Chapter 569: Second Act Script

Then, he cut off the part of the model and placed it on the ground to shape it according to the original stone shape.

"Using a small section of the new model as a trade, the material and shape of the old model will be copied in exact proportions."

The moment his words fell, the rules came into effect.

Two identical stones appeared on the spot, and a small "initial model" full of lines appeared in Riya's hand.

"It actually worked."

Riya's eyes widened slightly as she looked at the two identical stones. It was at this moment that the sound of someone applauding appeared in her ears.

He seemed to be very pleased with Leah's talent, just like watching a child he cultivated grow step by step.

[Congratulations, my friend, you successfully copied a stone]

【You have learned the first step of creation】

[Next, every time you use inspiration to create a new object, I will give you a letter in the prayer as a reward]

Nyarlathotep's tone was gentle.

[How do you feel now? 】

"Dizziness, like something is tearing at my brain."

Riya answered truthfully. In fact, the feeling he described was relatively mild. In fact, Riya's head was not only dizzy, but there was always the possibility of it exploding again.

“To see the lines on an object requires complete concentration, and copying them takes a greater toll on inspiration than I imagined.”

【Are you going to give up? 】

"No."

Riya shook her head firmly: "The more difficult the task, the more challenging it will be. It's just a matter of copying a few stones..."

Copy several stones, from one to two, from two to three, from three to everything.

The authority of creation came from Leah’s mouth, but it was said so simply and easily.

He may not know that there are very few beings who can do this, let alone angel-level demigods, even gods with zero memes.

If they were to learn that a little Meme II actually controlled the power of creation, they would probably all fall into panic and wish they could ignore all the rules and inflict divine punishment to kill this person on the spot until nothing is left.

Because this scene represents that humans can gradually threaten God.

Ants invented controllable nuclear fusion technology.

But Nyarlathotep, who personally guided and witnessed everything, didn't think this was such a terrible thing. He admired Leah's talent and wanted to see how high such a talent could be guided.

As for the life and death of the gods and their thoughts?

No one cares.

In the following time, Nyarlathotep guided Leah step by step to exhaust the creation of inspiration, and then replenished it when her inspiration was infinitely close to zero.

If this mechanical process were to be endured by an ordinary person, that person would definitely die on the spot. But for Ria, who has little humanity, he has no special feelings except that his head often explodes.

But when he consumes too much inspiration, he can always see seven huge eyes in his mind.

Those eyes seemed to want to say something to him, but every time Riya heard their voices, her head exploded with a "pop".

Naia would always wait patiently for Riya to recover, and if he was tired, he would help him to speed up his recovery process.

So as time continued to pass, there were more and more stones in front of Riya, and his proficiency in creation also continued to improve, from being unskilled at the beginning to 100% success.

This success rate was finally determined by an ant on the ground.

Fu Xing Chaos created an ant that was extremely small, signaling Leah to create life according to life.

Compared with the huge size of the stone, the ant is indeed much lighter and smaller, but facing such an ant, Riya failed.

He saw the criss-crossing precise lines on the ant's body that were thousands of times larger than those of a stone. That was the complexity of life that was beyond the reach of dead things.

[Perhaps for you now, the difficulty of creation is still too great]

Nyarlathotep was thoughtful. His prayers had already been written down on the paper by Leah, and there was only one last word left to complete.

Naia was about to suggest whether Leah needed to continue the process of obtaining letters or symbols from Him, when he saw Leah grabbing the metal pen and writing the subsequent words on top without any pause.

"Pah——"

When he wrote the end of the last letter, the pen tip broke on the paper, and Ria also opened her golden eyes to look at the end of nothingness.

"It's done."

[You can actually predict a complete vocabulary by inspiration? 】

Fu Xing Chaos is even more surprised. It has only been two months since he came into contact with Leah, but in the past two months, Leah's inspiration has even grown enough to rival a demigod.

This is absolute talent.

Nyarlathotep affirmed Riya, and when He communicated with Riya next, his tone even contained relief.

[You are an outstanding transcendent, my friend. Your talent is terrifyingly high, far surpassing all my clones]

[Although they don’t need any talents]

[But now that you have prophesied my prayer through inspiration, chant it, now is the time...]

The echoing voice gradually lost all emotion.

[Recite my prayers and pray to my being]

[Everyone’s request will be answered]

Riya looked at the prayers recorded on the parchment, and then looked at the stones on the ground that were just arranged into a pattern of overlapping five-pointed stars.

His intuition tells him that the choice he makes next is likely to affect the future direction.

He could choose not to trust Nyarlathotep and leave Him without forcing him to stay. Then he could use his own ability to find a way to communicate with the Rising Sun, allowing Him to accept him as His angel and advance to the model. Because one.

Or you can trust Nyarlathotep, get an answer that belongs to the truth, use the power of the outer gods to break through the barrier of G'roth, redeem the Rising Sun and make it your own fighting force, and finally fight G'roth together.

So now I'm left with a question.

Can He really be trusted?

This thought passed through Riya's mind, and then he threw the question aside.

There is nothing to be trusted.

From the maximum rational inference point of view, option two is the best answer. Since Riya has obtained the prayer for Chaos, she will pray to him at any cost.

This is an opportunity lost and never regained.

"I didn't expect that one day I would say something like that regardless of the cost..." Ria sighed, stretched out her hand and let the skin break, and the blood flowed from it slowly to the center of the stone array.

"But this is one of the few redemptions humanity has."

When those stones came into contact with his blood, countless pupils split open in an instant, and were then stained with layers of gradual black and red.

The ground began to become broken, and gray-black mold spread from the blood center.

"The source of billions of madness and disorder,

The creeping master of chaos,

The lord of mischief.

You are a miracle derived from the sublime,

You are the origin of the game,

You are the darkest prison,

You are the flute player,

You roar and laugh, you are the infinite height of humanity and divinity. "

"Great Chaos Stalker, great Nyarlathotep, your blind followers send their prayers to you."

The blood loss in Riya's body was excessive, and his face looked extremely pale at this time: "I pray to see you and ask you questions about the past, present and future."

"Where is my past? What should we do now to contend with the disaster? Where is the hope for the survival of human civilization in the future?"

After the three questions were asked, Ria found that there was no movement in the formation, so she looked at her arm that had stopped bleeding, tore off her left hand and threw it up.

"I'm desperate for answers and will do whatever it takes to get them."

Seeing that there was still no response to the formation, a trace of doubt flashed through Riya's mind.

Tentacles emerged from his shadow and wrapped around him, helping him tear off his right hand and put it into the formation.

"Still no response?"

Riya looked at the split eyes on the tentacles, and they stabbed towards his eye sockets as if they understood Riya's wishes.

Riya's original intention was to dig out his eyes and put them aside, and walked into the middle of the formation. However, just when he was about to do so, the formation on the ground suddenly absorbed all the blood in an instant, and a heart-stopping haze erupted. .

Countless whispers and wild laughter poured into Riya's mind. Riya saw that the pattern of the formation spontaneously became more complex and the area continued to expand.

Finally, it extended to Ria's feet until it wrapped him and dragged him completely into the formation.

At this moment, joyful and satisfied laughter appeared in the void.

[At all costs? This is what you said]

[I will give you everything you want, in exchange for you... to perfect the next script for me]

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[Act 2 of the script]

[Director/Screenwriter/Scenic Design/Lighting: Nyarlathotep]

[Starring:? ? ? (played by Riya Kercha)]

[Friendly appearance:? ? ? 】

[Sponsor:? ? ? 】

[The origin of this script? ? ? Sponsored with all your heart]

[What should I do if my child keeps having a bad cough? He is probably disabled. Should he be treated? ? ? My blessing, throw away waste children and breed high-quality heirs. Only the strong are worthy of being my children! 】

GG costs 500 planets, remember to delete the brackets

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【Start shooting! 】

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Riya was woken up by a burst of whispers. When he opened his eyes, the scene he saw had turned into a completely black and white scene.

Next to him was a place similar to a huge theater. He stayed in the center of the stage, locked in a cage. The cage was covered with a translucent black cloth, and the cloth was covered with golden eyes.

Outside the cage, there were piles of boxes.

After roughly observing these scenes, Riya planned to use his power to destroy the cage in which he was imprisoned, but he soon discovered that he was completely unable to use his strength.

Because just when he was about to move, the boxes around him were suddenly opened from the inside by something, and rabbits with black fur and white eyes kept making noises in his ears.

One of them jumped out of the box, ran up to Riya, stared at him, and then turned into a mirror in front of Riya.

And Riya also saw her current appearance from inside.

He also turned into a rabbit.

But this rabbit is colorful, with its face and body covered in oil paint, a bright red tomato on its nose, and a tall clown hat with a red, green and white cross on its head.

"Are you happy?"

The mirror in front of him asked him, and the image in the mirror took off its hat and jumped around, just like a mime actor, which was a funny action that Riya had never made.

"Why should I be happy? Let me out."

Riya frowned. No one could laugh when they were locked up, unless they had mental problems or special fetishes.

The rabbits in the audience were all laughing, and Riya could clearly hear their laughter, as if they could feel full of joy as long as they were locked up.

"Look!" The mirror in front of him pointed around, "Everyone is happy, why are you the only one who is unhappy."

"Because I'm locked up."

"Why are you always depressed? How can we make you happy? Tell us, we want you to be happy."

"Because I'm locked up, let me out."

"Ah, it's really hard for the rabbit to guess, why are you not happy? You're too hard to deal with, this rabbit."

The mirror completely ignored Riya's words, and some of Riya's rabbit fur exploded: "Let me out."

The mirror stopped talking, and it pointed at the black rabbits around: "You go make him laugh."

So the black rabbits began to tell Riya jokes and make faces, trying to please him, but Riya didn't think it was funny at all. He just watched them make all kinds of funny movements there, changing fireworks and gunfire to bombard their companions.

The most terrifying thing is that these black rabbits asked him if it was interesting and funny while doing the movements.

Riya wanted to answer them and tear them into pieces as soon as he got out, but his words would only be ignored by the black rabbits.

So, Leah had no choice but to laugh: "Funny."

"You're lying!!!"

When the black rabbits heard what he said, they immediately pressed Lian towards the cage, and their claws were so strong that they almost tore the black cloth on the cage.

"Happiness is a very important thing. Appropriate chaos brings pleasure, and extreme chaos is the feast of God. You lack such joy. Do you know why?"

"Those rabbits took everything away from you."

The black rabbits pointed at the happy white rabbits in the audience.

"We can see, sir, you are a rabbit who lacks fun. You are completely different from the past."

In their eyes, Leah is like a boring investor or audience who is always watching boring performances. No matter how hard the actors try, they can't please him at all. The actors and screenwriters will also be in a bad mood when watching all this.

No one likes to perform for machines. Even if they have to perform, it is better to be an intelligent machine that can support them.

"It's a pity that we can't set you free, but-ah, we suddenly came up with a good idea. Since you don't like this cage, how about pretending it doesn't exist and becoming one of the actors and audience?"