Marvel With Zanpakutou-Chapter 546: Wilbur’s Manuscript 2

1913, June.

When His Majesty George the Fifth was inspecting the troops, he suddenly fell from the back of the galloping horse, causing the bone basin to almost shatter.

This fall caused His Majesty's health to decline greatly, and I quickly realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and perhaps I could use this incident to gain the right to rule the Newcastle territory.

Through studying those active plants, I concocted a potion to increase vitality.

These drugs that are full of active power quickly cured His Majesty George the Fifth's injury and made him more energetic than before. I also got what I wanted. I became the court chief physician and got the right to rule Newcastler.

And I only paid a few square meters of grass skin.

Those stupid nobles were bought by me. No one can refuse such a mysterious potion. They are like maggots in the toilet. Their rotten bodies have long been rotten. They can only rely on my potion of life to survive.

The Wott family has never been so popular.

But I don't care about these hollow things. I am different from those politicians who have been corrupted by power. What I pursue is only the truth and knowledge, and what I want is hidden in that land!

My intuition tells me that there must be a secret there!

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1913, October.

A bad news, I found that the activity of the land is weakening.

I can't watch all of this happen. Those greedy nobles are waiting for my medicine. If the land and vegetation lose their activity, then the outcome waiting for me is to be torn apart by those hateful wolves!

No, this is not what I want!

I tried to stop this power from disappearing, but unfortunately, it could not be done without any method.

The activity contained in the land and vegetation is getting less and less. It is estimated that it can only last for three months at most. Therefore, I must find a way to prevent this power from disappearing during this period of time!

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1913, December.

Bad news came one after another, and the power was already very thin.

If nothing unexpected happens, the power will disappear completely at the end of this month, and the land and vegetation will return to their previous state. At that time, I will no longer be able to produce that magical potion.

The falling meteor, not a single one found its existence.

Originally, I thought that after the meteorite fell, it shattered and fused into this land due to the huge impact. That was why such a powerful life was born. But now, I still have one last chance. That is to find the material left behind by the meteorite!

I built a factory in this area and announced to the world that it was used to deal with the waste materials of the city.

This kind of factory is everywhere in England. Therefore, no one will doubt me. Those stupid civilians are even thanking me. However, in this way, I can openly dig and study this land. I hope to find the material left by the meteorite.

May the benevolent Father, bless your devout believers!

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Year 1914, the end of January.

The digging process was very smooth, and no one found it.

The only regret was that I could not trust others, so I could only dig by myself. Fifty meters from the surface, I finally found the meteorite. I did not expect it to be a pure golden egg!

This golden egg was about three meters in diameter, and the outside seemed to be woven by some kind of velvet, emitting an extremely majestic mysterious energy. It was at least a hundred times more than the land and vegetation before.

Just breathing near the golden egg made me feel a steady flow of power.

But at the same time, I heard a strong heartbeat coming from this golden egg.

Something is growing inside this golden egg, so the activity in the land and vegetation disappeared. Is it because the thing inside this golden egg is recovering?

I don't know what is hidden in this golden egg.

But if I want this energy, I must let the thing in the egg continue to sleep!

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1914, February.

Unfortunately, I tried all means but could not open this golden egg.

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1914, March.

The heartbeat inside the golden egg became more and more intense, and I could even occasionally hear the sound of breathing.

I didn't have much time left, and the things inside quickly recovered. I remembered that there was some extraordinary knowledge recorded in the Wattley's library. Perhaps they could help me open this thing.

I hope grandfather didn't lie to me. Those books are really useful.

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1914, April, London.

I found a book that recorded a strange ritual.

However, I had no other choice. I followed the description in the book and successfully held the ritual.

When I got closer to the truth, I was already bathed in the glory of knowledge.

Humans were too small. The truth that they pursued in their lives was just an illusion of hollow.

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Year 1914, the end of April.

I used the knowledge in my brain to open the golden egg.

But the scene in front of me now subverted my understanding of the whole world.

I once thought that there would be no gods in the world.

The omnipotent and merciful Father was just a religion.

But now, I realized that I was wrong. There really were gods in this world. They looked at us from high above, watching humans suffer from the hardships of life and death and war, but they never showed mercy to save us.

God could not be both omnipotent and good.

If God was omnipotent, then he must not be merciful.

If God is merciful, then He is definitely not omnipotent.

This is... unfair!

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1914, May.

It was too amazing!

It was simply inconceivable. So there was actually such a creature in the world

Year 1914, June.

A blank.

Year 1914, July.

A blank.

1914, August.

God is neither omniscient nor omnipotent, nor merciful.

1914, September.

A blank.

1914, at the end of September.

A girl from the future was most suitable to be used as a cornerstone.

1914, October.

The research progressed very smoothly, but the experimental subjects were no longer enough.

1914, November.

I have to thank Germany. If not for the war they triggered, perhaps I would not have such a good opportunity.

Since the commoners in the city have already discovered the truth, it would be better to take this opportunity to turn them all into experimental subjects. Anyway, it is now a war period. As long as we use a little trick, we can hide from those stupid politicians.

1914, December.

I need to observe a large number of deaths!

1914, the end of December.

I didn't expect that the thing I got from the golden egg could actually summon something from another world. This way, it can help me complete the plan.

1915, January.

Germany bombed London.j

The hotel modification plan was completed and everything was ready - only the last 'experiment' was left.

My godly Ascension Project can finally begin!

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