“World pseudo-spirits? What are those?”
Chen Xu had never heard the term before, but he was curious about this world that radiated such a unique fluctuation.
This eerie fluctuation actually made him feel a slight sense of discomfort.
This discomfort didn’t stem from a threat or fear, but rather... guilt? Chen Xu’s sensation was vague, and he couldn’t be certain.
“Sigh.”
The Fate Typewriter let out a sigh and began to explain the concept of world pseudo-spirits to Chen Xu.
“A world is a special kind of race. Under normal circumstances, a world remains in a state of slumber, silently relying on instinct to absorb energy from the void and grow its origin.
“Even if the creatures within it embark on a transcendent path, the special energy of those transcendent factors will not awaken the world’s consciousness.
“Only when the transcendence within a world reaches a certain level will the world’s consciousness be awakened, gaining sapience and birthing a true spirit.
“Of course, under the stimulation of external objects, a world can also awaken prematurely and birth a true spirit, much like these worlds currently being invaded by world fragments.
“But regardless of how it happens, a world true spirit will follow its racial heritage to nurture the living beings within it. The world and its inhabitants share a harmonious, symbiotic relationship.
“The stronger the world becomes, the more transcendent energy—such as spirit qi or various magical elements—it can provide to its inhabitants.
“And the stronger the inhabitants become, the more the transcendent energy they feed back can promote the world’s growth.
“This logic of development is what we consider the normal state of affairs.”
The Fate Typewriter paused for a moment, as if recalling something unpleasant.
“Truth and falsehood stand in opposition; that which is the opposite of truth is called falsehood.
“Just as in your human race, don’t you also use the term ‘pseudo-humans’ to refer to certain abnormal compatriots within your civilization?
“Pseudo-spirits are the names the Sage gave to those abnormal world true spirits.
“There are countless worlds in the myriad realms, and given such a massive number, a few abnormal world pseudo-spirits are bound to appear.
“These pseudo-spirits share a unified characteristic: they are extremely anti-matter and harbor hatred for all life.
“They treat the living beings within them as fuel and nourishment, devouring them entirely.
“Then, they move on to devour nearby worlds, constantly strengthening themselves by consuming every spark of life they encounter.”
Hearing this, Chen Xu raised a hand to interrupt.
“Wait, devouring life... if even world pseudo-spirits do that, then...”
Chen Xu didn’t finish his sentence, but the Fate Typewriter understood his meaning. It controlled the little green man to nod.
“Indeed, the six special worlds were once classified as world pseudo-spirits by the Sage.
“But later, the Sage discovered they were merely lambs who had lost their sanity in the pursuit of power. They are fundamentally different from true world pseudo-spirits.”
“Fundamentally different? In what way?”
“The act of sacrificing life within the special worlds is driven by a pursuit of power. But for a true world pseudo-spirit, devouring life is done simply for the sake of devouring life.”
Suddenly, the Fate Typewriter changed the subject.
“Lord Chen Xu, have you heard of the void and matter?”
“The void and matter? It sounds familiar. Oh, I remember now. I learned a bit about it when I was scanning Thor’s memories.”
“Thor, that beast that created a special world?
“Since you know about the void and matter, you should know about their adversarial relationship.
“The void represents the ultimate nothingness. The behavior of a world pseudo-spirit is to return matter to nothingness, returning it to the void.
“The massive amount of world origin devoured by a pseudo-spirit vanishes without a trace upon its death.
“Thus, the total amount of matter in the material realm decreases by that portion for no reason.
“Therefore, world pseudo-spirits are the enemies of all material life—undisputed enemies.”
This discussion of truth and falsehood was an eye-opener for Chen Xu. However, he didn’t particularly care whether a world spirit was true or pseudo.
He only cared about whether the birth of these world pseudo-spirits was related to the Mother of Hell.
If it was, then what was the Mother of Hell trying to achieve through them?
“Then why did the Mother of Hell create these world pseudo-spirits?
“Based on what you said, she should be considered part of the material world, right? Why would she make things difficult for herself?
“Could it be that her endless madness has made her like a world pseudo-spirit, hating all living things?”
The Fate Typewriter shook its head; it didn’t understand either.
To find the answer, they could only rely on the Truth Monocle.
The little green man held the monocle to his eye, using it to analyze the pseudo-spirit of this world.
As analytical text continuously popped up within the monocle, the little green man’s brow first furrowed, then relaxed.
But before long, his mouth fell open in shock, and he even let out a few curses that Chen Xu couldn’t understand.
Chen Xu could only infer from the soul fluctuations of the Fate Typewriter that those obscure words were expletives used to express his state of mind.
The little green man dazedly lowered the monocle, then suddenly exerted force and tossed it to Chen Xu.
Chen Xu caught the monocle with his mental strength and checked the analysis on the lens.
【Corrupted World Pseudo-Spirit: A world pseudo-spirit is...】
【The world pseudo-spirit of this location has been eroded by a special Dao principle of Hell—Corruption. The void characteristic of the world pseudo-spirit has also been destroyed. Upon being killed, it will no longer return to nothingness but will instead release a massive amount of Corruption Dao principles.】
【This method of eroding a world pseudo-spirit is unheard of. It has been marked with the highest level of importance.】
【Friendly Reminder: Although the eroded world pseudo-spirit no longer possesses void characteristics, as a precaution, it is still recommended to dispose of this world pseudo-spirit immediately.】
“Corruption erosion? It releases Corruption Dao principles upon death?”
Chen Xu was amazed. He hadn’t expected that the usually crazed Mother of Hell was actually a fellow professional. She seemed to know a thing or two about modifying biological entities.
However, Chen Xu still didn’t quite understand. If the Mother of Hell wanted to replenish Corruption Dao principles or world origin, simply devouring worlds directly would be the most cost-effective method.
Letting a massive amount of world fragments go to catalyze world pseudo-spirits seemed like a losing trade no matter how one looked at it.
Just then, the Fate Typewriter began to emit a series of clacking sounds. Its original typewriter form began to change, reassembling itself into a humanoid being over a meter tall.
Seeing this, Chen Xu couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Holy crap, a Transformer?”
The Fate Typewriter looked at Chen Xu, asking in confusion, “A what?”
“Nothing. Lord Fate, you can transform?”
“Of course. What is so strange about that? Yokai can take human form, and spirits can take human form. I am a Truth Relic, a mechanical creation; it is perfectly reasonable for me to transform and reassemble myself.”
“Reasonable, very reasonable. But why the transformation?”
“Oh, I am following the prompt from the Truth Monocle to destroy this world pseudo-spirit.
“After all, it is already my honor that you accompanied me here. How could I let you take action for such a trivial matter?”
With that, the peculiar field surrounding the Fate Typewriter automatically expanded, enveloping Chen Xu.
Then, a series of clicking sounds came from the Fate Typewriter as it wrote a sentence in the space before it.
“This world heads toward its end.”
Once the words were written, they swayed in the air for a few moments before vanishing.
In the next instant, the earth began to tremble, and thunder roared in the sky. The aura within the world became even more bizarre, as if doomsday had arrived.
Twenty-four hours later, under the influence of the Fate Typewriter, the world gradually collapsed. Space telescoped inward, unable to maintain a stable structure.
Chen Xu watched the doomsday scene impassively while his mental strength scanned back and forth. Suddenly, a familiar aura was born out of thin air at the core of the world.
“Corruption Dao principles really are being born. How strange—the world origin is being converted directly into Corruption Dao principles.”
Chen Xu gathered all the Corruption Dao principles converted from the world origin, not letting a single wisp escape.
Once the world was completely destroyed and the eerie aura of the world pseudo-spirit had vanished entirely, Chen Xu held a sphere of extremely pure Corruption Dao principles in his hand.
After sealing the sphere with nine hundred and ninety-nine layers of Necrotic Dao principles, Chen Xu tossed it into the Necrotic Dao Court.
While Chen Xu was handling the cleanup, the Fate Typewriter pulled out various instruments to test the data.
When the final test result came out, the Fate Typewriter shouted.
“I know the Mother of Hell’s goal!”
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