Chapter 479

Has negotiating terms with a dungeon boss ever happened?

Sora scratched his head and gestured to Yuuki to Yuki. As a 'pacifist,' he empathized with the Crimson Moon World and did not want to fight to the death with the powerful God of War.

Yuki fell into deep thought. In fact, the dungeon was already completed, and whoever obtained the Divine Torch could return. He didn't care about a few more reward points.

He simply felt that the 'Divine Torch' was no ordinary thing; severing the connection to the Reincarnation Game was unheard of, and it was the answer that Yuki had been searching for.

"If I leave you the 'Divine Torch,' can you truly achieve your goal?"

"Uncertain, but it's the only possibility." The God of War was honest, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, but since this is such a precious item, I can't leave it to you," Yuki said coldly. Seeing the frankness and disappointment in the God of God of War's eyes, and even Ikaros and Sora beside him showing disdain.

He's like a greedy player who'd risk everything for the smallest gain; that kind of person is definitely not likable.

Yuki's idea was simple: Marcus was too naive. Severing ties with the Reincarnation Game and taking control of his own Destiny?

That's impossible; if it were possible, it would only be through 'Taiyi'.

"Fine, I never expected you to give up your benefits or have pity on our Destiny." Marcus shook his head, and with a snap of his fingers, countless cracks appeared in the space, like glass.

He had achieved his goal: to safely escape the Divine Realm and return to clean up the mess. In any case, he had to obtain the Divine Torch; those servants were too naive.

Yuki let Him leave, and now fighting to the death is too risky.

"I won't participate in the battles that follow. Whoever wants that Divine Torch can take it." Kong chose to withdraw, which went against his principles.

Yuki nodded, not angry. This was more like the Blank he remembered, and he was glad that the Reincarnation Game hadn't corrupted him.

"Miss Ikaros, and you?"

"I will fulfill my contract, but I have already repaid all the favors I owe," the angel replied calmly, with an air of business.

Okay, I accidentally raised my reputation to the "Indifferent" level.

Yuki didn't care. A hero is someone who won't be understood by most people. He wasn't bothered by it; he cared more about tangible benefits.

These secrets merely broadened Sora's and Ikaros's horizons and aroused their compassion, but for Yuki, their significance was unimaginable.

Even if it's just a possibility, he would never miss it, or rather, Shiki Ryougi has been exploring this "possibility" for an unknown amount of time.

Just as they were swept up without warning, their departure from the Divine Realm was instantaneous. Suddenly, the three found themselves standing in the void, witnessing a fierce battlefield.

Various beams of light, magic, and powers clashed as warships streaked towards the ground, leaving trails as tens of thousands of lives fought for the same thing, scrambling to reach the finish line.

The departing gods look down, smiling, and then, like a frustrating price cut on Pinduoduo, no matter how hard you try, that tiny bit of progress is just a joke. You can almost hear their gleeful laughter.

Not enough, not enough, far from enough!

Kong withdrew his gaze and retreated without hesitation. For him, the war was over. Rationally, he didn't want to take any more risks, and emotionally, he was deeply shaken.

Ikaros flew back to the Machine Race fleet, where her friends were, and she didn't care about the truth.

Only Yuki stood in the void, looking with a playful expression at the fault line between the moon and the Divine Torch.

If I'm not mistaken, I was just pulled into that place, so why would they let me out?

As the most powerful player, Marcus shouldn't be so naive as to fight me to the death, so why not keep me locked up in the Divine Realm? Why is the Divine Realm so close to the Divine Torch?

He can't do it; the rules don't allow anyone to stay. So why not allow anyone to stay?

"Mr. Yuki, you're finally back." Hiyori's voice broke through his thoughts, causing Yuki to refocus his attention on the chaotic battlefield.

Five races and more than a dozen lineages were locked in a fierce battle, with neither side employing any formation. They were either exchanging fire at long range or engaging in hand-to-hand combat inside the warships. Even if the God of War were to return, it would be difficult for him to command them.

Well done! That's exactly the kind of chaos we need. It's in the chaos that we unite Isshin.

Boom--

A tremendous explosion rang out, and a golden stream of light Piercer through the bow and stern of an Angels warship. The surrounding angels froze, as if they were under a halo of mental impairment.

Armor shattered, the God of War of War, wielding a greatsword, stood in the deep sky, coldly staring at Yuki.

The two exchanged a glance, Yuki's eyes turned to the distant Divine Torch, his mind focused on only one thing: sending a message to all his companions.

"At any cost, help me obtain the Divine Torch!"

Chapter Twenty-Eight: I'm a General Now, the God of War!

War!

Despite all the fancy gimmicks, the war returned to its original form: the two sides lined up and fought against a backdrop of starry sky and a shattered moon.

The races from the ground have been tempered by war, while the Divine Race standing in the clouds are incredibly powerful.

On one side was a steel fleet, and on the other were all sorts of strange and wonderful talents and skills. The two sides fought fiercely, and the number of exploding warships and fallen Divine Race was countless.

The fighting, the slaughter, the hysterical struggle for survival—it was undeniably a perfect drama. Now I finally understand why gamers create Great Game.

Yuki sat on the bridge of the Radiance, watching the bustling battlefield outside, the humans working hard on the bridge, their brows covered in sweat, and Lucy and her team, fully armed and leading the charge to eliminate the invaders.

He showed no intention of interfering, simply resting his head on his hand and observing everything. It was somewhat like the story of the dragon-slaying hero who ultimately became the dragon himself, with the player's suffering being vented on these characters in the script.

Boom--

A dazzling fireball exploded in the distance as a Machine Race octopus warship self-destructed, taking with it the Divine Race that had invaded its hull. The Storm Giant Whale let out a mournful cry as countless black beetles covered its body, frantically devouring it.

The beautiful and enormous Sky City trembled incessantly as angels with missing limbs bombarded their homeland.

The admiring gaze was tinged with disgust, but Yuki had no time for sentimentality.

"Marcus is quite something; instead of trying to reorganize the formation, he just disrupted it with chaos."

The Divine Race have more than twenty lineages, each with different skills. Yuki is too lazy to describe their physical characteristics. As bystanders, they naturally haven't evolved various war machines.

To fight in a straight line would be certain death; before even getting close, you'd be bombarded by various forms of fire. The only options are to engage in chaotic battles and close-quarters combat, making the most of individual skills.

Since the warp was attached to the moon's surface and could not be bypassed when approaching the Divine Torch, Hiyori could not gain command, the five races fought their own battles, causing chaos on the battlefield. Yuki was infiltrated by Void Lineage.

He didn't intend to interfere, only occasionally glancing at the screen to capture the battle scenes of his senior and the others. This was their battlefield, and they should be the ones to reap the rewards. However, he clenched his fists when he saw Frieren being buried by the beetle swarm, and only breathed a sigh of relief when Mona tricked Abdulas into coming to his aid.

He's not a babysitter, nor can he protect everyone. As long as you're still a player, there's a risk of falling. There's nothing you can do except choose to believe.

"Hahaha, you lazy whale, I have to save you."

"I never invited you; you offered to help."

"Heh, you've got a tough tongue. Think about how to survive first!"

Hearing the Roar of the two Magical Beasts, Yuki couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that Mona had completely fooled the Annihilation Seeker, and the Storm Giant Whale was actually quite arrogant.

Damn it, Pinduoduo is offering a discount, right? Why aren't we at the final step yet?

Looking at the Divine Torch, Yuki couldn't smile again. The thing hadn't changed much; only his intuition told him that the progress bar was increasing.

How many people have died? Ten thousand or twenty thousand? The battlefield must be fierce enough, why hasn't it shown up yet?

Yuki felt like a sprinter, ready to sprint out and snatch the Divine Torch, but the starting gun just wouldn't fire.

Fortunately, my side Isshin and has the advantage in strength, while Marcus has to take the field himself.

He looked at the golden meteor streaking across the monitor. The God of War was indeed the God of War; his halberd was unstoppable.

He charged through the city under the weight of a strategic-level city-destroying magic, fighting his way from one end of Sky City to the other. Relying on his bloodline to suppress the enemy, the Angels were no match for him. In the end, it was only through the combined efforts of the senior sister team and the Skywing Captain that they were able to stop him. Then, he flashed away from the battlefield, cutting off one of Abdulas's wings along the way, and pounced on the Machine Race.

The ground allied forces were arranged in a crescent moon formation, with the Angels at the forefront and two Magical Beasts roaming and killing. The humans, on the other hand, hid behind the crescent moon, bearing the least pressure, while the Machine Race, resolutely carrying out the orders of the Machine Soul, provided cover in front.

That's about it.

Yuki took a deep breath and looked at the screen in the middle, where a small, white-haired girl with several pairs of steel wings was none other than the Machine Soul Om.

"Om, have you captured a few epic-level combatants?"

"Besides the God of War Marcus, there are seven left, no, now there are six." Om's terrifying scanning and calculation abilities gave him complete insight into the chaotic battlefield, and he saw the black beetles melting like candles.

"Correction: There are five now, but the combined fleet only has four. We are burning the battlefield with numbers and flesh and blood."

Kong withdrew, Tianyi Chang and the two Magical Beasts were severely injured, Ikaros had been fighting for so long and was already exhausted, and she had just taken over the authority, so she didn't have time to take over the data energy.

"So, Mr. Rod, the outcome is still uncertain. How long do you intend to keep us, these mere consumables, fighting like this?"

"Fight until the Divine Torch appears, Om. You should also personally lead the vanguard to exchange for the Angels allies. I will use them to fight the God of War later."

"Mr. Rod, you really are like a villain, ruthless and cold-blooded." The Machine Soul looked at the man coldly.

"The more blood is poured on it, the more beautiful the flower of peace will bloom. Besides, I am the villain after all."

"So, Mr. Rod, the villain, can you really grant Om's wish?"

"Yes, and even better than you think."

Their crimson eyes met, and after a moment, the scene blurred as a hundred-strong Machine Race emerged from the dilapidated giant ship, abandoning their own fleet and flying towards the Sky City.

This stunned Lucy, who had just repelled the invaders. She looked at Yuki with a shocked expression, not understanding what kind of spell he had cast on these metal figures.

"I'm curious how I did it?" Yuki turned his head to look.

"Yes, what program did you implant into the Netway Will that made her willing to give up her own interests?"

The program? The Electronic Bug Spore weren't very useful. In my plan, the Netway Will was destined to die anyway; it was just that Marcus helped.

"This is trust and calculation. She knows I can do it, and only I can do it." Yuki, too lazy to analyze things like the low chances of the Machine Race obtaining the Divine Torch and the better investment in him, simply asked:

"Lucy, what would you do if you got the Divine Torch?"

The girl was stunned. She had never imagined such a thing, nor did humans have such fantasies. They had simply followed Yuuki out of habit because Yuki had freed them from their rat identity.

"I want to live a good life and never go back to a life of uncertainty and hunger."

It's a very simple wish, because the speed of human development is too fast, and humanity doesn't have much ambition.

"Then do you believe me?"

"I have no doubt that you saved humanity. This whole time has felt like a dream. Just being able to participate in this war is beyond my wildest imagination." The girl looked at the golden blood on her power armor and never imagined that she would plunge a blade into the chest of Divine Race.

Not long ago, she didn't even know what the Divine Race were.

Because he had too many things to do, Yuki, the hands-off manager, rarely had heart-to-heart talks with his own race. He glanced at the unfamiliar, tired, yet eager faces on the Yuki and nodded after receiving a signal from his senior.

He has no sense of mission and feels no pressure. Since the beginning of Bloodthirsty Red Moon, Yuki has never deliberately saved anyone, nor has he taken the initiative to become a hero.

Destiny always entrusts the heavy responsibilities of the times to me, no, it should be said that it entrusts them to the strongest.

Yuki slowly rose to his feet, looking down at the battlefield like a king. The halo of the Divine Torch gradually became brilliant, just like his excited face turning red from the fierce fighting.

"Okay, I'll take care of this."

Almost there, the final step is almost here.

At the same time, Marcus also raised his head, his face not showing ecstasy, but a sense of relief.

Over the years, through countless accidents, the original plan had long since crumbled, Destiny had been excessively stubborn, just as He had desperately tried to preserve His race, yet still suffered heavy losses.

In the Great Game arena, there are no bystanders. No matter how noble or far-sighted you are, in the end you must stand on the stage like the lowest gladiator, shedding blood to greet the cheers.

To Destiny with fate!

The God of War gritted his teeth, his anger seemingly about to ignite his body; his Destiny was in his own hands!

"Pras, Klivals, Drakes, the final step is here. Countless compatriots have given their lives for this Great Game. We have killed one another; now is our chance for redemption."

No one spoke in the communication network; everyone was blinded by rage. They knew the truth, which only fueled their fury.

No intelligent being wants to be a toy for someone else's amusement. In this Great Game, the role of the Divine Race is actually quite simple:

As watchdogs, slaughtering the victors on earth under the very noses of the gods, a race forged through countless trials is bound to become powerful, filled with aspirations for the future, before being annihilated by sheer force.

If the gods do not leave, there can be no victor in the Great Game. Even if the earthly races devise countless schemes and fight with all their might to finally break through the Divine Race' defenses, the gods will personally intervene and crush all hope.

Nothing is more pleasurable than giving someone hope and then extinguishing it with your own hands; if there is, then it's about doing it a few more times.

Marcus didn't need to tell Yuki to guess these things, but this was the last shred of dignity for the Divine Race.

"Then let's fight, fight with all our might, and entangle these ignorant servants." Marcus watched as a 'sun' rose in the deep sky, the last glimmer of the Flame Lineage leader, and gripped his halberd tightly.

"This Great Game should, and can only, end in our hands. We must never entrust our Destiny to the gods. We will redeem ourselves for our sins. The Crimson Moon World will forever remain in our hands!"

His tone was as firm as steel. Marcus was not exactly a great and righteous hero; he had his own selfish desires. But he would never place his hopes on Yuki, no matter how harmless the latter appeared.

He knew all too well what players were: a group of pathetic creatures who would stop at nothing to climb up the social ladder for power.

"Yes, sir."

"Void Lineage, follow me!"