297: Chapter 43: Gathering Wishes Sacrifice (4)_3 297: Chapter 43: Gathering Wishes Sacrifice (4)_3 Most hidden gods only wish to return to their original form, to retrieve their original abilities, or perhaps merely to reclaim a piece of clothing, a hat, or other simple desires…
“Alas, the fishermen, farmers, palace maids, and children from hundreds, perhaps thousands of years ago, even if they had unfulfilled wishes, those wishes were not grand ambitions,” the young man with gray hair sighed as he shook his head.
“Ultimately, the hidden gods are all just pitiful souls affected by the giant dragon phenomenon.”
The mood at the scene turned somber at these words.
Linai crouched next to the table, looking somewhat melancholic.
“This is the whirlpool of fate, Little Ce.
Those who pass away with obsessions become gods, and after hundreds of years, their obsessions are fulfilled by people, the circulation of thoughts is like the reincarnation of Huojin and Zhi Pi…
and witnessing this scene, Lord of Huojin God probably reveals a profound smile amid the whirlpool.”
Would the Void Light Dragon smile in the Huojin Realm?
He thought about the giant dragon smiling, which suddenly sent shivers down his spine.
Yet, pondering the various phenomena on Zero Island, he struggled to discern the existence of “good” and “evil.” Whirlpools, hidden gods, Huojin, and Zhi Pi—all operated under some mysterious law, part of a grand mechanism beyond human comprehension.
Yet all this was only because the dragon had once visited; its stay had changed the world with its power…
“The phenomenon the giant dragon brought is indeed an apt description.”
He murmured softly, took the juice handed to him by the witch with a fox mask, and prepared to take a sip, when he noticed Shiyu Ling glaring at him from the corner of her eye.
“…I didn’t provoke you, did I?”
“Not at all, I’m just a bit puzzled,” Shiyu Ling said with a cold sneer.
“When did you become so bold?”
“Speaking such incomprehensible things.” Gongsun Ce took a sip of his juice.
“Miss Linai, when does the festival end?”
“It starts the dance performance at 11:30 PM and precisely ends at midnight.
We might have to leave before then.”
Time was running short.
Gongsun Ce finished his juice, pulled back his placard: “Intermission over, next up, please!”
And so, another half hour passed.
Linai had left not long ago to prepare for the performance, and Hana, having nothing else to do, took Linai’s place as an assistant.
By eleven o’clock at night, the festival venue had indeed quieted down quite a bit, and finally, the queue in front of the Superpower User was coming to an end.
may you live in peace for the rest of your life.”
A black armor disappeared into light, marking the end of Gongsun Ce’s volunteer work for the night.
The Superpower User habitually called out, “Next…none left?”
“There are still quite a few.
I’ve asked them to come back tomorrow, giving you some time to enjoy the festival.
I hope you don’t mind.”
A soft, sticky voice entered his ears, and Gongsun Ce looked up to see a large, fluffy tail and quickly got up to greet, “God of Yuzhuan.”
The fox-faced proprietress shifted her eyes and quipped, “Won’t the guest help me too?”
The Superpower User chuckled awkwardly: “A divine being as prosperous as you, what wishes could there be that I could fulfill?
I think what concerns you now are not past obsessions but current goals.”
The fox god shook its tail.
“You’re a clever person…
Just as you said, I am now the guardian god of commerce; everyone can take what they need and strike fair deals, and I’m content with that.”
As the street thinned, some non-human beings were still trading.
Shiyu Ling, puzzled, asked, “What about those guys?
Don’t they want liberation?”
“Whether humans or gods, everyone has their preferred way of living.
Getting used to life after becoming hidden gods, and wanting to continue , is an understandable choice.” Gongsun Ce leaned on the table and stood up, stretching.
“Come on, let’s see if we have enough materials to craft the arms.”
He was just about to fold up the white table when he noticed the fox god had placed her paw on it.
“Let’s not be in a rush to close down this stall?” the fox-faced proprietress suggested with a smile, “Perhaps later, more godly visitors might want to come.”
More hidden gods wanting to come?
But you just said to tell them to come tomorrow…
The Superpower User pondered for a moment, then lifted his hand: “Alright, no problem.”
After the God of Yuzhuan spoke, she walked away alone.
Gongsun Ce tidied up the various items behind him, turned to the witch with a fox mask, and asked, “I am heading to the blacksmith’s shop, Sakura Dance, do you want to come along?”