ccnovels #2005 - Heaven's Hammer
#2005 - Heaven's Hammer
"Excellent."
With a long-awaited, pleasant notification sound, Fu Qian's hand didn't tremble as he fiddled with the golden mallet, pulling it out from the shattered skull.
It's a pity, though, that there's not much strength left to wipe it clean.
The bloodstains on the golden mallet, the essence upon which these creatures rely for survival, each drop reflected in Fu Qian's eyes, illuminating an endless vortex of desire.
With that final blow, the joy in his mind erupted completely.
The assassination of the hired thugs had clearly enraged Lord Stomach to the extreme.
Layer upon layer of escalating pleasure, turbocharged to a more violent degree, had reached a state that was now difficult to describe—but difficult to describe wasn't the same as impossible.
Like dumpling filling chopped so finely that the original ingredients are unrecognizable, with enough patience and effort, it can still be deciphered layer by layer.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form... Whether it's the ancient one who has explored the Realm of Bliss for many years, or the power-wielding, straightforward Lord Stomach, in the end, they both failed to grasp the essence of this saying.
What Fu Qian did just now was very simple—in a state of ecstatic joy, he forcibly imagined a truly "blank pleasure."
The true pinnacle of layer upon layer of negation, abandoning any symbols to define or describe it, allowing the concept of pleasure to directly reflect oneself.
It sounds abstract, and it's actually not easy to do, and even thinking about it is somewhat insane—unless you've had some inspiration before.
When A'Kong was doing the mission, Hillary's treatment philosophy was described in detail in the mission introduction—
【...The collection of impulses and desires, trying to fit them into a symbolic self-portrait, is the source of all tragedies... Abandon using any words to describe the taste entering the nostrils... The resulting pleasure is like a complete cleansing of filth...】
【...Pleasure continues to expand, even beyond the scope that words can describe... No longer burying your head in the cage built by yourself, no longer letting self-consciousness bind yourself...】
Knowledge is power, and that's not just a saying.
Fu Qian never ignores the valuable information accumulated in missions, including some overly abstract concepts.
At the same time, accumulating knowledge alone is not enough; imagination is an important weapon for transforming knowledge into power.
Desire, pleasure, bliss... When encountering these seemingly similar concepts, Fu Qian always makes it a habit to compare and verify them.
Especially the treatment philosophy that A'Kong came into contact with, which may have originated from the enlightenment of some "pure and sublime power."
Although the essence is to dispel the delusions of "self", and then refine A'Kong, the pinnacle of metaphysics is interconnected.
As early as witnessing the continuous proliferation of pleasure, Fu Qian had thought about whether this "true purity" was the ultimate answer.
Not white, but empty.
In addition, this is not the only reason. The story mentioned to the ancient one just now originated from a classic paradox—
The rabbit certainly runs faster than the tortoise, but if the tortoise is allowed to run a distance ahead in the race, then during the time the rabbit takes to catch up to this distance, the tortoise has already run another distance, and then the rabbit chases again, and the tortoise runs again... Proceeding in this way, it will never catch up.
This is a story that Fu Qian thought of when he first faced endless layers of pleasure.
And just now, the ancient one also helped to prove one point, that is, even he, who had climbed to the ninth heaven, still had not touched the pinnacle of the Realm of Bliss.
Is it possible that "running like this" will never reach it?
Involving the spiritual level, strict mathematics may not be so applicable, but it may not be able to bring enlightenment.
For example, the rabbit, as the pursuer, takes a step directly to the finish line?
And that's exactly what he did just now.
Finally, there is another reason why he doesn't have a good impression of climbing the heavenly ladder in order—the last mission where the deeper he merged, the higher the SAN value consumption was called Incineration.
As early as discovering that entering each heaven required paying a constantly increasing ticket price, Fu Qian was already very wary of this path.
...
This mission may have been passive all the way, but "the ancient one projected onto Brother Repentance again", knowing that this worst-case scenario was possible, and yet still coming to test it, how could there be no contingency plan?
Running to the church to jump in the face of Lord Stomach actually had a third purpose.
Previously, he had been promoted to the third heaven by forcibly imagining thirty-three layers of fake pleasure, and finally successfully resonated with the Realm of Bliss.
It was also through this point that it was proven that Lord Stomach's own authority had similarities with the Realm of Bliss.
And at that time, he hadn't even been planted with the Seed of Ecstasy.
So, if he really possessed the power originating from Lord Stomach, would the resonance effect be even better?
Although that Lord himself did not succeed, He may not have received the same training from that master as himself.
Therefore, from the moment he entered the incense hall and discovered that Brother Repentance was still alive, Fu Qian had put more effort into simulating that ultimate pleasure.
The ancient one was still too optimistic.
The ninth heaven is indeed not the pinnacle of the Realm of Bliss, but the later layers may exceed his imagination.
Ten, eleven, twelve... Layer upon layer, abstractly distorted to the point of incomprehensibility, and endless.
This endlessness does not represent infinite greatness, but infinite smallness, like the infinitely divided distance in the tortoise and hare race, so that it cannot reach the end.
And the feeling of standing directly at the finish line is indeed good. Even the ancient one who climbed to the highest point is just a pitiful bug who thinks he is leading.
As for whether mastering the Realm of Bliss can be achieved by climbing to its pinnacle, Fu Qian cannot be sure.
It's just a little resonance, and he is still very far from that step.
Of course, it is enough for the current situation.
Looking down from a high position, dimensional reduction strike, that hammer just now was exactly the means that the ancient one dreamed of, which could completely destroy the target.
At the same time as the brains burst, that death had completely erased him from every heaven.
Fu Qian even had the confidence at that moment that even if Lord Stomach didn't send anyone, it wouldn't affect his ability to lock on to the target.
That was a real dimensional reduction strike.
Using speed to fight speed, he finally carried out this concept and cleaned up this leak with an astonishing number.
The only two regrets were that the ancient one was unwilling to introduce himself until the end, coming from a thousand years ago, and there was reason to believe that his identity was very special.
The second was that there was not much time to experience "bliss."
Taking a few more glances with the precious perspective, Fu Qian simultaneously turned his direction and smashed his own head with a hammer amidst endless struggles.
It was as if a tooth that had been swollen for a month was finally chiseled open by the doctor. At the moment the screen turned black, Fu Qian believed that the contents of his head must have gushed onto the ceiling like volcanic magma.
【Mission Evaluation: Heavenly Hammer】