Lynn sighed, took a drag from his cigarette, and decisively denied, "No."
"Bullshit!" The King of Secret Source roared in fury.
"I... damn it..."
Seeing that the King of Secret Source was about to continue exposing his secrets, Lynn immediately spread his wings and soared into the sky in an instant.
Leaving no chance for him to speak.
"Wait for me to return. I'm going to the headquarters of the Order Church. There should be a demigod core there that you need to convert your source."
In a flash, Lynn's figure disappeared into the distant sky.
The King of Secret Source stretched out his hand, his face full of frustration.
But it was all in vain.
The evening breeze howled through the streets.
He was left alone.
After a long time.
He wearily got up, stumbling as he muttered, "Lynn, I know you want me to live. You're the best friend I've ever had. I really do want to see that world without gods with you..."
"But..."
He took a deep breath, looked up at the starry sky with a weathered gaze.
"I've lived too long. Many say the older you get, the more you fear death, but have they ever thought that death might be a relief?"
"Thank you for giving me this chance, Lynn. Although it will be a great disappointment to you, allow me to make this decision..."
He struggled to reach out his hand, pressing it against his chest, against his very essence.
She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Let's meet in the next life...”
Bam—
(Note: This is an onomatopoeic word that represents a sudden, sharp sound like a loud clap or impact.)
His words were cut short.
A foot suddenly appeared out of thin air and kicked him in the face. His body instantly spun 150 degrees in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Face first.
The demonic form of Lynn cracked his knuckles and took a deep breath, "I knew you wanted to die, spreading all that negativity. How could I not be prepared? Damn, I was right!"
The King of Secret Source twitched.
He turned his head with great difficulty, staring with wide eyes, as two streams of blood flowed from his nose. Trembling, he reached out his hand and said:
You...you...
Lynn looked down at him. "I already told you to wait here for me, but you just wouldn't listen. You were planning to pull some tragic death scene in my arms once I returned with the god core, weren't you?"
"Please, you're playing the male supporting role, not the heroine!"
The King of Secret Source trembled. "I...I...I f***ing..."
Without another word.
Lynn grabbed the chains behind him, tied him up like a big rice dumpling, and then tossed him into the corner.
The King of Secret Source struggled angrily and said: "Lynn, you're going too far! I'm telling you, I have my dignity! Untie me, untie me..."
Snap——
Lynn conjured a light bulb out of thin air and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
The King of Secret Source angrily said: "Woo—woo—"
Lynn clapped her hands and said indifferently, "Alright, be good and wait for me to come back, I'm leaving! Bye!"
In an instant, Lynn's figure disappeared into thin air.
He was left with only the furious accusations of the King of Secret Source.
"Woo——woo——"
...
Meanwhile.
In the city of Mithril, at the headquarters of the Order Church, in the Holy Hall.
Late at night, the candlelight flickered.
On the highest throne of the church, the Pope sat, dressed in pure white robes, holding a scepter embedded with gems, coldly gazing at the crowd below.
The hall was faintly filled with hymns.
"Your Holiness, the anomaly at Lakeside Town has been confirmed to be the work of the King of Secret Source. During the chaos a thousand years ago, our god sealed the King of Secret Source under the volcano!"
"The eruption a few days ago caused the first layer of the seal to loosen slightly, but the second layer is still functioning. The King of Secret Source has no ability to break through that barrier."
"Your Holiness, I believe this is an opportunity. The abundant Secret Source in the King of Secret Source's body could definitely become a powerful energy source for our church. If we could train a large number of Secret Source mages, our church's influence would undoubtedly expand further!"
Below the stage, the First Archbishop humbly bowed.
The Pope said lightly: "Let Saint Anna and Archbishop Augustus investigate further for a few more days. If we can find a way to circumvent those effects, this proposal is indeed worth considering."
He turned his gaze to another archbishop.
"What about the recent taxes? Our god's great cathedral still requires a lot of funds to be completed. There are only a hundred days left. If it's not finished within this time, you know the consequences."
The archbishop respectfully replied, "Your Holiness, please rest assured. We have increased taxes across the board, with a total of 213 different taxes. The basic taxes have already been collected up to the year 2021 of the Holy Calendar. Funds are definitely not a problem."
The Pope frowned slightly and said coldly:
"What about the nobles and royalty?"
The archbishop humbly smiled, "Your Holiness, please rest assured. We have reached an agreement with the kings and governors of the major kingdoms. They will lead the donations. If they donate, the nobles and merchants cannot refuse. After the event, the kings' money will be returned in full, and the nobles' money will be split 28-way."
"We get 8, the kings get 2. It's a win-win situation."
Hearing this, the Pope's indifferent expression softened slightly, revealing an almost imperceptible smile.
"You've done well, Archbishop. Our god has always had faith in your devotion and abilities. You will continue to receive our god's blessings."
The archbishop was overjoyed, humbly bowing, "Yes, praise our god, Your Holiness."
But at that moment.
Suddenly.
The entire Holy Hall violently shook.
Everyone inside lost their balance, stumbling and turning pale.
"What's going on?!" The Pope roared.
A soldier rushed in, kneeling on one knee, trembling, "Bad news! Your Holiness! A demon! A demon has appeared outside the city!"
At this news, everyone's faces turned pale.
A demon?
What a joke!
This was the headquarters of the Order Church, the Holy Hall of the God of Order.
What demon would dare to cause trouble here?
Were they tired of living?!
The Pope frowned, abruptly stood up, and said coldly, "Let's go! Let's see what's going on!"
...
Meanwhile.
Outside the city of Mithril.
Boom—
Lynn's massive wings spread, and his body landed with a crash, causing the ground to crack in countless places.
He looked up, gazing at the massive holy light shield hovering over Mithril.
"Mithril, heh."
Lynn's expression was indifferent, his entire body enveloped in endless demonic energy.
It had been a thousand years since he last came here, but that repulsive aura still made him feel uncomfortable.
He faintly remembered.
A thousand years ago, his first confrontation with the God of Order took place just outside this city.
A thousand years passed.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
"It's time to take back some things."
Lynn narrowed his eyes, his body instantly appearing at the foot of the city wall. Through the massive holy light magic shield, he could clearly see the terrified expressions of the holy knights on the wall.
"A demon! It's a demon! Damn it! What demon dares to offend this holy city!"
"Quick! Release the arrows! We must not let him break in!"
The holy knights roared.
Countless holy light arrows and spells shot towards Lynn.
Lynn didn't dodge or evade; his indifferent gaze was fixed forward.
In an instant, his body began to expand, the surging demonic energy rolling unrestrained within him.
Then, under the horrified gaze of the holy knights.
Lynn's body grew with the wind.
Ten meters.
Twenty meters!
A hundred meters!
In a moment, Lynn transformed into a towering demon several hundred meters tall.
With a flap of his massive wings, the wind howled, and his enormous shadow covered almost the entire city.
Inside the city, the residents screamed in terror.
"Help! Help!"
"What is that! What is that!"
They had never seen such a massive demon lord. The overwhelming fear made them weak in the knees.
"How dare you desecrate our holy sanctuary!" A holy light mage roared.
But Lynn said nothing.
He looked forward coldly.
Raised his hand.
And punched the massive shield of Mithril.
In an instant, the sacred light barrier that had protected the city for a thousand years rippled and then exploded with a thunderous roar.
Under the terrified gaze of the faithful, countless fragments rained down.
The entire city was suddenly exposed, with no barriers left, right in front of the massive demon.
...
At the same time, at the headquarters of the Abyss Society.
The enormous statue of Lucifer, which had remained motionless for a full thousand years, suddenly flickered with a faint glow at that moment.
Dark as the night.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
