Swallowing the Stars: The Supreme Being of All Heavens

Chapter 257 When Truth is False, Falsehood is Truth

Chapter 257 When Truth is False, Falsehood is Truth

"I see." Through these conversations among the "spirits from beyond the realm," Suk had gained a fairly good understanding of the origins of the souls in the mysterious space.

"The gap between two worlds?" Although there are still many unknowns, such as how his own nest is connected to that place.

But to understand this point, one must first understand one's own innate abilities, which is obviously impossible.

"Are there only ten of us here?" The tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed youth looked around and asked.

"There should be more, maybe we're the first batch," the short, slightly chubby, blue-haired boy scratched his head. "But this time there wasn't even a tutorial. Is it another one of those open-world adventure games with absolutely no hints or explanations?"

"I hope it's not some post-apocalyptic wasteland survival theme." A girl with a pink ponytail crossed her arms and complained, "This place looks like a survival base. In the last game, I initially thought it was going to be about fighting zombie monsters, but then a Cthulhu god popped up at the end. It's so ridiculous."

"I've heard of that game you mentioned. I think the ending is about the destruction of the universe?" someone said.

"My last game was a cultivation world, and the world-building was pretty big, but those powerful beings like Immortal Kings and Dao Emperors kept traveling back in time to fight, which initially drove my people crazy—by the way, my ID is 'K God is My Dog,' have you heard of it?"

The others stared blankly at him, while "That K-God is my dog" wore a smirk. "But my guild is still very strong. Above everyone's Dao Sacrifice, it's known as one of the top ten guilds in the entire server. You guys really haven't heard of it?"

"Stop showing off. It's just a game. There's no point in talking about it. After playing for a long time, who hasn't been a creator god or Pangu a few times?" A seemingly taciturn person finally couldn't help but complain.

Because of the dream game, no matter how many worlds they experience, how long they live, or how powerful they become in a certain world, they will revert to their original form once they leave that game world.

However, in their minds, this is the normal thing to do.

A game is a game, and "reality" is "reality".

The usually quiet, aloof, long-haired girl with blue hair suddenly walked towards the door.

"What are you doing?"

The blue-haired girl said without turning her head, "It seems that standing still won't trigger anything. I'll go outside and take a look."

The ten people who remained looked at each other, and the tall, brown-haired youth said, "Let's go out and see what's going on. Even if we encounter danger, we can always be resurrected."

They are immortal.

Unless you care about the gaming experience and never want to die, death is a common occurrence.

Suk, watching all this from above, sighed inwardly.

Didn't they ever consider that this world is real?

wrong.

Suk stroked his chin.

Can we really distinguish between reality and illusion at times?

This is clearly something that can only be achieved from a higher-dimensional perspective.

"Could it be that the whole world is just a game for some beings?" Suk muttered to himself.

He suddenly remembered his first talent that had never been revealed.

A strange, unknown sense of dread spread throughout my body.

It was as if some kind of taboo had been triggered.

Suk quickly stopped his thoughts from going any further.

He then looked at the 'players' who were exploring the interior of the nest like curious children. "My existence, and their existence, heh, how interesting."

Suk suddenly became interested in what impact these "players" would have on the world in the future.

Compared to himself, at least these players were under his control.

"Let's arrange things for these players first," Suk thought.

Soon, in the wide corridor, a tall, black, metallic intelligent robot appeared before the players.

"Wow, it's a robot."

Players who could do almost anything in other game worlds were now shouting and yelling like ordinary people playing a virtual reality game for the first time.

"Hello, newborns, please come with me," the robot said in a mechanical voice.

Players whose physical abilities were generally only at the apprentice level were naturally no match for this planetary-level robot and quickly followed it away.

"This is... a spaceship?" All ten players were stunned.

"Yes, you will be sent outside by headquarters to start a new life," the robot said matter-of-factly.

Suk's plan for these players was to send them to various planets and let them develop freely.

However, these players won't get separated, because they have an internal "forum." This is something Suk just discovered.

Forums only appear when players are present. However, the forums were previously deserted because there were very few players.

"These players are only at the apprentice level. If they don't break through to the planetary level, they'll probably die of old age in a thousand years," Suk thought to himself as he watched the players enter the spaceship.

However, even if they die of old age, they can be resurrected, because their souls are immortal to this world.

Moreover, they can integrate into the vessel of this world and continue to grow.

Even if their soul consciousness grows to the level of a World Lord, Suk can create World Lord-level bodies for them, and they will become World Lords.

However, a group of self-aware players, when gathered together, are not as effective as completely disciplined Zerg warriors.

Soldiers don't need to have their own ideas.

Suk didn't plan to personally train these players because he felt it would be too troublesome. He didn't even show up, nor did he plan to create any official game settings. Since they had already treated this as a completely free and open-ended game, they could explore and fill in the gaps in their imaginations on their own.

Suk just lets the animals roam freely, and at most provides some guidance when the time comes.

"Two ways of descending: one is random, appearing somewhere in the universe, on some life form."

"They may appear in human territories, insectoid territories, demonic territories, and hellish territories—"

"It might become human, or it might become a plant life form, a golden-horned behemoth, or a special life form—"

"But that's a very, very small probability. The vast majority of people in the universe are still ordinary races." Suk shook his head.

Even among humans, who are considered the pinnacle of society, aren't the vast majority of them only of ninth-rank blood? Not even adult apprentices!

"Secondly, my mother nest will create bodies for them to descend upon."

In comparison, Suk prefers the first method. It's more likely to bring surprises and saves him the trouble of creating bodies for the players.

There's also the hassle of arranging their spawn points.

"They are still too weak right now." Suk looked intently at the spaceship leaving this independent world.

These players are still unaware that they were previously in the Mother Nest, which is located within a world ring space.

What awaited them outside was an even more magnificent universe.