As Long As I Can Take Revenge, I'll Do Anything!

"The army... the military?"

Yu Xiaogang was stunned, completely unable to follow this abrupt change of thought.

"How can I build an army? I have nothing! I can't even recruit people!"

[Who said they needed anyone?]

The voice of the God of Wrath was full of mockery.

[Soul Beast! This vast forest is teeming with untamed wild beasts and low-level Soul Beast! Their souls are ignorant, their bodies are resilient, and their resistance to divine power far surpasses that of frail humans! More importantly—they reproduce rapidly!]

"Soul Beast?"

Yu Xiaogang was somewhat bewildered, then an absurd and chilling thought popped into his head.

"You... you want me to... lead the Soul Beast?"

He recalled his mutated, ferocious dragon-shaped Martial Soul... Could it be...?

[To command? No!]

The voice of the God of Wrath suddenly rose, carrying a chilling fervor.

[It is creation! You become their father! With your wrathful Divine Blood, ignite their life force, and give birth to a completely new race, utterly obedient to you, born with the Fire of Wrath burning within them!]

"Father...? He was conceived... with my blood?"

Yu Xiaogang's mind went blank for a moment.

His mutilated body trembled violently, not from pain, but from being utterly terrified by this insane plan that transcended ethics and imagination.

"You... you mean... you want me... to mate... with Soul Beast?! And then have children?!"

Every word was like a grain of sand squeezed from a throat, carrying the utmost absurdity and shame.

[Exactly!]

The voice of the God of Wrath was resolute and unquestionable, even carrying a twisted hint of triumph.

[I will bestow upon you the divine power of 'Fire of Procreation'! Your life essence will contain the most primal imprint of the Divine Power of Wrath. Any female Soul Beast, regardless of race or rank, whoever receives your 'blessing' and conceives your offspring, I can use my divine power to accelerate the maturation of the embryo within her womb! Within a few days, the cub will be born! And...]

His voice was full of seduction.

These cubs are born bearing the mark of your wrathful Divine Blood, and their growth rate far exceeds that of ordinary Soul Beast by ten or even a hundred times! They will Absorb power from slaughter and destruction, becoming your most loyal and ferocious minions!

"Born within days... grown a hundredfold..."

Yu Xiaogang murmured and repeated these words, which assaulted his remaining cognition. But what followed was a deeper fear and nausea.

"No... it's impossible!" he screamed, "I'm a human being! A dignified... how could I... how could I be with a beast... this is blasphemy! It's... it's..."

[Blasphemy?!]

The voice of the God of Wrath suddenly turned cold, like a polar wind, instantly freezing Yu Xiaogang's scream.

[Yu Xiaogang! Open your blood-covered eyes and look at yourself! Look at your severed arm! Look at that thing on your back that looks more like a monster than Martial Soul! Look at Flender's brains splattered on your face! You still think you're a human being?!]

The merciless mockery was like a cold knife, scraping away at his dignity piece by piece.

[You are now a lump of rotten flesh burning with rage! You are the kindling I temporarily take refuge in! You want revenge? You want to take back everything you've lost from Bibi Dong, Lin Xia, and that lackey of the Angel God? You want to ruin their reputations and make them kneel at your feet and wail?! Then put away your laughable human shame!]

[Power! Only power is real! As long as you can gain power, don't even mention mating and reproducing with Soul Beast, even if I asked you to devour ten thousand Soul Beast alive, you would still swallow them whole!]

A violent will assaulted Yu Xiaogang's soul, Sheer Force suppressing his instinctive resistance.

Think of Bibi Dong! Think of the way she looked at you, like you were a pile of garbage! Think of Lin Xia, who stole Liu Erlong's last shred of hope for you! Think of Flender, the incredulous look in his eyes as he stared at you before he died! Are these humiliations, these hatreds, not even worth as much as your pathetic pride?!

[Either accept the God's blessing and become the ruler of a Legion of Wrath, possessing the power to take revenge on those favored by the gods! Or...]

The voice of the God of Wrath suddenly turned incredibly sinister, filled with tangible killing intent.

[I, the God, will now extinguish this worthless tinderbox of yours, reclaim everything I have bestowed upon you, and let this lump of rotten flesh decay completely in this cold stone, never to be reborn! The choice is yours!]

The chilling killing intent tightened around Yu Xiaogang's neck like a physical shackle.

He gasped for breath, the pain from his severed arm seemingly gone, leaving only the excruciating agony of his soul being torn apart and boundless fear.

Bibi Dong's indifferent gaze, Lin Xia's all-knowing eyes, Flender's shattered head... scenes flashed wildly before my eyes, ultimately transforming into overwhelming resentment and unwillingness.

"No... I don't want to die..."

Yu Xiaogang let out a hoarse, gurgling sound as his mind was repeatedly torn between extreme humiliation and the instinct for survival.

The flames of vengeance, Sheer Force fueled by the most filthy fuel by the God of Wrath, began to burn fiercely in a twisted way.

He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, the crimson light in his only remaining right eye completely overwhelmed the fear and shame, leaving only a hysterical madness and numbness.

He grinned, revealing teeth stained with blood and brain matter, and let out a chilling, guttural laugh, like a broken bellows.

"Heh... hehehe... hahahahaha..."

Laughter echoed in the cold cave, filled with self-destructive madness.

"Great... great! Soul Beast... having babies... hahahaha! As long as I can get revenge... as long as they can taste this bitterness too... I'll do anything! Anything!!"

He pounded the ground with his remaining right hand and roared:

"Come, God of Wrath! Tell me what to do?! Tell me how to make those beasts... conceive my seed?!"

At this moment, the Yu Xiaogang who once spouted theories and considered himself superior was completely dead, leaving only a vengeful ghost twisted by hatred and divine power, willing to become a tool for the reproduction of wild beasts.

[Very good!]

The voice of the God of Wrath carried a twisted, triumphant gleam of triumph.

[First, you need to recover some strength. Deep within this cave lies a sulfur vein, containing a faint trace of earth fire essence. Though mixed, it can nourish your weakened body. Crawl over! Crawl over like a worm and absorb it! Then... I will guide you to find the first 'mother'!]

[Let's start with... the lowest-ranking, most ignorant, and most prolific Soul Beast! For example... those filthy, greedy, pack-like 'hyenas'! They will be the first cornerstone of your Legion of Wrath!]

His voice, like the whisper of a demon, painted a bloody, absurd, and nauseating picture of the future for Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang did not hesitate, or rather, he had lost the ability to hesitate.

Struggling, he used his remaining right hand and legs, like a real worm, to drag his broken body, leaving behind a trail of blood and ashen dust, inch by inch, toward the depths of the cave where a faint sulfurous Stench and scorching heat emanated.

His eyes burned with a mad light, and he had only one twisted thought in his mind.

Survive, reproduce, build an army, and seek revenge!