Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 20 Eve, and World Two

Si Ming paused on the character creation screen, then fell into thought.

He understood the true nature of the primordial creator's creation of humans. He knew that even if they were created, possessing human appearance, emotions, and mannerisms, they were essentially objects, not people. The fundamental reason for this was perhaps that creating humans was fundamentally impossible because it was virtually impossible for them to cultivate their own inner light. Therefore, no matter what, they could never reach the realm of true humanity.

That being said.

but……

"This place is still a bit too empty."

He still wanted companions—he needed companions. The Cycle World was never a place where one could single-handedly conquer it from beginning to end. Unless he could unlock his genetic lock to the fourth tier in one go, once team battles began, there would always be weaknesses he hadn't even noticed, forcing him to face defeat.

"Please put in a little more effort."

What he had initially envisioned as a simple creation process—retrieving a familiar anime girl from his mind, adding a few real-world elements, and completing the creation—now consumed a considerable amount of his time and energy. He wasn't one to shy away from his inner voice; during the creation process, he didn't suppress his racing heart.

Her height should be similar to mine, at least 1.7 meters. Her figure should also be beautiful enough, with curves in her chest and hips that perfectly match my expectations.

A beautiful face and a gentle, refined demeanor are desirable. Hair should be a pure, milky white, while eyes should be as bright and lustrous as rubies.

She feels somewhat like Irisviel, yet also bears traces of the Fire Keeper, Io, and even A2. But ultimately, she is not any of them, and is far more versatile. A vast amount of knowledge and talent in music, dance, and painting, which do not involve supernatural abilities, has been instilled within her. And ultimately, what emerges is a complete form belonging solely to Siming.

"Your name... will be Eve."

The crystal skull turned to dust, and the divinity of death merged into the light-forged body. The pure and innocent maiden thus gained her own life within the pillar of creation. And she donned a solemn yet light white robe, her bare feet gently touching the pure white earth of the plaza.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Si Ming." Her voice was clear and melodious, and her bright red eyes held only Si Ming's image. Her slender and soft fingers gently took Si Ming's hand, allowing him to clearly feel the beating heart within her chest.

"Now, please allow me to fulfill my duty and lead you to the abyss."

She led Si Ming toward his personal space. But Si Ming was always a person of his own mind, and he would prioritize his own ideas.

“No rush,” he said, pulling Eve to sit down at the luxurious desk. “Talk to me first.”

"I want to tell you some stories, and I also hope that after that, you can sing and play the piano for me."

..............................

After that, Si Ming slept better than usual. And in the deepest part of this peaceful sleep, he entered a hazy dream.

A shattered dream, an ancient dream.

In his dream, he wandered through an ancient forest from thousands of years ago, surrounded by many ancient humans whose bodies were painted with oil paint and whose hair and limbs were decorated with feathers. They shouted, danced strange dances, and ran towards a distant place.

He followed them, and they surrounded him, and at the edge of the dense forest stood a magnificent and enormous pyramid.

An elderly man dressed in magnificent feathered robes stood atop the pyramid, clutching a scepter in his hand. The scepter's design was somewhat similar to the one held by ancient priests in the film. Upon seeing him, the old man joyfully chanted aloud towards the sky and the earth.

"Reverence for death! Follow death! We will all eventually return to death!"

His voice echoed in all directions as he leaped from the top of the pyramid. His frail body shattered instantly, but what gushed forth from his remains was not crimson blood.

'Caw—caw—' That's a crow. It was born from a corpse, flapping its jet-black wings as it flew into the sky.

All the ancient barbarians surrounding Siming revealed joyful smiles. They simultaneously drew their obsidian daggers and chanted in unison like elders.

"Reverence for death! Follow death! We will all return to death! — Ga!"

They slit their own throats with knives, piercing their hearts. The next moment, their bodies transformed into crows that flew swiftly from those fatal wounds!
Crows circled and screech.

The large flock of crows formed a ring, obscuring all of Si Ming's view from all directions.

He instinctively reached out his hand.

The next moment, a jet-black crow, no different from its kind, landed lightly on his palm.

"Gah—!" It squealed at him in his hand.

This was accompanied by Si Ming's sudden awakening of his thoughts and his clenched hands.

Si Ming opened his eyes.

His palm was indeed holding something soft.

He tilted his head slightly to soothe Eve, who was in a slight pain. He stood up, and an unusual power seeped into his palm, flowing into his body and mind. He had succeeded.

He touched it.

A tiny wisp of its immense composition had already merged into his body. The feeling of fullness that filled his entire being was thus generated, and this was all the divine particles he could currently contain.

"Thank you for your hard work, Eve."

He glanced at his creation, his helper, with a touch of pity. To connect with the divinity of death, he naturally had to establish a sufficiently close bond with her. And that was no easy process; in fact, it was quite arduous. Sometimes, Si Ming even wondered if his newly acquired assistant might faint along the way.

“This is my duty, Si Ming.” She tried to get up with difficulty, but it wasn’t easy. “It’s also my wish. I hope I can help you, because that’s the meaning of my existence.”

Si Ming pursed his lips slightly and stroked her long, smooth hair. He wouldn't regret his actions, because he had long been prepared to face his own heart at all times.

"Then take a break. Your work is temporarily over. We'll talk about the rest later."

She obediently lay down.

Si Ming then left her side, the surging battle qi of the night cleansing his body. He changed into a set of practical training clothes and headed from his apartment to the training ground outside. He was just about to test his current condition when he suddenly felt that the monotonous training ground was somewhat unsatisfactory.

It's too quiet, and too ordinary. It's fine when I live alone, but now, I might consider changing the style, at least to attract more people.

Thoughts turn.

The world of personal space subsequently underwent tremendous changes.

The smooth cement ground instantly transformed into a vast open field, with a huge lake in front, while behind the apartment rooms of the transformed large estate lay a sea of ​​flowers and a forest. There were no other living creatures, but the air was still filled with freshness, and the calm lake began to surge like an ocean, instantly transforming into rhythmic tides.

"much better."

Si Ming nodded, then focused his attention on his body—his physical parameters seemed to have improved, and the energy within him seemed to have changed somewhat. The total amount remained the same, but the qualitative aspects seemed to have been adjusted. Unlike someone from the third generation who directly gained the immense computational power of divinity, he had only made some progress in the characteristics of death-type energy.

"...The quality of the battle aura hasn't changed." He reached out, and the battle aura of darkness covered his arm. The quality and quantity had indeed remained unchanged, but the battle aura itself had become slightly more dynamic with the infiltration of divine particles.

Before she could even focus on her own body, the aura-covered garment had already gained some sentience. The area struck would automatically thicken with a layer of aura to temporarily strengthen its defense, and when she threw a punch—

'Boom—' In the distance, a massive column of water was unleashed from the lake by a burst of battle qi.

"It can also autonomously retract its size in the air, thereby ensuring that it can maintain its lethality in close combat even after crossing a certain distance."

The range reduction effect of ranged damage has been weakened. And besides that...

"The consumption of death energy to summon the undead has also been reduced to less than half of what it was before."

With an outstretched hand, he swung it horizontally. As the summoning space opened, more than twenty skeleton soldiers, released by Siming, remained mobile. A sudden inspiration flashed through his mind, and the waving hand clenched into a fist.

“Merge,” he said, recalling the Death Trialer he had faced in the ruins. With a surge of inspiration and a powerful will, the twenty-odd skeletons he controlled coalesced into a new whole amidst a sudden gust of negative energy!

Thus, a spider-shaped undead behemoth was born. Its core consisted of twenty skulls aggregated together, and its sturdy limbs coalesced into multiple bony arms. It was incredibly fast, only slightly slower than when Siming unleashed his Night Battle Aura, and its power and strength were on par with a dump truck.

Aside from its appearance, it was almost flawless. Suddenly, it let out a piercing shriek with a chilling effect. Within its forty hollow eye sockets, a deep, eerie flame simultaneously ignited!

Without a doubt, this is a powerful monster at the second tier of the profession, perhaps even ranking in the upper-middle range within this field. It might even rival the sub-giant undead summoned by higher-level necromancers. Siming could easily control it, and even afterwards, there was still an excess of necromancy. This undoubtedly means that Siming, a reincarnator who had only completed the exploration of World One, already possessed the upper-tier of the second tier of the profession, and might even pose a threat to the third tier!

“Very good.” He let out a satisfied sigh.

Elegant piano music drifted from a villa in the distance, perfectly echoing the vibrant emotions he was experiencing.

The pre-battle preparations were once again excessive. And in his eyes at this moment, his current attributes were reflected.

Muscle strength: 452
Reaction speed: 431
Cell viability: 495
Intelligence: 501
Mental Strength: 387
Immunity: 400
He had already reached a level where he could kill an elephant with his bare hands and bring down a bison with a casual strike. Enhancement, elixirs, training, divine particles—all of these had made Si Ming who he was today.

He is ready to face the next world.

Soon, as time flowed by and the beams of light descended, the contents of the new world were imprinted on his mind.

— [Transferring...]

—[All members of the East China Sea Team's reincarnated members are about to be transported into the world of 'I Am Legend'!]

(End of this chapter)