thefictionvixens Chapter 55 Do you want the world to be as you wish?
Chapter 55 Do you want the world to be as you wish?
Qingyuan woke up from her dream and found herself in a narrow passage of fate.
On the other side, Blank panicked when he saw ice crystals forming on Qingyuan's body and quickly went to find Xilian.
In the void between fate's narrow passages, if Qing Yuan remembers correctly, the one before her should be a star god who has never been recorded.
His form was exactly the same as the bluebird in my memory, except that he was much larger and shrouded in divine radiance.
Crystalline tears streamed continuously from its eyes, but those tears mingled with the clear, shimmering water surrounding it, making its outline appear blurry and illusory, like a reflection that might vanish at any moment.
A message, not conveyed through sound, but existing directly deep within Qingyuan's consciousness, was gentle and carried with it an irresistible sense of intimacy:
Hello~
"Who are you...?" Qingyuan took a half step back warily.
I am Qingque, and I am everything; you are me too.
I am the "I" that transcends possibilities, the "existence" destined to become a star god, yet to be born.
"The 'Eternal' Star God? I've heard of His legends..."
No.
That "eternity" died countless times in an endless cycle, never managing to reach the true future.
I am not Him. I am new, the very "existence" that is to come.
"You say you are Qingque, but you also say I am you?" Qingyuan felt confused.
Qingyuan, you are a broken branch of my "past".
You have been misled by the Venerable Master. You are not a time traveler at all—that alien identity from the “blank” is nothing but an illusion implanted by Him.
"This is absurd. Prove it to me." Qingyuan steadied herself, not letting herself be swayed by those gentle words.
The figure of the Star God seemed to sway slightly, its flowing consciousness carrying a patient, persuasive quality:
Look at this endless world, suffering and chaos are ever-present.
Collapse, destruction, the crushing of fate... all living beings struggle in the darkness of ignorance.
And I will be the only answer.
I will lead all existence to a better and more eternal form.
This requires a piece of the puzzle, a sacrifice... and that is "blank".
Qingyuan's heart sank: "Blank? What happened to her?"
Her will is surely willing to do anything for you, isn't it?
I need this essence. Let her sacrifice herself for your future.
When her pure existence merges into your destiny, you and I will be completely united.
At that time, I will be truly born, and the Star God of "Existence" will take up the pen to rewrite the foundation of reality, writing a peaceful, perfect, and painless future chapter for the entire universe.
The words were incredibly alluring, as if they were describing a paradise within reach.
"What about the blank space? What will happen to her?"
She will disappear, but that is not the end.
In this new, beautiful world that I define, she will be reborn and have a pure and happy destiny.
Qingyuan fell silent. The Star God's words sounded perfectly reasonable.
But a chill ran through her, and she blurted out:
"But everyone has a different definition of 'beautiful'. What gives you the right to decide what 'perfect' looks like for everyone?"
What's the essential difference between this and that Sunday that tried to impose a beautiful dream?
The universe itself is cruel.
In an infinite number of variables, I can provide a solution that satisfies the vast majority of beings to 95% satisfaction. This is not justice, but kindness.
"In other words," Qingyuan's voice turned cold, "there's always a portion of life that, in your 'wonderful' blueprint, has been sentenced to death, right?"
I will try my best to be understanding. Please believe me, and believe in yourselves (us). This is the only way out.
"One last question," Qingyuan raised her head, looking directly at the weeping deity, "As a god of 'existence,' are there any rules that can bind you?"
No. I am the definition, I am the measure.
"Then...do you have any selfish motives? Will your personal feelings affect your 'writing' of the world?"
This silence lasted a little longer.
Yes. I will.
"So," a resolute voice suddenly interrupted, not from Qingyuan.
Xing had appeared beside her without her noticing, his baseball bat pointing diagonally at the ground. "He is called 'Existence,' but in reality, he is 'Dominator.'"
What you want isn't sublimation, but to turn the universe into a canvas you can paint as you please!
As if in response to those words, the distant sound of a train whistle echoed from the narrow passage between fate's ends.