Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 33 The Philosopher King

Liang Jiu originally planned to just pocket the core and leave.

But before he could even activate his divine power, a warm sensation came from his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the divine power around him was absorbed by the core in strands.

This little thing is secretly draining his divine power.

Do you want to use my divine power to forcibly activate yourself?

Liang Jiu raised an eyebrow, but didn't let go. He let it absorb a little, and then brought up the control panel.

A few lines of information appeared before my eyes.

[Name: Intelligent Processor, Number: Stinger Bee 12]

[Description: A smart chip powered by divine power, possessing a certain level of intelligence; perhaps it can be used for coding?]

It's just a processor, but it doesn't seem to have a very high level of intelligence.

As the processor in my hand absorbed enough power to start, a faint blue light flashed across its surface. A small virtual screen lit up on the originally black casing.

Seemingly sensing the change in the divine power outside,

The screen flickered a few times after the new owner appeared, and then a line of text slowly popped up:

"Hello World!"

Well, it's still using a programming language.

Liang Jiu examined the gadget in his hand, somewhat surprised.

I never would have guessed that such a small piece of disassembled parts could have such basic conscious feedback.

It was an unexpected surprise.

Moreover, it comes with its own system. Once the foundation of one's own divine realm is solidified, it can be directly modified and expanded on this basis, and the difficulty should not be too great.

Although it was a shortcut, it was still much better than starting from scratch and figuring out how to operate the system.

"Now that you're mine, I'll give you a name, Jane, what do you say?"

"Jian?"

Seeing the processor respond so quickly, Liang Jiu took it as a sign that it had agreed.

Divine power flowed around him, and he disappeared into thin air with the processor.

……

in the hall.

Xin Zang craned his neck and stared at the unremarkable Buddha face for a long time.

My eyes are sore from looking at it.

I couldn't see anything, except for the indistinct Buddhist scriptures in my ears.

Despite all the wonders, a stone is still just a stone, and a Buddha statue is still just a Buddha statue. If it weren't for the divine guidance that specifically pointed this place...

He also thought it was just a large clay puppet.

At his feet, the old abbot had slumped onto the bluestone bricks, seemingly having seen something in the Buddha statue.

His forehead was pounding on the ground, his lips were white and trembling, and he kept repeating the same old cliché of begging Buddha for forgiveness. He was buzzing around like a fly that he couldn't get rid of.

Huizhen, who was not far away, was in no better shape. The fat monk scratched his bald head and circled the lotus base twice, completely bewildered.

Clearly, the Buddha statues they saw were not the same. Perhaps due to his faith, he was unable to perceive the profound mystery of the Buddha statues.

Since we can't see through it with the naked eye of ordinary people, let's change our perspective.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Deep within his chest, that extraordinary "heart fire" began to flicker silently.

【Heartfire】originates from the glory of receiving the torch that his father risked his life for, and was born under the stimulation of the magic spring. It has the innate quality of being able to resonate with people's hearts.

Xin Cang held his breath, drawing out the burning heat of his heart.

It rushed upwards along with the blood, forcing its way into my eyes.

Open your eyes again.

The dim light in the main hall vanished instantly.

The world before my eyes has been completely turned upside down.

The original giant stone Buddha was gone, replaced by a dazzling, enormous halo.

Countless dense points of light, like a swarm of bees, lie dormant inside the Buddha statue, representing the afterimages of millions of burning souls.

Those lines extending from the Buddha statue.

Hundreds and thousands of translucent golden fire lines pierced through the thick walls of the main hall without any hindrance, spreading wildly in all directions.

Xin Zang followed those lines.

He felt as if he saw not only the kobold abbot kneeling beside him, but also the kobold laborers carrying sacks in the market, and even many faded and broken remnants of silk threads, belonging to some skeleton from hundreds of years ago.

It transcends bricks and stones, and even transcends time.

All faith, reverence, greed, and supplication flowed along these lines, continuously converging upon this clay puppet.

At the very moment when the perception of [Heart Fire] intersected with this vast network.

With a loud "boom".

Those jumbled thoughts flowing along the golden thread seemed to have suddenly found a gap.

Thousands of voices overlapped, forming a torrent that, guided by the fire of the heart, forcefully instilled the understanding of "Buddha" held by generations of kobold believers into Xinzang's mind.

The moment the torrent of emotions flooded his mind, Xin Zang felt as if his skull was about to be ripped open.

Thousands of voices are arguing in my head.

Some people prayed for rain, some cursed, and others chanted dry scriptures over and over again.

A jumble of chaotic thoughts swirled together, my mind felt like a pot of mushy porridge that I was about to vomit.

"What is Buddha?"

Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by the chaos, a voice rang in his ears.

Like a great bell.

"A stone statue can be a Buddha, a kobold can be a Buddha. So why don't you, Xinzang, try being a Buddha?"

Xin Zang suddenly bit his tongue.

The taste of blood spread in my mouth, and the stinging pain kept me barely conscious.

Become a Buddha?

Why would he want to become a Buddha? He didn't even really understand what a Buddha was.

But following that faint connection, he clearly felt the expectations of the gods. The gods were pushing him forward.

Xin Zang gritted his teeth, enduring the throbbing pain in his head.

clam down.

He then realized what he needed to gain from these myriad thoughts.

Thousands of years have passed, and a race is about to rise in the realm of the gods. The joy of life, the fear of death, the crushing of desires, the establishment and collapse of order... Mortals are too fragile in the face of the impermanence of this world.

Each prostration, each verse of scripture, peeling back the layers of gold leaf reveals the experiences this race has gained in their struggle against death and nothingness.

Having figured this out, Shinzo stopped stubbornly resisting.

He immersed his consciousness in that chaotic ocean, like a seasoned gold prospector, sifting through the mud and sand for anything useful to him.

His mind had never been so sharp; the moment those previously obscure fragments were touched upon,

It automatically disassembles itself in his mind, offering him choices.

But in a higher dimension that is inaccessible to ordinary people.

Liang Jiu was playing with the newly acquired intelligent core when he separated a wisp of divine power and silently placed it over Xin Cang's consciousness.

The human mind cannot contain thousands of years of garbage.

If he were to accept everything, this kid would immediately turn into a mentally unstable madman.

Divine power acts as an invisible filter, keeping out the toxins of fanatical faith and unhealthy emotions, leaving only the purest knowledge, logic, and deduction.

Seeing that Xin Zang below was gradually getting used to it, Liang Jiu casually glanced at the panel.

My gaze moved past the basic data and landed on a newly appeared keyword.

[Trait: Philosopher King 14%]