Two weeks ago, Xue Dili was just a high school graduate who had received an admission letter.
A week ago, he could only rely on the power of the old Undead to transform into the Undead and arm-wrestle with the Witch Demon King.
Now, the Great Sage before him seed to be saying, "You, yes you, go and get rid of Yahweh for !"
"... ?" Xue Dili pointed at himself, his pupils shaking violently.
The recent scene, though resembling Ancient Greek architecture and city-states, was mind-boggling with the overwhelming flood and the classic "God said, Let there be light."
He’s not Satan or Lucifer, not even on par with Diablo. If he were in the Avengers, he’d just be sitting at the sa table as Hawkeye and Black Widow. And he’s supposed to fight God?
Even Satan and Lucifer would probably run away with their tails between their legs when eting Ye Gezi.
"How about we buy a ticket to Shinjuku now?" Xue Dili looked westward. Shinjuku is only about a hundred kiloters from where he was in Chiba. "To stop the Prison Master from transforming into 2.5, I’ll go to Shinjuku to solo the Sukuna, perhaps that’s a bit more realistic."
"Don’t talk nonsense. Believe in yourself; you can definitely do it." The Great Sage didn’t mind Xue Dili’s "marinated spice" expression and continued, "If you want the present future to be replaced by this God-ruled future, you can also avoid it."
"Right? You even have a Teleportation Gate. You can indeed escape, like that General Julia in your story. You can escape to the old Undead’s world, change your surna to Barak, and beco an in-law Pope."
Xue Dili fell silent. Escape...
He recalled the Great Sage’s dream, in that insect-infested world, watching a short-haired girl die before his eyes, watching his ho planet shattered into cosmic dust.
Yet like a holess wandering ghost, he was left with centuries of wandering.
"Even this collapsed future occurs many years later. Fusion has a process, and during your lifeti, you might not care. After all, you’d probably be dead by then. After death, who cares if the flood rages?" the Great Sage continued.
"Just flee, right? It’s just being a coward once."
Xue Dili took a deep breath, watching as the monorail train departed in front of him. This was the last train to Takasaki Station. Missing this one ant missing Nagano Hiroshi’s concert too.
If it were the old Undead, what would he choose?
Flee? Maybe.
But he’d probably regret it, tortured by endless regret for the rest of his life.
Putting it in the ancient words from Xue Dili’s hotown, it would create a Heart Demon.
Taking a deep breath, he glared fiercely at the Great Sage: "I’ll do it. Isn’t it just to fight Yahweh? You evil old ghost, stop being so sarcastic. Tell , how do I fight?"
The Great Sage seed relieved, smiling at Xue Dili like a teacher at a hopeless student.
"Perhaps the situation isn’t as difficult as you think." The Great Sage activated the Consciousness Space’s Teleportation Gate.
"Hmm?"
A turning point?
"The place we’re going might not be what you think of as God. It’s an ambiguous existence," said the Great Sage.
"Not Ye Gezi?" Xue Dili was genuinely stunned and saw a turning point.
In his limited religious knowledge, only that one could say such a thing, the Creator God, without whom the world would not exist.
Anyone else saying this?
Xue Dili couldn’t imagine it.
"At least, it’s not the God from the original canon you think of, more like a being that rose to power through vile ans," the Great Sage added, "Before the true God erged, its position was stolen by another, creating an entirely different future."
Another existence?
Xue Dili began to recall his limited religious knowledge, rembering that Ye Gezi was a mythical figure, even the pre-Bible Book of Job was only recorded around 1000 BC.
The Bible and Yahweh were docunted later.
So, perhaps it’s history before Yahweh’s birth, around 1000 BC...
Xue Dili instantly thought of what he’d seen in the image, the Greek-like attire and city-states, and quickly realized sothing, taking out his phone to search Greek history.
Troy War, 1193 BC.
That matches!
So, the opponent isn’t Ye Gezi but a false god originating from Greece.
This makes it like the difficulty dropped from fighting Tathagata to fighting Wutian.
"So do we need to sohow secretly kill Him before Yahweh becos a god?" Xue Dili concluded his reasoning and asked this prophet in the Consciousness Space.
"Yes, but even as a false god, He’s not soone we can defeat head-on." The old thing’s eyes glead again, showing Xue Dili the scene before Ye Gezi beca a god.
It was a muscular old man with a beard, but in the image, he was engaging in indescribable activities with an Empress in an Imperial Palace...
And not just one Empress; other Empresses, even Princesses, dozens regardless of gender, joined this grand hawk party, making the scene chaotic.
Xue Dili was stunned, and the strong old man, after pulling up his pants, returned to his throne on Mount Olympus the next mont, overlooking all beings.
Xue Dili: "..."
He knew who this was, and who the false god was, and wondered what wild history this was! Isn’t he afraid of being betrayed by the soap people and nailed to the cross?
Surely, in this parallel world’s wild history, His son can’t reincarnate into a little mustache and avenge the soap people, right?
"You’re not mistaken; after His son was killed, he beca a demon, reborn to create the Third Empire and authored ’Book of He Jew,’ ’Third Empire Chronicles,’ ’Swastika Dream,’ ’Tiger Tan Chronicles,’" noted the Great Sage, seemingly possessing Mind Reading, answering what Xue Dili was pondering.
Xue Dili: "..."
He felt like he was participating in a try-not-to-laugh challenge.
"So, our goal is clear. While I still have consciousness, we’ll go there, find the opportunity, kill the false god, and then end the Divine Era!"
The Teleportation Gate was open, and Xue Dili’s pupils reflected the gate’s twisting light.
"Only by ending the Divine Era can the parallel world’s history return to the ’right track,’ and thereafter, that parallel world will vanish, gradually rging with the orthodox history."
Thus, this battle is also nad, the Wild History Annihilation Plan.
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