Chapter 767 The Birth of a God

The Magical Technology Research Institute, the second basement floor, the confidential conference room.

Wearing a dark blue coat, Gawain walked into the room. In this heavily guarded conference room, which was never open to the public, he saw that all the people attending the meeting were already waiting here.

Wright and Veronica were conversing in a low voice, Pittman twitched his beard absentmindedly, Carmel floated by the conference table, the arcane brilliance on his body was calm and blue, Hetty saw Gawain appear, the first Stand up, bow and salute: "Ancestor."

The others also stopped their own affairs and stood up to salute.

Gao Wen looked around the scene, his eyes stopped slightly on an empty seat beside the long table: "At this time, you don't need to be invisible."

Amber's figure immediately appeared: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it..."

Gao Wen shook his head, came to the head of the conference table, and said while taking a seat: "Internal meetings, no need to be polite, today is mainly to exchange some information, and... I need some advice from several professionals on the scene."

Veronica raised her head and looked at the people on the scene, she already knew in her heart: "It has something to do with the knowledge of the gods?"

"That's right," Gawain nodded and said, "Amber should have told you about the recent abnormality in the Eternal Sleeper's spiritual network, right before the meeting?"

"Just said half an hour ago," Wright replied, "I didn't know that our infiltration of the Eternal Sleep Religion had reached this level."

"The confidentiality of this matter has always been high, and there is no overlap with the church. It's normal for you not to know," Gawain said, his expression serious, "But now things have changed, and some information has to be made public.

"In short, according to the information I just got, a secret plan carried out by the Eternal Sleepers in the mind network is very likely to accidentally touch the realm of the gods, and... they may have access to the secret of the birth of the gods."

Gawain went straight to the point, and the meeting room became quiet in an instant. Everyone's breathing seemed to be half a beat slower. Even Carmel, who didn't need to breathe, dimmed for a moment. After a few seconds, Pittman's mouth twitched. , breaking the silence: "I just said that there must be something big happening in this urgent and confidential meeting, but this... is also a little too exciting."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the several beards that he had accidentally pulled off just now with a bit of distress.

Gawain didn't care about Pittman's muttering. After seeing that his big news successfully lifted everyone's spirits, he used his previous experience in the spiritual network to explore in that "phantom town". described in detail.

Everyone at the scene listened carefully, even Amber, who would doze off or wander off in every meeting, pricked up his ears this time and listened very attentively.

"...This is the whole story," Gawain exhaled after nearly twenty minutes of narration, and concluded, "According to my guess, the worship of the 'upper narrator' should be the main reason for the sandbox to get out of control, and What is specifically brewed in the dream by this 'superior narrator church', and whether this 'thing' is merely a conceptual product in the dream world...will be the crux of the question.

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As soon as he finished speaking, Veronica, who was sitting in the second position on the left, broke the silence: "You doubt... that belief in the so-called 'upper narrator' is in the No. 1 sandbox of the Mind Network. ...really created a god?"

"There is no evidence yet, but I do doubt it," Gawain nodded, "The Eternal Sleepers have not found a 'way' for the gods to contaminate Sandbox No. In what way, when did they bypass the heavy protection of the No. 1 sandbox and enter the inside of the sandbox - we all know that the three dark sects are the sects that understand the gods the most, but even the top researchers among them We can't find any traces of gods invading the sandbox system... Then we might as well make a bolder assumption: pollution did not invade from the outside at all..."

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In the spiritual network, the central temple with the highest level of confidentiality, the archbishops are sitting around a round table depicting various symbols.

All the archbishops who participated in the meeting took off their pretense here and used the real appearance of the real world-according to the internal regulations of the order, this meant that the meeting had a very high level of confidentiality and high standards.

Archbishop Yuri in a white robe stood at the round table with a serious tone: "...According to Archbishop Selena and I's speculation, the pollution...maybe from inside Sandbox No. 1, and the so-called 'God Erosion' should all be From that sect that worships the 'upper narrator'."

Opposite Yuri, a short man in a black robe, with red hair standing on end, and a loud voice stood up and said loudly, "This is really unbelievable, the residents in the dream world suddenly started Doubt the authenticity of their world, and then start to worship a fictional 'upper narrator' they make up, and then a god is really born? And this god also caused Sandbox No. 1 to get out of control? Is it really impossible to find out why? Reasons made up under the circumstances?"

Yuri looked helplessly at the red-haired man across from him—that was Archbishop Magnum, with a fiery temper and a famously loud voice, but he also knew that the loud voice of this man with a loud voice here questioned and disagreed. It wasn't malicious, and it wasn't out of an opinion about someone, it was because of his character—the thought popped into his head, and it came out naturally.

It's just that this gentleman's voice is so loud that it's hard to get used to it, and then again... In such a mental space, can't he turn down his "volume" a little bit?

"Archbishop Magnum," Yuri shook his head slightly, "everything I've said is really just speculation, and I know this is unbelievable, but don't forget, we are dealing with 'God', and God... is unthinkable in itself."

A cloud of star polymer floated above the ornate round table, and its sound reached everyone in the audience: "Now there is any evidence to prove that the 'upper narrator' believed by the sect born in the dream world has already possessed Some divine quality?"

"Your Majesty," Archbishop Yuri immediately lowered his head, "There is no evidence yet, and we have too little information. At present, we can only confirm that such a sect has indeed appeared in the No. 1 sandbox, and its activities are related to a sect. Sandbox No. is out of control in terms of timing.”

Starlight polymers rise and fall in mid-air: "Then as long as there is evidence to prove that the 'upper narrator's beliefs' in the No. 1 sandbox really produced a god, or a 'thing' similar to a god, all the answers will be revealed. ."

Yuri frowned: "But... if that thing is really a god, how do we deal with it?"

"We don't know yet, but isn't this the answer and secret we've been looking for?" Pope Megall III's voice gently echoed in everyone's mind, "We've been trying to dig out the gods. The secret of their birth, find out the truth of their birth, and now, we may be infinitely close to this truth..."

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"The secret of the birth of gods...maybe hidden in the No. 1 sandbox," Gao Wen said solemnly, "If the shadow of the power of gods really appears behind the 'Church of Upper Narrators', then the concept of gods...will Get the most complete subversion."

"It was not gods who created humans, but humans who created gods..." Pittman muttered to himself, his hand suddenly shook, and a few beards were pulled off by him again.

Veronica, who was holding a platinum scepter and surrounded by a faint holy light, had been silent from the beginning, and seemed to have been thinking for a long time, and then suddenly raised her head: "This... Actually, it was also against the plan at the beginning. one of the hypotheses."

"Have you guessed this direction?" Gawain looked at Veronica in surprise, "Have you guessed that gods were actually born in the process of human belief?"

"We didn't speculate so deeply and directly, but we speculated that human beliefs—or the common thoughts of a large number of mortals—will affect the activities of the gods to a certain extent. But this speculation is too shocking, and it is impossible to prove it. It cannot be falsified, or the difficulty of proving falsification is so high that it is almost impossible to achieve, so until the collapse of the Gondor Empire, this conjecture is still just a conjecture."

"But now the daring attempt of the Eternal Sleepers will probably prove your conjecture..." Wright said with a sigh, "I really can't imagine that the gods that mortals fear and awe are actually created by mortals? "

"Don't draw conclusions because of this, let alone be blindly confident and underestimate the 'gods'," Veronica said gently, "The beliefs of billions of creatures are projected to become gods in a dimension that we cannot understand. The changes that have taken place during this period are beyond our comprehension. Perhaps gods really came into being because of mortal beliefs, but we still do not have the qualifications and strength to call them our 'creatures'... Perhaps, we should regard them as A horrific, out-of-control, but inevitable 'natural phenomenon'."

"Natural phenomenon..." Gawain couldn't help repeating the word in his mind, thoughtful.

Then he nodded: "It is indeed as Veronica said, maybe it is some kind of natural phenomenon, and... it is a natural phenomenon that must happen."

Belief and religion can almost be said to be an inevitable stage of social activity.

Civilization will always have a period of weakness. Mortals come from ignorance. Facing this mysterious, unknown and dangerous world, facing the incomprehensible and unpredictable nature, as a kind of intelligent creature, They will inevitably be in awe of nature and fear or worship the inexplicable natural phenomena.

And in the process of going from the unknown to the known, in the process of trying to know everything in the world, mortals will certainly try to explain what they awe and fear.

In a time when knowledge is insufficient, power is weak, and civilization is still in its infancy, these explanations... will inevitably point to gods, or other similar concepts.

In that closed sandbox No. 1, the man-made world that has been in operation for thousands of years, the inhabitants must also be faced with this question: Where did we come from? Who created this world?

Perhaps a "prophet" accidentally caught a glimpse of the data flow behind the world, or an adventurer accidentally came to the border of the sandbox. The scripts that run behind the world and the records of instructions left by the operators.

So they have an explanation for their world: it is the "upper narrator" who created it all.

Then, there really is an "upper narrator".

"The Eternal Sleepers are a group of outstanding spiritual engineers and excellent researchers, but unfortunately they only focus on the technical field, but don't understand how society works," Gawain shook his head, sighing in his tone, "If they understand After understanding the mechanism of social operation and understanding all aspects of the development of civilization, even if they could not predict that Sandbox No. 1 would get out of control, they would at least expect that there would be 'religious activities' in Sandbox No. 1. Be vigilant and plan ahead."

The meeting room was quiet for a while.

Although everyone here knows the plan of rebellion, although everyone here is more or less involved in Gawain's plans to challenge the gods and "deviate from the classics", the things discussed today still have too much impact on everyone. .

Everyone is digesting it, and everyone is re-testing every link of those assumptions.

Pittman put his hand on his chin, carefully repairing his beard and said: "If this is the case, a 'god' has been created in the No. 1 sandbox... I'm afraid this matter will not end. Everything. We can still use artillery fire or the army of sea monsters to solve the deer that will be created in the end, but how should a god that operates in a dream be dealt with?"

"Don't be so pessimistic," Gawain said calmly, "Even if that thing is really a god or a 'god-like', it has just been born, and it is still trapped in a dream, as long as we can understand its mechanism , it's not difficult to deal with - and the Eternal Sleeper will certainly do everything in his power to solve this crisis for his own survival."

Pittman's face was sad, and he couldn't help twisting his beard: "Alas... I shouldn't have listened to Amber in the first place, and my old age is not peaceful at all..."

The sigh fell, and the old Druid looked down at the beard pulled from his hand, and his face became even more sad.

"Don't pick it up," Wright, who was sitting opposite, said with some concern, "I don't think I can pick it up."

"……Ugh……"