Chapter 292: Betting With A God
Fang Mu gently shook his head, “The Toad God’s matter has already been resolved, you no longer need to worry about Him actively attacking humans again.”
Knowing that Fang Mu still unwilling to elaborate on his experience under the cave, An Fang sighed in some disappointment, her voice turning a bit cold, “Fang Sen, the mystery on your body hasn’t been resolved yet, you will always be under our supervision.”
Fang Mu didn’t speak, just nodded slightly, roughly shoveled a few mouthfuls of food, then gulped down a glass of clear water, sending the food into his stomach, and then lay back on the hospital bed facing away from An Fang again.
Who can lock up time? Fang Mu thought silently in his heart, closing his eyes until he heard the sound of An Fang locking the door as she left the hospital room, then he sat up from the bed again, leaning against the cold wall, looking toward the window, perhaps looking at the scenery, or perhaps looking at himself in the window’s reflection.
“The only thing we can change is ourselves.” Fang Mu repeated that sentence he left for himself in his heart.
Whenever he tried to change the course of history, such as in his previous life when he wanted to sever the relationship between An Qin and himself, prevent the flood from harming the people, etc., the Lord of All Things would always appear in time to stop his behavior of changing the course of history and correct it.
If the Lord of All Things feared changing history, He could simply erase a special existence like himself and create an obedient “Fang Mu,” he believed such a being had that ability, but He didn’t do so, instead allowing a special existence like himself to persist.
At this time, he remembered that sentence he left for himself.
Could the meaning of this sentence be that throughout the entire river of history in which he traversed, he could only make changes to himself, but could not directly change the fates of others in history?
To test the authenticity of this point, when Fang Mu encountered the Toad God under the cave that day, he made a bold bet.
The Toad God, as an individual also cursed by the Lord of All Things just like him, and at the same time, He was a deity whose powers were knowledge, wealth, and sleep, His wisdom might not compare to the omniscient Lord of All Things, but He certainly knew far more than a human like himself.
When he threatened the Toad God by saying he would continuously traverse by means of suicide in the future to evade His pursuit, if this threat didn’t work, He wouldn’t have let him go like that, and even agreed to his transaction.
Just this wasn’t enough for Fang Mu, so after retrieving the nail hammer, he resolutely conducted an experiment on himself!
His next life was “Fang Peng,” a soldier with a strong body and seasoned in a hundred battles; if the Lord of All Things really only allowed him to make changes to himself, then why not try to prevent himself from becoming a robust warrior?
So when preparing to open the nasal cavity, he temporarily changed his mind and opened the oral cavity instead.
Once the oral cavity opened, as Fang Mu expected, his senses became disordered again, and the anomalous sensory ability went out of control once more.
His mouth could no longer taste normal flavors, and he could clearly feel that this was no longer like before, where he could control hearing and vision through training; this was completely uncontrollable.
No one knew what the Lord of All Things’ taste organs were like; perhaps a being like Him had no need for ingestion at all, He had no need for taste organs, or maybe His taste organs far exceeded normal cognition, complex beyond human understanding, but in any case, this ultimately caused Fang Mu’s sense of taste to drastically change; he could no longer taste human food, though his body could still accept the ingested food and digest and absorb it, but the “gateway” for ingestion, his mouth, was rejecting this “lowly food.”
Unable to eat normally, Fang Mu’s body deteriorated accordingly, and at the same time, sharing senses with the Lord of All Things also caused other changes in his body; his daily metabolism had noticeably accelerated, nearly twice that of a normal human, perhaps due to the energy consumption from super senses.
High energy consumption, low intake—his body would only get worse and worse; he could no longer become a robust warrior capable of heroic combat on the battlefield.
“Let me verify it in the most foolish way, whether this sentence is true, or if everything is still under Your control.” Fang Mu murmured softly; he believed the Lord of All Things in the ultimate abyss beyond spacetime could hear his words.
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Three days later, Fang Mu was discharged from the hospital. Although he forced himself to eat during these days to maintain basic energy intake, his body was visibly emaciated, with his weight dropping sharply each day.
After being picked up from the hospital, Fang Mu was somewhat surprised not to be imprisoned, but instead arranged by An Fang’s side; he seemed to become a team member in An Fang’s team, living and acting with them, even being required to do some odd jobs.
“I can’t tell if you’re overconfident or really not afraid of me causing trouble, actually letting me help with this.” Due to his physical condition, Fang Mu could no longer do heavy physical labor; what he usually did was just help An Fang with some approval documents and such, but looking at the content of those files, he didn’t dare say all of them were, but at least over sixty percent were important secrets.
An Fang sneered and said, “Do you think you still have a chance to escape?”
“I don’t need to escape, and I won’t escape.” Fang Mu shook his head repeatedly; he had no need to escape at all—just wait to die, and moreover, he was eager to absorb more knowledge related to anomalies.
Hearing Fang Mu’s words, An Fang snorted lightly, figuring the other party didn’t have the guts; she glanced at the forbidden books on Fang Mu’s desk, borrowed from the “forbidden book repository” in her name, and just skimming the text on the covers a few times, her facial expression uncontrollably twitched a few times.
Three books, all forbidden books that would distort a normal person’s worldview upon reading.
For them normal people to read these books, they had to follow the table of contents, reading the content in a targeted manner to reduce the risk of mental instability and cognitive distortion.
Yet this outsider Fang Mu read the entire content like a novel, savoring and understanding it slowly, with no signs of losing control.
For this situation to occur, there were only two possibilities: one was that Fang Mu was a talented individual with extremely high acceptance of anomalous distortions; the other was that Fang Mu was already a madman whose cognition was long distorted, but of the rational madman type—he could find his own logic in madness, and until his perceived “logic” collapsed, he could maintain the state of a “normal person.”
An Fang and the other Mysterious Group members all agreed that Fang Mu belonged to the latter.
