The Record of Unusual Creatures

“The memory of the goddess of creation is the key to open the prison gate?” Even a person as steady as Y’zaks could not hide his astonishment. “So she ‘deleted’ her memory to permanently lock the prison?”

“Yes, exactly.” Asurmen’s voice was as flat as ever. “It was a last resort. You probably can’t imagine how powerful and weird the Mad Lord is. In fact, it’s almost impossible to completely eliminate it. The Mad Lord represents the origin of the universe and is the initial data of everything. It would be impossible to destroy the Mad Lord without also destroying the universe. So the goddess of creation could only strip its power and seal it permanently.”

Lily impatiently asked, “Why would she want to leave a key in the first place when she knew she would go through all the trouble to delete it?”

“Because it was unavoidable. The goddess of creation didn’t leave a key behind. After she completed the sealing, her memory became the key, a hidden danger, which the Mad Lord could use to get away.”

Hao Ren’s brows were knitted together as the knowledge he learned from Raven 12345 came to mind. “Is it because of the information entanglement of true gods?”

“It seems that you are truly the messenger of the true God. No ordinary person would have such knowledge.” Asurmen’s words were a confirmation of Hao Ren’s identity. “Yes, the memory of the goddess of creation became the power carrier of the Mad Lord. A true god’s influence on the world is so strong that even if she just remembers the name ‘Mad Lord,’ the shadow of the mad Lord will remain in the background radiation of the universe. In this case, her memory became the biggest vulnerability of the entire prison system. To eliminate this vulnerability, she could only ‘strip’ the memory from her mind.”

“I can’t believe it!” Hao Ren was astonished. “She won, but her power also became a stumbling block.”

What Hao Ren meant was that the goddess of creation had failed to control her power, but he did not say it out.

The MDT knew what was in Hao Ren’s mind. It sighed within their mind connection. “It’s a shame that she didn’t go to school.”

Hao Ren was dumbfounded.

“Who knows about this?” Vivian looked at the glow in the crystal. “As far as I know, the contemporary Guardian Giants and the First Borns know nothing about this matter. We did not find any clues about it in the other part of the universe.”

“The goddess of creation deleted all the clues. Even if she didn’t, the clues should have already faded away over the years. We are the only ones who know about this incident; the Denizens of the Stars retain a complete heritage of memory.”

Hao Ren nodded; he finally understood. The Denizens of the Stars were essentially a life form born from the remnant of the Mad Lord’s power. They not only lived in the order but are also inseparable from the Mad Lord. As a race connected to the Mad Lord since the beginning, they were the only insiders and keeper of secrets. The Denizens of the Stars had unique adaptability to anything concerning the Mad Lord. They were the jailers, sentinels, and memory bank.

The memory deletion of the goddess of creation could be seen as the dividing line between two periods in the Plane of Dreams, and the Denizens of the Stars were the witnesses. They had lived through three periods of the Plane of Dreams: the dark ages of the Mad Lord’s terrorizing rule; the introduction of Order to the universe until the deletion of the goddess’ memory; and the pastoral age of an awakened goddess of creation, who created lives until her death. The pastoral age was the best time in the Plane of Dreams, where lives were thriving, and the world was peaceful. But people had no idea of the darkness of the universe and the horror of the future.

Ignorance was bliss.

Perhaps now the world was in its fourth period, Hao Ren thought. The goddess of creation was dead, things were withering, and the shadow of the Mad Lord was looming as it planned to make a comeback. The future of this world was uncertain, turbulent, and shrouded in a fog of uneasiness. If Hao Ren failed, the history of the Plane of Dreams would end in this fourth stage.

“So, only the Denizens of the Stars know the truth of this history. Even the goddess of creation has forgotten those glorious eras.” Vivian had a weird expression on her face. “When she woke up on the Star of Creation, she had returned to her ‘childhood’, starting to create life, and explore the universe again, while you guys were hidden behind the scenes. Even if you met her again—”

“We pretended that we met her for the first time. Every Denizen of the Stars would not say the name of the Mad Lord.” Asurmen continued. “Since the sacred covenant was established, we accepted our mission. We stayed quietly in the darkness, remained silent and vigilant. This world already belongs to the mortal species. Our time has passed. For us, it has been a great relief to be able to watch this peaceful universe in silence.”

“But peace has been disturbed,” Hao Ren said with a frown. “So, the goddess of creation did not know about the prison of Collow? And she has forgotten about Lockmarton?”

“Collow is a forgotten corner, and it must be forgotten. Lockmarton carried too many painful memories of the goddess of creation and was the starting point of her entanglement with the Mad Lord. Since I was here, the goddess of creation had isolated this dimension with her divine power. After she erased her memory, no one could enter or leave the prison. But I could still connect with my own people through a gift to keep abreast of the changes in the outside world.”

“So you knew about the fall of the goddess of creation?” Hao Ren blinked. “You people were watching the whole incident and you did nothing… Oh, wait a second! It wasn’t an accident?”

The truth dawned on Vivian and Y’zaks who looked at each other with an incredible look on their faces. Others seemed to be in thought. Only Rollie drew a blank expression. She patted Hao Ren’s arm as she had lost her patience listening to the boring story. “Meow?”

“The memory of the goddess of creation was the biggest hidden danger, which Lockmarton could use to escape. Even though she had erased her memory, she could not make everything a fail-safe. There was no guarantee that other things of a true god would not become carriers, right?” Hao Ren looked at Vivian and the others with a frozen face. “The goddess of creation defeated the Mad Lord and sealed it. But she was the greatest existence that was connected to the Mad Lord. Just like two signal sources, once in contact, they would resonate with each other. The goddess felt that simply deleting her memory was not safe enough!”

“The safest way is to kill yourself.” Lily finally understood.

“The goddess of creation probably realized that her thoughts about the Mad Lord had begun to return, but she could do nothing about the inadequacy of the seal, so she could only choose to end her own life.”

“But then things are becoming confusing now.” Hao Ren said. “If the goddess of creation created her own assassination plan, what about the First Borns’ lost of control and the Guardian Giants? Did she ever think about this? Her Creation Engine was only half completed; was it her plan? The god killers attacked the divine realm, and when the goddess saw that they were going to succeed, she only began to send some Guardian Giants to activate the ‘lullaby’ for the First Borns. It fully shows that things have been entirely beyond her control. More importantly, if the goddess of creation really wanted to eliminate the possibility of the resurrection of Lockmarton by killing herself, she could have chosen a simpler method.”

Hao Ren was subtle in his words. But anyone who listened would understand what he meant. If the goddess of creation could have just committed suicide, she did not have to go through all the trouble, dragging the different races into the picture and causing the First Borns to carry out the extinction-level attacks.

The goddess of creation was not a cold-blooded deity who could bear to send her own child to death’s door judging from her words and deeds.

“I can’t answer most of your questions, but there are a few things I can tell you.” Asurmen’s voice was devoid of emotion no matter how emotional the other people were. “First, the goddess of creation did not participate directly in the deicidal plan. But she may have acquiesced and connived. Perhaps her purpose was to get herself killed in order to contain the Mad Lord. Second, the decay of the First Borns and the Guardian Giants was not in the goddess’ calculation. Unknowingly, the power of the Mad Lord had infiltrated her plan, causing the situation after the death of the goddess to deviate from the goddess’ plan. She did not discover it until the last moment, and only had the time to lay out some emergency measures to avoid complete extinction of civilizations. Third, it was not that the goddess of creation didn’t want to commit suicide, but she couldn’t actively kill herself.”

“She couldn’t actively kill herself?” Hao Ren repeated the phrase.

Some vague ideas materialized in Hao Ren’s mind.

The goddess could not arbitrarily deny herself.

Self-denial of the goddess would shake the law that regulated everything, and even the foundation of the universe.

The prison that held the Mad Lord was the largest divine thing the goddess of creation made. The self-denial of the goddess may have compromised this prison.

So she could only let others kill her.