Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 127 - Gene Locks Default to Half a Level Higher Than Same Level
A fierce wind howled.

Simin gave Goenitz ten minutes.

During those ten minutes, the reincarnators of the Celestial Team repeatedly explored the city beneath their feet.

Many suspicious points were uncovered, and many strange individuals were caught red-handed. Most of them had some interaction with the local fighters in recent years and had been involved in some side stories of the King of Fighters universe to varying degrees. The best of them even replaced some of the male and female protagonists in the original storyline and made a name for themselves in this world.

Navigator, Libra, Polaris, Butcher… there are numerous individuals who fit these criteria. Interestingly, however, when Valentina and Liesel joined forces to activate their communication network and mental scanning techniques to try and find just one of them, they have yet to succeed.

They do exist in this world.

They do indeed have an impact on this world.

Judging from their overall ability to leave a mark on the world, their average intelligence concealment capabilities are definitely not that strong.

—It is clearly a large whole with its own differences and conflicts.

—Yet they can behave so uniformly and synchronously in front of us… Hmph, they seem to be a bunch of puppets who don’t know their own identities.

—Let me see how much control you still have over your bodies and minds!
Ten minutes later, we arrived.

Some distant memories surfaced in Si Ming's mind—he was a transmigrator familiar with the Infinite Flow series, and naturally knew about the many branches within it. Within such a vast system as the 'Infinite Flow,' his own Main God Space should be categorized as the 'Original' type, one with excellent treatment and prospects. However, beyond that, there were many other Infinite Flow branches that could practically be described as 'imprisoned'.

Some spaces are specifically for capturing the dead, and the purpose of capturing these dead is simply to watch them fight beasts.

Some spaces have strict rules for their employees. The power gained through blood battles is actually the tentacles of the space, and what awaits the employees is endless unpaid labor.

Some spaces are slightly better, offering salaries and career prospects. However, they always have some strange rules. For example, some places particularly encourage resource management and farming, while others have a strong preference for puzzle-solving and strategic combat. Although employees may aspire to start their own businesses, the talents of most are constrained by the space itself before they can truly develop.

Some other spaces are actually outsourced creations of individuals with the ability to travel through time. They disguise these alternate worlds as virtual reality games, luring unsuspecting souls to adventure and explore, while they themselves hide in the safe rear, reaping the rewards.

All of these are numerous.

Based on the information currently available, the space to which these people belong is very likely to be the second type among those many infinite branches.

—Rules-based operations…data flow, contractors, huh?

—So, Lord God, what are you waiting for?
He raised his head and looked up at the sky. Through the thick, thundercloud-shrouded canopy, it seemed as if a colossal entity was quietly lurking in Si Ming's field of vision—it was observing, it was waiting, it needed a suitable opportunity, it needed to fulfill a certain condition.

The third-order gene lock is more active than ever before.

This level of shared understanding can only succeed if the other party intentionally restrains themselves and cooperates. Si Ming realized that he was currently in an extremely unique position. Perhaps, at this moment, he was about to become a 'true' captain of the Celestial Team.

He is both a paragon and the ultimate. Thoughts that unconsciously surfaced on the eve of his arrival in this world now appear in his mind.

Time is up.

Si Ming's body leaned forward, and he fell down like a leaf.

The wind did not flow.

The surging, fiery energy within his body propelled him forward. The distance of several thousand meters was covered in an instant, and many people on the ground in South Town cried out in surprise upon seeing his figure.

Toes touching the ground.

What came into view was an exceptionally quiet street square—while Goenitz was evacuating the believers, Jacob, aboard the Millennium Falcon, had also cast a seemingly insignificant divine spell. Its effect was similar to banishing bystanders, temporarily removing ordinary people who might be drawn into the chaos from their homes.

Team Celestial is indeed a kind-hearted team.

Powerful, and kind.

At the chapel doorway, the priest in blue robes silently prayed, holding a heavy Bible—a fierce, raging energy emanating from him. Both his body and his strength were perfectly prepared at this moment.

“The Breath of the Storm, Goenitz.” Siming gazed at the priest standing dozens of meters away, sensing the energy and storm surging within his target’s body. “A member of the Orochi clan, the leader of the Eight Heroes, who govern one of the four elements. I hope you are ready.”

The priest closed the Bible in his hands for the second time and put it away carefully.

“You madman who calls himself God…” His tone was filled with fanaticism and pity. “Come, it is time to repent for your madness.”

The wind picked up even more.

A fierce light burned in Goenitz's eyes. He was ready for battle, and then—

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Si Ming simply stood there, neither striking a pose nor uttering any harsh words. His body wasn't tense, nor was his gaze focused. He simply stood there relaxed and quietly, watching him.

It's like an adult standing in front of a child.

It's like a god looking down on a mortal king.

Even though Goenitz's energy level is clearly higher, Simin could only sense his own heartbeat growing increasingly slow. This isn't right…

This guy looks impressive from afar, but once you get up close, he's completely useless...

There was absolutely no feeling that a single slap could kill you; that posture, that look, simply made you feel a slight sense of crisis, rather than making you jump with fear.

Si Ming wanted to be more serious, but the longer time went on, the harder it became to do so.

He couldn't help but extend an invitation.

"Aren't you coming over here?" he said, struggling to raise one of his hands to defend himself. "Or do you insist that I give you a handicap?"

This is a bad habit. Even a simple act of polite deference can come at a price. You might casually offer to give up one hand, only to have a powerful curse master use strange methods to cripple that arm. Or even worse, have a part of your limbs jump onto your opponent's side at a crucial moment.

but……

He waited another second.

He didn't receive the curse, nor did he receive the power of the rules that directly took effect within him. All he saw was a light of provocation and rage emanating from the priest's eyes. And the next moment—

A fierce wind howled.

The priest's body suddenly disintegrated into a blazing wind, and in the next instant, it reappeared behind Si Ming!

So fast!

But not fast enough.

The cloak and cape of the Night Demon Armor seemed to leap up as if they were alive, and collided right with the several high-frequency wind blades that the priest had slashed out from his hand!

The air suddenly exploded.

Goenitz's strength was indeed far superior to Geese's—the throw that instantly killed the latter was merely a clash of forces in mid-air, resulting in a draw. The next moment, Goenitz's form, which had unleashed a wind blade, vanished abruptly in the collision. Its role as an illusionary decoy was perfectly fulfilled in that instant.

"too slow."

The true form appeared to the side, its two fingers coming together and flicking upwards. The next moment, a spiraling storm erupted from beneath Si Ming's feet, piercing the sky!
‘Boom—! ’

That enormous pillar of wind was filled with power.

The column of wind tore apart the ground beneath their feet in an instant, and expanded rapidly outwards at the moment of collapse—the explosive wind directly sliced ​​through several surrounding buildings, and the small church closest to the battle point was torn apart in the explosive storm, with half of its foyer sanctuary shattered.

The wind is still blowing.

However, a radiant, pale white flame erupted from the pillar of wind. This powerful and indeed formidable attack failed to penetrate the Night Demon Armor, nor did it even budge Si Ming for a moment!

It remains still and unshaken.

Si Ming actually only raised one palm.

He initially thought he lacked experience and skill, making him vulnerable in battle. However, when he actually engaged in combat and activated his third-tier gene lock during the fight, he discovered that he had been overthinking things.

—I can feel it.

He casually swung his raised hand. A ring of fire, first unleashed by a hand strike, shot outwards. The priest's form, which had been manipulating the wind pillar, naturally disintegrated within the ring of fire. However, at the very instant Goenitz disappeared, Simin seemingly casually shifted his footing.

It appears slow, but it's actually fast.

His casually taken steps instantly revealed the profound mysteries of the Bagua Yu Step. A skill that ordinary people would spend hundreds or thousands of days honing to achieve even a slight improvement was thus executed by him purely by instinct. Because of his naturally extraordinary body, the supernatural abilities he possessed were inherently akin to mere technique.

If a person's body is the embodiment of "martial arts" from the very beginning, then what need is there for such a person to "practice martial arts"? Aren't so-called skills just the imitation of those with supernatural abilities by ordinary, mediocre people?

and so--

—Here.

The hand blade slashed out with his body, cutting towards an empty spot. He then unleashed the technique of the Evil Explosion, creating a massive burst of fire at the very moment of the strike.

'boom--! ’

The figure in blue was launched from a wind-elemental form, slamming into the base of a tall building a hundred meters away like a baseball hit directly—the entire building was dented and cracked by the impact, and was about to collapse in an instant!

"It seems I overestimated you." Si Ming looked at the priest embedded in reinforced concrete and sighed regretfully.

"So the power of the great serpent is just such a useless thing."

(End of this chapter)