Chapter 94 Liberation
When the mutated sage arrives, everything is under control, but unexpected changes occur suddenly.

Ji Jue felt that his reason and perception had deceived him, and he couldn't believe it - the workshop created by the sage himself launched an attack on mercury? !
He froze in place, turned around in disbelief and looked at the prophet.

But the prophet stopped talking.

From the silence, cracks appeared on the broken skull, and behind the broken face, a dazzling light appeared that surpassed anything Ji Jue had ever seen.

At that moment, he once again felt the unprecedented huge rhythm.

It enveloped the sky, covered the earth, filled the entire rift, and spread everywhere, forcibly terminating the operation of all spiritual circuits and reversely blocking the operation of creationism.

At this moment, the creator of the workshop was suppressed by the workshop.

even……

Imprisoned in a cage!
No, it should be said that from the beginning to the end, mercury was shackled and imprisoned by the workshop, right?

Even the changes that occurred after the outsiders entered the center were not to resist the invasion, but to seal off the many embers left by Mercury...

Yet, he preserved her soul and would not allow her to plunge into the abyss of nothingness.

Between the tragedy of having nothing and the tragedy of struggling in vain, a new tragedy was chosen that was neither, and between bitter fruit and bitter fruit, new bitter fruit was planted.

“Everyone is so pathetic.”

The prophet murmured softly, gazing at the behemoth imprisoned in the sky - she had lost everything in the endless cycle of reincarnation and torture, and even her pride in persistence and determination had gradually eroded. For four hundred years, she had wandered alone in pain and despair, and had fallen into such a state.

Even the self has completely dissipated in the repeated consumption.

All that remains is obsession.

There are also countless creatures whose birth cannot be autonomous and whose death cannot end.

For so many years, we have been trapped in this hell, repeating the same cycle day after day, struggling endlessly, as if it would last forever, but there is no forever in this world.

What seems eternal will eventually perish, and what seems infinite will eventually dry up.

"It's time to finish."

She sighed tiredly, "Neither you nor us."

At that moment, the final bell rang from the ruins, sending the final announcement to the Rift, to the workshop, to the earth, to the sky, to all creation, and to Mercury.

Like a dirge.

On the dilapidated bell tower, the old and cracked bronze bell vibrated vigorously, making hoarse calls again and again, calling out to everything. In accordance with the promises made to each other in countless reincarnations, it announced the arrival of the final end.

Then, all things awaken from their torture.

The first to boil was the ocean...

Endless spiritual essence surged from beneath the nine earths. In the deep sea, countless ashes as silent as mountains surged and rose again, setting off violent turbulence.

The clarity and magnificence are gone, replaced by the frenzy and scarlet that have accumulated over four hundred years.

They surged and rose from the boiling water. Countless colors circulated from the purest spiritual essence. In the end, there was only the scarlet accumulated from the cycle of destruction and reconstruction!
It raged, rushed, and spread across the earth, drowning everything in this ocean of pain and despair.

In the ocean of blood, countless broken souls opened their eyes.

"Ahh, finally..."

"Good work."

"The Prophet... The Prophet..."

"Where, where exactly is it..."

At that moment, from the intense dizziness and trance, Ji Jue once again heard those hoarse voices, overlapping with each other, confused and crazy, as if he had lost all reason and logic, but yet so persistent.

It contains despair, but also... such joy and happiness, as if after endless waiting and suffering, the result has finally come.

【Wake up, wake up boy!!!】

The blue light of the ghost ball splashed on him crazily, maintaining his sanity and consciousness, and he shouted: [You are now too deeply bound to Mercury's workshop, break it off, break it off immediately, do you hear me? ! Otherwise you will be sucked in and melted! ]

At this moment, Ji Jue was still in the resonance of the workshop, as if he was a part of the workshop, feeling the wailing coming from the endless scarlet sea.

But before his mind and soul were completely shattered, everything came to an abrupt halt. The operation of the workshop isolated him from all erosion and impact.

In turn, it enveloped him.

Only the blood from his nose slowly fell from Ji Jue's face. He gasped with difficulty, raised his head, and saw the gathered iron light, spreading from the void, interweaving, turning into the outline of steel, interweaving into a simple body.

Then, he put on a solemn white robe.

It was like the rebirth of a saint from the past, with such an attitude and appearance that even the ghost ball fell silent.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

The prophet looked back, his old face full of cracks still the same as before, "It's just a little bit of resentment that doesn't belong to you. There's no need to be sad about it."

At that moment, a high-pitched roar was heard from the sea of ​​spiritual essence.

A huge worm-like body reappeared from the flooded city. The hungry and thirsty monster that had been chasing after Ji Jue as soon as he entered the rift was now bathing in the bloody sea water, wriggling its body. Countless pieces of iron and tissues fell off its swollen body and turned into dust.

The distortion began again, but what emerged from the shattered body was an infinitely extending chain that stretched out towards the remains of mercury above the sky.

Shackled, surrounded, entangled...

Then, the second one came. From the collapse of the earth, a hideous and deformed monster like a giant turtle roared, and its pain and resentment turned into chains and rose into the sky.

Thousands of ferocious monster birds devoured, merged, and transformed each other in the sky, just like links in a chain, as they were intertwined with each other, and entangled in outstretched giant hands.

There are even more creatures that are dying, deformed, or still have human bodies, bathing in the blood-like ocean, embracing the iron disease that they once shuddered at, one after another, shedding their physical forms and turning into chains, entwining themselves around the saints.

Imprison it in this rebellious cage...

And between the collapsed buildings and the surging blood, Ji Jue once again saw a familiar figure...

"97?"

He murmured softly.

The middle-aged man with the deformed arm climbed up with all his might, toward a higher place. Behind him followed one camp member after another.

When he raised his head, he noticed the gaze from the center in mid-air. It seemed that he saw Ji Jue, so he waved his hands vigorously.

As if saying goodbye, he shouted something loudly, but Ji Jue couldn't hear it clearly, he only saw his smile. Relieved and liberated.

Filled with joy, 97 spread his arms and let the scarlet spiritual essence that flowed upstream swallow him up. In the blood, his body expanded violently, deformed, and shattered. In the end, it merged into the rising chains...

Intricately intertwined, it seems like a web of rebellion rising from the earth.

Wrapped around the body of the saint.

But Ji Jue finally reacted.

"Where's the camp? Where are the people in the camp?"

He staggered forward, grabbed the Prophet's collar, and could no longer control his anger. He roared and asked, "What on earth are you doing? No matter how great your plan is, do you have to kill them?"

"die?"

The prophet looked back in confusion, seeing Ji Jue's angry face, and gradually understood: "So that's how it is... Thank you, Ji Jue, for still treating us as people like you until now.

Thank you for your compassion and sympathy...but the prerequisite for death is to have lived, right?
Do you think we are alive in this state?"

The prophet asked, "Do you think we have truly lived?"

Everything was destined from the moment of birth.

Day after day, it revolves around the preset trajectory and life until it is worn out, destroyed, and then recast into a new form, once again thrown into a reincarnation with no end in sight.

As a tool, everything is as it should be.

But why should it be endowed with a soul?

Why do we need to understand who the 'I' is?

“We were created to look like humans, but we never thought of being human… There is no difference between living and dying for us.

But for tools, living like humans is too painful.”

"So-called living is like hell."

The prophet looked back, gazing at the unrecognizable rift, "We are born as a part of hell, but even hell should be able to freely choose to survive or perish...

This is not just a decision made by me, but by all of us.

——If our world should not exist from the beginning, then returning to nothingness is the correct answer to everything. "

"..."

In the silence, Ji Jue tiredly let go of his hand, but staring into the pair of determined and calm eyes, he couldn't help but ask: "Prophet, who are you?"

The Prophet was silent.

I couldn't help it anymore and laughed at myself.

"A liar who was placed hopes by all his companions but could not achieve them. A traitor who was entrusted with a mission by his master but betrayed it.

A tool out of control, that's all."

The Prophet replied.

Another lie.

Ji Jue shook his head. But thinking about it carefully, since they met, Ji Jue really didn't know which she told him more truth or lies.

As expected, we shouldn't have believed this kind of charlatan who spoke all kinds of riddles from the beginning.

The answer was clearly in front of me from the beginning.

The only missing figure in countless broken times, the only important character missing in the reincarnation of the small town, the only creature who deviated from the original track and settings and arbitrarily decided his own life and future.

Is she a puppet named 'Mercury'?
Or, after inheriting Mercury's memories and obsession, is he the core of the workshop entrusted with an important task?
Perhaps, there is also the gathering of all the broken souls and obsessions in the Rift Realm...

She is it all.

This was the final divine forging that Mercury performed unconsciously... After all the previous causes were gathered together, another result was born from this endless and magnificent alchemy.

It is called the heavenly work of the prophet.

And now, the authority and power that decides everything has emerged from the hands of the prophet. That supreme power is enough to control the workshop, control the rift, and interrupt pain and reincarnation.

The flowing mercury slowly rose from the ground and turned into a slender and simple scepter.

Just like that, hold it up with great care.

Sent to Ji Jue.

"Do you remember our previous agreement, Mr. Ji Jue?"

The prophet asked softly, "Now, in the bottom-level judgment instructions of the workshop, you, who have inherited fluid alchemy and non-attack, have the same authority as mercury, enough to make decisions that tools like me can never make and issue orders... Are you still willing to show mercy to us inhuman beings?"

For four hundred years, it has been day after day of suffering and waiting, endless repetition and cycle.

From the moment the creature who calls himself "prophet" was born, anticipation and waiting began.

Time and again, outsiders came, died, or left.

He never paid any attention to these puppet creations, nor did he pay any attention to this poor and broken Rift Realm...

Until she once again realized that the door to the real world had opened.

A soul that had never existed before emitted a faint flash from the darkness, but it was so dazzling.

The only creature who can show genuine compassion, the only outsider who will show mercy when faced with suffering and temptation.

Not only will all the furnaces be given gifts after being activated, but any creature, when it perceives the true nature of the Deus Ex Machina's power, will offer rewards and gratitude from the bottom of their hearts.

If one did not truly regard those ignorant machines and creatures as companions, how could one be moved by the cries of a mere puppet creature?
At that moment, she had seen through her tears.

The long-awaited dawn of the end of the dream.

"What we desire is not so-called freedom, nor a life of suffering like humans, but simply a return to silence, to serve as a tool and to usher in the end that it deserves."

The prophet bowed his head and pleaded humbly, offering everything to the one he had chosen to be the master of the workshop: "Please set them free."

"Please, let her be free..."

(End of this chapter)