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Chapter 617 Talent
Under the blood-red sky, all was silent.

The lightsaber, powerful enough to sever spacetime and tear matter apart, stopped less than three inches from Zhang Qi's neck.

It was not still; rather, every single particle of holy light that made it up was vibrating wildly at a frequency that exceeded the limits, yet it could not move forward even an inch.

The angel known as the captain, whose face once exuded elegance and confidence, now resembled a shattered ice sculpture, cracking inch by inch, leaving only pure horror.

His sudden attack, transforming into light, is the fastest speed he can achieve; it is his proud "Holy Light Slash," the ultimate divine skill he has used to judge countless heretics.

However, a hand, an ordinary-looking hand made of flesh and blood, simply rose up, its index and middle fingers joined together, precisely clamping his sword blade that burned with holy light.

Time seemed to stretch out into thick, viscous honey at that moment.

Ye's pupils shrank to the smallest point. So light, something invisible, can actually be... trapped?
"Is this the speed of light?"

Zhang Qi's voice was calm, as if he were asking about a trivial matter.

He slightly shifted the fingers holding the sword blade.

"Click."

A crisp sound, like glass shattering.

The burning holy sword broke in two.

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread like a spider web across the angel's entire body.

The horror on his face froze forever. His entire body, along with his magnificent silver armor, turned into countless swirling silver specks, silently dissipating into the polluted air.

There was no explosion, no roar, and not even any loss of energy.

It's as if someone gently erased it from this painting called "the world".

The excitement and cheers on the faces of the remaining angels froze, then were replaced by an indescribable fear stemming from their very life instincts.

The next moment, a crisscrossing network of light appeared, each strike a punch at the speed of light.

Before they could even react, they were pierced through by the net of light.

Then, just like their captain, they met the same fate, turning into countless specks of light and quietly disappearing.

The whole process takes only a breath.

Jesus knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

He looked at the man, the man who was also human, who simply raised his hand and completely erased the god-like creation in his eyes.

This force was beyond his comprehension and overturned all his understanding of the world.

Were those angel masters... really so fragile?

No, it's not that the angels are too weak...

Rather, it's because this man... is too strong.

An unstoppable hope, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly burst forth from the ruins of despair in his heart.

Yelian scrambled to Zhang Qi's feet, ignoring his wounds and mud, and knelt down heavily, pressing his forehead against the ground covered in broken bones.

"Please! Please save her!"

"Please save Hua! If you can save her, my life, everything I have, is yours!"

Ye's voice was hoarse and broken; it was the only thing he could offer.

However, the next moment, a force lifted Ye up...

"Her name is Hua?"

Zhang Qi asked.

"Yes! Her name is Hua, and mine is Ye."

Ye raised his head, and on his blood-stained face, his eyes shone with an astonishing light, as if a drowning man had grasped the only piece of driftwood.

Um...yes...and Hua...

Zhang Qi's expression subtly changed, as if he were savoring a joke that only he could understand.

Is this a pun?
However, he quickly suppressed this strange thought and turned to look at the boy in front of him.

The place this boy is heading to should be the Abyssal Demon City, a rather special place on the prehistoric continent. It is the source of concepts such as hell and the underworld, and is home to countless undead creatures born from the negative energy extracted from the bodies of various fallen warriors. It is an absolute forbidden zone for any living being.

The young man before them showed no signs of energy circulation whatsoever; he was merely a mortal with a mortal body. Yet, he dared to venture into such a perilous place alone for the sake of another person.

That courage is admirable.

"can."

Zhang Qi nodded.

Two words, light as a feather, yet seemingly possessing immense power, instantly shattered Ye's last line of defense.

For a moment, he was speechless, and could only follow his ingrained slave instincts, bending down, wanting to once again kowtow to the ground in the most humble posture. However, that force stopped him again.

That hand steadily supported his forehead, its strength not great, yet it prevented him from advancing even an inch further.

Ye looked up, puzzled.

"A person should stand tall and upright, never kneeling before anyone."

Zhang Qi's voice remained calm. "Stand up."

Ye was stunned.

Not kneeling...?
He stared blankly at Zhang Qi. In his world, kneeling and kowtowing were the only ways he could express gratitude and submission.

If he didn't sacrifice his dignity, what valuable thing could he offer in exchange for this immense favor? He had nothing.

"Your value goes beyond this. I'm helping you because you deserve it. From now on, I hope you will fight for more people like Hua, and fight for humanity."

As if seeing through his thoughts, Zhang Qi withdrew his hand and said calmly.

A sudden thought struck Ye's mind.

For...more people? For...the community?
These words were too grand, too distant for him. But he understood the second half of the sentence.

He looked at Zhang Qi, at that human face that was no different from his own, at those deep eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the sea. Without hesitation, he nodded forcefully.

"it is good!"

This time, he didn't kneel again, but used all his strength to stand up from the ground.

Although his body was swaying precariously from the excruciating pain, his spine seemed to straighten up for the first time at that moment.

Zhang Qi, with Ye in tow, began to venture deeper into the battlefield.

Because of Ye's presence, Zhang Qi abandoned his previous reckless approach and chose to infiltrate.

"Thirty paces to the left front, there is a patrol of three lesser demons. Their hearing range is about fifteen paces. We will go around them from the right."

"The concentration of the poisonous miasma ahead will peak in three minutes and then weaken. We can wait two minutes and fifty seconds before passing through, when the energy flow will be at its lowest point, making it the safest time."

Throughout the journey, Ye continuously provided accurate data.

He was like a highly efficient processor, incorporating all visible and invisible factors in the surrounding environment—the monster's patrol routes, the undulations of the terrain, the ebb and flow of energy, the changes in the concentration of poisonous gas—into his calculation model, and planning the safest and most efficient route forward.

As Zhang Qi walked, he observed him with great interest.

This child's talent for logic and numbers is indeed extraordinary.

But... that's all.

The entire world has been influenced by some transcendent being, possessing a name as weighty as "Jehovah," and must therefore bear the corresponding consequences.

However, mere extraordinary computing power is far too ordinary for the "omniscience and omnipotence" that the name represents.

Just as Zhang Qi was pondering, he casually waved his hand, capturing a wisp of life essence belonging to a previous deceased soul that was floating in the air, and condensing it into a faint ball of light.

How much of this can you understand?

He asked, "Yes."

Ye's gaze fell on the ball of light, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were performing some extremely complex calculation.

After a moment, he spoke somewhat uncertainly:
"Its energy composition is very complex. At its core is a life source, but the outer layer is wrapped with at least seventeen different negative emotional energies. Your method is very skillful, and the energy gathering efficiency has reached 92.7%. However, its internal structure is not stable. The repulsive force between energy particles is increasing exponentially at 0.03 per second. If left unattended, it will collapse on its own in 4.6 seconds, and the energy will dissipate in the form of shock waves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ball of light in Zhang Qi's palm "poof" and indeed turned into a barely perceptible ripple of energy, disappearing without a trace.

Precisely to the second.

For the first time, Zhang Qi stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head sharply to look at the boy beside him, his eyes revealing genuine shock for the first time.

He finally understood.

This child's talent is neither a sensitivity to numbers nor a strong calculation ability!

That's just appearances, it's just a tool!

His true talent lies in his ability to analyze and translate everything in this world—matter, energy, laws, and even ethereal emotions—into the most fundamental, objective, and precise data language!
Mathematics is the language that humankind uses to describe the universe.

Different civilizations may have hundreds of different names and understandings of the same circle.

However, in the field of mathematics, its definition is absolute and unique.

Ye's talent is that he can bypass all the filters of civilization and cognition and directly use "mathematics," the universal language that represents logic, to read and understand the world!

No wonder... no wonder he was given the title of "omniscient and omnipotent" in mythology.

This talent, given enough time to grow, to learn, to analyze... its ultimate potential truly lies in leading to omniscience and omnipotence...

(End of this chapter)