Chapter 200: Master Rast of Infinite Box Stacking (Two-in-One)
Chapter 200: Master of Infinite Box Stacking—Rast (Two-in-One)
The Cult Leader had fantasized countless times about his own demise.
Perhaps during the ritual, he would be discovered by a noble councilor named Talis, who coveted the Lord’s token, and would fight to the d*ath against the police lackeys under him, ultimately exhausting himself to d*ath.
Or perhaps, after successfully completing the bl**d sacrifice ritual, he would gloriously dedicate himself as the vessel for the lord’s descent into the mortal realm…
But no matter which ending, he would undoubtedly d*e on the path of fulfilling the Lord’s will, dying for the incomparably noble goal of letting the Lord’s glory return to the world.
But what is this ridiculous situation now?
“You say I’m a fake leader… a thief who stole the Lord’s sacred object, who uses the Lord’s name to deceive for his own selfish desires?”
The Cult Leader felt like he was about to burst with anger.
He pointed at Rast, who was surrounded by numerous believers not far away: “And this guy, someone I caught from some corner, imprisoned in the dungeon as a material for the bl**d sacrifice, is supposedly the true favored one of the Lord?”
“This kind of trash has the qualification to receive the Lord’s divine enlightenment?”
“Despicable! You, a fraud who has stolen the Lord’s token and uses the Lord’s name to swindle, how dare you speak to the favored one!”
The cultist named Aiz rudely interrupted the leader’s words, raising the shotgun he had cocked. Even the other cultists had unfriendly expressions as they reached for their g*n handles beneath their wide robes.
Clearly, if the Cult Leader continued to show disrespect to the favored one, they were ready to use their “truth” to open the leader’s mind.
“If it weren’t for the favored one worrying about the Lord’s token getting damaged in a gunfight, he wouldn’t hesitate to use force. You would have been shot to pieces long ago; how could you still stand here safely?”
“Calm down.”
Rast stepped forward, patting Aiz on the shoulder.
“God loves the world and does not wish to see His faithful believers, who are of the same kind, seduced by a fraud’s slander, leading to violence and self-inflicted harm.”
“And truth has never feared debate; it only becomes clearer through argument.”
He walked to the boundary between the clearly divided factions of believers, looking at the Cult Leader, whose expression was wary, gripping the g*n handle along with several personal guards.
Although Rast had used the information advantage accumulated over three hundred years of reincarnation to deceive a large number of cultists, making them truly believe in his identity as the favored one of the Evil God,
After all, the opponent was also the leader of a faction, and there would inevitably be a few d*e-hard loyalists.
If Rast were given enough time, he could find a way to break through even the most stubborn loyalists… but at this moment, the deadline for the “Deep Blue Harbor Fast-Track Challenge” was less than 24 hours away. Time was limited, and Rast could not waste it all on subversion.
So this time, Rast planned to use a more straightforward and brutal method to complete the fast track.
An idea that had only existed in true historical echoes as a hypothesis, but at this moment, was being put into practice by Rast.
“According to your own words, you and I are both favored ones of the Lord, right?”
Rast looked down at the Cult Leader, his gaze filled with compassion.
“Of course, I used to be an ordinary fisherman living by catching fish—”
“If not for an accidental acquisition of the Lord’s sacred object during a fishing trip, and thus receiving the Lord’s divine revelation, how could I become the Lord’s favored one?”
“In the divine revelation I received, there was no presence of a colleague like you!”
The Cult Leader looked at Rast, feeling a sense of discomfort all over.
Clearly, he was the genuine favored one of the Lord, but the black-haired young man’s gaze felt as if he were a pastor listening compassionately to believers’ confessions in a confession booth.
“From beginning to end, you have never received a revelation from the Lord. How could you possibly know of my existence?”
Rast smiled slightly: “But these matters can be discussed later.”
“Since you also claim to be a favored one of the Lord, then I will ask you a question—”
“What is the Lord to you?”
Hearing Rast’s words, the Cult Leader was momentarily taken aback, but then his expression grew stern.
As the head of a cult, this was his professional domain: “The Lord is the embodiment of dusk, and the symbol of the bright silver moon in the night sky.”
“Anywhere that is bathed in moonlight is the divine kingdom graced by the Lord.”
“Only those who sincerely believe in Our Lord can enter the eternally peaceful silver moonland after d*ath.”
…
Night World, the modern city of the Sixth Epoch.
Bang!
Mr. Silver slammed the half-empty can onto the table.
“Why is this Cult Leader such a bad guy!”
He looked at the live broadcast screen, which was displaying the live stream in real-time, unable to contain his frustration.
“Goddamn ’embodiment of the moon’, by this old idiot’s statement, has my ‘moon’ sequence also become a lapdog for this glowing evil god?”
“Why didn’t I know I have such a boss over me?”
“Young Rast, go, take him down!”
His fluffy tail stood up in anger, and the originally lazy demeanor vanished, as he genuinely began to cheer for Rast for the first time.
In the live broadcast.
The Cult Leader had stirred up fervor for a long time before stopping.
He looked at the back of the believer’s face, full of fanaticism due to his rhetoric, and glanced at the slightly wavering cultists behind Rast, revealing a pleased expression.
However, facing the Cult Leader’s grandiose speech, Rast merely smiled.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“I originally thought that a leader of a cult, even if a fraud who climbed to power through deception, would at least have some perspective.”
“Now it seems I was overly concerned.”
His previous sympathetic expression vanished, replaced by a subtle anger: “Perhaps in your eyes, those words were a praise of the Lord.”
“But in reality, it is clearly a slander, a desecration of the Lord’s majesty.”
Rast spoke slowly: “The silver moon in the night sky appears bright, but in fact, it is merely a plain and ordinary massive rock formed by rocks and gravel, no larger than a quarter of the planet we inhabit.”
“Moreover, no matter how large the moon is, it cannot emit light on its own—it is the sunlight that shines upon the moon’s surface and is refracted that makes the moon appear bright.”
“And if the sun did not exist, then so-called moon would merely be a dim massive rock.”
“So, are you suggesting that your Lord is actually the master of the sun, the embodiment of the dazzling day?” questioned the Cult Leader.
“No, that is not the case.”
Rast shook his head: “The moon and the sun are merely celestial bodies within their solar system.”
“They may seem glorious and radiant, but their influence is merely limited to a single solar system. Once removed from the existence of this solar system, they are nothing but the most ordinary entities in the vast universe.”
“The sun we know, its stellar system is actually located in the spiral arm of a larger galaxy known as the Milky Way, comprised of billions of stars similar to the sun, forming the vast Milky Way.”
“And a galaxy like the Milky Way that contains billions of sun-like stars also requires over thirty more, including the Andromeda Galaxy, the Large Magellanic Cloud, and the Small Magellanic Cloud, to form this galactic cluster.”
“And this galactic cluster is merely a part of the Virgo Supercluster, made up of over fifty different galaxy clusters and galaxy groups that construct this supercluster.”
“I…”
The Cult Leader opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a word.
And Rast’s discourse continued: “And beyond this supercluster, there is a larger supercluster known as Laniakea, which contains nearly five hundred superclusters and groups similar to the Virgo Supercluster.”
“And the Laniakea supercluster is merely part of the observable universe; beyond the observable universe, there exists an infinite vast cosmic expanse—light from there has yet to reach the planet we inhabit and remains unobservable.”
“Thus, we are unaware of any galaxies beyond the observable universe.”
“You…” the Cult Leader opened his mouth, “so, the Lord you believe in created the entire universe, including both the observable and unobservable universe?”
“Absurd!”
Rast’s expression shifted from compassion to anger again: “How could my Lord be the shortsighted existence you describe, caring about such trivial matters as those that are no different from ants?”
“Everything I have described, whether galaxies or superclusters… even the entire observable universe, is but the cycle of a small world.”
“Even if the universe we inhabit is completely destroyed, my Lord would not care, for it is merely a small world.”
“This kind of small world is called a small thousand worlds.”
“Every three thousand small thousand worlds make up a middle thousand world, and every three thousand middle thousand worlds make up a large thousand world.”
“Large thousand worlds?”
The Cult Leader stared blankly at the black-haired young man in front of him.
His brain was racing to understand the other’s logic and to find logical flaws in the arguments and attack the weaknesses.
After all, this was a debate regarding their respective beliefs in the Lord; regardless of anything, as the head of the cult, he could not afford to lose.
However, the Cult Leader found that even merely trying to align with Rast’s rhythm of narrative and attempt to understand his thoughts and logic was slowing his mind down significantly.
This layered, infinitely stacked structure—if he had never tried to understand from the start, it would have been one thing, just listening to an unintelligible book.
But once he tried to comprehend, every layer of structure and nesting would slow his thought process exponentially, and soon he found he could no longer keep up with this heretic’s thinking.
To put it plainly—his CPU was fried.
“Do you know the Mithro River?”
Suddenly, Rast’s voice rang in the Cult Leader’s ear.
“Mithro River.”
This term seemed like a lifesaver, quickly snatched by the Cult Leader.
Different from the abstract terms like “galaxy,” “supercluster,” “galaxy group,” “observable universe,” small thousand worlds, middle thousand worlds, large thousand worlds… which would cause his brain to crash if he tried to think about them.
Mithro River was a term the Cult Leader could understand.
“Of course, I know, the Mithro River is the widest river in the entire West Continent, nearly crossing the entire human realm of the West Continent until it flows into the sea.”
We can say that human civilization in the West Continent gradually developed alongside the Mithro River, and the river’s mouth is near Deep Blue Harbor.
As a former fisherman, the Cult Leader was quite familiar with this.
And with this accessible term liked by the public, the Cult Leader finally freed himself from the vortex of various galaxies and superclusters’ stacked structures and regained a sense of self.
“Well.”
Rast nodded: “Then do you know how many grains of sand are in the entire Mithro River?”
How many grains of sand are in the entire Mithro River?
The Cult Leader was stunned again.
This question had never crossed his mind—hundreds of thousands of grains, millions… no, it seems far more than that, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions?
“What I just mentioned, that number of ‘large thousand worlds’, is as numerous as the grains of sand in the Mithro River.”
“And the ‘Unquantifiable Lands’ containing the grains of sand of Mithro River are created by my Lord.”
Rast’s voice once again became reverent: “He is the Lord who creates everything, also the omniscient and omnipotent God of Gods, the source of all greatness.”
“He is One, yet He is All; He is the Beginning and the End.”
“He is higher than the starry sky, older than the radiant sun, is the moment, yet is also eternity.”
“He is the point of origin and the endpoint of all things; all beings in the world will eventually return to His embrace.”
His gaze was clear: “We walk this world as if walking in His kingdom.”
“The Lord I believe in is such a great existence.”
“Those like you who have never basked in the Lord’s glory, even if you exhaust all your effort to fantasize—”
“With your impoverished knowledge and intellect, the extravagant praise you come up with can never even reach a fraction of my Lord’s true majesty.”
“You have never believed in my Lord, so you see Him like a frog in a well looking at the moon.”
“And if you were to believe in my Lord, you would see Him like a mayfly looking up at the vast sky.”
Rast looked down at the dazed Cult Leader, his expression solemn, filled with authority.
“How could shallow fools like you dare to call yourselves the Lord’s favored ones!”
(End of Chapter)
