Chapter 1546: Chapter 1544: Deciphering God Language
Richard felt himself drifting into sleep.
It was the true kind of sleep—losing all conscious awareness, losing all external defenses, a profoundly deep sleep.
Honestly, since embarking on the quest to uncover the truths of the world, he hadn’t experienced this sort of sleep for a long, long time, nearly forgetting the last time he felt it. Now, he was able to experience it again.
In the dream, he was very quiet.
In the dream, he saw many inexplicable scenes, images.
The first scene appeared in a small dirt pit.
Inside the small dirt pit was a massive ant nest, inhabited by tens of thousands of ants, which had established a vast ant Kingdom. Numerous worker ants busily moved in and out, some carrying foraged food, others expanding the nest even further.
Everything seemed thriving, full of energy and vitality.
Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly, and two human children ran over, carrying wooden buckets half-filled with water.
Passing by the dirt pit, the two children stopped, their attention captured by the busy ants.
Then, one of them picked up a branch near the pit, poking it into the densest area of ants.
The ants instantly fell into chaos, and the child laughed.
The other child laughed as well, then thought for a moment, tipped the bucket, and poured out the water.
"Splash!"
The water quickly submerged the entire pit and poured into the ant nest.
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
"Hahaha!"
Accompanied by the children’s laughter, a large number of bubbles emerged from the ant nest, forming a vortex on the water’s surface. The ants faced disaster, attempting to escape but unable to resist the powerful suction, all getting pulled into the vortex and submerged underwater.
Drowning, suffocation, death...
The entire ant Kingdom was thus destroyed, and the two children derived ample amusement from it. After a moment, they lifted their empty buckets and walked away.
After walking a few steps, a child seemed to hear something, suddenly turning his head, opening his eyes wide, crying out in fear.
They saw torrential floodwaters suddenly surge from afar at the horizon, forming a white wave crashing forth.
The two children instinctively ran, but only managed to run a few meters before being swept away by the rushing floods.
The floodwaters continued to surge into the distance, destroying villages and towns along the way. Countless humans didn’t have time to react and were drowned.
Ultimately, the flood reached an exceedingly grand city, heavily crashing against the city walls.
"Boom!"
The walls collapsed, and the entire city was submerged.
At the city’s gate, several slabs fell off, one of which bore the city’s name—Atlantismantino.
The slabs collided and fell to the bottom, with the one bearing the city name already shattered, the inscribed letters mostly lost, leaving only enough to form a new name—Atlantis.
Was it Shalin’s City of Peace? Or perhaps the ancient continent lost to Earth’s prehistoric great flood?
The floods continued, engulfing patches of land, ultimately overtaking mountains, enveloping the entire planet’s surface.
This did not end here; after enveloping the planet surface, the water continued to rise, slowly flowing into the Void, eventually filling it, consuming one star after another in the Void.
Finally, the entire universe became a world of water.
In the world of water, it was quiet.
So quiet to the extreme.
...
In the silence, Richard gradually regained consciousness, opened his eyes.
Then he found that due to Abel, all the floodwaters and marine creatures he encountered previously had disappeared, and he lay in an endless desert.
He stood up, looked around for a while, and confirmed that he had left the Autai Plane, but had no idea where he was now.
What was going on?
What happened?
How did he get here?
Many puzzling thoughts churned in Richard’s mind, but he found no answers.
Furrowing his brows, Richard tried to choose a direction and moved forward, wanting to see what lay beyond the desert.
After advancing for a long time, Richard realized a fact: the desert seemed to have no end, no matter how far he walked, ahead there were always sand, sand, and more sand.
This was a desert of infinite space, where time seemed to stand still, trapping him here, in some sense no different from death.
Or maybe this was the outcome after death?
Mid-travel, Richard stopped, rubbed his temples, trying to clear his chaotic thoughts.
Some fragments of dream scenes still occasionally flashed before his eyes, but he couldn’t yet discern any meaning or hints, so chose not to think about them.
What about Abel—he decided not to think about it.
The only thing he could be sure of now was the five Spells on the scroll—certainly no joke, they could truly affect the world—Abel had demonstrated this with actions.
Under these circumstances, he seemed able to do one thing, could only do one thing—being in this place, temporarily unable to escape, he could only study the language of the Creator God, and fortunately, here provided him with an undisturbed research environment.
If so...
With a flick of his hand, Richard took out the scroll he had put away before.
He opened the scroll, looked at the five Spells on it, eyes slightly narrowed, falling into thought.
After thinking for a few moments, he bent down and copied the contents of the five Spells verbatim onto the desert sand with his fingers, continuing to watch.
An hour later, he copied more of the remaining Spells.
Such as the genuine Spell of the Fireball Technique shown by Abel before, and the various genuine Spells calculated over the past year using Autai’s Brain.
After writing, without resting, he began to write all the ordinary Spells he remembered—sorted by category, starting with the Shaping Energy Water Element Ice Element Snooker School Magic. The first was the Snooker Snowball, Spell being... The second was the Snooker Ice Cone, Spell being... After finishing writing the Ice Element Magic of each school, it was the Water Element, followed by the Acid Element.
After the Water Element came the Wind Element, and following the Wind Element were Fire Element, Earth Element, Wood Element, Thunder Element, Dark Energy, Light Energy, Pure Energy...
After completing the entire Shaping Energy category Magic, came the Spirit category Magic, the Construct category Magic...
Richard continuously wrote, filling dune after dune and sheets of flat sandy surface.
As previously mentioned, the desert here seemed infinite in space, time seemed stagnant, there was no wind, even the Sun froze overhead, thus all the Spell scripts written on the sand looked eternal, resting upon the sand’s surface without any change.
Thus, Richard kept writing, continuously writing, as if he were recording everything in his mind onto an unending sheet of drafting paper.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
No idea how much time had passed, Richard finally completed writing the last remembered Spell, then stopped.
Before him was a dense sea of endless, countless interconnected Spell characters.
He narrowed his eyes at them, as if able to glean something, holding this posture without moving.
After some time, Richard’s brows furrowed again, he bent down to write more Spells.
These Spells differed from those he had previously written, they were his original creations.
He created many, writing continuously, the area covered by Spell characters in the desert increased noticeably once more.
Increasing, increasing, increasing.
Until Richard finished writing all his created Spells, stopped for the fourth time, gazing at the characters deep in thought.
This time the thinking time was remarkably long, seeming to span years, decades, his immobile body nearly becoming a sculpture.
Until a very long time later, Richard’s brows rose subtly, disengaging from thinking, a trace of smile appeared on his face.
