Chapter 31
At that moment, a phrase took concrete form in their minds.
[Gods must not be looked upon!]
They had thought it was just something those old swindlers or delusional teenagers had made up.
But at that moment, they believed it. Mainly because, given the situation before their eyes, they had no choice.
If they were to...
The moment that thought arose, the researchers hurriedly shook their heads, casting out those jumbled thoughts.
They really did not dare let their minds wander, nor did they dare think any further.
In the laboratory, the elderly professors looked at the shattered screen of the supercomputer before them, exchanging glances. No one spoke.
First, the impact of this incident was simply too great for them.
They had believed firmly in science all their lives, yet now someone had told them-no, they had seen with their own eyes-that a god existed.
Merely reviving the tiniest trace of power from a memory had produced such terrifying capabilities!
They simply did not dare imagine what would happen if they faced that being directly-no, they could not think any further, or something would happen...
After a long while, a relatively young man took out a new phone and asked, "Are we still watching?"
Everyone silently drew closer. They, too, really wanted to know whether that livestream was still there.
Would that being simply ban the livestream?
If it had been banned, their only way to learn about that world would be through the other transmigrator who had already returned.
In truth, they were deeply conflicted at that moment.
They hoped the livestream would simply disappear, because they feared that being could follow the phones and network cables over here and bring a world-ending meteor strike down on this world as well.
Yet they also hoped the livestream still existed. Only then could they learn more about the other world, along with the technology of its previous era.
They would leave the unscientific things aside for now, mainly because they had neither samples nor the ability to research them.
Even if they had samples, they did not know whether those things would work on Earth.
On that very day, the screens of a million people across the internet shattered!
Yet not a single person dared spout nonsense. They did not even dare take it up with the manufacturers.
What would they say? Your screens are defective! Mine shattered just from watching a video!
Why would watching a video shatter it?
Obviously... because of a god's might!
So, who dared say the god was not mighty enough!
Even if all he had done was shatter one of their screens!
The livestream's original million viewers instantly dropped to zero. Then three or five people trickled in, only to leave again.
Only after they repeated this test several times and confirmed that being was no longer on-screen did the viewer count finally begin to rise.
This was perhaps the largest, and most absurd, loss of viewers since livestreaming began.
After all, aside from this livestream, there probably was not another one that could physically disconnect a million people in an instant.
And even after something like this happened, they did not dare say much, nor did they even dare blame that being.
Some of the more timid ones had even started burning incense and praying to Buddha right where they were.
Su Mo looked at the phone with its shattered screen in his hand and silently stood up.
It was only because his current self had used his high divine rank to break through the world's supernatural bottleneck that he could create things.
If it had been his previous, penniless self, shattering his phone screen on top of an already impoverished life, how would he have passed the time while waiting at home for civilization to mature so he could harvest it?
Was he really supposed to eat and sleep, sleep and eat, like a pig?
He was a creator god, after all!
Did a creator god not need to save face? Could a creator god not scroll through short videos and look at pretty girls?
Grumbling inwardly, Su Mo casually picked up a clod of earth and transmuted it into gold.
He had already been thinking of going out for food that evening. Now he could replace his phone while he was at it. This time, he would get a good one, with a big screen!
In fact, he could create food out of thin air.
But if I can turn stones into gold, why would I create food myself?
Isn't it better to let someone else cook?
Why do it myself?
Su Mo leisurely closed the gate of his farmhouse courtyard and went out to eat and buy a phone.
The world remained peaceful, even seeming a little quiet.
The internet was the same. Even though a million people's screens had shattered, not a single one spoke up.
The people who normally posted every little incident online were unusually calm this time, too.
Inside Big Pineapple's livestream, after the original million viewers had dropped straight to zero, the audience had already climbed back above five hundred thousand in this short span.
But those five hundred thousand viewers now seemed like refined gentlemen, and even their bullet comments had become courteous.
But this situation lasted only a moment.
Because in the next instant, the black-and-white image faded, and Big Pineapple reappeared in the livestream.
A large group of Asura Clan members were running for their lives, carrying Big Pineapple's body.
Behind them was a dense swarm of mosquitoes.
Every one of them was over three hundred meters long, its sharp mouthparts glinting coldly.
Their vibrating wings made even the space behind them issue a continuous engine-like roar.
Although there were not many mosquitoes, only fifty-odd, their enormous size was enough to blot out the sky.
Credit where it was due, these Asura Clan members were truly reckless.
At the very beginning, with their thousand-odd people and crude spears and bows, they had dared charge straight at them.
Only after losing more than five hundred people did someone remember what the wise man had said earlier and choose to flee.
If Big Pineapple had not previously told them to run when they encountered an enemy they could not defeat, those thousand-odd people probably would have all charged in to their deaths, stuffing those fifty-odd mosquitoes to death.
The jolting along the way finally shook the unconscious Big Pineapple awake.
He still felt pain throughout his entire body, but discovered that he had gained an ability.
It felt as though he had been born with this ability, as easy to command as his own limbs.
Then, right before the eyes of the remaining six hundred-odd Asura Clan members and the livestream's five hundred thousand viewers, he flew into the air.
The bullet comments, which had been politely discussing what would happen next, instantly turned into a uniform flood of [Holy shit!]
[Holy shit! What's happening?!]
[Holy shit! Brother Pineapple can fly!]
[What the fuck, superpowers!]
[Holy shit...]
Big Pineapple's body hovered in midair. His eyes slowly opened, and a cloud of black mist flashed and vanished. There was even the faint phantom of a third eye between his brows.
"Today, I'll let you feel the pain I've endured. Come, know pain! How many floors must a bag of rice be carried... Fuck me, stop fucking spamming the screen! Fuck!!!"
Big Pineapple, who had just been about to put on a massive show, completely lost his composure at the sight of the crazily scrolling bullet comments blocking his entire field of vision, and unleashed a torrent of curses straight ahead.