Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 101 - Seeing Mountains as Not Mountains, Seeing Water as Not Water

The flames destroyed everything.

The flames engulfed everything.

And amidst all that has been burned, the pitch-black night will extinguish the burning itself completely.

The world in Yu Zhiwei's eyes finally fell silent. Gone were the constant whispers that rang in her ears, and the fragmented, intermittent breaths that sounded like the wails of a dying man. What appeared before her eyes was no longer the nauseating patchwork of murky and sharp colors. Only the stillness of the night filled her vision.

The night is black.

This is a night for closing your eyes and sleeping soundly.

She closed her eyes, savoring the long-lost peace and immersing herself in it. She knew now was not the time for her to give up everything and die, nor did she constantly yearn for a permanent rest as before. But even so, she wanted to seize this precious opportunity to properly adjust her soul and blood.

My thoughts then began to wander.

Fragments of events from what seemed to be another world line emerged in the gradually appearing dream.

In that timeline, no newcomer named 'Siming' appeared in the Celestial Team. Captains from all over the world were wary of each other, and the stage and the audience were filled with covert and overt struggles for status and power. Only Valentina still maintained that innocent and honest clarity and naivety, but at that time, no one would be on her side anymore.

They were preoccupied with their own problems. The world of *The Curse* pointed to a grand destruction. The powerful and arrogant captains, from the very beginning of the story, began to distort the world according to their own ideas and preferences. Ultimately, Valentina, in order to stop the catastrophe that was about to spread across the entire planet, gambled everything she had, and lost it all.

She died—the only truly good person in the Celestials was dead. Everyone, including herself, chose to stand idly by in the final moments. The so-called supreme Celestials team was no different from the former Indian team.

What else is there to say—what else is there to care about?

The team battle began as scheduled, a little earlier than expected. The Celestial Team descended directly into the middle of the battlefield between the North Ice and the West Sea. This time, however, when their mental scans swept over, no high-ranking priests were left to protect everyone's mental space with divine magic.

So be it—this is the perfect stepping stone. Liberate everything, abandon everything. Like a balloon inflated to its limit, awaiting destruction as a needle tip sweeps across it. All that is horrible, abhorrent, and hateful breaks free from its cage; the weak or those who attempt to resist are instantly melted in the tide of destruction. Then, the unleashed hell will devour the entire planet, the entire world.

The dream thus came to an end.

At the end of the dream, in the last glimpse of her vision, she saw Almaria, in her witch-like form, blocking the tide of destruction for a moment, and Julian's pale, twisted, heartbroken face, his fighting spirit and mind utterly destroyed by the slightest spillage of pollution.

It turns out that this guy who caused me so much trouble wasn't always so fearless.

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Cold, shivering. Sight and hearing gradually appear.

"...That's the general situation. There are no more than two survivors left in the West Sea team. As for the North Ice Continent team, they are still nowhere to be found. They have eliminated all their technological equipment. Even if we have the communication network, it will be difficult to track them down in the short term."

Someone is talking.

It's someone I know.

The scene before me blurred into clarity. It was a jumble of sharp, twisted, and pieced-together blocks of color, emitting piercing screams and the friction of gears. Several indistinct figures conversed beside a heart of incessantly pulsating steel gears. And this…

—Ah, it's the Millennium Falcon.

Yu Zhiwei blinked. Si Ming's figure, explaining the current situation, appeared before her eyes. It was a robust humanoid figure supported by the twilight's glow. His resolute and cold face showed no deformity or defect. His gaze briefly met Yu Zhiwei's, and he continued speaking in complete human language.

"At the same time, our fighting in North America has been too large. Many countries in the world are quite wary of us. After all, although we destroyed the dragon's lair, the locals killed when the dragon built its lair are also counted as part of the destruction we caused. As things stand, it is unlikely that we will gain their understanding."

A sharp metallic scraping sound rang out. The sound paused for a moment under Yu Zhiwei's mental transcription before transforming into a recognizable human voice. However, since this sharp scraping sound was also recorded in her mind, there was no need to worry about it being mistaken for other unusual sound sources.

Yu Zhiwei moved her eyes, the movement of turning her head somewhat difficult. She saw thousands of sharp metal pieces pieced together. They seemed to form the shape of a large sword, or perhaps fragments of a broken sword had taken on a human-like form. A sense of sharpness emanated from this mountain of blades, constantly rubbing and piecing together, revealing its danger and its penetrating intent.

"We don't need their understanding either." — Ah, it's Song Tian.

"【It seems there's no need for the main quest to involve the local government? Hmm... perhaps we could try contacting our hometown?】" — Luo Yinglong is a dragon-shaped structure made of scrolls, gourds, swords, and runes. This showcases his versatility and perfectly matches his name, 'Yinglong' (meaning 'Opposing Dragon').

Jacob, on the other hand, was a murky light, intertwined with the cursed shadows of jealousy, greed, fanaticism, and hatred, and the glorious radiance reflecting loyalty, friendship, justice, and goodness. He was firmly bound by a crown made of sacred thorns—in his dreams, the darkness easily overwhelmed the structure of light. But here, since he lost to Siming in the captaincy competition, light has firmly bound darkness.

"【We're not yet the Central Continent Second Team, sword cultivators. If you want to experience the feeling of 'returning home in glory,' I suggest you come back on your own after you've finished your work.】"

"【Hahaha...】"

It's somewhat noisy and lacks substance. This is what happens when your mind is filled with too much mental pollution. When you look at people or things, what you see is often a combination of certain or abstract qualities they possess. Only when they are unique individuals do they appear somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Yu Zhiwei immediately turned her bored gaze away, which was about to yawn.

She swept her gaze over the exquisite gemstone guitar, its interior hollowed out, searching for the object of her affection. Then, a soft, warm voice, even to her ears, rang out, and her eyes lit up instantly.

"【Um...should we go check out the current main storyline first...?】"

A golden glow caught my eye—beautiful pointed ears, a fluffy tail, and a docile yet elegant, supple body. Its shimmering golden fur draped over the chair in front of the control panel, swaying gently from head to toe!

It's Ibrahimovic... It's Valentina!

I want to suck her, I want to rub against her! I want to play with her!
"Wa... Ranger!"

Her body wanted to leap out, but her vision only swayed slightly. Yu Zhiwei then lowered her head, and the sight below her neck made her instantly fly into a rage!
"Wait, where are my hands? Where are my feet? No... where is my body?!"

Yu Zhiwei, whose head was the only part floating in the nutrient solution, glared at Si Ming and let out a sharp scream.

The next moment, she suddenly sprang up and slammed into the protective barrier in front of her!
"I'll run you over, you wicked bastard!"

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Si Ming raised his hand and caught Yu Zhiwei as she was struck by the flying head. The impact was exceptionally strong, and his arm bones even made some unpleasant sounds. He felt helpless about it, but there was nothing he could do about this 'beep—', so he casually tossed the nonsensical ball towards Valentina.

"Before you regain consciousness, the area below your neck will immediately turn into a mosaic as soon as it starts to regenerate. So we can only keep you soaking in nutrient solution—anyway, if you have nothing else to do, go play around. We have some serious matters to study and consider here."

She landed on Valentina—and when the latter instinctively caught her, she clung to Valentina's hair like a little cat ball, making all sorts of strange noises as she rubbed and scratched against Valentina's face and neck.

“Traveler…traveler, are you alright?” Valentina asked, somewhat flustered, gently cradling her. The creature's eyes immediately narrowed comfortably, and it let out a soft 'woof woof'.

hopeless.

Si Ming shook his head slightly, withdrawing his gaze as he repaired his arm bone. He glanced at his watch; only then did he have the mind to look at the rows of divine pronouncements.

—【Destroy the Evil Dragon's Nest Force—All participants will receive rewards based on their contributions. Reincarnator Siming will receive one B-rank side quest and 7000 reward points.】

— [Defeat 3 enemy members who have unlocked their gene locks in Team Battle mode to obtain 3 B-level side quests and 21000 reward points.]

— [In Team Battle mode, defeat 4 enemy members whose gene locks are not yet activated to obtain 4 C-level side quests and receive 8000 reward points.]

—【Team Celestials currently has a team battle score of +13 points.】

The rewards were substantial. The team battle's gains primarily came from the final burst of fire. Besides the West Sea team's werewolf captain, two other key members were immediately wiped out. Following that, some newcomers hiding deep within the Dragon's Nest, or seasoned veterans who hadn't yet unlocked the gates, also perished in the aftershocks of the battle while attacking Yu Zhiwei.

They killed them too quickly.

He still doesn't know what the main mission of the West Sea team is. However, compared to those miscellaneous matters, there is another thing that is clearly more important.

He stretched out his hand, and a perfectly round sphere quietly appeared in the center of his five fingers. It was a remnant from the remains of the evil dragon Bragi after he had swallowed it whole by the yellow dragon he had summoned. Theoretically speaking, this thing should be the Dragon Ball that the Celestials used to complete the main quest.

but……

There was no sign of energy within the Dragon Ball. Overall, it looked like a very ordinary natural gemstone.

Is there something missing in the process?

Or perhaps, because he exerted too much force, he directly drained the power from the Dragon Ball during the battle?
Both are possibilities, and none are insignificant. Furthermore, it's uncertain whether this Dragon Ball, in its current state, can accomplish the Kami's Team's main objective.

but……

Si Ming turned his head and looked at Valentina.

"Ranger, try out your new power." He tossed the Dragon Ball toward Valentina's direction.

"Try it and see if you can force it to be used."

(End of this chapter)