Chapter 483
This world is not simply for entertainment; it uses an entire world and a replica as a rebirth pod, a scale far beyond imagination.
"I exist in the past, present, and future; even the Reincarnation Game cannot erase me."
Taiyi never boasts. Regardless of whether it's Yuki or not, the moment the Rebirth Plan is activated, that sword that should have remained countless years ago will catch up to this place.
'Death' is the result, Truth established by the Taiyi, like Ouroboros, no matter what ability or plan you have, you cannot escape this vicious cycle.
"This is terrifying. These reincarnators are stronger than I ever imagined."
Yuki looked up and saw that the twelve high-backed chairs were gone, and only sobs could be heard in the air, as if they were begging for mercy.
Parallel worlds and abnormal timelines are useless; the outcome is already predetermined, and even a million plans would not succeed.
That was a battle on a different level. People who were already 'dead' would fight eternally, transcending time and cause and effect. Yuki had no right to interfere. He stood up with his spear and strode forward.
The high-backed chair disappeared, replaced by a funnel-shaped object that floated in mid-air and looked quite enormous.
Countless spiraling bands of light spread outwards from it into the starry sky, densely packed, each filled with endless rules and information.
The Divine Torch —this is what sustains the Great Game, rendering all races powerless to resist.
Yuki quickly surveyed the area, then focused his gaze on the funnel, where a black vortex hung, dripping tears like an eye, and a vertical line connected it to the funnel.
The vortex looks similar to the one at the Outpost?
Yuki was taken aback. This didn't really prove anything; there were plenty of strange and unusual things in the various dungeons. But the God of War, Marcus, had mentioned his wish, which inevitably led to speculation.
This world originally did not belong to the Reincarnation Game; it was originally the territory of the reincarnators themselves. That's for sure. No one wants to be sent to their own home by the Reincarnation Game.
As for how Yuki did it, no one knows, but the logic is definitely there, and what happened next is also easy to predict.
Due to the Great Cataclysm, the reincarnators were slaughtered by Taiyi, and even the Survivors were cut off from all contact. This world was then repurposed by the Reincarnation Game.
Yuki was no novice; he knew that while the power of the Reincarnation Game was immense, it wasn't limitless, and that even the dungeons had multiple sources, some even containing elements from other games.
For example, the Zerg Queen and the Witch God, whose territories are included in the Reincarnation Game, must be bound together by some kind of connection to the game's core.
"Is this the link between the game and the dungeon?" Yuki said urgently, but as he circled the Divine Torch, his heart began to race.
The deeper he went into the instance, the more he discovered that there was much more to discover than just the Judge. This instance was very special; it was almost impossible for players to get this far.
"Marcus's wish is to achieve true redemption; in other words, to prevent the Reincarnation Game from sending players back in."
He looked at the tear line; it was impossible. Yuki didn't even consider trying. After thinking for a while, he slowly touched the Divine Torch with his hand, his pupils slightly contracting.
[Player Yuki, you have obtained the Divine Torch and can set new rules for the Crimson Moon World. One-hour countdown begins.]
Wait a minute, where the hell did I get the Divine Torch?
Yuki used all his strength, but couldn't budge it. This funnel-shaped thing was like a mountain; how could he possibly lift it? But the countdown was already flashing. The Reincarnation Game never provides explanations.
"This should be something like the cornerstone of the world. No, this instance is very special; it belongs to a world created by the reincarnators themselves."
His thoughts raced with the flickering light, his eyes darting between the swirling eddies, tear stains, and the Divine Torch. For some reason, he remembered a boast he had once made, the very boast that had brought him trouble.
If we compare the Reincarnation Game to a big tree, the countless dungeons are like branches and leaves growing on the trunk, and the branches and leaves are connected to the branches by the petioles.
How do you peel a leaf off a tree?
Yuki looked at the tear stains. The solution was simple: pick the leaves off. But the question was, how?
My thoughts had reached a dead end. My hand passed through the tear stains, but there was no indication of anything, nor did I feel anything.
This thing is pure nothingness, and the subsequent Epic Metamorphosis also yielded no results.
No matter what ability or qualitative change it may be, even if it involves cause and effect or time, you cannot come into contact with something from another dimension.
"Future Diary? No way, I know nothing about Tear Marks, so it's impossible for me to write any scripts." Yuki simply opened the panel, his gaze sweeping over each line of the table of contents. Most other players would have given up at this stage.
He had already received the rewards he was entitled to and gathered the information he needed, but Yuki. "I inherited Taiyi's will and suffered so much; surely I have gained something from this."
Wait, Taiyi?
Yuki's expression turned strange as he suddenly remembered something that wasn't displayed on the player panel.
With a clenched fist, he took out the Black Blade from his storage space. Based on their previous encounter and what he had just witnessed, Yuki was now certain that this sword belonged to Taiyi.
He looked at the black tear stains and tightened his grip on the knife hilt slightly.
The inscription on the knife Total Annihilation.
The clamor of the battlefield has subsided, wreckage and corpses float everywhere in space, the Divine Realm has been sealed off, and ultimately no one can cross the forbidden zone.
The Divine Race, Angels, Monster Race, Humans, Machine Race, Insect Race, and eight players stopped in their tracks, bewildered and at a loss, just inches from the Divine Torch.
They were the losers, the outsiders, who could only quietly await the judgment of the victors, but the tense atmosphere remained.
It was so close, stopping right at the last minute. Who could accept that?
But rules are rules, and no one can take that final step. They just stare at each other, then quickly recover their strength to prepare for any unexpected events.
"Why? When did you side with humanity?"
The Celestial Wing was covered in blood, his beautiful face contorted with rage. He had truly fought desperately, risking everything for the long-cherished wish of countless angels, yet at this very moment, he had stopped.
The person who stopped him was none other than one of his own allies.
"Girl, shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Abdulas's voice was weak. He had flown here with his last breath, and was about to become the Supreme Lezi.
Frieren, who was supposed to cover Him, suddenly stopped, and was then stopped by the Machine Soul.
"I don't want you to die." Frieren said expressionlessly. To be honest, she had spent more than a month with this Magical Beasts, and it was impossible for her not to have some feelings for it.
"I've said it before, the closer I get to the Divine Torch, the happier I am. What does it matter if I die?"
"But I still don't want you to die. Facing him head-on will definitely kill you." Frieren repeated. She knew Yuki well; that man would never hold back.
"I have a feeling you guys are all in cahoots?" Abdulas muttered, and the other forces close to the Divine Torch shared the same thought.
The Voidspace Puppet seemed to have coordinates, suddenly jumping in front of them. Then, the Machine Race and the Humans pounced on them, seemingly without any benefit to themselves. They didn't want the Divine Torch, nor did they engage in a race; they just wanted to prevent anyone from getting close.
If it weren't for the Machine Soul inheriting the authority, the Hive Mind would have absolute control and would have fallen into internal strife.
For this day, countless races have perished, countless cities have vanished, and even the earth has been scorched. Every race and every individual has a strong desire for the Divine Torch.
Frieren couldn't explain, nor did she need to. Things had come to this point, and regardless of whether they were enemies or friends before, everyone was stuck at the finish line.
"Mr. Rod promised Om that he would bring eternal peace to the world."
The Machine Soul did speak, but it was met with ridicule and sarcasm from various races.
"You believe this nonsense? Who are their accomplices? Has your database been tampered with?"
The players are not only understood by the Divine Race; they only take the most precious treasures and don't care about the lives of other races.
The Great Game could no longer continue because there were very few living people left in the world, and no one was talking about war anymore. If Yuki left, they would just fight to the last man here, venting their hatred completely. It was the eliminated races that became the Survivors.
But so what? The land is no longer suitable for life, and they will perish sooner or later.
"Om doesn't believe it." The Machine Soul shook its head slightly, drawing countless doubts. "But the probability of the Machine Race obtaining the Divine Torch is less than 1%. If someone does obtain it, Om would rather give it to Mr. Rod, even though Mr. Rod is clumsy, cunning, and a lolicon. Om would still trust him if he had no other choice."
This is the attitude of the Machine Soul, which sounds both rational and emotional, but Tianyi Chang will never accept it.
"Just because you believe? Such a ridiculous reason!?"
"Yes, I trust him more than you do."
"Why?"
"Because your wishes are unknown, no one knows what the world will become, but Mr. Rod asked Om about his wish and promised to grant it."
The Machine Soul is a bit dim-witted. You could say she's not smart, since she chose the safest path, but she's far from being rational either.
Oaths are empty words, devoid of any credibility.
"Mr. Rod is a trustworthy man; he has always kept his promises, so Om's choice is correct." The Machine Soul recalled its past with Yuki, and this trust was built up little by little, not out of thin air.
"The Monster Race, you revere the strong. The God of War was defeated by Mr. Rod, so he should rightfully be given to him."
The Storm Giant Whale and the Annihilation Seeker exchanged a glance but remained silent. They weren't stupid; they were already at their limit, so why should they compete with Yuki?
"Humans, you are Mr. Rod's family, and you should have no improper thoughts."
"Yes, great Machine Soul." Lucy lowered her head and led the remaining warships to block their path. Yuki had made humanity great again, and being able to stand on this stage was already an unparalleled honor.
"Insect Race, you obey your familiars, and Mr. Sora, you must be looking forward to it too." The Machine Soul then looked at the boy in the farthest distance, who chuckled and shrugged.
He wasn't exactly just a bystander, but he also had no intention of vying for dominance with Yuki. The reason was simple: the latter was just as smart as him, but much more capable in combat. He was more curious about what kind of trouble this guy could cause.
"Divine Race, the God of War is dead. You should be considering how to continue this legacy."
The surviving leader of the Divine Race remained silent, his eyes filled with hatred. He knew that if he hadn't made a move, he would have been wiped out by the combined forces. Now, he had taken his revenge.
"Angels, do you think Mai Sakurajima and the others are bad people?"
The Machine Soul posed a rhetorical question to the Angels. The remaining thousand or so angels exchanged bewildered glances. Miss Mai Sakurajima and the others were friends, so they couldn't be considered bad, but at this moment, good and bad were no longer distinguishable.
Skywing, flapping his remaining wing and wielding a flaming longsword, declared, "They betrayed the Angels, ruining countless years of planning. I don't care whether they're good or bad, so now—"
"So now, please wait with Om." The Machine Soul interrupted her, smiling as it raised its hands. "Like a guessing game, let's wait patiently for the result. Everyone has done their best, so let's take a good rest."
The soft murmur echoed, and everyone, regardless of their thoughts, let out a long sigh.
That's nonsense. It's like a teacher collecting exam papers; even if you're close, you're worlds apart, and no one can change the outcome.
Are we just going to wait here?
No, you can also pray.
Many people swallowed their curses. Yes, now all they could do was wait. Looking back at the whole battle, they felt like they had unwittingly helped others achieve their goals.
Tension, hatred, anticipation, despondency, indifference...
Countless emotions were intertwined. The Divine Race wanted to remind these fools several times that they had lost their chance for redemption because they were competing with them. In the entire space, only Mai Sakurajima and the others remained calm.
They knew all the secrets, and they knew even more that Yuki would keep his promise.
"The Divine Torch is responding!"
It's unclear how much time passed, or who shouted, but all the remaining thousands of life forms opened their mouths wide.
A sun appeared overhead, and countless bands of light radiated from it, spreading throughout the world, and like a gentle breeze, it dispersed the red clouds at our feet.
The starry sky revolved around the sun, and a colossal planet lay beneath their feet, its rays radiating intense light. No one appreciated this magnificent sight, for the whispers of the gods echoed in their ears.
[Great Game, continue.]
The sound made everyone's hearts stop beating. Hatred and despair erupted like a volcano. Even Om's expression changed drastically, experiencing excruciating pain.
This is betrayal, this is deception.
[1. The world is reset, returning to the golden age.]
[2. No Violence or War?: In this world, all acts of killing, war, and plunder are prohibited. All disputes and conflicts must be resolved through gameplay, not through violence.]
[3. Resolving Disputes Through Games: All disputes will be resolved through games. Whether it's a personal grudge or a group conflict, the two parties will determine the winner by playing games, and the winner will resolve the issue.]
[4. Fair Betting: In this game, both sides must bet an equal stake. Unfair competition is prohibited to ensure level playing field.]
[5. No losers: Regardless of winning or losing the game, survival is not affected. The winner will gain more resources, but no race will be eliminated.]
New rules were injected into the world, leaving everyone bewildered. What the hell was this? Was this still Great Game?
Of all the people, only Kong stared wide-eyed at the sky in horror.
This... this is blatant plagiarism of my idea?
If he obtained the Divine Torch, he would establish this rule, but Yuki never even asked himself.
"What's going on? What kind of game is this?"
"But it sounds really good."
Does He want us to become like children playing house?
"Otherwise, do you want to fight to the last man?"
Whispers arose, it was another Great Game, but completely different from before. Before they could think it through, a bright light had already enveloped everyone.
[Rules set, new game begins, players please get ready.]
No one can defy the rules. In just a moment, when everyone opened their eyes, something even stranger happened.
The warship lost power and crashed, and one terrifying weapon after another went into lock-on mode, but no one rushed to start fighting. They just stared at each other, because things were changing too fast, and they didn't even know where they were. As they looked around, this sense of bewilderment grew.