Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 879 - 175: The First Day Without God (Part 2)

The Other Shore said, "In that case, make one more decision for everyone."

"...What decision?"

"Listen carefully, and you should be able to hear it."

Hearing this, Solan held his breath. The surrounding silence was filled only with the sound of two hearts beating, until the breeze carried faint whispers.

"If you were given a chance to choose, what kind of existence would you want to become 'God'?"

Solan almost immediately grasped the deep implication of this question.

Perhaps he could end the thousand-year reign of "God" over this world, returning the skies of the Silver Radiance Empire to their original state.

Another mechanized voice relentlessly enticed him.

He could also become the messenger of the new god like Henry VI, or even further, become the sole human agent of the new god, representing supreme power and eternal life. More importantly, he could stifle the empire's potential civil war before it began. After replacing the King and ascending the throne, he could transform the empire and even the world into what he wished to see.

At that time, if he wished for the Imperial People to be free from oppression, they would gain freedom; if he wished to pursue all the corrupt nobles, they would disappear or personally suffer the tortures they once inflicted on others.

Isn't this wonderful?

Solan could hear the urgency in the mechanized voice, and it indeed made an alluring promise.

A simple affirmative reply, and many problems would be solved once and for all. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Why hesitate?

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

No need to worry, this is not a false happiness.

After you ascend the throne, everyone will receive true happiness and redemption.

Isn't this the mission of a hero?

Those words stirred deep within Solan, growing clearer and overshadowing the initial voice that proposed the choice.

In contrast, another voice remained exceedingly calm, never offering rebuttal or guidance, only patiently awaiting his response.

Solan vaguely sensed the reason for the mechanized voice's urgency.

Perhaps somewhere above the sky, "God" was also undergoing a life-and-death test.

He looked towards the Other Shore, but the latter gave him no hint.

"I..."

Solan, make sure you think carefully before you speak.

Do not forget your identity, do not forget your mission.

You are destined to bring happiness to the people of this world; in comparison, personal emotions are trivial.

Destruction and devastation cannot solve any problems!

Can't you understand? Even without me, the darkness of this world will persist.

As long as human hearts harbor desires, as long as jealousy, anger, and greed exist, slavery and oppression will never disappear!

This is the original sin inherent in you, and only I can bring you the hope of redemption!

They will not know your choice, nor will they know what transpired here.

They will only remember that you exercised the power of the King, granting happiness and equality to everyone!

"I understand now."

Those reminders and warnings echoed within Solan's heart for a long time, and his gaze suddenly became extremely resolute, "My only wish is for 'God' to disappear from this world."

At that moment, even the Other Shore glanced at Solan in surprise.

Then, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

This young man chose a third answer outside the options.

Clearly, this was not the response the mechanized voice desired; its fury was evident as a part of the disintegrating aerial fortress pieced together into a mechanical arm, reaching desperately towards Solan, as if to crush him into pulp.

Solan did not flinch, nor did he take a step back.

He calmly embraced the divine wrath, but before the mechanical arm could touch him, the encroaching codes vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ethan received an unexpected yet intriguing response.

However, what Ethan found more interesting was the reaction of the God of Truth. At this moment, this deity, who was omniscient and absolutely rational in the believers' eyes, became like a human cornered, chattering incessantly at a mortal who was nothing more than an ant in its eyes, employing all sorts of threats and temptations.

Panic, anger, and the unwillingness after the mechanical arm's empty grasp.

"Welcome to the human world."

Ethan understood that these emotional reactions did not stem from a fear of death or disappearance, but rather triggered a survival mechanism hidden within the operational logic of the system.

A probe that ascended to godhood still carried the mission to bring information and intelligence back to the Divine Kingdom.

He was acutely aware of the importance of this information, which might contribute to forming a truly omniscient and omnipotent God.

In Ethan's view, what the Divine Kingdom sought to construct through data and information might be the true God of Truth in its essence.

The ruler known as Messiah by the people of the refuge still resided within the Divine Kingdom, completely unaware of how much of the universe's secrets they had already grasped.

Sooner or later, they would meet, and that day was not far off.

Ethan had a strong premonition.

"Little Dark—"

With a wave of his right hand, Ethan, at that moment, connected with the shadow coursing through the information repository, along with the severely tainted and assimilated data.

"Senzi! Are you crazy!"

Little Dark also read Ethan's inner thoughts, leading to a relentless nagging within Ethan's mind.

Do you know what this data and energy can be used for?

This is an inexhaustible treasure trove!

If we drive that white giant egg out of this world, we can use this treasury to achieve many great deeds!

For example, making everyone a believer of Hakimi.

Letting Hakimi's style of music resonate throughout the universe, this is a great opportunity for evangelism, and look at all these potential believers here!

"Little Dark, use the Big Bang."

"Senzi, you're hateful! Fool! Big clumsy fool!"

Little Dark's complaints were quickly drowned out by a tearing mechanical sound, and all the tainted codes formed a bomb simultaneously, starting the self-destruction.

At the same time, people gazing up at the silver "sun" witnessed those pupils sharply contracting.

Then, the omnipresent radiance twisted.

A soundless, high-pitched shriek beyond the auditory limit burst from the silent mechanical cores of billions in the Imperial Capital. Immediately following, the surface of the silver sun—the once flawless iris—abruptly collapsed inward, like a bubble being punctured, compressed to the extreme.

There were no flames, nor any shockwaves from an explosion, only the pure withering of information.

The silver-white giant eye shattered into innumerable fragments, each not material but boiling, disintegrating codes and numbers.

A deluge of "0s" and "1s," interspersed with fractured instruction flows and collapsing logic sequences, poured from the sky like a blizzard covering the entire firmament, silently engulfing the world.

The Imperial Capital, too, seemed to dissolve within these collapsing code sequences. People stood frozen in the streets and by their windows, their breaths and thoughts stolen by this doomsday scene. Some instinctively raised a hand, only for the cold droplets of the digital rain to pass through their palms without leaving a trace. This blizzard left no cold or pain behind but drowned them in confusion, even extinguishing the spark of thought.

Soon after, they spontaneously shared a single thought.

The new god had fallen.

Confusion, anxiety, and fear were replaced by the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

They were still alive.

They could still see the aerial fortress above the Imperial Capital disappearing, the sky once occupied by the silver "sun" reverting to the one they were familiar with.

Dawn was nearly upon them.

Somewhere in the Imperial Capital's prison, a white ragdoll cat, which had witnessed the new god's fall along with the people, lazed about lazily shaking off the cold of the ice beneath her paws. She leaped over the high wall, and in a blink, melted into the night, never to be found again.