Grief, Have I Really Fallen This Far?
Fortune changes every thirty years, so never underestimate a young person's potential.
It was originally an inspirational quote about a loser rising to success, but if you change it to "30 years in Henan, 30 years in Hebei," then something feels off.
That's exactly the situation in Mordred right now.
As a traitor who betrayed the entire Warp, Mordred was permanently blacklisted by the Warp's will the moment he chose to self-destruct.
Although not explicitly confirmed, both the Warp and the Physical World are subject to Great Cosmic Will, albeit vaguely.
But what did Mordred do? After being raised by her mother in the Warp, she turned her back on her and self-destructed, silencing the Sea of Souls for a full 1000 years.
While the Warp Deity may seem incredibly powerful, they are actually part of the Sea of Souls; they cannot simply come and go as they please.
Although it's a bit inappropriate, this kind of reverse kick to the mother clearly made the Warp hold a grudge against Mordred, so much so that Mordred, who should have won the repechage match long ago, has waited until now.
Moreover, Mordred is not only blacklisted in the Warp, but also in the Physical World.
So, do you have any Star God Fragment on you? If you do, why did you choose to become Warp Deity? The Physical World doesn't welcome you, so get out of here.
In order to regain local residency, Mordred had no choice but to give back all the benefits she had previously received.
Like the blessings you once ingested, the Daemon you used as protein powder, the undigested Star God Fragment —don't leave a single one of them behind, or you'll be barred from entering.
If the Great Cosmic Will were a tangible entity, Mordred could throw a tantrum and threaten suicide, clinging to its coattails like a sycophant. The problem is, the other party isn't, so he doesn't even have the chance to be a sycophant.
To pay off his debts, Mordred was forced to regurgitate everything he had eaten, even Carlos he had once consumed, until only a few remnants remained.
Having come to this point, what else can we do? Of course, we choose to forgive him!
After all, when Mordred came to this world, she went from a higher dimension to a lower dimension, and her entire existence was thoroughly examined by the world—that was a real benefit.
This is why Mordred, this opportunist, is so favored; he had already paid taxes when he entered the country back then.
As the price for his resurrection, Mordred will never be able to leave this cesspool for the rest of his life. Escape? Absolutely not.
"Alas, I've been imprisoned for ten thousand years, and now I've ended up like this! How despicable! Why don't you send me back to my hometown? What did I even do here?"
Unlike native heroes, Mordred is only good at winning games; at its core, she's still just a lump of indescribable, twisted flesh.
With hard work, sweat, and a negligible supermodel stat, Mordred could do whatever he wanted with just his physical strength, but now Master Mordred is crippled.
Having weakened to the extreme, with combat power perhaps even less than a wild pheasant running on the Serenity Grassland, Mordred dared not act recklessly and could only develop stealthily.
Now, Mordred is facing the most dire situation of his life: a starving, black Big Rat has cornered him against the wall.
These terrifying beasts were ten to nine times more frightening to Mordred, who was now just a lump of flesh, than the four lewd, burly men dressed in very little clothing.
"Am I, Mordred, destined to die like this? I will not allow it."
With a thought, fine, Emerald Lightning emerged from the black jelly. Empowered by this terrifying power capable of electrocuting a cockroach, two tiny tentacles extended from Moreleide's sides, unleashing his signature move:
"Lightning, Cyclone Slash... Boom!"
Before Mordred could even shout out the name of his move, he was slapped away by the rat, but Master Mordred always has a plan.
It turned around in mid-air, Dimensional Lightning to electrolyze the water in its body, and instantly expanded into a hydrogen balloon, drifting towards the distant sewer entrance. It even used the exhaust gas as a power source to accelerate itself by expelling it from behind.
"Hehehe, the mindless the Beast is no match for my astonishing wisdom. This is my Kiya route."
"You wretched rats! I, Mo Laoxian, will slaughter your entire family! I swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"
So are you a god?
"Bullshit, I'm not a god! Wait, who's speaking?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a net descended from the sky, grabbed him, and instantly refined him, pinning Mordred down as he floated in mid-air and stuffing him into a glass bottle.
Mordred, deeply humiliated, was not about to let it go. She unleashed Chaos Breath at the glass bottle before her, and then collapsed from exhaustion.
In the final moments before the power went out and the system shut down, Mordred, though defeated, refused to back down and used his last strength to taunt:
"Damn it, I actually lost? Was this part of your plan?!"
Ashford, the capital of the Stygian System, lies at the bottom of Gloas Hive City...
As a resident of the Underhive, Jeanne, like all the Scavengers, was one of the Forgotten Ones ignored by the Empire. In the words of the Governor, she was just a bunch of worthless trash.
In the depths of this haunted Hive City, a place comparable to hell on earth, grotesque mutants, highly toxic waste, garbage, and even more terrifying, bloodthirsty Xenos.
In order to survive, every member of the lower class had to struggle for a living, relying on sorting garbage to exchange for edible Corpse Starch from gangs.
Of course, just as there is no wife in wife cake, there is no corpse in Corpse Starch. This edible starch comes from the third product of Promethium refining. Only the lowest-level Scavengers are worthy of eating starch blocks with corpses added.
After all, the corpses are already under the control of the corpse retrievers. If you want to eat lamb, you have to pay money to buy it. The lowly Scavengers simply can't afford it. If they want to eat meat, they can only eat rats.
Jeanne was a member of the rat-catching team, living a life of going hungry every day. If she was lucky, she could catch rats to fill her stomach; if she was unlucky, she could only inhale some toxic fumes and grit her teeth.
Logically speaking, a little thing like Jeanne, who looks so easy to bully, shouldn't have survived. The reason she survived is because she can do math and read.
Although Jeanne's level of education is not even that of a primary school student, it depends on the context. In the third garbage disposal area at the bottom of the Hive City, she can already be considered a prophet.
But as Jeanne set off to catch mice as usual, she saw a strange, dark thing.
Although she didn't know why, Jeanne took a liking to the little thing at first sight. She found it pleasing to the eye no matter how she looked at it, and an inexplicable desire compelled her to possess it.
Seeing the little creature jumping around in the glass jar again, Jeanne couldn't help but ask:
"May I have your name?"
"I'm your grandpa!"