Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 24: Even Buddha can only endure twice

Si Ming gave the young man with dark circles under his eyes a chance.

If he really were some light novel protagonist, truly blessed with some extraordinary destiny, then now would be the perfect opportunity for him to seize it, rise to the top in one fell swoop, and then launch a fierce counterattack. However…

This did not happen.

Si Ming walked around the dark underground mall. He found many unopened cans of food, as well as many piles of pale white skeletons in the corners—the pain and wails of the dead still echoed across this land. And if the energy level of this world were a little higher, perhaps even the most primitive undead could spontaneously arise on the earth.

There are no undead.

There was no concentrated free energy, nor was there any effective manifestation of the curse.

When he emerged from the darkness with what he considered sufficient supplies and returned to the escalator exit, he saw a fresh Night Demon with severed limbs, smooth skin, missing hair, and maddened eyes, struggling desperately at the exit.

The clothes were still the same, and the glasses were still there. The Night Demon's hideous face still retained the facial features and physical characteristics of the young man with dark circles under his eyes. But he had completely transformed into it.

The soul did not leave, and the transformed Night Demon was not powerful. Nor did any intruder descend from the sky to snatch this doomed guy away and give him a cheat code.

'Roar—' it roared at Siming, completely unaware of what was happening.

Siming let it unleash its wild nature. He casually lifted it by the scruff of its neck and wrapped it with a black cloth. Then, carrying the shotgun he had switched back to, he walked up to the upper level—several skeleton soldiers he had casually left behind were still patrolling autonomously in the shadows, waiting to deal with any unexpected situations.

up.

Continue up.

The bloody aura that permeated the ground silently dissipated, but when Si Ming returned to the third level, his slightly furrowed brows twitched slightly.

There was no smell of disinfectant in the air.

The bloodstains on the ground were only barely cleaned up.

The high school girl in her JK uniform was frantically trying to do something futile with a mop. He then heard a faint 'whoosh' sound; the glamorous woman who had been shot was gagged, casually stuffed into a corner of the room, and her hands and feet bound.

He threw the freshly baked Night Demon onto the ground.

The high school girl, drenched in sweat, let out a soft, frightened scream—his gaze shifted, and he didn't see that the cracks he had marked at the window had been repaired. The supplies on the third floor hadn't been moved together, and no new appliances had been brought up from the first floor; there wasn't even a trace of the generator or solar panels.

"Hey!" A makeshift bunker appeared before Si Ming. Behind it, an American soldier held an M16 assault rifle—this was America, guns were plentiful. He gave Si Ming a smug smile.

"I advise you not to move around. I've planted a bomb here that can detonate at any time. Also, I know that high-tech suit you're wearing isn't protected against electromagnetic pulses. And I've just found one."

The short, stout white-collar worker and the tall, thin office worker, Koyama Keiji, stood behind him. The latter smiled apologetically at Si Ming. An American soldier kicked him, so he bowed to Si Ming, full of apology, but speaking insincerely.

“I am truly sorry, sir. Commander James is very familiar with the terrain around here, and he felt that each of us should have a gun. I thought this made a lot of sense, so I went out with Mr. Yamaguchi. And I did indeed get a new gun.”

It was a Remington, a classic American shotgun. The short, stout white-collar worker also had one, and all three were wearing bulletproof riot gear with plates.

This gave them confidence. This confidence outweighed their fear of Simin.

Si Ming simply watched them quietly, his gaze having already completed a full observation of the surrounding area.

"So, you didn't complete any of the tasks I assigned you?"

“I’m truly sorry.” Keiji Koyama bowed again. “But Commander James’s opinion is also very important.”

"What's not done?" The short, stout office worker sneered disapprovingly. "Isn't that girl named Ishihara cleaning? And isn't Ms. Tanaka, whom you injured, tied up perfectly well? Besides, judging by your tone, you're actually Chinese, aren't you? Chinese people should stop interfering with the East China Sea team!"

James spread his hands and smiled for the second time.

"Look, this is the East China Sea team, a Japanese team. And nobody welcomes you. Perhaps you should reflect on your actions and find a new role within the team."

"I am truly sorry." Keiji Koyama bowed for the third time. "But I think you would be better off carefully considering Commander James's suggestion."

Si Ming glanced at the high school girl who, though terrified, was still holding a mop. Her gaze shifted to the glamorous woman, simply bandaged and bound in a corner, glaring fiercely at her—her eyes filled with the exhilaration of revenge, even though the current situation was far from clear.

It's not clear.

Si Ming couldn't understand where they got the courage to make such a reckless decision when all they had was such a small amount of information.

Are these the first generation of newcomers?

Are these Japanese and Americans from 07?

“I can actually tolerate your rebelliousness,” he sighed. “But I simply cannot tolerate your stupidity and incompetence.”

James looked alert and instinctively raised his gun.

Si Ming's final reminder had already become a declaration.

"Therefore, I am giving you one last chance. Now, obey me and close your eyes."

"Don't even think about it—" He was about to pull the trigger.

The wind began to move.

A colossal entity suddenly appeared in the marketplace.

It was a colossal creature, several meters long, resembling a small tunnel boring machine. It looked like a giant squid soaking in mud, with its numerous tentacles and tentacles amplifying its presence.

The entire third floor of the mall was thus occupied by a large area. Within that enormous body covered in viscous fluid, every inch of skin seemed to flow with a strange and distorted light. That light attracted the gaze of intelligent beings.

That light is a prison that binds and devours reason.

The Old Clan's Burrowing Demon Insect has appeared. Its presence instantly overwhelmed all the senses of those who dared to stare directly at it, and in the next instant, it annihilated them all!
One second, two seconds.

The short, stout office worker suddenly stretched out his finger and, with a cruel smile, gouged out his own eyes.

"I didn't see anything, President, I really didn't see anything. I really didn't see anything about what happened between you and Keiko..."

'Bang—' His head exploded violently. That was the effect of an automatic rifle bullet hitting him at close range. Soldier James's gun was still pressed against his body, and then the trigger was pulled in a series of shots.

“I am not a deserter,” he said, repeating. “I did not defect. I did not drink and neglect my duties. I did not take off my uniform.”

With each word spoken, a shot was fired, until the white-collar worker's body was no longer moving. The soldier then revealed a sinister smile.

"I killed the spy! I've done a great job! I didn't leak any information... I've been promoted!"

"I'm going back to my home country for a promotion!"

He let out a wild scream of joy, dropped his gun, and lunged at the unrepaired hole in the window. A second later, the sound of a watermelon smashing on the ground outside the window echoed.

he died.

The swaying Koyama Keiji also muttered to himself as he walked to the window from which he had jumped.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your daughter. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to kill your brother. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take the compensation money. I'm so sorry... I've already said sorry, how can you still be so rude?"

He jumped down too.

The sound of shattering rang out a second time. After all, the third floor of a shopping mall is always higher than that of an ordinary building.

A soft breath escaped her lips. The beautiful woman, bound and gagged, stared wide-eyed, her heart already stopped beating. She was overwhelmed by unparalleled terror, dragged into death by her own heart.

Six new recruits, one left. The high school girl in her uniform tightly closed her eyes, trembling as she clutched the mop in her hands. But to Si Ming's ears, there was no notification from the main god regarding the point deduction.

This doesn't count as infighting within the team.

Going insane and then committing suicide, how can that be considered infighting within the team?

Si Ming walked up to the JK girl and channeled a wisp of dark battle qi into her brow. Then, he patted her shoulder.

"You can open your eyes now," he said.

The girl opened her eyes and saw the dead corpse and the enormous burrowing worm, and let out another scream.

The aura of darkness protected her; this was a method Si Ming had developed after numerous trials in Mexico. It was then that he realized the vast difference between himself and ordinary people. Now, with the infusion of divine particles, both his own mental resistance and the mental pollution power of the revived burrowing demon worms had increased significantly once again.

"What's your name?" Si Ming's gaze swept from her head to her feet.

"Shizuka... My name is... Ishikawa Shizuka."

Si Ming nodded.

"In this world, you can call me Mr. Si, or Professor Si. I will tell you my real name when we get back, but until then, I expect you to completely obey my arrangements and listen to my orders."

"Yes, yes..." she nodded hurriedly, her face pale. She dared not look at the enormous burrowing worm. "I'll do whatever you say... Professor Si."

“Very good.” Siming handed her the .22LR Glock. “Take it and shoot this.”

He pointed to the Night Demon, who was wrapped in a black cloth and was still convulsing and writhing.

The last newcomer, though trembling with fear, still grabbed his pistol haphazardly and pulled the trigger toward the Night Demon, who was not far from death.

'Bang—Bang bang bang—'

One magazine was emptied.

The convulsing Night Demon let out an instinctive howl. It's hard to imagine the skill involved in firing an entire magazine within half a meter without a single fatal shot. But this could also be because the .22LR simply doesn't have high lethality.

Whatever.

Si Ming stomped down on the Night Demon's head.

'Crack—' Another watermelon shattered.

The voice of the Supreme God announced in my ear. Perfect, with this one, we'll have a total of 10 to settle the bill.

"Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't do a good job..." Shizuka Ishikawa looked at him fearfully.

He simply turned around and walked towards the exit of the mall.

"My only request of you is to 'shoot'," Si Ming's voice came calmly. The burrowing demonic insect disappeared silently, and his steps paused for a moment.

"Come here, follow me." She had already met his needs.

(End of this chapter)