Reverend Half Insanity

Witnessing the memories of Fang Zheng, Demonic Fang Yuan is struck by a shock unlike anything he has experienced in millennia. Never before had he felt such profound disbelief—not even the revelation of forbidden concepts had shaken him so deeply. When he was in the void, He had suspected that a grand, overarching scheme was at play on an unimaginable scale, but this—this was different. This revelation shattered everything he thought he knew about himself.

The memories of Fang Zheng revealed a truth so devastating it called into question his very existence. He realized, with crushing clarity, that he was nothing more than a creation—a mere construct born from Fang Zheng's pen. Every decision, every struggle, every triumph, and every moment of growth he had experienced throughout his long life suddenly seemed hollow. It wasn't just the fact that he wasn't real; it was the suffocating realization that all his actions, thoughts, and emotions—the very essence of who he believed himself to be—were dictated by someone else's design.

This was beyond comprehension.

For the first time in millennia, Demonic Fang Yuan found himself questioning his nature. His cold indifference toward life and death, his calculating precision, his unyielding resolve—all of it suddenly felt foreign, as if carefully crafted by another hand. The indifference that defined him seemed no longer his own but instead something bestowed upon him by Fang Zheng. Every fiber of his being, every choice he had ever made, appeared to be nothing more than the masterful work of another.

It was as if he had lived under the illusion of free will, only to discover that every step he took, every battle he fought, and every ounce of power or knowledge he gained was preordained. His entire identity, forged through years of hardship and ambition, now felt like nothing more than ink on paper. The weight of this epiphany crushed him. How could he reconcile the person he thought he was with the painful truth that he was merely a fictional character brought to life by another's imagination? Even more, how could he accept that every single thing about him—his determination, his struggles, his very essence—was not his own, but the creation of someone else, crafted with nothing more than pen and paper?

This was no ordinary despair—it was an existential crisis that left him questioning not only his purpose but also the authenticity of his experiences. Was any part of him truly his own? Or was he simply living out a script written by someone else, doomed to exist within the confines of a narrative he never chose?

For the first time in millennia, emotion flickered across his face—shock, disbelief, and vulnerability. He tried to regain his composure, attempting to retreat behind his usual mask of indifference. Yet, even that indifference now felt alien, as though it too had been handed down to him by Fang Zheng. How could this be possible? Never before had he been so deeply shaken, so utterly destabilized.

Suddenly, Administrator Fang Yuan's mocking laughter cuts through the silence. "Ha ha ha! Now tell me, are you even real? Is your determination even real, or is it just your brother who made you determined with his pen? Ha ha ha!"

Demonic Fang Yuan's voice is sharp, laced with defiance. "This can't be real! There must be something wrong going on!"

Administrator Fang Yuan's laughter grows louder, more derisive. "There's nothing wrong going on. It's just his memory. Ha ha ha! And I guarantee you, the memory is totally authentic."

Demonic Fang Yuan's mind races, his thoughts a whirlwind of doubt and suspicion. He narrows his eyes and says, "Just tell me what you want to say. I know there's something going on behind the scenes."

Administrator Fang Yuan smirks, his tone dripping with mockery. "Don't you think his knowledge should be considered forbidden knowledge? Ha ha ha! But it isn't even close to forbidden knowledge. Imagine how powerful the forbidden knowledge must be! If this were forbidden knowledge, your brother would have ceased to exist. Ha ha ha!"

Demonic Fang Yuan, once again, regains his composure. His face settles into an indifferent gaze, as if he doesn't care, as if he could wait an eternity for the answer—or even if he never gets it, it wouldn't matter. But deep down, the storm within him rages on. The questions linger, unspoken but deafening.

Then, suddenly, Administrator Fang Yuan stops laughing. A suffocating silence fills the air, thick and oppressive. Demonic Fang Yuan feels an intense pressure emanating from the silence alone, as if hell itself were taking a long, deliberate breath, preparing to unleash its full might. And then, Administrator Fang Yuan speaks, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"It looks like the memory has truly shocked you," he says, his tone cold and calculating. "Your analytical ability has been broken by it."

Without waiting for Demonic Fang Yuan's response, he continues, "Can't you see that there's a gap in the story? He died, and then suddenly, he woke up in this world."

Demonic Fang Yuan nods slowly, his mind racing but his expression still masked by indifference.

Administrator Fang Yuan presses on, his voice sharp and probing. "Only two questions will remove all your doubts. Do you want to hear them?"

Even within his indifferent gaze, Demonic Fang Yuan can't help but ask, "What are these two questions?"

Administrator Fang Yuan's lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. "How did he come to this world? And why did he come to this world?"

At this, Demonic Fang Yuan's mind begins to work properly again, his thoughts sharpening as he processes the questions. He responds, "These are good questions. But I've been asking myself these same questions since the moment I arrived in this world. How the hell did I come here? And why the hell am I here?"

Administrator Fang Yuan's smile widens, but there's no warmth in it—only a chilling amusement. "I can't answer those questions for you," he says. "They are directly related to forbidden knowledge. It's not that I don't want to tell you—it's that you are not capable of hearing the answers. Even if you were a venerable, you would not be capable of knowing this. Ha ha ha!"

He begins to laugh again, a sound that echoes with a dark, mocking edge. "There may be hundreds of thousands of otherworldly demons who have come to this Gu World, but why do none of them know the answers to those two simple questions?"

Demonic Fang Yuan's voice is steady, but there's a flicker of unease beneath the surface. "Because it is forbidden knowledge," he says. "But as you've said before, every otherworldly demon is connected to some powerful, unknown being called a Forbidden Being. That means they must have sent us..."

Before he can finish, Demonic Fang Yuan feels an overwhelming pressure—not just from the outside, but from within. It's as if every fiber of his being is under attack, every cell, every memory, every thought. The world itself seems to be trying to erase him, to wipe him from existence. Even more astonishing is the realization that every smallest part of his body, his mind, his memories—is also trying to destroy and erase itself from existence. If it weren't for Administrator Fang Yuan's protection, Demonic Fang Yuan would have already ceased to exist.