Shrouded Seascape-Chapter 1064: God Charles

"The giant hat jellyfish is massive, measuring over a hundred meters in length. It is a great danger out at sea, but it is actually not a single jellyfish. The entity is actually a colony of jellyfish.

"Some jellyfish in the colony are responsible for feeding, while some handle movement. A group of organisms is actually living as if it were a single organism, yet remarkably, the group separates when it's time to reproduce.

"I mentioned them because I believe we can learn something from them."

One of the other Charleses then asked, "We can share our flesh, and even sharing our consciousness with each other isn't particularly difficult, but do you really think that will help us against 002 at the Core or against Fhtagn?

"Even if we join forces, we're still not their match."

"I never said anything about confronting Fhtagn. Can you let me finish?" Charles stared at the speaker with displeasure. Only after interacting with so many versions of himself did Charles realize how annoying he could be.

"Once a certain knowledge becomes too overwhelming for us to bear, we can share the burden equally," Charles said.

"A certain knowledge? What knowledge do we need to share?"

"I'm talking about the knowledge we'll obtain upon becoming gods. I believe that's the key to dealing with Fhtagn," Charles said, finally revealing the reason behind the meeting.

"What exactly are Charles' thoughts upon becoming a god? What are His objectives? I believe we should dissect a god version of us to obtain a full understanding of ourselves.

"I've been thinking and calculating many things lately, and I realized that the number of our contingency plans doesn't matter at all. Our chance of success still remains pitifully small.

"Avoiding the issue is meaningless—we must understand what will become of us once we're gods. If we want to survive, we must harness the power of a god. Of course, the knowledge contained within a god can instantly transform us into gods.

"To prevent that from happening, we need to divide the relevant knowledge into a myriad of portions, and each of us will take a portion to withstand. This way, the burden we have to withstand individually is greatly reduced.

"In addition, we can simply combine them all if needed.

Charles' proposal was extremely dangerous. At the moment, none of them had any idea how strong they were once they were a god. Attempting to capture and dissect a god version of themselves could—in the worst-case scenario—result in their complete annihilation.

Everyone before the long table was silent as they quietly weighed the pros and cons.

"I know this plan is dangerous, and that is exactly why I decided to bring it up today. The contingency plans we've come up with are almost ready, aren't they? In other words, this the only thing left for us to do."

"Let's cast our votes; the majority wins," Charles said, raising his hand before anyone else.

"I don't want to just wait for the end of the world. Perhaps dying with a heart full of hope and against another version of myself is a good thing. I agree with this plan," another Charles said, raising his steel hand.

"+1." Another Charles raised his hand.

One by one, hands were raised, and once more than half of the participants had raised their hands, Charles gently tapped the table. The table's surface instantly displayed scenes in different planes.

They could see the figures of the Charleses who had already become gods. Their appearances were largely similar; they appeared to be bizarre-looking meatballs floating in the sea.

These gods were covered all over with black soft scales, throbbing blood vessels, everted organs, writhing tentacles, and slightly ajar yellow eyeballs.

Since they all looked roughly the same, there wasn't much to choose from.

Soon, the long table depicted only one plane. It depicted the figure of the Charles who became a god upon probing Fhtagn.

"How do we even get there? All of our main bodies are blocking that entrance," someone suddenly raised a critical question. At the moment, none of them could move at all.

"We'll split ourselves," Charles said, tapping his head. "I tested it, and we only need a fifth of us to block that entrance. The remaining four-fifths can move elsewhere."

"Wouldn't that mean splitting our consciousness as well? Another Richard?" asked one of the Charleses.

Charles looked at him and asked back, "At this point, does that even matter?"

Having made their decision, the Charleses promptly split themselves. The columns of flesh that were functioning as a plug to the Core in each plane collapsed one after another.

However, a pool of flesh quickly sealed the entrance, functioning like a door to replace the massive flesh column.

In no time, everyone assembled in the plane of their target.

In the distant horizon, they saw multiple massive islands made out of flesh; they were so huge, and there were so many of them that one could easily mistake them for a continent.

God Charles was in the middle of the flesh continent.

Although He was surrounded, He seemed blissfully unaware of it as He floated motionlessly in the sea.

Meanwhile, the Charleses dared not be careless in the face of a god version of themselves. Their flesh began merging as they shared their consciousnesses with each other.

"Stay connected, but don't get too close. I'm sure you know what happens if you devour another version of yourself," Charles warned the others through their shared consciousness.

Soon, a massive sac of flesh spanning hundreds of kilometers stretched across the sea. The fusion of the Charleses distorted even space itself as spacetime rifts appeared intermittently around them.

Once fused, the Charleses took a moment to compose themselves. Then, they began moving. The colossal sac of flesh slowly enveloped the meatball ahead of them.

Dense, writhing flesh swept across the meatball as the Charleses attempted to take over the ball of flesh. However, something unexpected occurred just then—the writhing flesh couldn't detect anything tangible.

It was like the meatball was a mere illusion or projection.

In response, eyes proliferated across the sac of flesh as the Charleses observed the ball of flesh.

"This is just a mere image. Its true body lies deeper within the perspectives. Who here has learned to travel across perspectives from Tobba? Let's go and try a different perspective."

At Charles' command, they began shifting perspectives. God Charles looked different in every perspective, but there was one thing in common among them—none of them had a physical, tangible form.

His true body was still elsewhere.

As they shifted perspectives, they stumbled upon terrifying dark entities, radiant balls of light, and laughing winged entities. These entities were definitely dangerous, but in the face of the Charleses, the entities were the ones in danger.

Eventually, they reached the final perspective. The final perspective was too ambiguous to describe with human adjectives, but one thing was for sure—it was bright. The place was so bright that if there were human beings here, they would be able to see each other's organs through their skin.

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The Charles capable of traveling across perspectives warned, "Don't let your mind wander too much. This is an extremely bizarre place where your imagination can become reality."

However, none of them could afford to let their mind wander, and it was all because the scene before them left no room for any other thoughts except for astonishment.

The meatball that they had engulfed had become an eyeball—a yellow-brown eyeball. An eye stalk was sticking out beneath the eyeball, and the Charleses saw that it extended way beyond the flesh walls around them.

"Wait, flesh walls?" Eyes instantly proliferated across the sac of flesh, allowing them to see writhing walls made of flesh all around them. Somehow, the tables had turned, and they were now surrounded.

However, the scene confused Charles. More specifically, the yellow eyeballs scattered across the flesh walls dumbfounded him. Those eyes—they were extremely familiar.

After a quick search through his memories, Charles finally remembered those eyes. He had seen those eyes upon arriving here, and they were Edikth's eyes.

In other words, God Charles was Edikth!

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Surprise! It's finally revealed! Charles = Edikth!