Chapter 26: Choose Me! _2
And Sapo knew this clearly.
No matter how he convinced himself that he was special like Al, that his significance was not lesser than Al's, the truth was there, becoming clearer as his body aged.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the Sapo King, mixing with the rain, as he walked silently, his figure disappearing into the curtain of rain.
His eldest son, the guards… the figures and gazes of others gradually faded away. No one could disturb him anymore, and no one accompanied him.
"God, what are you doing?"
"Listen to my heart…"
"Don't let tonight become an untraceable memory."
In the heavy rain, the Sapo King stumbled and fell to the ground. He prayed sorrowfully, his voice painful and trembling.
God did not answer.
Just as God had never chosen him.
In the sky, only the sounds of thunder and the torrential rain filled the ears incessantly; the voices of all beings on the earth were drowned out.
The Sapo King could imagine the scene of dawn coming the next day, the sunlight piercing through the gloom and illuminating the earth, making the whole civilization never fade.
Just like life always springs from dead wood. Just like the Ape-men have to shed their fur, the Kingdom also has to part with its past fur.
But Sapo did not want to be the fur shed by the Kingdom.
The storm intensified, and thunderbolts struck the ground, their booming intimidating the whole world; the earth trembled slightly as if in panic.
The Sapo King propped himself up on his trembling hands.
"God…"
"I am the first King in the world, the first man to acquire reason."
The Sapo King murmured.
The glory was fading, in the rain, in time.
The storm raged restlessly, exploding violently on the ground. The Sapo King looked up at the sky; he was once confused and helpless, but now that confusion was gradually fading, and he stood up.
He was a King, the King of the Logos people; he could not just watch the glory fade.
He could not just sit idly on the King's Throne.
The Sapo King raised his head, like a memory of the past, once again raising his arms, crying out in a deafening voice:
"God…"
He stood on the earth,
"Choose me!"
"Do not leave me in the past glory!"
The Sapo King faced the vast sky, finally shouting loudly in the rain.
"God, choose me!"
"Show your miracles in this world..."
"Do not let me be so unworthy, do not just abandon me like this!"
The violent storm howled at this place; the Sapo King proudly raised his head, the old blood seemingly flowing through his body for a moment.
The King stood alone in the rain, the rain nearly crazily falling from the sky,
Without even a pair of eyes watching him through the rain.
Like wheat falling to the ground to produce many seeds, the rain continues to fall to the ground, calming the thunder.
The King heard the sound of the rain, the thunder, the storm...
Among these deafening sounds, not even one voice spoke to him: I choose you.
The Sapo King knelt alone in the rain, facing the sky, silently weeping in sorrow.
When the storm subsided, and dawn was about to break the next day, this night ultimately became his untraceable memory.
...
...
Chen Yi gazed at the Ancient Chaos.
This was His second time coming before the Ancient Chaos, staring directly into the depths of the darkness.
Over the past century, Chen Yi's gaze was not limited to the Logos people; He often paused from the Logos people and looked at the myriad spectacles of the world.
Those creatures with life invariably possessed one or several pale golden Fate Lines.
The paths of the Fate Lines interwoven and changed with each other, eventually inclining towards a future that could roughly be discerned.
God's gaze occasionally followed the Fate Lines extending far into the distant times, observing the changes in the future.
And He was astonished to discover
That countless Fate Lines, after the passage of a long time, pointed in the same direction, toward the boundaries of the world.
Pointed toward the Ancient Chaos, and the Primordial Will that the Chaos represented.
Before creation, Chaos ruled heaven and earth. It could be said that it was the beginning of everything, where the world eternally stood still at the starting point.
And now, countless Fate Lines all pointed in the same direction, all pointed here, like a return, where the creatures of the earth would return to the original starting point through death.
In God's observation, Ancient Chaos had begun another cycle of reassembling since the last eruption of pale power, and now, the rate of power gathering was hundreds, even thousands of times more than before, just waiting for the moment when it would become so vast that not even the Ancient Chaos could contain it...
Then, the world would return to its original form, the heavens and earth all void and chaotic, the abyss dark.
God gazed at the Ancient Chaos before Him.
This sometimes surging, sometimes swelling, sometimes collapsing Ancient Chaos had neither rationality nor intelligence; it merely possessed an instinct to drive itself.
"Since the power that erupted in this darkness is enough to transform heaven and earth,"
God seemed to be speaking to Himself, yet also declaring to the Chaos before him,
"Then, can I transform you?"
Chen Yi had this idea, not suddenly, but after a long period of verification and contemplation.
And He had not just one idea, but a series of successive ideas.
This pale power would eventually erupt onto the earth and would inevitably change the form of life, leading those lives towards mutual and self-destruction.
So, why not let rational beings harness this power while using rationality to control it?
Striving to lead the whole world into a state of balanced evolution.
"We cannot let this power burst forth on the earth uncontrolled and without direction; through a certain ritual, let this power be used by people, consumed by them, until my existence is completely stabilized."
God gazed at the Ancient Chaos, His plan already well-prepared.
The gathering and eruption of Ancient Chaos followed no set pattern; Chen Yi had a premonition that this time, the eruption of the pale power would be much earlier and much weaker than the last.
First, he would wait for the power at the Chaos Center to self-detonate, and at that time, another prehistoric deluge would descend upon the earth, possibly gathering into a great flood that would drown countless lives.
After that, a channel for people to communicate with this power would be established on Chaos, with a well-planned mystic law for harnessing and controlling it.
God could foresee that this would become the ultimate origin of future Mysticism.
However, this plan was not without flaws.
First… given His currently unstable existence, it was temporarily difficult to grasp the scale of the Ancient Chaos's eruption.
When Ancient Chaos would erupt, and to what extent, was all unpredictable.
It could possibly, like the last time, store the pale power for hundreds of millions of years before erupting, or it could erupt at this very moment; it was always ready to explode.
God also could not be sure whether the scale of this eruption would be just right or would be enough to destroy heaven and earth.
Moreover...
"At present, only the Logos people possess rationality."
Relative to the millions of species in the world, the population of Logos people was too scarce, numbering only tens of thousands.
These tens of thousands of people could not control the continually gathering power of Ancient Chaos.
"There must be more rational beings on this earth..."
God fell into contemplation,
"The earliest rational Logos people must lead the later generations, and then, they must thrive and multiply upon the earth together."
It seemed so easy.
However, God was fond of the Logos people and thus did not wish to impose a certain mission upon them; the Logos people had to realize it themselves, had to be willing.
If He did not do so, it would be as if He were betraying the most supreme principles, betraying the compassion within His own soul.
God had to start thinking…
In what situation would people seek the recognition of another group of rational beings?
God closed his eyes; He thought like a human.
When would people wish that there were more than just our group of rational beings in this world?
"We fear loneliness, we fear despair."
At this moment, Chen Yi considered Himself as one of the people.
"We fear arriving in this world without purpose, and then leaving without purpose."
"We fear that on the vast expanse of earth, only our solitary existence is there, no one else has witnessed the rise and fall of our civilization, no one else has touched the traces of our struggle in history."
"After we pass away, it would be as if we never came, swallowed up among collapsing rubble. Our existence, merely an illusion, like a dream we had, with only eternal emptiness remaining after the erosion of time. We fear, we cannot be so lonely."