Chapter 756 Peaceful Paradise (1/2)

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He had been asked her to dissuade Joshua, but not only was he left shocked by the warrior's acts, he was stuffed full of information that he barely understood yet extremely well thought out as it was extremely terrifying.

The elderly mage found himself very annoyed but helpless, which was why he could only return home to rest and left every researcher in the underground cavity fearing that the creatures made from the Void Behemoth's flesh would escape control and turn the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds upside down.

Meanwhile, Joshua remained seated at the center seat of the Fourth Practical Lab, giving a thorough gaze at the synthetic bodies and monsters, his gaze impassive and appearing pensive.

”Nostradamus clearly didn't understand what I'm saying about game and players… That's normal since Mycroft doesn't have such culture.”

Joshua turned, manipulating Steel Strength and continuing his refinement of systems such as 'Soul Preservation', 'Physical Regeneration', 'Resurrection' as well as 'Dimensional Teleportation' without a hint of trouble in his emotion.

”I know that, and that everything remains possible.”

Last time, when Priest and the others had explored an otherworld in the Dark Domain only to encounter the Black Fog, his entire team would have been wiped out at once if not for the Steel Strength Legacy he left as protection. Even so, two of the party members died, and was only revived thanks to their souls being preserved by a Soul Pool Sphere.

Their revival had in turn supplied Joshua with substantial practical data—that was not the case for Unnamed since he had to control that particular resurrection on his own, a fundamental difference with the restoration achieved through the independent resurrection of the Restoration Beam.

When he ascertained that the Restoration Beam, coupled with the Soul Pool Sphere, could resurrect any Silver to Gold individual who had died as recent as five minutes ago, Joshua could not help remembering a particular word.

'Player'.

Swift healing of injuries, reviving from death—if the day came that Joshua's power could fill the world, his Steel Strength shrouding every reach, life and death of all souls would be in his hands. He could convert and simulate any creature into data as he wished, controlling the flow of the world's energies to achieve all unusual nature shift, turning the entire world into a reality.

He could create dungeons after dungeons out of thin air, tens of thousands of mysterious environments, allowing humans to challenge them repetitively without end, thereby improving and rewarding themselves. Through rewards, he could guide the progress of civilization, the course of wars, and all life was like chess pieces at his command.

Players would certainly be the beings that lived within. They would not die, for their flesh was a mere shell that could be abandoned when hurt, and their souls need not even exist in that shell—Joshua would preserve them in a safe place, controlling it through spiritual projection.

To that extent, the world of a game would be utterly manipulated and dictated by Joshua van Radcliffe, a world where even perished souls would have no freedom hence created.

A paradise and hell of absolute perfection.

Compared to a 'Peaceful Paradise', Fattrovi had come up with all sorts of control in order to harvest souls that were so complex it was laughable. He clearly held his world's Authority, and yet extracted the souls of genuine living beings in the real world again and again, essentially forcing others to rebel and heaping the vengeance of countless humans… Joshua believed that he just had to extract portions of players' souls each time they resurrected as a penalty of 'revival weakness' and allowed all humans to flourish without fetters, collecting souls that died of natural causes or old age—in a thousand years, he would certainly have gathered an amount of souls that did not lose out to Fattrovi.

And the world would thank him for that, consecrating him as the lord of all.

Still, was that mere imagination or something achievable?

Naturally, it was the latter.

Joshua stared at the numbers he calculated himself—thirty-four hundred and sixty-seven days, eight hours, twenty-nine and a half minutes. With his present ability, that much time is needed for his Steel Strength to dye the world bit by bit, placing the world and all life into a single colossal 'Restoration Beam'. That speed was a base prediction as well, since in those nine years, Joshua's power would definitely grow stronger.

”As long as I use Steel Strength to seal the world's outer shell and no information leaked, Mycroft would simply not exist for the world exist—just like how the Black Fog had isolated all information of Shelter Alpha and preserved it amidst the besieging of Evil Gods.

Picking up the lab records which contained the numbers he came up with, Joshua sated at the innumerable text and formula while muttering to himself. ”I could create a Peaceful Paradise completely separated from the world, and everything in it is simply a game, devoid of death, hate, war or even sadness. All races could live within, and souls could be assimilated and altered regardless of their distortion.”

”A thousand years, ten thousand years… As long as I did not die—even if I did, the circulatory system would keep the game going forever.”

Clenching, Joshua burnt the lab record. Although it was simple paper, he had already recorded the information within into his personal data vault—it was an attitude.

Sighing rather exhaustedly, Joshua did not say a thing and simply closed his eyes and lay on his chair. A rare occasion of unwinding, the warrior allowed himself to sink into the goatskin cushion—clearly, his clone was no Neutron Star battle form but a simple body of flesh. Otherwise, his weight even in relaxing would see his entire body directly pierce the plane's barrier and fall into the Void.

He closed in eyes, meditating amidst the absolute silence of the Practical Lab.

Joshua is reluctant to have an autistic child live within a fake paradise, even if most of the humans in Mycroft were willing. Hiding underground and living like a rat was simply nothing worth being pleased over, but a profound shame.

However, that did not mean the concept of 'game and player' had nothing of value.