Ritual of Becoming God

Child God's explanation was very clear. At least, there was nothing logically wrong with it.

However, everyone had not completely believed it. Even Child God herself had said it was only a guess. To truly believe it would have been foolish.

—But Yun Ye was the exception.

As an outsider, he should not have understood this world better than its top transcendents.

Yet as an existence beyond the rules who had gathered the True Immortal Laws of the Three Divine Senses, even with his power weakened time and again, it was difficult for him not to notice the essence of this world.

Even before Child God spoke, he had vaguely noticed that this world was different.

Afterward, following this line of thought and making a little deduction, Yun Ye obtained a hazy answer.

This line of thought was correct. Becoming a god was indeed possible, but the criteria were unknown, and with his current strength, it was difficult to deduce them.

"How marvelous. The Nine Lives Divine Law tells me that if I want to know the correct answer, I must at least cultivate to the Imperial Dao, until my personal will surpasses an entire universe... In other words, this is a possibility that is almost impossible to give birth to. The world itself never intended to open this gap. Only the most invincible, most extraordinarily gifted perfect existence can crack it through their own strength."

With his talent boosting him, Yun Ye was already a super-intellect. With a single turn of thought, he had imagined countless possibilities and was gradually touching the ultimate truth of this world.

However, he possessed too little information, and the distance he could project into the future was insufficient. He could not narrow the possibilities down to a single point.

Soon, he stopped thinking. Since he could not find an answer, he would wait until he obtained more information. The world was not going to suddenly run away.

"Regardless of which path the Space King chooses, he will have to do something: borrow the power of all humanity to break down the Twisted Objects."

"There has never been an existence that became a god without requiring faith. That is determined by the essence of the Twisted Objects. We can be certain that becoming a god must rely on the collective will of humanity. So what we need to do next is wait for the Space King to begin his ritual of becoming god, then charge straight into the heart of the enemy."

The white-haired Child God said this.

"How long are we supposed to wait? Are we just going to sit by and watch the great battle begin? Many people will die. Familiar relatives and friends will be lost, and everything in our familiar surroundings will be destroyed."

The dignified man spoke.

"Heh, what does it matter? I'm not interested in my surroundings anyway. I stay in my room every day. If it gets wrecked, I can just change to another one."

The pale-gold-haired shut-in could not help retorting.

"What about your parents, friends, brothers, and sisters? Don't make it sound so easy. People have to adapt to society and need communication. Otherwise, they'll end up lonely and mentally ill sooner or later!"

The dignified man found the new generation increasingly difficult and unreasonable, and his words grew more merciless.

"Hehe, that was your generation, wasn't it? The generation that couldn't rise to the top without socializing and relying on others. We don't have that problem. We never had the opportunity from the start, so all we need to do is stay in our own rooms. Friends? Relatives? Heh, haven't you noticed that the birth rate is getting lower and lower? And you're still talking about brothers and sisters."

"You're so annoying, just like those so-called experts and professors!"

The shut-in transformed into a stream of data and burrowed into the cellphone she carried with her. Inside, she became a chibi figure, stuck out her tongue at the dignified man, then roamed directly through the internet and disappeared. "I'll go look for clues myself!"

"Sorry for the trouble, Lana."

The white-haired Child God and the gray-haired old man spoke together.

Memory Destruction, Lana Bart, thirty-one years old.

A mage who could survive in a two-dimensional world. She could devour memories and emotions and digitize herself at any time, thus remaining forever young.

Most of this world's S-Rank Magic relied on innate talent. Lana had displayed extraordinarily outstanding talent in electronic technology from a young age. After conducting increasingly in-depth research, she eventually completed her own S-Rank Magic, "Memory Destruction." The moment it was born, it fried the brains of who knew how many keyboard warriors.

According to her, she was giving those angry netizens a moment of peace. —With their memories burned away, it was indeed peaceful. They could even repent and mend their ways on the spot.

Her magic was indeed extremely suited to searching for information. If they wanted to detect any unusual movements from the Space King, there was no one more reliable to seek out than her.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Destruction King. Lady Lana's personality is indeed somewhat strange!"

Lana's Miko stepped forward to apologize.

"No matter."

The dignified man waved his hand, also listless. He was not going to clash with an S-Class Mage over such a trivial matter. He was merely surprised at how enormous the difference was between his views and those of the new generation... Oh, he had been the same way when he was young. In that case, never mind.

The Miko bowed again, then picked up the cellphone and prepared to retreat to the side.

But immediately afterward, the cellphone began to vibrate.

Lana's voice rang out across the floating island.

"This is bad! The Space King started moving long ago. He didn't just steal the two highest-level Twisted Objects—even the other Twisted Objects disappeared with them. Not long ago, large numbers of the Space King's subordinates even appeared and directly broke into the sealed sites to seize the Twisted Objects!"

"Moreover, he's giving a speech—a worldwide speech aimed at the two major factions. This was recorded in advance and is being played through magic; it has nothing to do with the internet. I can't stop it. Child God! Child God! Quickly, tell me what to do!!!"

Child God abruptly rose to her feet, a trace of horror on her face. "He stole all the Twisted Objects? What does he intend to do? Unsealing so many Twisted Objects at once is no joke!"

Even sealing a Rank A Twisted Object required an S-Class Mage to expend considerable effort, and each sealing facility contained at least ten Rank A Twisted Objects.

According to what they knew, the sealing facilities openly maintained by the various nations numbered four. There should be even more hidden ones...

If the stolen Twisted Objects could be described as "a large number," then it was probably far more than just ten Rank A Twisted Objects.

A cluster of numerous Rank A Twisted Objects was something even S-Class Mages could not handle. Moreover, Twisted Objects could interweave with one another and form even more colossal Twisted Objects.

Dozens of Rank A Twisted Objects were fully capable of giving birth to a disaster-level Rank S Twisted Object.

At present, the only known Rank S Twisted Objects were the New Holy Grail and the New Embroidered Ball. Each one was a Twisted Object capable of interfering with an entire continent.

Once a new Rank S Twisted Object appeared, the problem would become even more irreparable. It might even bury the S-Class Mages!

There was good reason for Lana to be so frantic!

This was truly a possibility of world destruction visible to the naked eye. If they did not resolve it, there was no way they could survive a disaster of this level!

"Begin operations immediately and reclaim the Twisted Objects! With so many Twisted Objects gathered together, the Space King's location has already been exposed!"

Child God's gaze pierced through the world, seeing countless pillars of light overlapping one another. "The location is the Equatorial Great Abyss. Let's go!"

The Equatorial Great Abyss was a special rift on the equator. It was said to be a ten-thousand-zhang abyss created when an ancient god hurled a spear. Its fame was widespread.

Holding a speech about becoming a god here really did set the mood!

"Some of you may recognize these two objects. That's right, they are Wa Emperor's embroidered ball and the One God's Holy Grail. These are Twisted Objects recorded in textbooks. There is only one reason they were recorded: human cognition can change their properties and dissolve the 'evil' inherent in their existence."

"The embroidered ball can reshape mountains and rivers, but it will exhaust humanity's potential and future. The Holy Grail can grant wishes, but it needs divine blood to fill the cup. What if there is no divine blood? Naturally, human blood can be used instead. Several hundred thousand people should roughly equal divine blood."

"This is the innate evil of the two 'divine artifacts.' And today, I am here to eliminate that evil."

"I, the Space King, shall borrow your strength!"

"Through this, I shall become a god. Through this, I shall eliminate that evil and erase the distortions of this world!"

The Space King was a handsome old man with slightly graying hair. It was impossible to tell that he was extremely old. His speech was decisive and forceful—not a plea for all humanity's help, but a statement of fact.

He pressed the embroidered ball into his heart. —The red embroidered ball fused into it, replacing his heart as it throbbed violently.

Next, he inserted the Holy Grail through his forehead. —The golden Holy Grail fused into him, replacing his brain, while blood transformed into his wisdom.

Just like that, he simply devoured the two great Twisted Objects, and indescribable divine light surged from his body.

Why could a human absorb a Twisted Object?

Every S-Class Mage revealed a look of doubt. If devouring a Twisted Object were truly this simple, there would not be only one person—the Lord of the Snow Palace—with the title of Child God. All of them should have been S-Class Mages.