Not A God

Chapter 109

"No! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!!!"

Machine shuddered, curled up in a pale, green-veined palm.

"You can't eat me!!!"

It was covered in prickly balls of tentacles that glowed a ghostly blue halo at frequent intervals due to overwhelming fear. Machine kept speaking in the magnetic voice of a young human male, with vocal agitation. It was on the verge of collapse as it looked at the dark-haired youth who looked down at it from the shadowy room.

In this dull, lightless room, the youth holding itself in its hands across the room was too large and itself too small, and the huge gap in strength made its despair. It could only use the memories it had received from Kundemin as a lifeline, and desperately repeated the words: "Yes! You can't eat me! You can't!"

Zen, who was about to swallow the food in his hand, stopped moving.

Zen blinked and held Machine up to his eyes with interest.

"Why can't you?" He seemed to question it and seemed to mumble something to himself.

Zen was a little curious as to where this reserve food got its confidence from, seeming to think that this would make a hungry Zen give up his meal. Machine was almost dazed with fright, its eyes meeting the myriad eyes on the ancient God's face as a chaotic cacophony of information fragments instantly crowded and exploded its data processing core. So Machine naturally had no answer to Zen's question. And Zen didn't need its answer either.

The ancient God with its dark pupils half-lowered its eyelids, its gaze faintly sweeping over its memories.

A scene, all of it, came to life

Among them, one particular image caught Zen's attention.

It was a memory that Machine had read from a human named Kundemin. A blurred painting of an amorphous God sitting on a divine throne, hidden from view in the temple of the ancient God.

Zen looked at the image, his eyes fluttered, and he muttered, "Me?"

Zen recognised the God in the painting as Himself.

Curious by this discovery, Zen reached out and touched the light grey memory in front of him.

Making contact with the memory of himself. 

In an instant, invisible vibrations travelled from Zen's surroundings all the way to the outside world, and in the blink of an eye, the entire far star was surrounded by vibrations.

Indeed, a silent tremor was transmitted throughout the entire universe.

None of the beings on the ground was aware of it, except for the Far Star, which sensed it and shuddered a little.

In the heart of the Federation, Kundemin sat in his office with a sudden palpitation in his heart. Before he could react, he was shocked to find his memories rapidly changing. Kundemin was shocked, especially those memories of God, which were changing rapidly, as if someone had travelled through time and space, changing the future in the past.

Due to the speed of the changes, Kundemin was unable to tell exactly which parts were changed, and could only get a general feeling that they were parts related to the ancient God.

Wait, the memories of the ancient God had all changed...so the person who was modifying the past was? 

Kundemin realised something with a jolt.

His face went pale and his fingers trembled, too late to think about it, only to try and write it all down before his memory was completely forgotten, recording it on his computer in a sick frenzy.