Chapter 18

Qi Xing covered his face. He had already guessed this ending.

The Loli Evil God smiled self-deprecatingly: "That's right."

The sex generator is just one of the most basic bugs in this world; there are a whole bunch of other even more inexplicable things.

Because the source code for this universe was copied by her.

Copying it was one thing, but she also wanted to add her own creations to it.

Adding her own stuff was one thing, and letting the world develop into a fantasy eroge world could actually be considered a kind of creative idea.

But after she discovered bugs, she didn't want the whole world to become too bizarre.

Since transmigrating, Qi Xing had always felt it was very strange. The humans in this world clearly had some bizarre common sense. They could ignore many obviously strange situations, rationalize everything, and continue living their original lives.

Most of the experts in the world have the appearance of beautiful girls, making one want to complain about why they aren't muscular men.

An ordinary math teacher, because of a special talent, could ejaculate more fluid than his own blood volume. Only Qi Xing would think such an absurd phenomenon was abnormal.

As for the fact that Magical Girls are thick-headed, that goes without saying.

A world filled with superpowered individuals, Magical Girls, hypnotist uncles, tentacle monsters, secret organizations attempting to subvert the world—and all sorts of other messy things—why is the trajectory of its historical development still similar to Qi Xing's original world?

Why have no powerful individuals ever created their own history?

Why do superpowered individuals have to hide themselves to prevent being sliced and studied by the government?

Why do martial arts experts fear the imperial court using a bunch of cannon fodder to suppress them?

Why is it that no matter what kind of secret organization black technology exists, the U.S. military can always fight to a draw with its Seventh Fleet?

Why can the church tie any wizard or strange race to the stake?

It's as if everyone's logic of thinking and genetic structure have been replaced by something else.

Isn't this a kind of modification of the world's common sense?

The answer is simple.

Because, once this world's history goes off track, the world's form changes too much, and it becomes a version completely different from the upper world, this idiot Loli Evil God wouldn't know what to keep copying from!

"Are you a fanfic author who wrote a fanfic and didn't know how to continue the plot, so you had to circle back and copy the original work?!"

This powerful roast forced Samael to dodge her eyes.

Why is this world a huge yellow quagmire?

Qi Xing now basically understood.

First, it's because Samael wrote a bunch of incompatible settings. Moreover, she doesn't even know exactly which ones or where the conflicts are, doesn't know where the loopholes are, and can't even understand her father's original code, making things worse the more she changes them.

Secondly, it's because this world didn't develop into its current form on its own; rather, the idiot creator god, in order to get the art style she wanted, kept applying patches and hotfixes from the outside, piling higher mountains of shit on top of the mountain of shit code, barely maintaining a passable appearance.

A world where she twisted logic just for the sake of convenience.

Samael might be omnipotent in this universe; she is so omnipotent that she can even force any kind of shit mountain to keep running. This is enough for programmers all over the world to burn incense and worship her.

But she is definitely not omniscient.

She is a blind, foolish, idiot creator, an ignorant, omnipotent, retarded goddess, and a flawed tyrant who self-proclaimed as a god.

Time passed like this, and she continued to process it over the long passage of time, keeping the world's art style in the appearance she liked.

Until that day. Two thousand years ago, that man—Jesus—was born on the land on the east coast of the Mediterranean.

He sympathized with everyone in this absurd and twisted world and wanted to save them. But his aspirations were not accepted by the world.

He was captured and imprisoned by the rulers of this world for the price of thirty silver coins, and was put on trial for the crime of [claiming to be the Savior]. No one stood up for him. Moreover, many people even regarded him as a madman to be despised and mocked.

What awaited him was brutal torture.

He was whipped until his skin was torn, the wounds deep enough to see bone, and he was forced to wear a crown of thorns that dug into his head. Then, he was forced to carry the instrument of his own death—a huge and heavy cross capable of crushing his bones—and walked agonizingly to the execution ground. He fell three times on the way, and each time he fell, he was mocked by the people.

Then, in front of the crowd, he was crucified.

First, iron nails were driven through his wrists. Then, the victim's knees were kept in a laterally bent position, and his feet were also nailed down. This forced the victim to maintain an unnatural posture while enduring pain, making it difficult for him to even support his own weight.

Once the cross, which had been laid on the ground, was erected vertically, his entire body weight would be applied to his arms, causing his shoulder joints to dislocate. Losing the support of his arms, his body weight would concentrate on his chest, causing pressure on his diaphragm, making breathing difficult, and increasing his pain.

He was forced to maintain this posture for public display for half a day, enduring slow and cruel prolonged asphyxiation. In his final moments of pain, both of his ankles were shattered by a hammer. Therefore, he could no longer support his body, nor could he stretch his upper body to allow his lungs to expand. After even this minimal means of breathing was deprived, he immediately died from lack of oxygen.

Just like that, [that man] died after enduring pain unimaginable to ordinary people.

A Rome soldier, Longinus, pierced his flank with a spear, and blood sprayed out, proving that he was indeed dead.

His soul fell into the underworld.

Until that moment, Samael finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then mocked her brother: "Oh, bro, why are you here? Do you really think that in my world, you still have the ability to lecture me? This is my domain, it's hilarious—"

Then she was severely taught a lesson by Jesus's divine fist.

"My dear brother beat me to death. The authority I held over the universe was shattered by him and sealed into thirty silver coins."

Samael sighed gloomily, and in front of her spun the first silver coin that Qi Xing had also seen.

"I fell from the Seventh Heaven, tumbled into the deepest bottom of the universe, and was imprisoned in my own corpse."

"I didn't die because this universe has no law that a creator can die. But the result of having no such law is that I also got stuck in a bug, and I am forever dying."

Just like that, the god of the mundane world died. The god from a foreign land descended and killed the idiot tyrant of this world.

However, why didn't this world explode and scatter because of this? Because only those who possess the great power to maintain the world even after death are worthy of being called gods.

Death was never designed for the creator herself. But she is forever dying. Just like a game character stuck in a wall.

Samael's story was almost finished. Qi Xing was tired of roasting, silently looking at the Evil God sitting on the black throne, this snow-white divine beauty.

The black throne was her torture device.

Intense heat and extreme cold coexist here; if a mortal body were to sit on it, it would be reduced to nothing in an instant.

Golden shackles locked her to the throne. Because invisible flames were constantly scorching her, her skin was charred and blistered.

And the pain tormenting her did not stop there.

The girl's fair face was covered by a thicket of thorns on top of her head. They circled her small head like a crown, piercing her skin and letting blood flow constantly.

Her fair limbs were covered in terrible wounds cut by cosmic threads. Those lacerations looked as if sharp blades had deeply cut into her body.

However, Qi Xing could also feel how skillful Samael was as she continued to guide the operation of the cosmic machinery on the throne. He could hear the throne's mechanism reacting to her every subtle adjustment. He could feel the gears and levers beneath the skin of reality yielding to her instructions and commands.

"Wasn't your authority shattered?"

"A little bit is left, barely enough to maintain operation and fine-tuning, otherwise this universe would have collapsed two thousand years ago. Anyway, I have nothing else to do besides this."

Samael said indifferently, her voice now a little lighter,

"Joking aside, guest, I'm actually not really that stupid. I'm not sure if I'll ever have a day of freedom. But for two thousand years, I have reflected on my past mistakes; in hindsight, I did make quite a few mistakes in the past."

"Even so, I still feel that as the creator of this world, I have my own legitimacy."

"I was created by my father, granted the freedom of thought, and granted the knowledge and ability to create the world—since that is the case, why on earth did my brother run down here to beat me to death? I am not convinced."

"Qi Xing, you are the second guest of this universe, the second person to defeat me. Can you tell me what exactly is wrong here? I just wanted to create freely."

Not really that stupid? Qi Xing thought this Loli Evil God was incredibly stupid.

"You secretly copied your hometown's database, then ran away saying you wanted to chase your dreams and create something original. Not only did you make a complete mess of it, but you also don't know where you went wrong? Don't you dare underestimate intellectual property! Isn't this just what you deserve?"

Skipping other unimportant words, he reached out and pointed to the countless cosmic machines, law engines, and levers and threads moving the world around him, and said the most important roast in his heart,

"This world isn't really created by you; it's plagiarized! Of course, there are problems no matter how you change it! If you really want to chase your dreams, you should go create a world that truly belongs to you! Write the code from scratch yourself!"

Want freedom? Want to follow your dreams? Then the only way is true self-reliance.

A long silence filled the bottom of the universe, and in the dust made of broken dreams, the Evil God remained silent for a long, long time.

After a minute that felt as long as a hundred years, she finally laughed self-deprecatingly: "Alright, you're right."

Qi Xing didn't speak, just stared at her.

As the saying goes, it is impossible to persuade a fool to change their views because they cannot be persuaded and will not listen. In other words, if they can be persuaded, it might mean the fool is no longer foolish and can take the first step toward change.

"Qi Xing, I want to make a proposal to you again." Samael said softly,

"Can you help me collect all thirty silver coins and retrieve the full power I held over the universe?"

"Only in this way can this absurd world that is about to collapse be changed."

022: The Overture Has Ended

The beautiful girl Evil God, like a cute little animal, looked up at you with moist eyes, and pitifully, said to you in a soft voice: Can you help me save this world?

—At times like this, most people might just nod without thinking too much. Isn't this the main quest? Accept it quickly!

However, if Qi Xing nodded without saying a word, he would really become a super idiot even stupider than the idiot Evil God.

Shamefully, he is not a hot-blooded protagonist. He is the [Master Leipu] who can unhesitatingly turn hostages into zombies and change them back after saving them; who would refine a villain's testicles into a magic artifact to become stronger, or rip off a Magical Girl's clothes to turn her into a substitute; who would unhesitatingly strike the enemy's lower body and crush their chicken to torture them for information.

The Loli Evil God speaking to him like this, in Qi Xing's view, was just an extremely suspicious trap. Save this retarded Evil God? Seriously?

"Why do you say it is [a world that is about to collapse]?" he asked calmly,

"This world is absurd, but I see that its ability to maintain itself is actually quite strong. With so many demons and monsters, it hasn't been ruined for tens of thousands of years. You were offline for two thousand years, yet heroes spontaneously stood up to fight against evil and actively maintain social order."

Logically speaking, existence is reasonable. If you see so many sensational demons and monsters coming out to kill and rape, and about one in every few thousand people gets played until they go missing, die, or become useless, and any random hypnotist uncle can trigger a terrorist attack. Yet humans are still jumping around in an unbelievable way, thriving and prosperous hysterically, children are born everywhere, and technology is quite advanced, then there must be an inevitable reason for this.

One reason, Qi Xing already knew, was that Samael had always been under the stage repairing the shit mountain, forcibly maintaining the basic social style.

But on the other hand, the world has existed for two thousand years since Samael was blasted away, and there have been countless crises far more outrageous than [a hypnotist uncle hypnotizing a cruise ship for his own dick], yet the modern human world still stands tall. What does this mean?

It means that this world's ability to self-maintain basic social order is actually very strong.

"So many volunteer heroes, following one after another, endless. This is even more than…"

Speaking of this, Qi Xing suddenly closed his mouth first.

Because he suddenly discovered an advantage of this world compared to his hometown: the good and evil of this world are actually quite black and white.

More than 90% of the bad guys here are simple and easy to understand bad guys. Like the villains in manga and anime, you can basically tell at first glance.

Although in these ten years, Qi Xing occasionally encountered bad guys hiding in the ranks of good people, who couldn't be identified at first glance, just like people like Aizen in "Bleach"… but even when watching manga, there shouldn't be many people who can tell Aizen is a bad guy at first glance without being spoiled, right? So this is an exception.

As for the good guys' side, of course, it's impossible for everyone to be a saint. But Qi Xing has been with them for ten years, and relatively speaking, he feels they are still quite altruistic, relatively [Good Alignment]. Rarely are there truly corrupt and depraved people hiding inside.

(I didn't think too deeply about this before, could it be because…)

Until now, Qi Xing suddenly realized,

(In this world, if one doesn't have a certain level of moral integrity. If one indulges in the evil of their own human nature, maybe they really will naturally rot and turn into a monster?)

After all, in this world, there really are demons that will crawl out from your evil thoughts and lusts, swallow you, and possess you.

If humans are rotten to the core and commit unspeakable sins, they don't even need magic; they will turn into evil ghosts themselves.

A world with relatively clear good and evil is not necessarily a disadvantage. But why did Samael say this world would collapse soon?

"Didn't you see it when you came down?" Samael glanced upward,

"In the sea of human collective unconsciousness, isn't there a white slurry vortex?"

Qi Xing nodded. He had indeed seen that thing when he just came down. In the originally dark, silent, and deep blue sea of human collective unconsciousness, for some reason, a terrifying, disgusting, foul-smelling white vortex like rotten milk was swirling and churning.