A Cowardly God

"Ah... ah... ah..."

Baby-like, unconscious cries of "ah, ah" echoed through the room, conveying the purest terror from the depths of their owner's heart.

Meng Qi's body twisted naturally into a bizarre posture under the stimulation of extreme fear, like a rotten lump of spoiled flesh writhing continuously on the ground.

Feng Xi rested her cheek on one hand, her golden eyes not focused on Meng Qi at all.

"The path to Life 5.0 has already been opened. I can choose to wield the power of a God and go wherever I please, to every future that finite beings can possibly experience..."

"Or I can skip all the intermediate steps and go straight to that inevitable end."

Her index finger lightly poked the chaotic-colored Jianmu Fruit on the table. Each time her fingertip touched it, it trembled violently beyond her control.

One tiny figure after another leaped out of the fruit, their bodies suffused with an aura called fear.

That terrifying aura spread and swelled outward like boiling steam, while the strength of those tiny figures expanded sharply as well.

In an instant, those tiny figures turned into nothingness and vanished.

The immense power within them merged into the endlessly extending Paradise World, pushing those layered realities closer toward the Present Node.

This fruit was a perpetual-motion machine that provided infinite energy. Those who had died while peering into truth in the "Morning Dao" world were miners extracting and transporting fuel, allowing the levels of Paradise World to grow without end.

"Ah—!"

After a shriek of utter terror, Meng Qi's horribly distorted body crackled from head to toe.

His body expanded and contracted several times like a balloon before finally returning to its original human shape.

"Oh my God, that... that scared me to death!"

"I thought I was done