Chapter 1407: Chapter 552: Demon God Faction (Part 2)

A mad silhouette surrounded by lightning and rainbows appeared:

"Saint Chaos, the most radical practitioner of ’Apocalypse’ thought!

This guy thinks merely foreseeing and calculating the mysteries of time and space is too boring, it’s only fun when you get involved personally."

The tone of the words became extremely vivid:

"His life creed is:

’A dead pool-like thick soup is far less interesting than pouring in a bottle of explosive hot pepper sauce! Let’s see what new species can ’evolve’!’

He is enthusiastic about using ’Chaos’ and ’Crisis’ as catalysts, specializing in accelerating the ’death’ of the old and the ’birth’ of the new.

In his view, gradualism like boiling frogs in warm water is too slow, throwing frogs into the evolution pool to see if they might mutate into Dragon Species - now that’s efficiency!"

"..........."

After introducing the representatives of these two "kitchens", the page-turning came to a halt.

A sense of expectant silence pervaded the air, as if the most exciting part was about to arrive.

The tone of the words became immensely proud and smug:

"Well then, my sharp-eyed little reader, you must be wondering:

Which kitchen does my great master Saint Hector belong to?

Is he the perfectionist engineer of the ’Creator’ side, or the chaos catalyst expert under ’Apocalypse’?"

A mischievous, gleaming smiley face symbol suddenly appeared on the page:

"The answer is: neither!"

"My master is the picky critic standing outside the two kitchens!

He doesn’t care how ’perfect’ a ’house’ is built, nor does he care when the ’house’ might collapse in the most spectacular manner.

All he cares about is reminding everyone inside the house: ’Dear ones, this is just a house! This is just a play!’

The words began to dance wildly on the page:

When the ’Creator’ faction was in their sterile labs, measuring the trajectories of particles with microscopes...

My master might sneak in and quietly swap their formulas with a grinning goofy face icon!

Then hide in the corner and admire the brilliant expressions of those ’perfectionists’ realizing their ’truth’ had become a joke!"

"And when the ’Apocalypse’ disciples at the ends of the universe were chanting solemn epics about ultimate destruction and rebirth...

My master might suddenly leap out from the void and accompany their mournful poems with absurd sound effects like ’puff puff puff ~ quack quack quack ~’

Dragging those philosophers immersed in ’destiny’ back to the absurd level of reality!"

The revelry of the words reached a climax, almost jumping off the page:

You must understand, my master’s ’absurdity’ is by no means simple mischief!

It is structural, playful, and it’s the ’meta-joke’ above both order and chaos!

His power essence is to question all ’answers’, to mock all ’truth’!"

As the emotion calmed, the tone of the words became deeper:

Sometimes, he would adhere to the rules more strictly than the ’order faction’.

Only to draw the most absurd conclusion at the most critical moment, using the most logical reasoning method.

Then prove to everyone: Look, even your most sacred ’logic’ can lead to the most hilarious ’absurdity’!"

Sometimes, he would be more chaotic than the ’chaos faction’.

Only to let those intoxicated with the beauty of ’transformation’ clearly see:

Pure, meaningless ’randomness’ is the most real, most ruthless backdrop of the universe!

Your so-called ’evolution’ and ’catalysis’? Hmph, it’s just a fancy coat wrapped around ’meaninglessness’!"

He sometimes follows the rules, sometimes breaks them. Sometimes plays the sage, sometimes pretends to be crazy.

Entirely depending on his mood today, and... which side seems to have more ’dramatic effect’."

Finally, the ’Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide’ concluded this ’Great History Lesson’ with a line of dazzling, golden text:

So, my dear little reader.

You’ve now got the ’Artisan Maze Introductory Key’ from the chief disciple of the ’order faction’ in your left hand, and holding my master’s ’Mischief Manual’ as the ’universal critic’ in your right hand.

Are you prepared to be a diligent construction worker, helping build more perfect houses for the universe?

Or ready to act as an impromptu actor in this great play called ’reality’, always prepared to give the stars a surprise (or fright)?

The golden light shone exceptionally bright at this moment:

Think carefully, child.

After all, being able to get backstage access passes to several ’kitchens’ and win the favor of the most picky ’food critic’...

You’re the first of this era!"

When the ’Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide’ closed its final page and the room returned to silence, Ron remained immersed in the shock of the information just absorbed.

He slowly leaned back against the chair, gazing at the ceiling, letting his thoughts surge like tides.

Two kitchens, one critic...

He repeatedly chewed over this metaphor in his heart.

The ’order’ pursued by the Creator faction, the ’evolution’ revered by the Apocalypse disciples, and the ’playfulness’ of the King of Absurdity.

This is not just three different stances but three fundamentally different ’power essences’.

And now I...

Ron’s gaze fell on the fractal crystal beacon on the table.

It continued its never-ending self-reconstruction, with internal light points colliding, converging, separating like Star Dust...

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