Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 46 The Scramble

Time seemed to stand still in the dormitory.

Jiang Yun initially thought this might just be a case of malice, but after reading Wang Qian's memories, she discovered that she was also someone who had been deceived by the decompression mini-program.

If someone is lured into committing a crime, they probably won't be sentenced to a very serious punishment.

Wang Qian slumped onto the cold ground, tears streaming down her face. Those scalding tears washed away all the pretense, resentment, and self-deception she had maintained for the past twenty years.

She looked up at the golden light and shadow suspended in the air, the god who called himself "Let's just say that."

"I……"

Her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't even finish saying the word "I".

Jiang Yun had already seen through the color of her emotional bubbles through the Butterfly God's Eye, which was blessed by the Butterfly Dream. It was a complex color that was a mixture of faint gold and rich black.

She seemed to be torn between turning herself in for the sake of what she considered "right" and whether she was struggling to hide her darkness and filth.

However, the idea that represents 'correctness' is gaining the upper hand.

Her fingers began to tremble as she fumbled for her phone in her pocket.

All you need to do is take it out, dial the police, and say, "I am Wang Qian, I used the Xiao Mo program to harm Pang Lele."

Perhaps, this is the end of it all?

The moment the phone was pulled out, the coldness of the metal made her fingertips recoil.

Just as she put the phone to her ear—

Jiang Yun noticed something was wrong; the light emanating from it was too cold.

The Butterfly God's Eye activated in response, and the illusion shattered like thin ice, revealing that the phone was actually a fruit knife.

He reminded:

"Look carefully at what you have in your hand."

What?

Wang Qian suddenly looked up at Jiang Yun, but the golden god in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a giant eye that spanned the starry sky, with a swirling galaxy and a pink nebula rising and falling deep in its pupil.

A pink streak, like a comet, crashed into her eyes.

A connection, a first awakening.

Under the influence of Jiang Yun's two abilities, when she turned her head again, the sharpness at the neck made her eyelids twitch.

The true form of the object in her palm was revealed as the tide receded, revealing it to be a gleaming, cold fruit knife.

And the location wasn't near her ear, but rather the carotid artery on the side of her neck.

It was a hallucination that drove her to commit suicide!

She instinctively tried to loosen her grip and throw the knife to the ground, but her fingers wouldn't let go.

Jiang Yun's hidden senses suddenly tightened. A dark, painful, and suffocating will reached out from the void with an invisible hand and completely gripped Wang Qian's body.

That will had no emotions, only the most primal greed.

But he seemed to be startled by Jiang Yun's sudden appearance, so much so that he froze for a moment. But it was only for a moment. The next second, the hand holding the knife continued to stab towards his chest.

"I... I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I thought it was just a game."

Wang Qian raised her head, her eyes surging with despair and terror, desperately seeking help from the only person she could turn to at that moment.

"God, save me..."

At the same time, as Wang Qian's despair intensified, Jiang Yun's hidden senses detected that something was growing from her.

That thing aroused an instinctive desire in Jiang Yun. It was something that could accelerate his fetal development, strengthen his destiny, and allow him to avoid waiting for his mother to break through each cultivation realm.

What is this?

You have sensed a trace of merit; collecting merit will promote the evolution of your embryonic form.

The "achievements" that Ling Caixin and Wei Yun mentioned?

Achievements are definitely a good thing.

This evil entity, like a gardener, planted Wang Qian as a seed in the soil, and now, under the watering of despair, it has blossomed into a deformed flower.

His hidden senses reminded him that he would make progress if he purified this thing.

Of course he would save her, whether it was through her seductive advances that didn't warrant death, the removal of danger, the potential for merit, or simply to conceal his own identity; he would act accordingly.

Ling Caixin's cause and effect and Ino's blessing have a vague concept of divine mechanism and heavenly evolution. He can do whatever he wants, but what if a god from another realm knows that there is such a tender and mysterious baby?

There's a chance we'll be targeted.

Jiang Yun gritted her teeth, her original plan to retreat waned, and her Butterfly Dream was rekindled.

In Wang Qian's field of vision, the giant eye that spanned the nebula reappeared in her sight.

She froze, then felt another force controlling her. It was gradually loosening its fingers, but they immediately closed again.

Her soul seemed to be torn in two; one hand was being gently guided by a force to loosen its grip on the hilt, while the other, cold force forcibly tightened its grip on her fingers, pushing the blade toward her neck.

Two gods!

One tries to redeem, the other manipulates the harm.

As expected, I was used...

Why would free auxiliary programs and decompression software fall into my hands for no reason?

She thought of the shadows around the dining table, the gloomy, snowy, cold wind outside, and she seemed to hear the sound of her mother stepping on the sewing machine again and again.

And then there's Jiang Cheng, who, upon arriving on his home planet, is like a clown dressed as a normal person, stumbling into a realm he shouldn't be in, experiencing confusion and rejection.

Should I not have been born into this world?

Wang Qian's mood began to turn sour, but she didn't realize that as her mood worsened, the knife was getting closer and closer to her carotid artery.

Jiang Yun was starting to feel weak.

The Butterfly God's Eye is ultimately linked to the strength of his mental power, and this still-developing brain cannot sustain it for long.

But shouldn't it have lost its balance so quickly?

Initially, it was a stalemate where the two sides were evenly matched.

With the Divine Calculation and Heavenly Elucidation within him, he already knew roughly how long he could last, but now a variable has appeared.

"Yanzi, activate your hidden senses and help me discover the reason for this change."

[Okay, activating covert perception, calculating for you...]

[As an extraterrestrial deity of the Shadow Pantheon, the opponent cannot physically reside in the Fifth Astral Realm; this ability is borrowed by his followers through divine grace...]

[As a believer of God under the shadow of despair, the other party is vying with you for Wang Qian's emotional energy, manipulating her negative emotions to amplify their own divine favor.]

[Under the combined influence of the Fate Link and the Eye of the Butterfly God, you also possess the wondrous power of divine grace, which can draw upon Wang Qian's positive emotions to amplify this divine grace.]

This simulation consumed 10 units of computing power.

With the help of the divine strategist Tianyan, he finally glimpsed the secret: the other party was able to use the dark side of Wang Qian's heart to enhance their own control.

So he also tried to draw out her positive psychological energy and guide her to recall those positive memories.

It was the first time she heard her teacher say, "The world is so big, do you really want to drop out of school?" that she suddenly felt afraid. It was also the longing she felt for her mother planet, the Imperial Star, when she looked up at the starry sky on countless nights, and the unwavering belief that she could escape the dark land of the Northern Wilderness forever.

Finally, he began to gain the upper hand, not only with only two fingers still struggling to grip the hilt of the knife, but also with the filth on Gongye's body gradually being transformed.

But then, Wang Qian spoke, her voice a hoarse, indistinct male voice, like rusted iron grinding together:

"So, after all your hard work, have you achieved a better life?"

Her words were like ice picks, and Wang Qian's emotions were instantly engulfed by a wave of negativity.

Jiang Yun has lost control again.

He quickly replied, "He's using you."

Yes, he's using me... but why am I still so sad?

A thick black bubble suddenly floated out, which Jiang Yun clearly noticed.

That being then controlled Wang Qian to utter her second sentence:

"But besides someone like me who needs to use you, who else would treat you well?"

Do you really deserve happiness?

"Come with me to the kingdom of Aksero, to save the suffering."

The moment the words fell, countless pitch-black shadow tentacles burst forth from Wang Qian's body, coiling and tightening around her. At that very moment, Jiang Yun's mental energy was on the verge of exhaustion, and his vision began to blur.

Wang Qian's body completely spiraled out of control.

This time, however, he had no chance to take it back, not only because his consciousness was extremely weak, but more importantly...

"Pfft—"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.

Jiang Yun watched helplessly as Wang Qian, her eyes filled with terror, plunged a fruit knife into her own heart.

At the same time, his hidden senses clearly perceived that a shadow, carrying with it the very thing that his unborn child and his destiny so desperately craved, had vanished from this place into thin air.

He quickly mustered his strength and activated the Seed of Fate just before the other person disappeared.

Once this will returns to its original form, he'll have a good look at what kind of thing this guy really is.