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Chapter 327: The Dawn of Creation
🕑 Added 2024-10-12 06:27:11 +0000 UTC“Just like the passage of time in the real simulation, it costs one Destiny Point per day,” the glowing elder said. “After the fusion of your home with the World’s Consciousness, it’s indeed possible to lock onto historical nodes. I personally interpret it as the simulation space within the home ‘saving’ the world’s history.
I remember that back in the day, I collaborated with many great scientific minds in history, leading technological innovations time and time again, steering the course of history in various scientific fields! All the breakthroughs that never appeared in history could be brought back to reality.”
“Hm, that sounds desirable, but does that mean… I’d have to personally master every piece of knowledge in each simulation and then bring it back to reality?” Rhett furrowed his brow slightly, asking.
The glowing elder shook his head confidently and replied: “Of course not. Have you forgotten that after a real simulation ends, the home can help you retrieve results rather directly?”
“Though I don’t know exactly how it does this, I can share my experience with you, which might help you understand. Back then, as the master of the home after its fusion with the World’s Consciousness, I could choose to contract my bloodline descendants with the home, allowing them to participate in the simulation. But note, only bloodline descendants can be affected by the home, as they represent your closest and most unique connection—I see it as a bond of blood, an extension of yourself.
“During that time, any scientific breakthroughs in the simulation could be absorbed by me or my descendants by spending Destiny Points. Naturally, the more advanced the breakthrough, especially if it had not yet been developed or was incomplete in reality, the higher the cost in Destiny Points to bring it back.
“I don’t know what changes the home will undergo after integrating with your world, but all in all, this is definitely an extremely valuable ability, worth exploring with care.”
“I see…” Rhett’s eyes gleamed with realization. The elder’s description provided him with a clearer understanding of the simulation space, while also sparking new confusion. After all, this was a different civilization with a different system of transcendence. He had no idea what the simulation space, formed from this native world, could bring back and how it might feed back into various domains. Based on his own experience, Rhett could only speculate that it might help his descendants enhance their powers, just as he had improved his spiritual energy and Dou Qi through previous simulations…
As for other potential uses, Rhett could only wait until the binding was complete to explore further.
For now, he felt a mix of anticipation and relief, knowing that he no longer needed to worry about the strength of his descendants. The entire family could explore the simulation space together, fully understanding the world’s history—a fascinating journey indeed. Perhaps it could even help him uncover the weaknesses of the Blood God Patriarch. Surely, with enough knowledge about the Blood God Patriarch, Rhett would find a way to defeat him!
A smile tugged at Rhett’s lips as he suddenly thought of something. His eyes flickered, and he asked the glowing elder, “I remember you mentioned last time that you could join me and perhaps provide assistance… Tell me about your thoughts on that.”
The glowing elder pondered for a moment before replying: “Certainly. First, we must recognize that the primary difference between the simulation space within the home and real simulations lies in the ability to trace history and the participation of your descendants.
“If you choose to simulate the current timeline, there’s not much difference from a real simulation, except that you can bring your descendants along.
“However, if you choose to trace historical nodes, then the initial state of everything in the simulation space cannot be altered—the home will perfectly restore everything from history, much like a save file. You and your descendants cannot physically descend into that period but must instead use a form of soul transmigration, taking over a native character from that time. The subsequent development of the world will depend on your actions to push and change its course. Each simulation costs the same amount of Destiny Points, but the final outcome and rewards are entirely up to you! It truly tests your capabilities!”
“As for myself, because I’m inherently a character within the simulation space, my existence isn’t bound by any limitations. I’m sure you understand what that means. In short, when the simulation space opens, everything will become clear.”
Rhett nodded, restraining his curiosity, and said, “That’s all we can do for now…”
Returning to the real world, Rhett pulled up the home’s interface.
[Family Head: Rhett Green]
[Second Generation Members: Tuck Green, Riley Green, Taylors Green]
[Third Generation Members: Dick Green, Tracy Green, Carres Green, Kazena Green, Eileen Green, Abel Green]
[Home: Green]
[Home Core: Incomplete]
[Text Simulation]
[Real Simulation]
[Destiny Points: 21,417]
After the fusion with the world, the suffix of the home core had indeed changed. Seeing the word “Incomplete,” Rhett still felt some confusion. When he focused on it, he could sense an ancient, profound, and immeasurable power. Instinctively, he realized this must be the so-called World’s Consciousness or perhaps the World’s Essence.
At the same time, Rhett also felt chaotic forces clinging to and entangling the World’s Essence, as if they were dragging it inch by inch into the abyss. He could sense that the World’s Consciousness was still weak, lifeless. In its incomplete state, it was like a withered tree showing signs of a new spring—either it would be reborn, or it would sink into oblivion once again…
Perhaps due to its incomplete state, Rhett’s perception of the world remained vague. He could only sense its general condition, but he speculated that once it fully recovered, more favorable changes might occur…
“But to think the World’s Consciousness is still holding on… Slaughtering tens of thousands of these advanced orcs has already shown signs of awakening. If I keep up the pressure, maybe it will fully recover!”
Rhett silently encouraged himself. Although he couldn’t yet grasp the full potential of the home core, he could at least sense the state of the World’s Essence. And he was confident that the home still held many secrets waiting to be unlocked—secrets that were simply beyond his current level to access. Additionally, the simulation space was now available, and with over ten thousand Destiny Points in hand, Rhett was eager to dive in and see what it was like to simulate an entire world.
He was also increasingly curious about the changes that the home’s binding with this world might bring. After all, he now understood that depending on the laws, essence, and other differences between the two worlds, the home would undergo corresponding changes and adjustments. For instance, in the elder’s world, the simulations focused on technological breakthroughs, whereas, in this world, they centered on transcendent powers. Therefore, the information the glowing elder provided could only serve as a reference—the actual situation would have to be confirmed through personal experience.
Steadying his thoughts, Rhett exhaled slowly and turned to say, “I feel it too. The evolution of mysticisms has indeed become clearer.”
“So, what’s your next step?” The King of Rem asked, a hint of excitement in his expression. The changes brought by Rhett’s slaughter of tens of thousands of orcs had ignited a fierce fighting spirit within him! The world’s improvement motivated him to kill more orcs—after all, who wouldn’t want to live in a better world with the potential to further increase their own strength?
“Let’s first clear out the orcs from the battlefields surrounding your kingdom,” Rhett replied calmly.
“The Glacier Line, the Mocha Line, and the Frost Line—these are the main defensive lines of the Rem Kingdom. The skirmishes on other smaller lines aren’t as intense,” the King of Rem explained. “The Glacier Line and Mocha Line are both guarded by Saints. Shall we start with these two?”
“No problem.”
Two days later.
On a battlefield drenched in blood and piled with corpses, the human army stood victorious, their feet trampling over the remains of the orcs as they shouted in triumph!
“Haha, with the world’s favor, it’s indeed different—these orcs couldn’t even withstand a single blow from you!”
Hephastos, filled with excitement, walked over to Rhett, pointing to the corpse of a Blood Moon Werewolf. “This guy—I’ve fought him dozens of times in the past, and every time it was a close match. But he didn’t last a second against you!”
The King of Rem also wore a pleased expression. “I feel it too—after clearing out tens of thousands of orcs, the evolution of mysticisms has once again sped up. Although this change is even more subtle than it was two days ago, it’s still on par with what we experienced over two hundred years ago!”
Another Saint nodded in agreement, his voice brimming with enthusiasm:
“There are still several smaller defensive lines left. There’s no time to waste—we should clear out this trash completely!”
Hephastos beamed as he turned to Rhett, his tone respectful. “What do you think, Rhett? What’s our next move against the orcs?”
“I’ll leave the remaining orcs on the borders of the Rem Kingdom to you all,” Rhett replied with a smile. “I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t be joining you.”
“No problem—a butcher’s knife isn’t needed to kill a chicken. I’ll handle this small matter. But Rhett, you’ve done us such a huge favor—I don’t even know how to thank you. Once the war with the orcs is over, our two kingdoms must jointly host a grand banquet!” The King of Rem laughed heartily.
Rhett’s smile remained unchanged as he responded, “Certainly!”
After a few brief words, they each went about their business.
After they parted ways, Hephastos accompanied Rhett back to the top floor of the Round Tower. As they entered the hall, dimly lit by the low light, Rhett didn’t dwell too much on the past two days of warfare. After all, with him there, as long as the Orc King didn’t lead an army or join forces with the Blood God Patriarch, the battles were essentially one-sided.
Instead, he was more focused on the progress of the home’s fusion with the world. Seeing the screen still displaying [Binding in progress…], Rhett unconsciously furrowed his brow.
“Didn’t that elder say the binding should be completed within a few hours?” Rhett muttered inwardly as he walked up the tower’s staircase, deep in thought. “Or… does this world’s essence rank higher than the elder’s? Maybe that’s why the binding process is more challenging and takes longer…”
After much deliberation, Rhett found this explanation most plausible. After all, the world the glowing elder once lived in was like Earth—a place devoid of any transcendent power. In contrast, Rhett’s native world was one where a Saint could easily wipe out all humans and creatures on the planet. Without a doubt, the energy level of this world far surpassed that of Earth…
As Rhett was lost in thought, his foot landed on the corner of the staircase. Suddenly, the screen before his eyes quivered slightly, followed by a series of distortions.
[Binding in progress…]
[Binding successful]
[Home and World have fully merged. Simulation space is now open.]
The unexpected joy of this moment caught Rhett completely off guard. The rapid succession of changes left him frozen mid-step at the stair’s turn.
“What’s wrong, Father?” Taylors turned, his voice tinged with confusion as he looked at his father.
“Nothing, nothing at all. Let’s head upstairs,” Rhett responded, smiling at his son. He quickly composed himself, suppressing his excitement and curiosity as he led Taylors to the top floor and into a private room Hephastos had prepared for him. Sitting down in a comfortable chair, Rhett then immersed his mind into the home.
The moment he entered, Rhett was stunned by what he saw.
The surrounding world was no longer a void, nor was it the pitch-black darkness of before. Instead, it was filled with a vibrant rainbow of light, with the heavens and earth bathed in twisted, multicolored brilliance, resembling a dazzling illusion.
At the same time, Rhett sensed that this simulation space was vastly different from before. The entire world was no longer lifeless; it was permeated with a rich, life-giving energy and other unfamiliar, mystical forces he had never encountered. He speculated that this must be the foundational energy required for the simulation space.
Soon, within the twisted rainbow lights, a beam shot out, condensing into the familiar form of the glowing elder, who approached Rhett with a look of delight: “Rhett, congratulations—the simulation space has fully opened. You can now start a simulation whenever you like!”
“However… this simulation space feels very different from the one I knew. I suspect that my previous experiences may have even less relevance to you now…”
Rhett twisted his neck, scanning the vibrant, kaleidoscopic world, and softly asked, “Can you sense any differences?”
The glowing elder also surveyed the surroundings, recalling and then speaking: “Firstly, the energy here is far more abundant, and I cannot predict what kind of world might emerge under these conditions.
“Secondly, there are many unfamiliar auras mixed in here—something I never experienced in my previous simulations. Perhaps this foreign aura stems from the fundamental differences between the worlds that have merged with the home.”
“That makes sense,” Rhett nodded. “Since you can now participate in the simulations, how about choosing a name for yourself? It’ll be easier to address you that way.”
The glowing elder fell silent for a moment before replying, “Call me Manu…”
Rhett didn’t ask for the reason behind the name and continued, “Manu, what do you think would happen if I went back to the very beginning of creation?”
“You’d probably gain nothing,” Manu said with a chuckle. “In my previous world, going back to the dawn of creation meant there was no opportunity for scientific research, making it difficult to achieve academic or research breakthroughs. Without communication, it was impossible to gather the results of the world’s top talents. What’s the point of interacting with microbes and apes? But as I mentioned, my experience may no longer be as relevant to you, so follow your own instincts.”
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