Clown Game
Chapter 296 - 283 Angel

Chapter 296: Chapter 283 Angel

I saw this world...

Wonderful, filthy, irrational, fascinating.

It was like a Creator’s junkyard where higher-dimensional consciousnesses temporarily concocted some rules and other strange devices, or just momentary thoughts, useful, useless, failed, discarded, forgotten—anyway, they just recklessly tossed them here.

Then, all these things, unwilling to be quiet, stirred restlessly, began to merge, to interact; they attracted each other and assimilated each other; and eventually, they fitted together perfectly, self-justified!

Just like this, this world gave birth to itself.

This is a world full of miracles.

Here

there is an invisible bond between molecules, which they call... force.

Here

all things are twisting and changing in a predetermined direction, which they call... time.

Here

everything carries its own light and heat, which they call... energy.

Here

there are they

...

...

This is the ultimate manifestation of all miracles.

This world has nurtured a most astonishing and terrifying byproduct, which they named... life.

No,

in fact, they soon eliminated all other similar entities and selfishly called themselves... humans!

I know, it sounds somewhat ludicrous, but it seems on this azure planet, "humans" have become the masters of everything.

They are indeed ignorant, indeed insignificant, but they have ventured far in a self-deceptive theoretical journey.

They call it... science!

And they foolishly use this pretentious tool to speculate about higher existences.

Utterly arrogant!

Yet... things beyond reality often seem implausibly unreal... thus, one day, they indeed gained that power!

Immensely powerful!

To put it in their own understanding, it’s like a mentally unsound infant holding the button that destroys everything.

And they don’t even know what "destroying everything" means.

Finally

they pressed the button

...

The world changed, collapsed, disintegrated, gradually fell apart. The rules they believed in were distorted, incomprehensible phenomena emerged endlessly, and they, these "humans," still tried hard to cover up their own crimes.

Ridiculous.

And utterly helpless.

...

Is there any other life in this world with deeper meaning?

How many unknown modes of intelligence are there?

I can’t speculate.

Because I did not have the opportunity to explore,

in order to make up for their actions, they pulled me down to this world, presenting me in front of humans in a form they could comprehend:

Tall, stunningly beautiful, naked, with abundant wings.

In their fabricated story, I have a beautiful name—Angel.

So, I suppose I am an Angel!

Although this name seems to represent hope, sanctity, or some other implication not quite fitting with me.

But I accepted it, because compared to those two ambitiously ruthless guys, I indeed seemed much gentler.

...

I am very quiet, I don’t kill, don’t destroy, don’t deceive, don’t mock.

They think I have no malice.

But actually, I am just studying them and their area of expertise, just as they are studying me.

I am not confused.

And because of that... I survived till the end.

Not like that guy who only knew how to laugh wildly; he was too reckless and in less than two days, he made those people realize that he could not be controlled!

So, those people killed him... extracted his soul, preserved his body, found an immensely strong cage, and finally, they imprisoned that smoking guy in the same way, assigning him as the second line of defence to guard the other.

No choice, he was the most troublesome, after all.

And I... continue

to be quiet

to comply

to wait

After imprisoning those two guys, the victory made everyone cheer and swell with pride, the arrogant seeds took root and sprouted, and finally, they were about to make their move against me!

Humans are indeed like this...

They killed me

my body

but they can never find my soul again.

I... escaped!

Using a knowledge force closer to the essence of all things,

not science.

Oh, by the way, I also stole a pen.

From an old woman.

Afterward, I created a space of my own, small but very hidden.

I hid there.

Avoiding those people.

But my power was dissipating. I don’t belong here, just as a puddle of water doesn’t belong on land; if it doesn’t want to scatter and evaporate, it must be enclosed by a container...

A bottle

So, I had to have a vessel.

...

I began to search for bodies that resembled my original form. I dragged them in, killed them, possessed them, used them.

Just as humans treat all other creatures.

But these bottles... they are far too fragile.

After death, they begin to rot, decay, breed maggots.

Even though I tried to protect them, they eventually became useless.

Finally, after changing countless bodies, I found one not so fragile.

An ordinary, yet extraordinary girl.

A born knower!

It seemed she had some interaction with the consciousness of this world...

So from her birth, she began to worry, to be anxious, to despair, leading to her being ostracized from her group.

Of course, she didn’t know that what she was feeling was the emotions of this world.

Such beings had appeared in the distant past,

and people had different names for them based on various contexts.

Saint Heir

Demon

Savior

War Maniac

...

In any case, each of these individuals would inherit some will of the world to change it.

So, I prefer to call them

Angel Envoy.

So... I didn’t kill her.

At the same time, I entrusted that pen to her.

Just as it was said at the time

If there really is such a person needed to change the world.

She is much more suitable than I am.

After all, I don’t belong here.

...

So, I will still do what I ought to do.

For example, quickly finding those two guys who were sealed away.

Or rather, finding the person who was used as a prison.

But luckily, with that young girl’s help... this isn’t challenging.

She said within the Foundation, there was someone she trusted deeply.

All that was needed was to forge a mission and lure that prison into the entrance of the space I created.

So where should I place the spatial entrance?

Perhaps in the apartment building on Shell Street in City K...

She said this to me

and I naturally agreed with her happily

and he indeed came

Right

He, that prison... is called Chen Xiao.

She, that Angel Envoy... is called Mujin.