If targeted, we still donât know what the opponent will bring against us.
We canât possibly fight against such power!
"Looks like we can only leave?" Shen Ye asked.
"Yes, even I have no intention of parasitizing it, and youâre so weakâhurry and escape." Su Su said.
Shen Ye fell into contemplation.
This time coming to the Destruction Camp, there was enough to gain.
We already know the essence of Destruction is an unimaginably powerful entity.
Every Destructive Main God is sufficient to rival Truth Creation.
Yet these Main Godsâ
Only possess the power of a single strand of fur from its being.
How strong must the actual entity be?
Utterly immeasurable!
But it hasnât directly destroyed the Truth World...
Does it not want to?
No.
It doesnât even spare an excellent Destruction Servant.
âWhy would that be?
Shen Ye suddenly spoke: "Su Su, release the restriction on my left hand."
"Alright, but if you try to form seals, I will stop you." Su Su replied.
His left hand was immediately freed.
The long knife was drawn out, lightly making a cut.
Swishâ
Shen Ye died on the spot.
Blood blossomed.
He fell to the ground, his life force gradually fading away.
In the void.
Su Su, Uncle Qi, and the Ship of Destruction watched as the endless dark fog rose from Shen Ye and soared away.
âThe Technique transformed by those thoughts has gone!
Three glowing small lines of text appeared on the tombstone of the Dharma Aspect:
"You are dead."
"You have lost the âBrain Usage Technique.â
"Resurrection in 23 hours and 59 minutes."
Meanwhile.
The duck has already learned everything.
"Thought this would be a safe place..."
It quickly opened the Dharma Aspect and stored the escape pod inside it.
This way, retreat or advancement was possible.
Thinking back on past situationsâ
Back then.
The brain of the Eternal World meant to escape, did it also sense the terror of the Destruction Tribulationâs essence?
The answer is obvious!
Yet for so long, this escape pod and escape technique blasted open the Abyss, continually destroying all within the Abyss.
âThe essence of Destruction hasnât made a move on the escape pod!
Why again?
The duck could not fathom.
In the next second.
The piggy bank in its hand vanished.
Tentacles spread out waves, forming new telepathy:
"Your servant died unexpectedly."
"Reward for this instance retrieved."
"Furthermore."
"The number of Main Gods has decreased by one."
"Confirmed as consumed."
"Not only that, two Main Gods have merged into one."
"Thusâ"
"The world has two fewer Main Gods."
The duck was stunned.
Which Main God was consumed?
The Abyss Main God? Or "Brody"?
Who merged?
The telepathy continued:
"Your task has been completed."
"Current reward is âBrain Usage Technique.â
"Due to your high level of task completion, a new option is currently offered:"
"Temporarily do not claim âBrain Usage Technique,â and accept a new task."
"Upon the completion of the new task, a higher level reward can be claimed."
"I want the new task." The duck immediately said.
What a joke!
The âBrain Usage Techniqueâ is absolutely not to be accepted.
By accepting the new task, at least some time could be delayed, allowing oneself to stay in the Destruction Camp.
This would allow gathering more intelligence.
As soon as the duck made its choice, the new task was immediately released:
"Corpse Researcher."
"Description: You have currently collected the Truth Corpse, please conduct the necessary analysis on this Creation Corpse, uncover its mysteries and operational sequences, and provide effective intelligence for the next war."
"Remember."
"Your research is of utmost importance."
"âDo you wish to start researching this corpse?"
"Start." The duck replied.
Bang.
A soft sound.
A long, lifeless staff fell lightly, lying in the dirt in front of the duck.
The duck stood still, trying its best to remain calm.
However, a new line of text suddenly sprang up above it:
"How could this be, duck!"
Yes!
The staff on the ground was the Withering Staff!
It seemed to have lost all its strength, now only a Creation essence remains.
As for Augustusâ
"Does this Creation have a user? Is it existing alone? Or does it have other companions?"
The duck asked.
Countless tentacles roamed around, continuing to emit telepathy:
"The user of the Creation has turned completely to dust."
"Now, only this Creation remains."
"Be careful, though itâs dead, it still possesses extremely powerful Strength."
The duck quickly decided:
"I can research itâjust wait for my good news."
The tentacles did not reply further.
They gradually dispersed into clusters of dark fog, vanishing into the void.
The surroundings returned to normal.
The duck took a deep breath, stepped forward, and picked up the staff.
A line of glowing small text emerged beside the staff:
"Truth Creation · Withering Staff (Now Dormant)."
Is it?
It is in dormancy.
Is there a way to awaken it?
Waitâ
The only thing to do now is to gather intelligence on the Destruction Camp!
Leave this staff for now, delay a bit more time.
The duck was thinking that, when suddenly a voice sounded in its ears:
"Itâs you!"
Augustusâs voice!
Damn, heâs still alive, and his consciousness is within this staff.
Or ratherâ
He is the consciousness of the staff, but reincarnated as a human!
Now his human body is completely destroyed.
And his consciousness returned to the staff.
So he still recognizes me!
âIt was back then that I kicked him into the Eternal World.
Perhaps he has already figured it out?
"You damned bastard, so it was you!"
Augustusâ
Or rather, the Withering Staff suddenly burst out with a gnashing voice.
Immediately, dark mist began to form around.
The awakening of the staff aroused some kind of attention from the void!
This must not happen!!!
The duck acted decisively, directly storing the staff into the Storage Ring, and whistled as a cover.
No problem.
Nothing happened!
âWhat storms and waves havenât we seen?
Itâs just another meeting of old enemies, why make such a big deal?
You should sleep first.
The duck thought silently, while whistling louder.
The dark mist, seeing nothing had changed here, gradually dispersed again.
Bottom of the Abyss.
Only that little Black Duck was left, standing there alone, continuing to whistle.
It whistled a mournful "Machiatto Float."
Bursts of Destructive winds occasionally swept past, dancing to the tune, then howling away.