Immortality

In the dark room.

Mu Ri and a man were sitting face to face.

The room was small, with only a dim lamp, two simple chairs, a table with peeling paint, mottled walls, and windows completely covered with black cloth, making it feel very oppressive.

In this day and age, finding such old, dilapidated, and small apartments is still quite difficult.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored suit and tie, his hair neatly combed. If you ignored the neurotic smile on his face, he could be considered quite a character.

Mu Ri was still wearing a dark gray robe, looking at him expressionlessly.

The man then spoke at length, as if he had been holding it in for a long time and had finally found someone to confide in.

"Actually, we've been confusing a lot of concepts." He crossed his legs, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table. "For example, people are inherently different. You people always talk about Humanity Above All, about all people being born equal—"

He scoffed.

"Equality my ass. The reality is, some people are born noble, some are born lowly. Those with power and money are arrogant! And that's how arrogant they are!"

He laughed to himself, feeling that what he had said was quite amusing.

"Furthermore, there are many other concepts we confuse. Revolution, freedom, democracy, science... these words have completely different meanings in different people's eyes and in different societies. But everyone uses the same word to cover up completely opposite concepts."

Mu Ri nodded slightly; there was nothing wrong with that statement.

Seeing Mu Ri nod, the man became even more enthusiastic.

"And then there Gods. In my view, the Gods of this world can be understood from two perspectives."

"Some Gods bring suffering to all living beings, while God come to end suffering. The Gods are a group of high and God, for their own purposes, drive civilization forward. I suspect that the cataclysmic crisis was initiated by them to test and toy with civilization."

Mu Ri didn't speak, and the man didn't need him to speak either.

"The God in the World came to resolve all suffering in the world."

Upon hearing Mu Ri shook his head:

"No. Your God in the World is the source of suffering."

The man smiled dismissively.

"Whatever you say, that's fine, but He can grant wishes, and individual and collective perspectives are not always aligned..."

"I want to get married, and the collective wants to get married too, but the individual and the collective cannot marry the same person, otherwise it would constitute group sex disorder."

Mu Ri blinked.

Something seemed to flash by.

What is this guy muttering about?

"Another perspective is the type of God."

"The Gods are merely a group of life forms with limitations and immense power. One day, someone will be able to cultivate to that level, even surpassing the Gods!"

"But He is different. From my observation, He is the same as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse —immortal, possessing Authority, and connected to faith and civilization... This is what God should be! Transcending humanity! A new race—"

"Divine Race!"

The man burst into laughter, his whole body trembling violently, as if he were playing with a small toy.

Mu Ri him go crazy, I don't know what he was thinking.

"Belch--"

He laughed for a long time before finally stopping, letting out a burp, and looking at Mu Ri with a hint of smugness.

"I'm not like those Foolish Fortune," he said. "They only know how to pray to Him, asking for this and that. I ask for something higher—I want to become Him."

He raised his hand.

In the dim light, that hand had a slightly translucent quality.

"Whatever I worship, that is what I become. I possess the Authority of immortality!"

Mu Ri slightly raised his fingers.

What a load of crap!

The man's lower body instantly turned into a bloody pulp.

"Ahhh--!"

"Feng Feng! Ah! Feng Feng! It hurts so much!!"

The man screamed in agony as he fell off the chair, his upper body sprawled on the floor while his lower body was a bloody mess. He struggled like a cockroach that had been cut in half, his hands flailing wildly, his shrill cries echoing in the small room.

"Damn it! What are you doing?!"

Mu Ri ignored his screams.

After waiting a while, he raised his hand again, and a powerful healing Spell was cast. A flash of light appeared, and the man's lower body recovered at a visible speed: bones remodeled, flesh Regeneration, and skin healed.

A minute later, the man lay on the ground, panting heavily.

I have a clear idea in my Mu Ri.

A slight degree of immortality; the Constitution of an ordinary person—their lower body can be crushed and they can still jump around, but if they are chopped into mincemeat, they will still die.

They are not truly immortal, just more difficult to kill than ordinary people.

The man was naked from the waist down, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"You humans are inferior, not as polite and noble as the Divine Race."

"Humans are nobler than Gods."

He spoke each word Mu Ri.

This is one of the basic doctrines of the God Incarnation Faction. He spoke while observing the other person's reaction.

The man paused for a moment, then started laughing again.

"Haha--Aren't you laughing when you say that yourself?"

He laughed so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face.

"Humans are inferior! And you're still clinging to your 'Humanity Above All'? Realistically speaking, the Divine Race are more fully evolved and nobler than humans!"

But by then, Mu Ri had already figured out his thoughts and characteristics, and casually extended her hand.

The disguise has faded.

The hand became almost transparent, and the bones and blood vessels inside could be vaguely seen. In the palm, a silent black flame Burn Jingjing.

The man's laughter stopped abruptly.

He stared wide-eyed at the Black Flame, at the transparent hand, and at Mu Ri's still expressionless face.

"You..." His voice trembled, "You're also Divine Race... you're also His dog?"

"You have a pretty clear understanding of yourself."

Mu Ri finally couldn't hold back and made a comment.

Black Flames flickered.

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was reduced to Ethereal in the flames. Not only his body, but also the Power of Faith that had strengthened his body was Burn away.

The 145th year of the Civilization Calendar.

That year, a major event occurred on Origin Star.

Within the [God Sect], the "Divine Race" appeared.

It was not a miracle, not a divine manifestation, but a real, living, intelligent life form different from humans.

They are born among the followers, nurtured by the Power of Faith, and possess superhuman strength and an uncanny immortality.

On this planet, intelligent races other than humans have once again appeared.

And so, war broke out again.

In a manner that is not a large-scale hot war.

Tracing Light is intolerable.

The banner of "Humanity Above All" is inviolable.

Other countries are inevitably drawn into the influence of the Tracing Light.

After all, an entire country in other countries might not be able to defeat a single, complete city of Tracing Light.

A special profession has emerged as a result.

They were known as "God Hunters".

Equipped with advanced technology, possessing profound Mana, and rich combat experience, they have only one goal—to kill the members of the [God Sect] and those newly born "Divine Race."

The God Hunters roam the world, traversing cities, tracking across wilderness, and hunting in the darkness.