otto snorted coldly, then dashed toward the statue… Xie Jiatu wanted to get up at this moment, but the Red Lamp Spirit’s strike was too fierce, and this so-called deified body failed to exert any strength.

The Red Lamp Spirit watched Mr. Otto’s back, secretly muttering, “Hmm… still as handsome as ever…”

Xie Jiatu subconsciously glanced over, evidently having heard it.

“What are you looking at, I’ll clobber you!”

Emmmmm…

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.