Chapter 1590: Chapter 508: Aztemo: I Am Gradually Understanding Everything_3 “Aztemo, stop dawdling, return obediently to your body, isn’t this also a path to evolution?” Wayne, using Aztemo’s face, said, “Corrupting you was purely accidental, as an apology, I can offer unreasonable demands, let’s sit down and discuss properly, just say what you want.” Aztemo did not speak, swinging the Death Scythe in her hand, intangible waves flickered, splitting her body in two. White foam wriggled, two ‘Aztemo’s stood up, proving through action that she was shaped by Wayne and could never return. One of the ‘Aztemo’s melted into black mud. Wayne harnessed the Goddess’s body, his legs melting, the entire body pale, under the graceful female curves, a vertical line split at the chest, and a Great Eyeball slowly opened. The twelfth layer of the sky, the pale canopy tore, and a massive Magic Eye looked down. Whispered murmurs rose in Aztemo’s heart, tendrils drilling from the cracks of The Void, spreading to reality, penetrating every corner. An ancient will invaded The Listener’s deep thoughts, like an invisible twisted great hand, slowly tearing the tapestry of sanity, spreading terrifying information in an incomprehensible language, enough to shake sanity and change life. Every byte carried an indescribable power, challenging Aztemo’s cognitive limits, forming tremors directly in her mind, making her want to refuse but unable to find a way to refuse. In shock, she found it very reasonable. Aztemo tried to refuse, but couldn’t suppress the desire to listen, her mind conveyed its longing to her, asking her to listen a little longer. Just for a moment, there will be no passing. With the collapse of sanity, the whispers in her ears became more distant yet clearer, the sound seeming to come from the depths of the ocean billions of years ago, or from the farthest corners of the Cosmos. With a damp, decayed breath, it passed through endless Darkness and The Void, breaking through the barriers of time and space, sketching a pale Cosmos before Aztemo, guiding her on a path of evolution. Aberrant spaces, twisted Cosmos, damp celestial bodies exuding chaos and confusion, and the vague outlines of those ancient deities, indescribable visions flashed one by one, hinting at a cosmic truth far beyond human understanding. Not just human mages, this was an unknown Cosmos not even traversed by gods. Aztemo’s vision blurred, she began to question her Death, but quickly, she saw herself in the distorted Cosmos. The concept of Death was tremendously vast, she was a part of it, as the view zoomed out, the concept of Death was just a part of the Cosmos. As the pale vertical-arm ocean surged, the twisted siege tugged at time and space, allowing her vision to move beyond the speed of light, reaching the end of the pale Cosmos. Here, energy was twisted, matter was decayed, and information considered corruption by the deities was the only truth. The orderly structure of Hades was a false and self-delusional error crystalized, under the guidance of whispers, true Death was hidden at the chaotic end of the Cosmos, and a large Magic Eye slowly opened in that pale end. Rip! ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel·fiɾe·net A heart-palpitating sensation arose deep in her bones, Aztemo saw vacant-eyed figures, worshiping and fearing the Magic Eye blindly, every pale face identical to hers. She abruptly opened her eyes, waking from an infinite loop nightmare, looking in terror at the Magic Eye high in the sky, fearing she would become a blind devotee, brandishing the Death Scythe entwined with tendrils… Aztemo stood stunned, her slender body abnormalized, the arm holding the scythe had turned into a pale, damp tendril. Her exquisite face melted, she tried to speak, only to find she no longer had a mouth. Her fevered chest throbbed madly, splitting with a ripping sound, four tendrils extended out, each white vein twisted and coiled, together pushing out a massive eyeball. The pupil contracted and expanded extremely, using this eye to scrutinize the world, Aztemo found herself gradually understanding everything. Information once avoided like the plague, now delicious beyond compare, with no regard for consequences, she could learn it, and once learned, could use it. In the boundless Void, whether dragons or elves, no life with numerical values could become eternal, only the Magic Eye with no numerical limit was the ultimate life form. There was a beauty in such intensity! “No, this is Corruption!” Aztemo examined herself, unwittingly, a vast area of her thoughts was Corrupted, even the remaining thoughts turned pale at a visible speed. When everything turned white, she would no longer be herself. Aztemo decisively split herself, the uncorrupted thoughts becoming independent, then… Huh, he makes so much sense! Just a sentence, there will be no passing. The Magic Eye looked down from above, surveying Aztemo who struggled constantly below, the latter discarding Corrupted thoughts, independent rational thoughts re-entered the listening state, discarded again, listened again, repeated dozens of times. After the last cut, Aztemo escaped the ‘makes sense’ part, looking at her remaining thoughts, glancing at the dozens of ‘selves’ walking around, then at the Magic Eye overhead, she closed her eyes and gave a bitter smile.