When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 967: Chapter 330: 10 Source Rivers?

—— And just a short while before this moment.

In the Eternal Theocracy, Aiwass, deep in slumber, momentarily opened his eyes unconsciously, only to close them once again.

And Aiwass, drifting between reality and the Dream Realm, suddenly ceased his carefree flight.

His brow furrowed slightly as he gazed southward, his eyes bright as The Sun, vaguely betraying a hint of worry.

“What has happened?”

—— Just now, Aleister had lost all contact with him.

Since Aleister set foot on the land of Star Antimony, Aiwass had an inkling that something was amiss.

While Aleister was aboard the ship, Aiwass could communicate with Aleister anytime, anywhere… But once Aleister entered Leipzig City, their communication began to Blur.

To describe it, it was like the difference between having a voice call and chatting through text messages.

With the former, one could easily sense what the other person was doing, speak at any time, and hear the other’s state and emotions through their words.

But with the latter, the feedback was delayed… not only does speech not fully convey information, but one also had to wait for the other to receive the message.

Like a priest hearing a confession, Aiwass sensed Aleister’s vulnerability and melancholy, perceiving the other’s sentimentality and emotional volatility.

In truth, their connection had indeed weakened. And as time went on, it continued to weaken even further.

Until just now, when their connection was completely severed.

“How sad…”

Aiwass gently closed his eyes and raised his head. His Spiritual Body, which had been hovering freely in the air, now floated motionless, arms outstretched as if embracing the sky: “It turns out I am always human, after all. I am not without sorrow, just as I am not omnipotent.”

In his half-open eyes, there shone a compassionate divine light.

Contrary to Aleister’s increasingly intense emotions that spiraled out of control.

Aiwass distinctly felt his own emotions gradually becoming more subdued.

Or rather —

He began to slowly understand the Elves who Amberficated and turned to trees.

“Why would you entertain such dangerous thoughts?”

The voice of the Lord of Scalefeather echoed within Aiwass.

Then, that voice resounded right beside Aiwass — where only the sky near Aiwass’s flight had been present, there was now a figure without a face clad in black. He rode atop a chair, with his arms crossed on the backrest, and his head resting on his arms.

The Lord of Scalefeather’s avatar spoke lazily: “Omnipotence… that is not something you can touch.”

“Yep, I am aware.”

Aiwass’s voice was calm, serene, and tinged with a hint of divinity: “Human perception, the self, they stem from humanity’s imperfections, from fear and incompleteness.

“Because we can be hurt, can die, we feel pain, a warning. We have touch, sight, hearing, smell, taste… all of these are for survival. From our ‘not being omnipotent’ imperfections, we extend the tendrils of our senses.

“If one day humans become omnipotent beings, then these senses would no longer have a reason to exist. The civilization, culture, countries, and emotions born of these senses… how fragile and insignificant are they?”

“—— That’s why this world does not possess [Perfection], nor [Omnipotence].”

The Lord of Scalefeather said offhandedly: “All Extraordinary Powers in this world are incomplete. No force is absolute, objective, the sole correct Path, nor is there any ability that incurs no cost, has no drawbacks.

“Through a glass window, we see nothing — that is the true nature of the world. But if that glass is shattered by an external force, we then obtain beautiful shards of glass. By shattering perfection, we gain a plethora of imperfections… from which human civilization arises… and thus shines brightly.”

“Perhaps so.”

Aiwass responded evenly.

He did not look at the Lord of Scalefeather, instead stand above the sky, gazing down upon the earth.

For Aiwass now, he could travel freely following his heart’s desires. He no longer had the need to eat or drink, to sleep or labor — he needed to do nothing, and nothing could restrain him. And living in the space between the Material Realm and the Dream Realm, nothing could affect him.

Empowered by The Holy Crown, Aiwass could change everything to his heart’s content. He merged with the carcass of The Great Tree, and the whole Holy Nation had become an extension of his shell. Anyone living on The Great Tree had become his subjects, his children.

Like The Sun, he quietly burned himself, dispensing Light equally across the land.

That mood… was like playing “Stellaris” after setting everything up and entering “Observation Mode.” Quietly overseeing the galaxy, watching colors being dyed back and forth.

Calm, curious, bored.

Even as he felt an inexplicable relief, time was passing without meaning. Like sitting by the sea, watching the tides ebb and flow, witnessing the cycle of the sun and the moon.

Aiwass felt an unparalleled tranquility within himself, devoid of all distracting thoughts.

His pupils were clear and transparent, his brain pristine and spiritual, his soul still as an ancient well.

“Do you Gods always feel this way?”

Aiwass suddenly asked.

“What feeling?”

The Lord of Scalefeather raised his head: “Being able to act freely? It’s not impossible, but it lacks meaning. The so-called ‘Pillar God’ is the pillar that stands firm within the human world… We are indeed the forerunners on the Path, but at the same time, we are prisoners bound by the Path.