Godslayer: After the Seraph rejected me, I ascended directly to the highest godhood.

[Ding! You return to the training camp to intimidate the instructors and face off against the Masked Squad again, creating a new storyline.]

You have imbued the Masked Squad with your own divine power, and your involvement may alter the storyline of Takamagahara, Japan.

By arranging for Jiang Er and An Qingyu to meet beforehand, and by leaving Jiang Er with the power of immortality and divine attacks, you might be able to change the outcome of Jiang Er and the 008 squad being wiped out.

[Gain modification points.]

[Current modification points have reached 800,000, obtaining the ancient artifact: Xuanyuan Sword!]

[Random reward triggered: Resurrection Spell.]

As expected of a change in the main characters' paths, the amount of modification points gained is substantial.

However, Jiang Ye saw that it 'could change the outcome of the 008 team's death,' meaning it didn't completely change the outcome.

It only delayed their deaths.

It seems the plot will have to be pulled back again.

Fortunately, I got the modification points and also left divine power on Jiang Er. I'll be more careful in the future.

Maybe we can even squeeze some modification points out of Jiang Er.

Jiang Ye nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the Soul Return Technique.

This time, they directly rewarded the skill without giving out a gift pack.

After so long, Jiang Ye could conclude that direct rewards were not as powerful as those obtained through random draws.

Even a small fly is still meat, so why not take it?

Jiang Ye looked at the skill description.

【Soul Return Technique: Allows the deceased to return to life and communicate with others!】

Note: If the deceased died within seven days, their soul can be resurrected. If the deceased died more than seven days ago, their dissipated soul can be briefly reassembled and communicate with people!

Jiang Ye's eyes widened. To be able to condense a vanished soul—that seems pretty amazing!

He thought for a moment, and an idea suddenly came to him. So he asked in his mind, "System, can it still be used if the soul has been gone for a long time?"

【Can. 】

Hearing this, Jiang Ye smiled slightly.

In the following episodes about the fasting place, he finally figured out what to change.

Initially, the plot of the fasting place was simply about discovering the secrets of the Church of the Ancient Gods and preventing them from killing Wu Laogou.

The original plot is the same, so I can't just hand Wu Laogou over to the Ancient God Church to kill in order to change the plot, can I?

Therefore, it is difficult to find the point of change.

The 'Soul Return Technique' rewarded by the system can temporarily bring back a dissipated soul.

Those who died in the [medium] team could temporarily return to life, allowing them to talk to Bu Li and Wu Laogou, thus easing their regrets.

You can also get modification points, which is pretty good!

The system understands me!

Jiang Ye slowly pulled himself out of his thoughts, looking at the 72 modification value on the panel, not far from the ultimate peak.

He was one step closer to going to the moon and settling things with the Seraph.

"Okay, I'll let you study it after I graduate."

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye couldn't help but look towards An Qingyu.

Something doesn't feel right about what I'm saying!

He glanced at Lin Qiye's expression, which also seemed surprised. He then reached out from behind and tugged at the hem of his clothes.

"She doesn't seem to know about An Qingyu's so-called 'research' yet. Should we remind her?" Lin Qiye leaned closer and whispered.

Jiang Ye nodded. An Qingyu's research involved 'dissection'!

The system's mention of possible changes couldn't be due to this reason, could it?

Don't do that, it's kind of scary.

Seeing that he had nodded, Lin Qiye was about to remind the girl, but after receiving An Qingyu's affirmative answer, the girl blushed and ran away.

Lin Qiye: “…”

Jiang Ye's expression turned serious as he stared at An Qingyu.

Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang, and Lin Qiye were also staring at him.

An Qingyu was taken aback. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Lin Qiye said solemnly, "The 'research' you mentioned to her is..."

An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, "Of course it's the solution..."

"You dare try," Jiang Ye threatened.

An Qingyu: "..."

Baili Pangpang chimed in, "Qingyu, she's still a young girl in the prime of her life. It's not good for you to create psychological trauma like this."

Baili Pangpang had also heard Lin Qiye say that Anqing fish research involved dissection.

This allowed Jiang Er to be pinned to the operating table by An Qingyu, who stood by, smiling excitedly, dissecting her body with a scalpel.

This scene must have given the girl a psychological trauma!

Seeing everyone's reaction, An Qingyu looked dejected. "But I'm only interested in research."

"If that's the case, then let's just forget about it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiye, Baili Pangpang, and Cao Yuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Ye frowned; the system hadn't given any notification.

This indicates that An Qingyu was not the cause of Jiang Er's death.

It seems I was overthinking things; the official pairing of Sanjiu did tone down the intensity a bit.

"You guys get along really well with the new recruits."

Yuan Gang, who had gone out to answer a phone call, came back and sat back down with a smile.

"Alright, it's been over a year since we last met. You've finally made me proud today."

"We can't drink alcohol in the team, so let's have some soft drinks instead."

Yuan Gang personally poured drinks for the five people and stood up to clink glasses.

After the meal, Jiang Ye and his group of five bid farewell to the Beijing training camp.

As soon as I stepped out the door, I saw a helicopter parked in an open space not far away.

There were two soldiers standing nearby. One of them ran over as soon as he saw the five people appear.

"Captain Lin." He gave a military salute and then handed over the documents with both hands.

Lin Qiye nodded and accepted it.

"This is information about the Ancient God Church's secret plan for the Fasting Places; the specific tasks are all listed on it," the soldier explained.

Lin Qiye glanced at the document briefly, frowned slightly, and put it away.

"Um...are we going to the fasting place by plane?"

The soldier nodded, then turned and ran toward the helicopter.

The five people followed.

……

Ancient God Church.

In the magnificent cathedral hall, Yiyu sat on the throne, his eyes filled with lingering gloom.

He said in a very cold tone, "The last mission resulted in the direct loss of three church members. I don't want this fasting camp plan to fail again."

The black-robed believer below bowed his head and replied, "Yes."

Shen Qingzhu frowned. A fasting place?

What is he trying to do now?

“Very good. Your main task this time is to cooperate with the believers of the fasting place to enter the center of the fasting place and kill Wu Tongxuan of the [medium] team.”

He spoke slowly, his gaze sweeping over Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat.

The fact that only the two of them came back last time made him a little suspicious.

Although the two returned severely injured, it was strange that the fourth and fifth seats, who were stronger than them, did not escape.

Were those two really so selfless as to help Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat escape?

But Yiyu ultimately believed in his soul contract, which was the source of his confidence.

Below, Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat noticed Yiyu's gaze, and their hearts sank.

Fortunately, the babbling didn't mention the previous incident and directly arranged for someone to go to the fasting place.

The third, seventh, and Shen Qingzhu seats were selected, but the ninth seat was not chosen to participate in this operation.

This time, the third seat is held by a Klein-level expert.

Shen Qingzhu had long since realized that the woman in the cheongsam at the seventh seat suspected her.

This is probably a test by the delirium.

Shen Qingzhu's expression turned serious.

After leaving the church, Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat pretended to brush past each other, and a note fell into his hand.

Once back in her room, Shen Qingzhu looked around to make sure no one was watching.

He slowly unfolded the crumpled paper in his palm, his eyes narrowing slightly.

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