I Am God!

Limetown.

It belongs to the fireman, the mayor of this small town.

This place has long since become a lair for ghouls, and the original mayor and his family have also become ghouls, accompanying them at the end of the group.

He still looks like an ordinary person, but his face is pale and his eyes are reddish.

"boom!"

Ackerman pushed open the door and walked out.

The embarrassed look he had just now completely disappeared. He changed his clothes and took care of his hair meticulously.

And the face that was uncertain due to loss of control also lost any expression again.

A large number of ghouls in the dark hall raised their reddish eyes and looked at their master, looking a little penetrating.

"His Majesty!"

"Owner!"

Ackermanmon gave the order: "Return to the Red Earth Territory."

Although Kormis seemed to have no way to leave the pyramid, Ackermanmon was still worried that he had other means.

For example, the way Kormis used a seed to attach itself to the lizard man just now has shown that the apostle's methods are far beyond those of ordinary powerful people.

The old ghoul standing in front seemed to vaguely understand something. He looked at Ackerman, who was masked with excitement, stretched out his hands and shook them involuntarily.

"His Majesty!"

"Has it been successful?"

The old ghoul understood what the purpose of Ackerman's trip was and what he wanted to do.

However, Akmanmon did not answer, but walked outside.

"Walk!"

Ackerman left Lime Town with a group of ghouls, disguised as an ordinary caravan.

As soon as Ackerman left with his front legs, Anu, the lizard man with his hind legs, led the lizard people to chase them to Lime Town, but it was still a step too late.

"The Fire One is missing?"

"A caravan just left at night?"

Anu was not reconciled and led people to follow the traces of the strange caravan.

But the other party seemed to be heading north, but the lizard people chased all the way to the north, and the traces of the other party disappeared completely.

Anu looked at the disappearing traces on the ground: "They are very careful. It seems that after the last loss in Eclipse City, these corpse eaters have also become wary."

The lizard people are extremely angry and feel unable to vent their anger.

"Just let that guy run away like this?"

"Our companions cannot die in vain."

"Make him pay."

Anu looked at the others: "Of course it won't end like this. The enemies of these man-eating monsters are everywhere, and even the gods despise them."

"It's okay for them to hide in the darkness and not come out. As long as a little shadow is revealed under the light, the death knell of their demise has already sounded."

Anu asked most of the lizardmen to return to the village, and he took two lizardmen and set off to another destination, taking the mission entrusted to him by Kurmis.

"Let's go to the Fire Protection City."

The three lizardmen wore cloaks and headed to Suinhor's capital.

——

Ackerman made his way back to the red clay territory.

The luxurious and spacious carriage not only has a table, but also a row of shelves on which are placed many books that Ackerman must carry with him.

Ackermann took out several props and turned them into a temporary barrier.

In the car, he summarized all the gains from this trip. He even separated the scenes in his memory and made them into images to watch over and over again.

Pyramids, potions, murals, pots of gold.

There is also the giant Quetzalcoatl divine grace puppet that he manipulates countless vines with a single thought.

Picture after picture rotates by.

Ackerman watched and wrote furiously in the barrier.

Occasionally, some experiments and attempts are made.

He was completely immersed in it, as if nothing could disturb him.

Ackerman also felt a strong sense of crisis, not only due to the madness in his body that was constantly eroding his sanity, but also from external factors.

The incident that Thurro caused was too big and too terrible.

Now that the ghoul has reappeared on the giant island of Ruhe, it is impossible not to attract people's attention.

Not just mere mortals.

It might even be.

gods.

Ackerman must race against time to get that glimmer of hope.

All the time.

Ackermanmon has been trying his best to avoid the situation that Thro faced, and to avoid the final situation where he had no choice.

But when it came to him, he found that his situation was very similar to that of Thu Luo.

"Why do you always feel that you have a choice?"

Only at this moment did Ackerman truly understand the meaning of Thuro's words.

“One is truly strong when he carves out his own path without any choice.”

Ackerman lowered his head and suddenly used a lot of force on his pen. After a long time, he exhaled and continued writing.

"Level 4, Divine Grace Technique, the three elements are condensed into Divine Grace Stone, and the subsequent steps can be adjusted."

"You can adjust it according to the divine grace of the abyss and choose your own path of apostleship."

This was one of the gains Ackerman gained from his trip to the Quetzalcoatl Pyramid.

Ackerman took out "Abyss Divine Grace" from the shelf, opened it, and marked the three elements.

"Curse seal, divine blood, spirit."

Ghouls were born from the plague blood curse, and the curse seal condensed by Ackerman was also a plague blood curse.

but.

There is a big problem here.

The core part of the Plague Blood Curse comes from the Curse of the Corpse Eater, which is a curse imposed by the Lord of Purgatory on those who have violated taboos.

If Ackerman becomes an apostle, he will fall further into purgatory and can only use the power of the abyss to hold himself back.

He is on a single-plank bridge between purgatory and abyss.

Destined to fall into one of the two.

But now Ackermann neither wants to fall into the flames of purgatory nor the darkness of the abyss.

In fact, he could have become an apostle a long time ago, but it was precisely because of this hesitation that he was stuck there.

But the good thing is.

He made a lot of preparations in this regard, and even had many ideas about how to become a myth, and collected a lot of information about the power of gods.

"You must change the curse seal."

"It is also impossible to condense the mythical organs according to the method in "Abyss Divine Grace Technique". There is a problem with this section, and there is a trap set by the evil god of the abyss."

Ackerman immediately thought of his previous idea.

The ghoul condenses its obsession with immortality and death, and then imitates the Lord of Purgatory, condensing it into an oath similar to the curse of the ghoul.

Ackermann was thinking.

If the power of this oath is used to replace the curse of condensed plague blood curse.

What kind of apostle will he become?

If he takes this oath and swears to the Crown of Wisdom again, turning the content of this oath into an eternal racial oath, what will it look like?

Ackerman made up his mind.

Decided to first create an item similar to the Alchemist’s Divine Pact Lamp and the Witch Spirit’s Book of Witch Spirits.

Then let it absorb the obsessions of those ghouls and turn it into an object that carries the oath.

That will be the origin of his next series of plans, and it is also a very critical step.

Ackerman wrote a lot in his notebook. He almost stayed up and sorted out all the information and knowledge he got from Thro, from the abyss, and from the feathered serpent Kurmis.

Facing many crises, Ackerman seemed to be pushed to his limit.

Instead of feeling fear, he felt his mind became clear and he thought about many things more clearly.

Not only did he make all his next plans, he even completely integrated what he had thought and learned before.

"Plan One: Apostle"

"Create a prop, use it as the core to swallow the will and spirit of ghouls and those who yearn for immortality, and eventually form a spirit of obsession with immortality."

"Then absorb this obsession to condense a new plague blood curse, and use it to become an apostle."

Next, Ackerman wrote his second plan.

"Plan 2, race."

If you want to take the oath of the Crown of Wisdom, you must have a race that you control and control.

This is the power Ackerman hopes he will have in the future, and this is also the path for the future.

But another problem arises.

Are ghouls a race?

Although Ackermanmon failed to get the method of Kormis to make brown bulb vines and lizardmen during this trip, Kormis's method of making potions and then creating mutated beasts gave Ackermanmon a brand new idea. .

"What if race is defined by blood?"

"Are monsters a race?"

"Are the abyssal species considered a race? Do they also have their own bloodline?"

Thinking of this, Ackerman seemed to have the answer.

"So the concept of race in the Wisdom Crown's Oath may be a group that can separate from other intelligent species and reproduce and inherit on its own."

"Can I turn ghouls into races like monsters and abyssal species?"

Ackermanmon wrote: "I can create a prop like Kurmis, and then use this prop as the core to create a race that does not require blood and uses the plague blood curse to inherit and reproduce,"

"No, I can directly use the first plan: the props used among the apostles to collect obsessions and carry oaths."

"It's just right!"

As Ackermanmon wrote, he summoned the plague blood curse from his body.

This plague blood curse is twisted and ghastly, carrying the terrifying power of the curse. It looks like a large number of insects intertwined together.

This also inspired Ackerman, who wrote while looking at Plague Blood Curse.

"I can use this tool to carry and collect obsessions. Based on my own obsessions and curse-like power, I can sense and pursue those who regret before they die and long for immortality."

"After his death, his spirit and desires will be combined to give birth to new plague blood curse seeds."

"Eventually evolved into an extraordinary primitive life entity that is similar to a monster and does not need blood."

Ackermanmon wrote based on what he thought of the form of the Plague Blood Curse: "Maybe it's a kind of bug."

"This kind of bug has no intelligence, but the bug can swallow the wisdom blood in the corpse and gradually take shape."

"In the end, a new consciousness was born, controlled this corpse, and turned into a new ghoul."

Ackermann wrote faster and faster, and the final form of the ghoul gradually became complete in his design and mind.

"Whether it is a winged man, a lizard man, or a snake man, anyone matched by this item will have corpse-eating insects born after death."

"Even the corpses of those animals may have corpse-eating bugs born."

"It's just that the corpse-eating bugs born in animals have no potential. They cannot quickly acquire wisdom like other corpse-eating bugs, and they can also advance along the way."

“But as long as life exists, as long as death exists, ghouls will always exist.

"Ghouls do not rely on blood for inheritance, but rely on the seeds of the plague blood curse to reproduce. They are like a living curse."

Ackermann wrote heartily. He did not create a new blood species, but he imagined a new extraordinary race similar to monsters.

Ackermann felt.

This new ghoul is more complete and more in line with his vision.

After becoming an apostle, he prepared the way to collect divine blood, as well as his own strength and path in the future.

Finally, Ackermanmon wrote down his ultimate goal.

"Plan Three: God."

Ackerman hesitated for a long time, and after careful consideration, he wrote down three words.

"pyramid?"

"ceremony?"

"Magical props?"

Ackerman added a question mark at the end of each paragraph.

This piece of content is the most elusive thing for Ackerman. He has too little information.

"Kulmis integrated herself into a prop, then created potion plants and mutated beasts."

"Let the lizardmen plant and collect magic potions and crystal stones born in mutated beasts, and finally accept sacrifices to collect divine blood. In this way, a large amount of divine blood can be collected to become a god."

Ackerman could understand these processes and even do them himself.

But at the end.

Ackerman stopped and discovered a problem.

A difficult problem to understand and solve.

After absorbing so much alien blood, why didn't Kurmis go crazy?

"How did Kormis avoid the madness and backlash caused by swallowing the blood of alien gods?"

"If he can't get around it."

"Didn't this completely turn me into a prop, without any trace of consciousness or existence?"

The path that Achmanmon witnessed from Kurmis is a path that became a mythical tool.

only.

Kurmis did not choose to become a mythical prop. He just wanted to create a mythical prop to become a stepping stone for him to gain spiritual power.

But Ackerman didn't know that he regarded this as the orthodox path to becoming a god.

However, from the beginning, Ackerman had no way to become a demigod. The divine blood in his body had long been contaminated, and becoming a prop was his only destiny.

But now, he lacks the most crucial thing.

Divine Grace Four Points Secret Technique.

Only this four-point secret technique originating from Anhofors and the Royal Samo family can give birth to mythical items without falling into madness.

Ackerman didn't have this method, so he was stuck in a dead situation at the moment.

He himself also realized that he lacked something crucial. The secret technique of becoming a god in this system could no longer be broken through with ordinary wisdom.

That requires the accumulation of generations, and the succession of geniuses from generation to generation.

"what to do?"

"How can we solve this problem?"

Ackerman couldn't solve the problem, he didn't know where to start.

Ackerman was thinking about this problem sleeplessly in the carriage. He looked gradually withered, and finally became as thin as a corpse.

"Want to take the risk?"

"Adventures only end in failure."

"No, this is an absolutely failed adventure and makes no sense."

——

On this day, the motorcade that had been moving forward stopped.

Judging from the time, it was still dark, and we had not arrived at our destination, Red Earth City.

However, Ackerman in the carriage didn't feel it at all. He just wanted to know how to solve the problem of madness and how to become a real god.

The old ghoul opened the car curtain and prostrated respectfully outside.

"His Majesty!"

The haggard, even decadent Ackerman looked at the old ghoul.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"

The old ghoul said: "A group of cavalry is plundering the village in front, blocking our way."

Small-scale conflicts have been breaking out between the Red Earth Territory and the Dranworth Territory recently. Such situations often occur in the areas bordering the two sides, with plundering and killing without sleep.

Most soldiers join the war to make a fortune. They are more interested in looting villages and towns than fighting and fighting.

Ackerman: "Don't worry about them, we will go there later."

The team obeyed the order and waited until everything was over before setting off.

The caravan passed the road in the village in front, and no one alive could be seen inside.

Women and children were taken away, and all property was looted.

The arrogant soldiers even set a fire and set the house on fire. There were also charred corpses in the house. It is not known whether they were burned like this after death or were locked alive in the house and burned to death. of.

Sitting in the car, Ackerman also smelled the smell of burning and the strong smell of blood.

He got out of the car, lowered his head and saw corpses strewn on the village roads, as well as blazing fires and black smoke from the houses on the roadside.

However, he was used to seeing death, and there was no wave on his face. He just said one sentence.

"Plunder each other, kill each other, and devour each other."

"Looks like."

"There seems to be a ghoul inside everyone."

Ackerman was about to turn around and leave, when a "corpse" on the road suddenly moved.

He looked over and saw that it was a young male snake-man who was not completely dead.

But judging from his appearance, he won't live long.

The man was lying on the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were looking at the sky, and his mouth was trembling, as if he was saying something.

Ackerman suddenly became interested. He wanted to hear what a person wanted to say before he died.

He leaned closer and heard the man's soft voice.

"Gods!"

"Supreme Creator!"

"The God who dominates life..."

"Please...please...take me to your kingdom..."

As the man spoke, he gradually died and stared.

At this moment, Ackerman really felt that something disappeared from his body, as if he had gone to another dimension.

He couldn't see it, but he could feel it.

In other words, every powerful person can feel this change, but they cannot directly touch it and cannot stop it.

Because this is a law set by the Creator and a gift protected by the Lord of Dreams.

Of course Ackermanmon knew this myth, a legend that had been passed down since the beginning of the Era.

"Life's dream."

"The laws set by the supreme god."

"All wisdom will return to the kingdom of the gods, the eternal dream sea of ​​stars."

Ackermanmon has even seen such a painting.

King Smerkel of Suinhor traveled through the dreamy star sea under the leadership of God Iva and saw his dead old friend.

Thinking of this, Ackerman's decadent face suddenly showed fluctuations.

Ackerman, who was trapped in a deadlock, seemed to have found a breakthrough, and suddenly thought of something.

He returned to the carriage, took out the projection prop, and projected the scene he saw in the Feathered Serpent Pyramid.

He looked at the murals in the castle hall one by one, and finally settled on one of them.

In the mural.

A huge passage opened in the sky, leading directly to the dream world, which is the kingdom of the gods in the snake-man mythology.

A white mythical door looms inside.

But there is something else.

A bubble emitting colorful light floats in the dream world, and there seems to be a stone slab inside.

Two lines extending from the stone slab lead to the human world, pulling on the two figures.

One was Shana, the former city lord of Meiya City, and the other looked vaguely like a human.

Because the painting is too abstract, like a tangled ball of thread.

The two of them were pulled towards the dream world like puppets on strings.

When Ackermanmon saw this painting for the first time, he just thought that these were two unlucky guys who died in the disaster coming from the evil god, just like Kurmis who turned into a feathered serpent.

But at this moment, Ackerman felt something different.

"This is?"

"The dream of life?"

Kurmis just drew the picture he saw at the beginning, but Ackermann could see the truth of the past from this picture.

Someone made his dream of life into a prop to control and influence the world.

The arrival of evil gods and natural disasters does not seem to be the beginning, but an arranged final outcome.

And the city lord that Kurmis once loyal to was just a pawn of others.

Maybe even an offering.

"It's not that Meiya City suffered an unforeseen disaster, it's that everything has been arranged and everything has been doomed."

"That city lord is just a chess piece, a chess piece to welcome the arrival of the gods."

Ackermanmon's always indifferent expression completely changed.

Shock, confusion, ecstasy, a variety of expressions flowed through his eyes one after another.

What excites him is not the discovery of ancient truths, but the idea of ​​using life's dreams to integrate and pull props.

"Use the dream of life and props to create extraordinary power that can interfere with the human world in the dream world."

"Who came up with this?"

"Is it the God of Original Sin?"

"Genius, godlike conception."

“Push the limits and think outside the box.”

Ackerman was very excited.

But in the end, it turned into loneliness.

"It's... amazing!"

Ackerman felt that he was also a genius, not inferior to Sero's genius.

But when he finally studied the occult arts, he began to feel fearful of the limits of human wisdom.

Can anyone really break the deadlock?

Does anyone really find the path to myth in that doomed madness?

And those gods, how far have their wisdom reached? Have they seen through all the secrets of the world and mastered the true supreme truth?

now.

He even saw that someone dared to take advantage of the loopholes in the laws of creation.

Use the dream of life as a prop to enter the kingdom of the gods to carry out a plan to control the world.

The other person is the one who has truly transcended all constraints, is carrying out the most arrogant fantasies, and is doing the most unscrupulous things.

What once seemed like a sudden divine battle seemed to have become infinitely more exciting.

Mortals are pawns, gods plot against each other, and ultimately the evil god of original sin falls into the abyss of filth.

But what the specific truth is, Ackerman still doesn’t know.

But at this time.

But he found his own complete path.

Ackerman was obsessed with "Plan 3: God" and came up with his latest idea.

"I can attach my life's dream to a prop that carries obsessions, and refine it into a part of this prop. My memories and dreams will exist on it forever."

"I will die, I will lose everything, I will even disappear."

"But death is not the end."

Ackermanmon wrote and said it in his mouth.

"But...a new beginning."

"I will embrace a new future in death."

"All ghouls will become the carrier of my memory, my reborn body."

"I will become a symbol of immortality."

Akmanmon knew that this method was not the correct way to reach God.

He may be able to become an immortal being, but he cannot gain the authority of myth.

"But as long as you don't die, even without that method, you have no authority from the gods."

"I can still exist forever."

"And I'm going to find that way one day."

Ackerman's writing hand was trembling, and his eyes showed infinite yearning and expectation. He felt as if he had broken free from the prison and touched the free country.

"I will escape from all the constraints of this world, escape from the constraints of the world, and escape from my damn fate."

"No one can hurt me, no one can kill me, no one can control my fate."

"I will gain."

"True freedom."

Ackerman put down his pen and covered his face.

Laughing wildly, as if completely out of control.

But even if this method succeeds, will Ackerman still be Ackerman himself in the end?

Everything fades away, leaving only the constant reproduction of memories and dreams.

Just like Shana and Carmon before.

But Ackermann seemed to have no way out, just like what Thro said.

"In this world, there are often no choices."