Someone Was Secretly Stirring Things Up

Most of the exchangeable abilities in the Main God Space are nerfed versions. For example, the ubiquitous vampire bloodline enhances strength, speed, and reflexes, but removes the weakness of fearing sunlight.

Don't think this is a good thing. The Supreme God is not a philanthropist. What is deleted is not only weaknesses, but also the skills that should be inherent in one's bloodline.

Taking the vampire bloodline as another example, those Reincarnator as vampires cannot 'First Embrace' and create offspring; the most fearsome aspect of vampires—their contagiousness—is removed.

There wasn't even the most basic First Embrace, let alone things like Dark Magic or superpowers. They were all deleted, leaving only a blank account.

Of course, the main god didn't go too far.

Want these abilities?

Sure! No problem at all, but there's one condition...

You have to pay more!

So, don't be fooled by how cool and awesome the abilities of the Reincarnator seem; when it comes to a real fight, they're not all that impressive.

Zheng Shi is a Level 5 water-type Metahuman, a very high level, only one level away from becoming a god among mortals. But this is only on the surface. Like most Reincarnator, his abilities are entirely dependent on spending money and cannot be developed independently, resulting in numerous flaws.

Zheng Shi knew his own limitations. He was an extreme Reincarnator who needed the right environment to maximize his output. He dared to step forward and accept Russell's provocation because of the East River, New York beneath his feet.

When there is a water source, and a large amount of water, he is the king!

"Kid, this isn't the place for you to show off."

Zheng Shi sneered, implying that it was his turn to put on a show. Without him making any move, the East River, New York surged wildly, its calm surface churning into towering waves, the tide rising instantly above the highest point of the Brooklyn Bridge.

The Reincarnator on both sides retreated one after another. The Night Demons cheered, while the humans were secretly annoyed. They had chosen the wrong place to start the battle, giving the enemy a terrain advantage and handing over their crowd control and damage output.

Amidst the raging storm, Russell's small sampan barely held on for a moment before being submerged by the Great Tsunami. It never showed its face from beginning to end, only letting out a defiant roar before sinking.

After dealing with the smaller foes, Zheng Shi realized something was wrong. He hadn't heard the main god's kill notification sound. Just as he was about to check Russell's body, a sudden change occurred.

The river surged and swelled, and a huge wave rushed in from afar at high speed, creating a wall of water more than 100 meters high, which reached the Brooklyn Bridge in the blink of an eye.

The indiscriminate attack came suddenly. The next second, the water wall folded away from the human camp's Reincarnator and slammed into the Night Demon camp, drawing angry shouts from all sides. There was a traitor among them.

"Holy crap! Are you crazy? How can you attack your own people?"

"Damn it, that guy's a traitor, he's not on our side!"

"No, I didn't, I didn't do it."

Zheng Shi hurriedly explained, putting all his strength into trying to stop the tide, his face turning red and his neck bulging, but the tide only rose higher and faster.

This scene, as seen by the Reincarnator of the Night Demon faction, was like a mockery of their intelligence, and they all cursed Zheng Shi for being too fake in his acting.

"Quick! Sniper, kill him right now!"

"Brothers, let's go! Kill those bastards and rescue our teammates!"

"..."

Rumble!!!

The waves spread out, like a giant hand covering the sky, and the immeasurable force of the water pressed down, instantly engulfing the figures of the Reincarnator.

In an instant, all sorts of abilities were revealed: elemental magic, superpowers, martial arts, mechs... The East River, New York roared continuously, and the river surface was painted in all sorts of colors.

The waves surged in all directions, leaving only two piers on the bare Brooklyn Bridge. The Reincarnator, some suspended in mid-air and others standing on the water, fought fiercely, Supernatural Abilities displaying their unique abilities.

Completely bewildered, Zheng Shi was shot down from mid-air by a black gun, losing an arm and falling into the Donghe River. He lay submerged in the water, opening his spherical protective shield to figure out what was wrong.

"What's going on? Where did this wave of rumors come from? Who's secretly stirring up trouble and trying to frame me?"

Zheng Shi suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and Russell's villainous face popped into his mind. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Damn bastard, he actually used me as a pawn!"

At this moment, two streams of water pierced in from outside the defensive shield, dragging Zheng Shi's feet downwards.

"Gollum gurgle—"

As the water pressure forced the air out of his chest, Zheng Shi was horrified to discover that he could not control the surrounding water source; his LV5 water-based superpower had failed.

East River, New York expressed her innocence, saying it wasn't that she lacked integrity, but rather that the other side had a much stronger background, Zheng Shi with no choice but to suffer injustice.

Clang!

In the dim underwater light, a silver ray pierced Zheng Shi's chest, blood rapidly flowing out. His eyes widened as he faced a sinister face shrouded in black mist.

Zheng Shi's face contorted as he realized that his blood was still under control. Without hesitation, he gripped the Adamantium Blade in front of his chest tightly and drew out a large amount of blood, which transformed into five steel blades that stabbed down at Russell.

Perish together!

Russell kicked Zheng Shi in the chest, discarded the Adamantium Blade, and with two Desert Eagle in hand, pulled the trigger repeatedly, bursting into blood as he severely wounded Zheng Shi and killed him.

Five blood-red steel blades remained frozen in the water, turning into blood and dissipating after Zheng Shi's death.

After finishing his business, Russell raised his hand to recall his longsword, his malicious gaze fixed on the water above him, and began to target the other Reincarnator.

The river surface had frozen into an ice field at some point. The two camps of Reincarnator engaged in fierce battle, with impressive sound effects, but they didn't really exert any real strength. In most cases, they relied on sneak attacks and assassinations, doing whatever was most energy-efficient.

The Supreme God unleashed a devastating attack this time, a terrifying number equivalent to 20 War World, which terrified the Reincarnator. Given the long duration of this mission and the inability to resupply midway, it's unwise to exert too much effort in the early and mid-stages; otherwise, the momentum will wane, and all the previous efforts will be in vain.

To put it bluntly, survival is the most important thing!

Russell watched from underwater as the Reincarnator went through the motions, exchanging pleasantries and empty promises before striking unexpectedly. He felt he should do something about it.

He doesn't belong to any faction, and he can barely be considered a teammate of the Reincarnator who chose the human side. But they are teammates now, but it's uncertain in the next world, so... it would be best if all these people died.

Luo the Troublemaker Su is back online, with dozens of tiny streams of water spreading out, wrapping around the hands, feet, or torsos of the two combatants, freezing them in place for a second or two.

In a life-or-death struggle, a second is too long—long enough to be fatal.

Three Reincarnator died in a daze, while many others were severely injured and hurriedly retreated to receive treatment. The smell of blood filled the air, and the readily available Reward Points attracted 'sharks' from different factions.

Faced with the frenzied attacks, the wounded Reincarnator refused to surrender and began to fight desperately, revealing their trump cards.

Russell the cat occasionally extended a water tentacle from underwater, pulling this and pushing that. Seeing this, I nodded to myself, thinking that his silent dedication had not been in vain. The battlefield was finally entering a truly heated phase.