Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 381 - I'm waiting for the loading bar, what are you waiting for?
He watched her—watched her descend amidst the radiant glow of the sky, an immense sense of oppression surging from all directions. An invisible sense of crisis permeated Wu Chen's body.

Can't beat it.

No human being could possibly defeat her.

Because she is the Directorate of Human Affairs, her divine duty is to govern the entire human world. Therefore, her power can operate with impunity; any intelligent being on this land will die the moment they encounter her, utterly powerless to resist.

Like that big white dog next door, the kind known as a primate killer. And at this moment, she was watching him.

“For a mere mortal to achieve this is truly remarkable,” she said, her tone ethereal and arrogant, yet surprisingly devoid of much hostility. “But if one defies the Creator’s will, one is destined to suffer divine punishment.”

There is room for maneuver.

Wu Chen's neck tilted slightly.

"So, as long as you don't go against the will of that great white whale, there's no such thing as divine punishment?"

“You should say ‘Your Majesty, Ludara Sasiim,’ mortal.” The goddess’s brow furrowed slightly. But that was all; no further emotion lingered. “Indeed, everything is as you see. The revered Creator desired a script that was destined to unfold yet unconventional, so all variables that should not exist should be eliminated or contained. Ho Raga was once tasked with playing this role, but he failed to live up to my expectations.”

Hollanda Lagarde failed. The loser has no right to speak.

“And you can replace him.” Her gaze towards Wu Chen was different from that of He Laga. She didn’t seem to regard Wu Chen entirely as a self-aware projection from another world, or rather, in her eyes, a projection of a mortal was no different from a real mortal. She simply stated her conditions as a matter of course, regarding it as a gift bestowed upon him.

"By replacing him, you can gain omniscience by paying homage to the three super-gods, just like him. But whether you do so or not, you must shoulder the responsibilities of Ho Raga, eliminating or incorporating all variables that suddenly appear like yourself. And the impact you have on this script must also be eliminated—Lissas must fall, and Jill must be resurrected. Only in this way can the subsequent changes of Seth and Herman be reasonably introduced, and only then will Pope Kurukul take the correct action."

"What about those people I have connections with?"

“You can maintain relationships with individuals who are not important. But Princess Lia of Lysas and her ninja Kanami Mitō are two people who play a significant role in the story, and you are responsible for guiding them back to the right place. Make sure that the connections that should exist are not completely severed.”

"……for example?"

The goddess leaned forward slightly. In that instant, Wu Chen clearly sensed the pure malice she displayed.

“I want you to send them back to Lance, and I also want you to make sure they fall completely in love with Lance, regardless of whether the protagonist of that script is male or female. If you do this, I will consider you to have passed my test. You will then become the next Ho Raga and have the right to do whatever you want outside the script. But as long as you are still in the script, you must obey.”

Wu Chen frowned slightly and gestured to his beardless chin.

"It sounds like I'm supposed to be your dog, and also a cuckold on the side."

“You can refuse.” The blonde goddess maintained her downward gaze. “You will die, and everything you failed to accomplish will be done by someone else. Everyone connected to you will pay a heavy price. I will set aside time specifically to torment them, forever.”

She gently raised her hand, and a ray of light appeared at her fingertips. A projection of an area appeared in her palm, and a shadowy girl dressed in a black Lolita dress and wearing a spider lily hair ornament appeared on the light and shadow in her palm.

Millie Linkle. She stood behind the weapon shop counter, gazing into the distance with a mixture of worry and anticipation. The demons had already wreaked havoc in the city of Lysas, and a horde of monsters created by creation were approaching her location, wreaking havoc as they went.

They were approaching her, and normally, these monsters would have missed her for various reasons—a testament to absolute luck. But now, the goddess's gaze had fallen upon them.

"Guess what would happen if I reversed the blessing on her at this moment?"

Absolute luck can turn into absolute misfortune. And after that, everything that can happen is unimaginable. Wu Chen frowned at this.

"So, the curse on Millie was indeed placed by you?"

"She made a wish, and I responded. But I had already taken away all her relatives and friends as the price she had to pay. So much misfortune was exchanged for one stroke of luck; this deal was just right for her."

So that's it. Millie's nightmare was right. Her good fortune was indeed forged from misfortune, and the source of it all was this golden-haired goddess who ruled over the entire world.

This is her, the manifestation of malice beneath divine radiance. All the gods, in a sense, represent a part, a side, of that void whale. And the side that Alice represents is the manifestation of Ludrasasim's desire to see the various tragedies constantly unfolding in the world.

What a wicked god.

She was so awful that even Wu Chen found it hard to tolerate her.

He took a deep breath and asked one last question.

"Couldn't you be a little more lenient, just for the sake of Quelpland?"

He received a response immediately.

"You were given this opportunity only because of my colleague. Even the fact that you were able to speak to me alive, to ask me questions—such an offense—without having to face a thousand deaths before you could even open your mouth is also because you pleased her in some way that I cannot comprehend."

The goddess placed her hand on the long, slender sword of divine punishment.

"And now, my patience has run out. The preferential treatment I've given you has reached its limit. You now only have the right to say yes or no. And I'm actually quite looking forward to your resistance."

she says.

However, Wu Chen just chuckled.

There's only one reason why I'm wasting so much time chatting with her here: the grimoire, transformed from the soul of Horaja, that keeps turning pages in Wu Chen's dream is trying to find the target that Wu Chen desires.

Now, he has read enough.

He found it.

He raised his palm.

"come out!"

The command was given, and the secret magic was immediately triggered.

The next moment, a figure, noticeably weaker than the powerful figures of Kebris, Honite, and King Hani, but radiating a distinct dragon aura, suddenly appeared beside Wu Chen.

And then the sword of divine punishment slashed down rapidly.

(End of this chapter)