Chapter 22: Destruction
After he finished hearing the initial proposal of the treasure-hunting cooperation offer, Golden Wings was intrigued.
Golden Wings asked for
BRAG-TET to give him more time so that he can do some preparation for uncertain events and consider if their treasure hunt plan is worth the risks, for that, he needs to analyze every possibility and take the best course of action according to his common sense.
With his mastery over essence, talent, and preparations, Golden Wings had confidence that he could deal with most of his endeavors. He had all the reasons in the world to have confidence, after all, Golden Wings was not an amateur, he was a professional with a deep understanding of the cosmological plane and its functions, as long as he was taking the situation seriously enough, make enough preparation, and used its laws to create a proper path for himself Golden Wings had a good chance to benefit from this exploration.
The only worry was if he was coerced into fusionism but unfortunately for his enemies, Golden Wings was a genius among the cultivators, he had already used the cosmological laws of superior quantum worlds to overcome each endeavor he faced on his path and he always came triumphant.
He started his preparations and made a contract that maximized the uses of cosmological laws and maximized his use of the Dao path he had chosen, the Dao path of pride. As long as he had pride in his actions, as long as he lived with no regrets it was impossible for Golden Wings to ever lose, fate always degreed that he shall return no matter how high the level of destruction he faced.
Was his body destroyed, was his soul destroyed, a joke.
Was he destroyed on a conceptual level, that's it?
Was he destroyed on a higher form of destruction in the laws of the cosmology than conceptual destruction, was the level of destruction in a hierarchy of the laws of heaven where a level of destruction was greater than another, it didn't matter, nothing mattered, to Golden Wings who could always find a fate where he could return then no matter how badly he was killed, or how decisive his supposed death was, he was always immortal.
That's why if others tried to abuse these possibilities, they would shatter their minds under the immense pressure of fate and choose fusionism. Because they weren't geniuses, they were just average lucky cultivators who managed to reach this level with luck only, with this unrefined mind how could they cultivate to the Heaven.
Once he finished preparing the methods of abstract fighting, he prepared his ultimate trump card, a perfect connection of all his fate. With this, he could connect all of his fate into an existing result, which was that this would not be a trap and BRAG-TET would definitely not betray him, otherwise Golden Wings would find a fate where he would regain his power, reach this version of himself and give a warning on the impending doom.
After he waited for a few seconds without observing anything like visions, dreams, or warnings. Without finding a clone of himself to warn him of the dangerous encounter on his trip. Golden Wings relaxed, finally done with his preparation.
Other than this, he took a contract out of thin air. in the document, there was also a clause that forced both of the parties to never betray the other under the level of the absolute fate permitted to a cultivator who was not a member of Heaven yet.
This was extremely powerful, yet still incomplete and inferior compared to someone who was a member of Heaven, however, Golden Wings wasn't too worried. After all, members of Heaven didn't visit Lower World Cosmologies. Naturally, Golden Wings himself wasn't aware of the existence of such high-level beings, and here this was the greatest level of strength. It was so intense that even the Moderator himself wasn't capable of breaking through it.
"Good, all the preparations are done, now let's join this adventure and meet some benefits." said Golden Wings with pride, he was excited about the prospect of becoming strong at a quick pace rate, so he didn't mind using resources to soar through the sky.
With his already unstoppable mental foundation, he had all the right to jump over the repetitive stuff, after all the purpose of a slower speed of cultivation was to give the practitioner enough time to build mental strength, experience, and maturity.
One could also use this time to understand the laws of the world. Since he already was very educated regarding this, he didn't need to waste time with this.
Golden Wings vanished from this scene and reappeared right next to BRAG-TET, the time before he left and arrived was only a few seconds.
In this world time was irrelevant. It was something decided by fate rather than the law of time. One could spend thousands of years and if he decided that all of that should be only 3 seconds it would be. Even eternity could be transformed into 1 or even 0 seconds according to the will of the practitioner.
"So what's your decision?" asked The Moderator.
"Sign this" said Golden Wings as he handed the contract to the moderator.
He had a resolute expression, showing that the need to sign this contract was mandatory and he wouldn't back down on it. If BRAG-TET refused he would leave without joining him for the exploration.
"Very skilled, you managed to create this masterpiece even with your low cultivation level. You're truly talented, now I want to work with you even more" said the moderator as he signed the contract.
Seeing that BRAG-TET honored his requests
Golden Wings was finally relaxed and nodded.
"Okay, now show me the location" he said with slight excitement.
The Moderator waved his hand and a golden-colored string appeared in the air, it was the direct location of the inheritance manifested through fate.
Without wasting any more time, they touched the string and disappeared from their location, appearing in a new place.
It was a dark place with a somber atmosphere, everything was in chaos here.
Some buildings were in good condition, while others were destroyed or had cracks in their foundation.
The air around them was slightly foggy with small visibility. The skies were black, and a profound feeling of night enveloped this place as if the sun never existed here from the very beginning.
Unimpressed by the generic horror look of the place, the party walked forward.
"Look there" the moderator said as he pointed his finger at the large construction in the middle of the city.
"That is our destination"
"Okay, let's walk until there. By the way, have you prepared yourself for this" asked Golden Wings with some expectations.
"Do you need to ask, I know that place like the back of my hand" said The Moderator.
"Alright"
It didn't take much until they reached their destination.
In front of them stood a massive 10-story pagoda. The pagoda was painted in black and grey. Some parts like the walls were black while the tiles of the roof were grey. It was in very good shape like a newly constructed building. Far different from the disappointing condition of the city, this pagoda was special and luxurious.
"Wow this is a very good place" said Golden Wings as he watched the building.
"Yes, and do you know what's even better than this?"
"What?"
"This!" said the moderator with a small hint of excitement.
As soon as he finished speaking the sound of the snap of a finger was heard by Golden Wings and the moderator, and a powerful fate shattered into shards of glass exactly like a broken window.
"You, You! You betrayed me BRAG-TET!"
Was the shout of Golden Wings with a large amount of fury and perhaps some fear too.
He saw it, a being made from space energy in a dark brown detective costume, it was this being who snapped his finger and broke the fate of the contract.
He couldn't understand how his fate and preparations were broken so easily, who was this being that could do such a thing.
His preparations were superb, he even unified his fate to the level of absolute fate within that contract. It was so powerful that even the moderator himself couldn't break it after it was signed, and even in the crazy circumstances where it was to be broken, the moderator would pay a solid price for it.
Yet this being effortlessly broke his contract with just the snap of a finger. Just who the hell is this being before him.
The more he thought the more fear manifested in his heart. Golden Wings understood that if he wanted to survive this he didn't have the luxury of feeling fear. He could only focus his attention on the problem, prepare his mental state, and give it his all.
"Welcome to my lair honored guest, are you ready to confront the tribulation, face your greatest threat, and emerge victorious with your worthy prize" said the being as he pointed his finger at the pagoda.
"Who are you"
"Most people don't know of me so it's an honor for you to meet me. I'm The Administrator, you may call me Mr. Administrator" said the being to the young cultivator over there.
Next, he pointed to the DRAG-TET and said
"This being is The Moderator, he is my assistant" said The Administrator.
"Moderator, assistant" Gooden Wings said in a low voice, he didn't know who The Administrator was, but he knew The Moderator. He was terrified that such a being was so close to him, investing his efforts to trap a small bacteria like him.
Regardless of how much talent and power Golden Wings has, both The Administrator and The Moderator are legendary beings who are above the hierarchy of shadow steps, this hierarchy is so large that even an omniscient being that used essence couldn't imagine a number or an limit to describe it no matter how many transcendental forms of mathematics or mathematical scale he created each far surpassing the normal one created by humans.
Golden Wings knew that he didn't have a chance to win this no matter how much he struggled, so he waved his hand and disappeared from the place. However, when he reappeared he realized he hadn't moved anywhere else. It was still that somber and macabre city with the luxurious pagoda before him. He tried many methods, whether abstract, in Dao, or fate but the results remained unchanged.
This was the natural course of action since this being was so powerful that he could destroy the contract, his greatest trump card. Then how could mere preparation in fate or Dao be any useful here.
As the situation started to sink in, a forgotten emotion started to crawl into his back and he shivered in fear.
It was fear at the absurdity of this situation, fear at the unfairness of Heaven, fear at the fact that the strongest cultivators in all of existence came personally just to hunt him, fear at the unimaginable endeavor he'd have to face to get through this situation. Golden Wing's body started to shake hastily and he couldn't think of a way to get out of this situation.
"There isn't, there is not any way to get out of this alive!" he started to scream, fear was now full over him as he could assume what type of moments would come next, if it was just the Moderator he might have some way to escape if barely and even that was a possibility only available under extreme circumstances.
But this being before him was not the Moderator, he was stronger, far stronger. So much that he could even destroy that contract formed from the absolute fate of this cosmology, which should be an unachievable thing to do no matter which person tries to do it.
However, as he thought of these things, a new emotion arrived. It was courage. His very being was formed on the absolute symbol of pride. The pride that no matter how hard the circumstances or how powerful the opponent he will always achieve victory. He will always give it his all and no amount of fear and depression could stop that.
He realized that he was spoiled. He didn't feel the excitement of a truly disastrous situation. Since he achieved the transcendental mastery of his cultivation technique and could use essence to make any power he imagined in his mind manifest in real life and amplify his body to that level, he didn't fear anyone.
He easily thought of the power of EMR and manifested it with a thought. The next second he could destroy a cosmological plane that contained the supposed EMR, which was the miracle of essence, he could think himself even stronger and it would happen no matter if it didn't make any sense. Things like this don't make any sense in your mind but you could still do it anyway.
Other than courage, a bundle of emotions followed. Anger at his weakness, excitement at this amazing challenge. Hope and pride in his talent and capabilities. He understood now that with his Dao mastered in pride, he could never give up no matter the case. He could only advance forward and prepare his utmost for the situation.
Although there were many situations in which his pride and intellect conflicted, Golden Wings had no choice but to take the risk. As long as it wasn't suicide, he could plan. He could obtain the best solutions for his goals. Without any further disturbances, Golden Wings prepared himself to confront his enemy.
"I'm sorry that I wasted so much time to settle my emotions, honorable Mr. Administrator"
"Just Mr. Administrator is enough, I don't like honorifics too much, especially in a battle." responded The Administrator.
"Understood Mr. Administrator"
"Good, now let's begin, you may make the first move" said The Administrator as he declared the beginning of this legendary battle.
Golden Wings didn't stand for ceremony and took his first move.
Countless waves of abstract battle style appeared around him as his body prepared for any possibility at a level higher than what an omniscient being could deduce. With this much preparation, he didn't worry about any surprise attack.
Golden Wings rushed towards The Administrator and punched his face. A powerful shockwave was emitted by the pressure, but The Administrator didn't react to it at all, as if the attack didn't exist for him. Yet even with that result, Golden Wing's heart was still filled with resolve, he continued to strike The Administrator in all types of manners.
Punches, kicks, and knees, he used them all to hit his face, abdomen, and legs. He continued to strike in all directions that he could think of. Normal strikes, strikes at the pressure point, and even strikes at a man's weak point. Unfortunately, none of them seemed to work. The Administrator didn't seem to mind and continued to watch the show.
'Oh, I'm getting so excited, I can't believe that after such a long time I get to see The Administrator taking on a challenge, this is truly a sight to behold. Thank you, Heaven, for all the sorrows you gave me in life, I finally get a moment like this. Yes, I love my job' thought The Moderator as his heart was filled with excitement, he prepared a bag of popcorn and started crunching them into his mouth.
Golden Wings took out his sword and slashed The Administrator, but even this didn't give him any different result. The more he slashed the more frustrated he grew. But he also grew more excited along with his willingness to crush his enemy.
He slashed at The Administrator like a madman. He used abstract methods to curse him, make him weak, steal his powers, and make him depressed with emotional manipulation and all possible forms of conceptual attacks.
Regardless it didn't matter, The Administrator didn't defend himself no matter the attack. To him no matter the attack, everything was pointless. Golden Wings was too weak after all.
"You're pretty decent, I'd say around The Weaver level in modern powerscaling.
Now are you prepared to also take attacks?"
asked The Administrator.
Without waiting for an answer The Administrator clenched his fist and hit Golden Wings in the face.
There was no glory or any hard battle, the moment that the fist took contact with his face, Golden Wings disintegrated from the face of reality, and even the ashes weren't left behind. Although Golden Wings was immortal and could regenerate from anything, he couldn't return from this, he had truly died. That was the extent of the difference in power.
It didn't matter how great his hax was, against The Administrator it was all useless.
For a normal person, one could think that this was the conclusion of this battle. But he didn't know how the laws of Heaven worked. So even if this Golden Wings died, as soon as his fate was finished a shining light descended around the area. Transforming itself in the form of Golden Wings. Yes, it was a miracle, even though that he died, even though that his fate was to never return to this world, Golden Wings was still here. Embraced by the shining light of Heaven. He had died but he was still here. How was that even possible?
"Very good, you used the manifestation of the superior laws of quantum mechanics that exist in every possible cosmology within this lower world cosmology to rewrite your life from the beginning, come back at a higher level then fight me again to defeat me, right?"
"It is as you say, Mr. Administrator, I'm much stronger than before"
"Yes, yes you are, around Buddha level from the World Of Darkness" replied the administrator as he punched the Golden Wings into oblivion once again.
However, Golden Wings was not ready to give in so he came back once again, this time even more powerful than before, to the point that even his previous level of strength could never reach the new one under normal circumstances.
"Hoo, hoo, interesting you actually reached this level of power, now it really makes it fun to crush you" said The Administrator, seeing that Golden Wings was around the level of I Am That I Am from World Of Darkness, the strongest fictional level of strength from the world where Luo Chen came from.
Without any hesitation, Golden Wings jumped straight to The Administrator to pummel him into the ground. Punches, kicks, everything. Golden Wings didn't hesitate for any second when he delivered his barrage of hits, but they didn't seem to have any effect, The Administrator stayed in the same position without even moving a centimeter.
'Damn it, damn it, why do my attacks don't work on him, just what is he made of. You goddamn piece of shit, I will destroy you. I will show everyone that I am the greatest and most powerful cultivator. For my pride and will shall never falter.' thought Golden Wings as frustration and fury embraced his soul. His very Dao was the epitome of pride and absolute victory, to him who genuinely believed that he could overcome any obstacle, what was such a small setback gonna do?
A giant hammer materialized from infinite light, it was a concoction of colors made from golden white and golden yellow with rustic ornaments. It was massive, solid, and powerful if you know what I mean, capable of crushing anyone on his path. On his back giant wings appeared and their brilliant light shone like the sun.
With this legendary appearance, it could be seen why this person obtained such a bold Dao Name. He looked like a giant angel ready to smite all of the Lord's enemies.
Boom, Boom, Boom, immense sounds of destruction could be heard from the gloomy place that surrounded them. If one thought of this story as a creepypasta, one could assume that the hand of the lord has come here to exterminate all the demons that have hidden in the crevices of this dark world.
Bang, another sound arrived, much stronger than the other, as Golden Wings smashed The Administrator's face with his hammer.
"Very impressive, I almost felt that... Not"
said The Administrator as he once again punched Golden Wings, disintegrating him into oblivion.
Just what was this, even the strongest fictional character was no match for The Administrator, just how powerful he was.
Yet even with this Golden Wings still held hope, he was the very concept of pride and absolute victory, so how could he give up?
He came back more powerful. Bam, back to oblivion.
Golden Wings continued to come back, Bam, Bam, Bam, and as always The Administrator sent him to oblivion once again. He would never give up relentlessly, he would always give in to hope, all to achieve his greatest desire. To crush The Administrator and prove that his Dao path will always be maintained no matter what opposition he had to face.
Finally, he came back at a much higher level this time. After many lifetimes of perilous experience, hard work, suffering, cultivating, and always returning to failure, Heaven showed their smile at him and gave him enlightenment. He could understand essence to a much higher degree making him surpass philosophical layers after philosophical layers of powerscaling.
Layer after layer was surpassed in 1 second 0 second even -1 second, after all, time was a construct ruled by fate, and one's imagination, it didn't matter if there was no logic as long as it could be imagined the essence would recreate it. This time compared to before when he could surpass just 1 philosophical layer after he came back from the dead, here he could surpass any layers in 0 seconds. He continued to surpass them relentlessly by hundreds, thousands, infinities, transcendental grades of numbers like Berkeley cardinal, and even higher ones, even V=Ultimate L that was amplified by the essence in mathematics, even that was surpassed. Just how crazy is this power?
"He, He, He, the baby finally graduated his diapers, didn't he? Well, with this I guess you are around the Anti-Principle level before OC Fallacy became a thing." said The Administrator, mocking his efforts.
"Good try, but I believe in the power of my fist more than my mouth" Golden Wings didn't mind and continued to do his thing, at this point he saw The Administrator as a wall that he needed to punch until it broke rather than an enemy to defeat. He would naturally use this opportunity to cultivate himself to an even higher layer of power.
Bang, and so Golden Wings was back at step 1. He liked his predicament and knew that this would be a great opportunity to reach the pinnacle. He would fight, confront this unstoppable enemy, be crushed, and always come back stronger. Relentlessly, endless, like being absorbed into an infinite flowing cascade. He would meditate his mind, Dao, and strength, and come back victorious.
Right now he was at a level that even the Anti-Principle could never reach, Bang.
Even higher, Boom.
Bang, Bang, Boom, Boom...
His fate repeated like an endless cycle, for an uncountable amount of time. Even V=Ultimate L amplified by the essence of mathematics couldn't measure him. To any normal human just living an infinite amount of life would drive them to madness, but to Golden Wings who was omniscient, this was no problem at all.
His omniscience was superior and amplified by cosmology as well, enough to give him the necessary memory comprehension and storage to comprehend everything easily, even unlimited amount of lifetimes. All of them were stored in a database, and all of them were easily understood by his omniscience.
As for how his sense of self survived the pressure of omniscience and having unlimited IQ, he could create a new set of emotions that were beyond human understanding and could placate the side effects of such problems. Naturally, this was the purpose of emotion, to manipulate the sense of self and drive him to certain aspects. One may not realize it but even intelligence and a higher IQ could do such a thing. That's why intelligent people always snicker at what stupid people think is a smart move.
Even within these moments, Golden Wings could find many enlightenments. Each was driving his level to unbelievable heights.
And it was soon time for things to heat up and get good.
"Finally he reached the level where I wanted him to be" said The administrator as his heart pumped blood of excitement and his mind was filled with adrenaline, the adrenaline of the hunt. He will show him, he will show Golden Wings the true path to Heaven. The Truth Of Heaven. The Truth Of Cultivation!
As for how high Golden Wing's level was, it was high, phenomenal even. Imagine that all the fictional characters like I Am That I Am, Anti-Principle or other OC characters could all be created by normal human intelligence with an IQ of 100-130. Even then they get extremely powerful, now imagine that instead of humans who created these characters, a race of omniscient beings created them. Just how powerful would they be, could you ever imagine? No, No, Never, because a human was limited by finite intelligence, so how could he think of something so powerful that it took omniscient beings to create.
Right now Golden Wings is at a level comparable to the most powerful fictional character that could ever be imagined by an omniscient race, each supported by massive cosmologies that are beyond human comprehension. With his essence, Golden Wings could become that powerful.
Was now anyone who could even stop him?
Golden Wings rushed towards The Administrator and punched his face.
In the world with a gloomy and dark atmosphere, a miracle occurred, yes, The Administrator was finally pushed back, even if a little.
'Finally, after all this time, my efforts are rewarded. I knew I could trust my path of cultivation.' Thought Golden Wings, excited that the fruits of his efforts are presenting themselves.
He continued to punch and kick, moving The Administrator further and further away from his position, overpowering him with his cultivation. But The Administrator didn't stand back either as he punched Golden Wings away, smashing him into a building, and collapsing it over his body.
"Hahahaha, Hahahaha. Look at this. Look at this. I survived, I'm still alive. Your punches can't kill me anymore Mr. Administrator."
Said Golden Wings with maniacal laughter, this accomplishment affected his mind like a good fresh bag of drugs.
"Prepare yourself to be crushed, Mr. Administrator, now you can no longer hide yourself under your strength"
Golden Wings took out his sword and slashed at The Administrator. The Administrator wasn't waiting behind and took out his sword as well.
Clang, the fury of the clash between the swords was evident by the sound it made.
Massive shockwaves captured the world and the buildings around them, evaporating them in an instant. Only the pagoda was strong enough to remain still.
Clang, Clang, Clang.
Golden Wings struck The Administrator with his sword.
'Hmm, his movements are pretty good' tough The Administrator as he parried the slash to his head, clang. Dodged the slash to his abdomen, whoosh, and parried the stab to his neck, clang
The more they fought the more complicated and complex the fight became.
Numerous luminous swords glowed into existence and moved to strike at The Administrator.
The glowing swords carried with them immense abstract power that could obliterate their opponent in an instant.
Some of this abstract power carried curses, like giving pain so intense that the victim wished they were dead. Some erased the enemy's intelligence making them more stupid than an animal. Others carried mental attacks, making them depressed.
Many more could steal power, cultivation, essence, fate, and luck. Many had also other strange forms of attacks like directly hitting without needing to make contact with your target.
All of them were one of Golden Wing's trump cards, he prepared himself to activate his Dao path, gain the advantage step by step, and overwhelm The Administrator. The administrator prepared his abstract form of defense as well, as laws and essence formed into a barrage of swords that carried the direct opposite effect which could negate the abstract power of Golden Wing's swords.
Boom, Bang, Bam, the swords crushed and slashed between themselves as they disintegrated, creating a Foggy atmosphere that negated vision or any other supernatural senses.
Behind The Administrator, Golden Wing's figure appeared, as he stabbed him in the back.
But his efforts proved futile. Golden Wings saw that the stabbed form of The Administrator turned itself into paper and burned into nothingness, his real body appearing behind Golden Wings, returning the favor. Golden Wings dodged by swapping places with one of the swords.
Another wave of swords marched continuously towards The Administrator, stabbing him in multiple parts of the body. Other swords were given the characteristics of analyzing the world through essence, in the hope of finding the true body of The Administrator and sounding the final knell on his life.
Others were striking the essence that manifested the abstract abilities of The Administrator, destroying his defenses, not giving him any chances to turn into paper, controlling marionette bodies, illusion, changing cause and effect, and all types of ridiculous and unorthodox methods of fighting.
Unfortunately, things can't be that simple as The Administrator strikes at these swords as well, reducing their effect.
Clang, Clang, Clang.
Bodies were cut, blood flowed, swords and marionette bodies exploded, and shadowy forms of concealment cracked revealing the real body of The Administrator and Golden Wings.
They roared at each other and rushed forward, the aura of abstract defense surrounding their bodies peeled off any form of abstract destruction. Even their regeneration was absolute under the saying 'As long as I want to live, I will live'.
Clang, The swords clashed.
Then again, and again, and again, the 2 cultivators smiled at each other as they enjoyed the full extent of this fight
"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha truly a sight to behold, those conceptual drugs really couldn't show me this fantastical side of the world. He, He, when I'm done with you Golden Wings, I'll make sure to visit that dealer and teach him a lesson!" said The Administrator in a shouting voice, the aspect of adrenaline was incredibly evident.
"Deal with me? Don't mistake the order of things Mr. Administrator. After I deal with you, I'll go to that dealer of yours and teach him a lesson, in respect for this life-changing experience you gave me." proclaimed Golden Wings.
"Guys don't let me out, I will go with the winner and also teach that dealer a lesson."
said The Moderator, as he threw his bag of popcorn into the void. In Heaven both luck and misfortune exist equally, and unfortunately, today that dealer doesn't seem to be on the good side of The Heaven.
At this point, for him there is no other choice than to greet his teeth and curse his fate.
"Either way that dealer won't be winning this time, bastard I always thought that he ripped me off" said The Administrator.
Regardless of how much the cultivators enjoyed proving their Dao, the fate of Heaven who was cruel in nature wouldn't keep it together. Along with this fate, the inexperience of Golden Wings began to surface.
After many clashes and confrontations between normal attacks and abstract methods of fighting Golden Wings failed to defend himself and was slashed at his cheek. A small cut formed and red fresh blood flowed downwards. He couldn't regenerate, The Administrator naturally wouldn't let it.
While the situation was perilous Golden, it wasn't completely hopeless like before. Golden Wings was still able to dodge most of the attack. If he was just a second slower he would be decapitated and reduced to ash under the essence controlled by The Administrator.
Regardless he still continued, he had no other choice but to continue, until he won. Under normal circumstances, he would listen to his intelligence and run away, or use his contract and destroy any possibility of unnecessary conflicts and betrayal. Yet it was useless, it was all useless.
The Administrator destroyed his contract and manipulated his fate to the point where any place other than here didn't exist, in other words, unless Golden Wings defeats The Administrator and destroys the oppressive fate he will never be able to reach any place other than here.
Slash, Stab, Slash, cuts and stab wounds appear on Golden Wing's body, overwhelmed by each passing moment, getting weaker and weaker, and approaching his resting place.
"It's been fun, Golden Wings, but I think our little game is about to end" said The Administrator as he stabbed his sword towards Golden Wings face.
"Yeah, it's over" said Golden Wings as he caught and stopped the sword with his hand.
"But not for me" he said as he activated his final trump card. A golden brilliant light enveloped Golden Wings and giant wings resurfaced along with a giant hammer of justice. He had returned to his peak existence once more. Fate, essence all of them overdrived ready to serve their master.
This fate was not simple, it was the manifestation of his Dao of pride, he took pride in fighting with such a powerful monstrosity, pride in surviving and thriving, pride at never giving up his hope, pride over experiencing all this suffering and endeavors, just to cultivate to a higher level.
This pride flowed like water attracting qi and essence, empowering his very being to an unimaginable amount.
The strikes that were previously too hard to follow were now clear, smooth, and visible. He parried all of them.
The abstract methods that were too complex and numerous were now like a simple straight-line. He cut it off.
Now that the turns were exchanged the strikes became oppressive on The Administrator. The abstraction became complex and numerous pushing The Administrator to his limit. All that Golden Wings had to do now was to strike relentlessly until he could find an opening.
"It's here" said Golden Wings as he pushed his hammer down on The Administrator's face hitting him without any mercy.
Boom, it hit, The Administrator's true body was hit, a miracle that was believed to be impossible was achieved here, and it was done by no other than Golden Wings.
Blood, or cosmic liquid could be seen falling from The Administrator's forehead
"I did it, I finally did it!" screamed Golden Wings in joy.
"Yes, yes you did it, big boy, here's the candy." commented The Administrator as he threw a candy at Golden Wing's face.
Something was wrong here, despite the fact that Golden Wings overpowered him, The Administrator didn't take his efforts to heart.
It was as if, as if this entire fight was nothing more than a...
'No that's impossible, I overpowered him, I drew his blood, how could this fight be nothing more than a joke' Golden Wings didn't want to admit it, but he thought of it, what if The Administrator was still holding back his strength.
Clap, Clap, Clap
"Congratulations Golden Wings, you really did great fighting against me, believe me, you really did. But I'm afraid I might need to pack things up and continue with my plan, after all, I can't slack off forever, can't I?
Said The Administrator.
"What are you talking about?!"
"Come on Golden Wings, you know what I'm talking about. This fight, It's nothing but a joke. Hehe, even the blood you drew from me was nothing but an illusion."
"No! No! Shut up!" said Golden Wings as he prepared to strike The Administrator once again.
Ping, the hammer stopped, just a few centimeters before his face. Golden Wings couldn't move anymore.
"Since I've had so much fun I'll give you a chance to make this easy, give up, accept the fate of fusionism that I'll give you, and act according to my instructions to perfect my plan. This may include the need for you to crush any possible fates regarding your being that may interfere with my goals." The Administrator offered.
"I'm sorry, I can't. It goes against my pride, and if I go against my pride I'll lose my path of cultivation"
"Unfortunately you chose this. Well, if you want to blame something, then blame Heaven, for Heaven is the reason that the world is so cruel."
'Damn it, he's starting it, do you wonder why I call this bastard a psychopath. It's the methods he uses to achieve his goal, and most of the time it ends bad, really bad.
If there is a God in Heaven, then may he rest your soul forever Golden Wings.' thought The Moderator in his anxiety as his body shook violently. Normally a cultivator at his level could easily find a method to erase his traumatic experiences, but being under the watch of The Administrator, he wouldn't have that opportunity.
So he knew perfectly what was gonna happen next.
"It's unfortunate, but it is what it is" said The Administrator as he punched Golden Wings, disintegrating him on the spot.
But this shouldn't be a problem for Golden Wings, right? After all, he was disintegrated by The Administrator for more than an infinite amount of time, right? What could one more time count compared to infinity?
Wrong! Wrong, all of this is Wrong!
Before one could understand how Golden Wings returned to life to fight The Administrator, one had to understand how the cosmology worked. Do you know of the rules of quantum probabilities, this is the destination of fate, and fate could manipulate all probabilities. With the essence being the source of fate one could manipulate fate by his will. The Quantum rules decreed that there will be a probability that an atom will appear out of thin air.
If this probability existed, then what about a human with emotions and intelligence, could it appear? Of course.
Then what about a human and his previous life memories, yes as well.
What about a fate where a human was guaranteed to achieve immortality in cultivation, yes.
What about a fate where Golden Wings transcends mathematical scale and meets The Administrator.
What about a fate where Golden Wings regains his memories, reaches a level higher than his previous death, and goes for The Administrator once again
Then a fate where he remembers his second death, all his life experiences including the first and second, then meets The Administrator once more.
Then again, and again, and again, and so on, and so on...
Just how many times did Golden Wings repeat his life, and just how many times did he fight against The Administrator?
Infinite? Hahahahaha, Hahahahaha.
Reread the chapter, my dear viewer, it was explained at the beginning of the middle of his fight, how many times had Golden Wings died and returned just to fight The Administrator. Infinite? That's a joke, no, not even a joke, it's straight-up blasphemy, even Berkeley cardinal is a blasphemy let alone infinite.
How was this possible? It's because the cosmology of the Myriad DreamWheel Plane is so frustratedly large that one could never reach its end. Even an omniscient race that could use essence wouldn't be able to do it. In this cosmology, as long as one thing could be imagined then the essence would make it real.
Even impossible things that dwarf EMR which contain all imaginable things whether possible or impossible could be imagined, and even things greater than EMR could be imagined. It didn't make sense, but it would exist, the same way it exists in your dreams, mind, and imagination. Yes in your mind it would make sense.
In the same way colors exist but don't make any sense to a blind person.
The Myriad DreamWheel Plane contains all of the imaginable things and all the possible things that made sense under the law of essence, which included any form or hierarchy greater than all imaginable things.
In other words, one could say it is infites greater than infinites, or impossibilities greater than impossibilities. Yes, all of them existed at the same time.
In this hierarchy, it's possible for a fate where Golden Wings achieved so much power that it transcended the entire hierarchy of shadow steps, which even mathematical scale can't put a number to it.
Theoretically, if he searched enough even doing something as ridiculous as reaching the level of The Moderator in strength was possible.
But would The Administrator let him? No.
Yet, crazy enough, despite all that effort Golden Wings was still weaker than a being who reached the first shadow micro-step. Unbelievable, all that effort for what? Golden Wings is still at the 0-micro-step, pinnacle of 0-micro-step, but still 0-micro-step, just a little bit higher than mathematical scale in the eyes of The Administrator, isn't this a sad fate?
1 second passed, 2 then 3 but Golden Wings didn't appear, he was nowhere to be seen. Where was he exactly?
If one would look carefully, one could see his strings of fate. It was Golden Wings Ming Tang, a person with such immense willpower, ambition, and strive to achieve his goal that he convinced even me to bother myself and give him a name, despite his fate as a sacrificial pawn.
He was young, just about 5 years old, ready to start his cultivation journey. This being could either be interpreted as a different version of the Ming Tang that died against The Administrator or his supposedly next life, a manifestation of this world's possibilities.
He would cultivate to mastery, regain the memories of his shattered lives, and face The Administrator once, again right?
However just before he achieved immortality, he died as a petty rank 8 mythical creature of phase 1, not even an immortal. Hahaha, so weak, with such a pathetic cultivation base, Ming Tang could not even destroy a universe. Hahahahaha so weak, if others heard that Ming Tang, the legendary Golden Wings couldn't even destroy a universe they would've died of laughter.
After he died, he returned, but unfortunately, he died again in a conspiracy. He didn't have his real talismans as his family was brainwashed, turned into puppets, and they tampered with his talismans, making all of their destructive effects focus on him rather than the enemy.
Ming Tang had a hard life, he continued to die, reappear, die, and reappear, again and again. As parallel versions or future lives of himself were wasted into nothingness.
He wasn't powerful enough to manipulate enough probabilities and reconnect with the memories of his past lives.
Some lives were crueler than others, in others qi and cultivation didn't even exist, there he would die like a mortal.
In some interesting ones, he wasn't as powerful as his siblings, resulting in a difference in love given by the parents.
Hahahahaha, even your parents, even they didn't care enough about you if you didn't give results and didn't show enough strength to take on the world.
In a mortal world where cultivation didn't exist, Ming Tang worked hard to finish his high school and college, getting a degree in an important field. But alas he couldn't find any job, 1 month, 2 months even 3 months.
Naturally, his family was very disappointed in him. Why couldn't he find a job after so much time, is it that hard? They always asked themselves but they couldn't answer.
Even at normal jobs, he was unlucky.
The job market always asks for experience.
Experience that he didn't have so his CV was thrown into the trash can.
After his family grew frustrated at his lack of results, it proved the ideal that familial love is nothing but a joke and only strength and results matter in this world.
However, Ming Tang couldn't fight back his bullying, after all his family gave him his support, the world was too cruel to give him that.
He was a coward here, and he feared death, he didn't want to die, a strong instinct with a strong emotion of fear assaulted his being, so much, so unbelievable, that he might even sacrifice his family to make it disappear.
He still loved his family, but he wasn't sure if it was enough to make him confront this monster for them.
And they continued to bully him bringing the subject back to his problem. He refused to talk about it, giving vague excuses.
He hated his family when such matters were brought to him, he hated the fact that they would abandon him into the streets making him starve to death.
To explain it simply. Imagine an innocent man was arrested for a crime he didn't commit like sexual assault and murder. Imagine that the convict was a coward and feared death above anything else. Imagine that he was punished to capital punishment and he had no choice but to wait for his turn.
Imagine the guards coming and harassing him about his doom and that he would die caught by the monster he feared so much.
That was his destiny, the cruel fate of Heaven. Do you understand now? Heavens are truly merciless and cruel.
Eventually, it happened, his execution was announced.
"Take your luggage and leave, we don't want to grow a failure like you who can't even get a simple job as a waiter" said his parents, his family who were supposed to protect and care about him. This was all it took.
Now after all this waiting the monster had his prey, as Ming Tang, the legendary Golden Wings was on his knees begging for his life. Starvation filled his body as he begged towards Heaven.
"No, No! I don't want to die, I don't want to Die!" he screamed.
"Heaven, what did I do to deserve this! I just wanted to live a normal life, why couldn't I get it!
I just wanted to live a good life alongside my family and the people I love, why couldn't I get it!!!
Why do I have to suffer like this. Why am I such a coward. Why couldn't I at least die painless in my sleep, at least that way I wouldn't have to suffer like this, wouldn't I?!
It's unfair, everything it's unfair, The World, My Life, And Heaven!" screams and frustrations escaped from Ming Tang's mouth as he did the only thing he could do and cursed his fate.
In his final moments, he understood that this was the fate of Heaven. Family, love, friendship, and every illusion offered by the world were worthless in front of strength and results. If he had strength he could easily solve these problems. For physical strength, he could participate in competitions, for intellectual strength he could make a business or cheat the system.
These were his final thoughts as he died.
But this was not enough as Heaven hadn't finished playing with him. For every world that exists, there would be a Ming Tang. For every possible future life, incarnated life that represented Ming Tang there existed a world where he suffered a horrible death.
This time it was a cultivation world, he was a cripple who couldn't cultivate, and though the details were different, the results were the same. Mind Tang continued to exist and Heaven continued to toy with him.
He died, and again, and again, horrible deaths, death and death.
The others' lives could feel it, like an invisible strand, there was something wrong here, something wrong with the world.
The more Ming Tang continued his fate the more he understood, he knew what needed to be done.
He would Crush The World, Crush Fate, Crush Heavens.
He took a knife went to his family and stabbed them. Whether it was mother, father, brother, sister, uncle, aunt, or grandparents, It Didn't Matter. He continued to stab at them relentlessly. Unfortunately, he was a cripple so his plan wasn't that successful. Ming Tang continued to execute it, stabbing whenever he had the occasion. Meeting his death, try after try.
But the world was mysterious, and where Heaven took from man and gave him despair, Heaven also offered luck and opportunity making the man into a king.
Ming Tang found a world where his plans succeeded, maybe his mother was poisoned, stab. Maybe his father become a cripple and lost his cultivation, slash. Maybe his brother stole the woman of a big shot and did the act him her, while Ming Tang recorded it with a talisman, capital punishment. He continued to do so until he finally savored the test of revenge, relinquishing his mind of the darker thoughts. The whispers of fate who talked to him at night also calmed down. His situation was in a state of tranquilization like the calm before the storm.
There was a world, where he had talent, he had friends, his family loved him, and he had everything life could offer, yet some whispers and memories of former lives still lingered, forcing him to choose between killing his family who loved him or sparring them and continue with his ignorance.
Alas, in a moment of weakness, he chooses to spare them, hoping for one last moment that everything regardless of the cruelty in the path of cultivation, was a mistake, as an immense guilt from having to do such a bad thing to his loved ones overwhelmed him.
Other than the guilt, his visions and whispers of his past lives were also weaker, furthering the reduction of his motivation to stabilize his fate.
He hoped, only hoped, but what can I say. Bad move, Golden Wings, Bad move.
With his decision to spare them, the bad omen of fate returned, killing him with some form of strange accident.
Clearly, Ming Tang didn't learn from his lesson and now his parents were back to giving him what they knew best.
And once again Ming Tang suffered and died horrible deaths.
But he will remember this, it didn't matter if it was this life or a different one, he will remember this. And it didn't matter if they hated him, didn't care about him, or even loved him Ming Tang will never make this mistake again.
With his eternal willpower and resilience, Ming Tang found his fortune once again, a chance to right his mistakes.
He took his sword and started to kill.
And again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again,
and again, and again, and again, and again,
and again, and again, and again, and again,
and again, and again, and again, and again,
and again, and again, and again, and again,
and again, and again, and again, and again,
and again, and again, and again, and again.
Within this accursed moment, Ming Tang understood.
This was The Fate Of Heaven!
This Was The Truth Of Cultivation!
It was a fate that couldn't be described with words, only experience was worthy of such truths.
And experience was the thing that this being, The Moderator knew best while he watched with tears in his eyes.
Although his relationship with The Administrator is not that bad, he hated him when he prepares these types of scenes.
He knew how horrible it was for him when he was educated during his interview.
"Damn it, did other people tell you how much of an asshole you are sometimes, Lord Administrator" said The Moderator with his heart in distress.
"It's not who has, it's who hasn't, my dear moderator" responded The Administrator calmly as if it were Tuesday.
"Now focus, he's about to come out" informed The Administrator.
Crack, crack, crack.
The golden string that represented the fate of Ming Tang shattered and unified taking the form of our legendary Golden Wings. Ha, ha this guy is amazing, isn't he? To survive and take the truth of cultivation to his face. In fact, it's so impressive that I will bother myself again and describe his appearance, even if he is still a sacrificial pawn.
Ming Tang had a slightly large rectangular face with defined sharp features, he was rather handsome, with a face that gave the impression of facing off with a lion. He didn't need to use his mouth to roar, just the sharp look in his eyes was enough. His hair was long and smooth, golden yellow in color, reaching down past his neck.
As for his power, he was at the first shadow micro-step. Now that he understood the purpose of cultivation and its vicissitudes, Ming Tang's power soared through the skies. His essence had obtained a qualitative change to the point where any essence and level of strength from the 0 shadow micro-step didn't even exist to him.
To put it in simpler terms. If it was calculated in powerscaling it would be equivalent to the level of transcendence between memes and fiction. Naturally, this was only available if the power of the memes was to be taken seriously, where no amount of fictional characters, no matter how powerful, could ever defeat a meme.
In other words, where that power was a joke in one place like a meme. It was serious in another place like a higher amount of mastery over essence.
As for memes, one could say anything they want, but they were still imagined by us, making them no different than fiction.
Now would this power be enough to oppose The Administrator? Do you even need to ask?
Even if he returned stronger than ever, against The Administrator, against this monstrosity of power, no amount of fate, essence, cosmology, or omnipotence worked.
He was The Administrator, Your Executioner, He Was Not Someone You Were Supposed To Fight.
Golden Wings waited, he waited for The Administrator to come and renegotiate their deal. He had no choice but to wait, his legs incapable of making even the slightest of movement under the suppression of The Administrator.
As he came step by step, the scenery changing around them. The gloomy atmosphere, the dark creepypastian city disappeared. Changed into a mountain of flesh and mouths, tentacles took the place of trees.
A giant red door materialized into the sky as it opened slowly, from it a large eye with tentacles and no pupil emerged from darkness, pointing its gaze at Ming Tuan
Suddenly the suppressed memories that he had hidden in the deepest part of his mind reemerged, and the mouths brought him words of madness one by one, making a harmony along with the images of his memories.
"No No! I don't want to die!"
"What did I do to deserve this!"
"If only I could die in my sleep, that way I wouldn't have to suffer."
"Maybe I should spare them, after all, they love me."
"That was my mistake... My Biggest Mistake."
"And again, and again, and again, and again..."
They continued to draw in his suffering until they became a buzz of inaudible voices. Ming Tang was alone in this world, only The Administrator was by his side.
"What do you say, Ming Tang, do you feel any pride in the fate of fusionism?
"Yes, I do, Mr. Administrator."
"Then Ming Tang, do I represent the concept of strength and results for you?"
"Yes, you do, Mr. Administrator."
"Then if I'm that important to you, would you betray everything for me, even your family?"
"Yes, I would, Mr. Administrator."
"Am I your savior?"
"Yes, you are, Mr. Administrator."
"Am I your lord?"
"Yes, you are, Mr. Administrator."
"Ming Tang, am I your God?"
"Yes, you are, Mr. Administrator."
"Then as I say, it shall be done.
For every possible version of yourself that tries to distort this fate shall enter their tribulation and learn the truth of cultivation, embarking them on the correct path, the same path as yours"
The Administrator said, turned Ming Tang into a golden ball of light and threw it into the pagoda.
'It's over, finally, it's over, things like this are definitely not good for my health. Now if I negotiate it well I could get a few thousand years of vacation.'
'To him, the biggest difference between us is the nature of our cultivation. Since we are more powerful inside our minds than in reality, we use essence to generate that power step by step and reach a higher level, this will open the door to an endless paradise of cultivation. But to him, there is no difference. His power whether it is in his mind or in reality, it is exactly the same.
Do you get what I'm saying? He can do the exact same thing in reality as he does in his own mind, imagination, or lucid dreams. That is the full extent of his power! That Is The Power Of The Administrator! Can you even understand how terrifying it is?'
'And I still remember his honorific name, oh that horrific name.
Administrator...'
The Moderator clenched his fist as he accumulated his mental strength and tried to say the words he feared the most.
'Administrator The_Little_Hero.'
With a surge of courage, The Moderator revealed the identity of The Administrator to his readers...
No, this paragraph is wrong here. After all my dear moderator revealed my identity, didn't he?
So if I'm here, then why should I narrate this in the third person perspective when I could do it in the first person perspective.
So let me rephrase that sentence for you.
With a surge of courage, The Moderator revealed my identity to my readers.
Clap, clap, clap. I applauded with some enthusiasm as I approached this little pet of mine.
"Excellent, excellent, aren't you a good boy, here's a candy for your spirit, pal." I said mockingly as I approached The Moderator
and threw a candy at him.
"Thank you, Lord Administrator"
"Now Moderator do you know what I am?"
"Of course, Lord Administrator"
"Am I your savior?"
"Yes, you are, Lord Administrator."
"Am I your lord?"
"Yes, you are, Lord Administrator."
"Moderator, Am I your God?"
"Yes, you are, Lord Administrator"
"Hahahaha, you really are good at your job, Moderator, you can take 9001 years off"
"Thank you so much, Lord Administrator"
The moderator was so engulfed by his feeling of happiness and maybe terror too that he forgot to jab at my joke.
"You may leave."
The moderator nodded as he disappeared from this place. It was a stressful day at work, so he might need some of those conceptual drugs, maybe I can give him some of mine.
As for the next steps of my plans, just some trash that I will offscreen. Not worth the time and effort to write an entire chapter about them, especially an extra large one like this one.
And for my final step. Yes, it's you, Chang Luo Chen the main character of this novel, yes, my main character. You have a role to accomplish too, it's the final role. The most important role. I'll make sure that you'll reach here. I'll make sure that you'll accomplish it. I'll make sure that you'll meet me. For this is the most important step.
Don't worry about time, I'll wait, I have all the time in the world. So take your time, cultivate, and learn the Dao, then, when you are ready come here, and I'll meet you face to face.
He, he, you will not disappoint me, he, he, you will definitely not disappoint me, I'll make sure of it.
Hahahahahahaha.
Hahahahahahaha.
Hahahahahahaha.
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