Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 66 - But it Could Get Even Worse

The tone is loud.

Their ability to take action was also higher than expected.

The two retreating figures emitted an even stronger light, and in an instant, their bodies were covered with shimmering golden divine patterns.

It was divine grace—in the Indian mythological system, Brahmin practitioners indeed found it very easy to gain divine power. Their auras surged in an instant, reaching a level close to, or even equivalent to, that of a second-tier professional. However, even with their increased power, they still struggled to retreat.

They knew how powerful the Reincarnators were—even though they hadn't witnessed the Reincarnators' final battle with the true form of the Buddha Mother in the valley.

Si Ming's gaze then swept over Yu Zhiwei, who might kill the two of them in the next second. While using his eyes to stop her from taking immediate action, he addressed the newcomers in the team.

"We need more comprehensive intelligence, and to capture them alive."

Luo Yinglong chuckled, his body surrounded by eight-colored energy. Almalia nodded, her body radiating a light that seemed to transform her appearance.

“Cure Berserker”.

Her red and black performance costumes came into view, and she and Luo Yinglong rushed out one after the other toward the breach. A series of gunshots followed, the sound of objects breaking, the booming of walls being pierced, and the cries and screams of people falling to the ground.

The two of them should be able to handle this simple problem.

Si Ming then turned his gaze back to the dumbfounded hotel owner, Lava.

“Now, I think you should understand the situation. Please explain the situation in as much detail as possible; it will be better for both of us.” He reached out and pointed to the shattered window behind his boss. After the window was smashed, an invisible psychic shockwave shot out from the headshot towards the direction the gun had been fired. It might not be fatal, but it was unlikely that anyone in that direction would be able to fire again for a while.

“They didn’t intend to let you live. And you…” The gun the boss had originally intended to use to commit suicide floated up again around Si Ming. “You also knew that you would probably die today.”

The boss suddenly shuddered. A look of gritted teeth immediately appeared on his face.

“I know… I’ve told you everything, they’re here for Hastur, they want to know more of Hastur’s secrets from me!”

“Hastur?” Simin frowned. “The indescribable one, the lord of the deep space star sea?”

He remembered the Byakki in his Necromancer's Space.

“Wh…what is that?” The boss looked confused, then shook his head vigorously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…Hastur is the youngest child of the goddess of prosperity, a forgotten god…He was punished for coveting the goddess of prosperity’s wealth and abundance, and was imprisoned in the goddess’s womb. My ancestor was the only believer allowed to worship Him, and could obtain wealth from Him by offering food to Hastur…”

"...Twenty years ago, my hotel faced a major crisis. So I handed over this secret to the higher-ups. In return, they helped me solve the problem. And then..." He swallowed.

Si Ming shook his head slightly.

"Not entirely true." Yu Zhiwei was right; this guy was still being evasive. That alone wasn't enough for the Indians to send such an elite force to arrest and silence him.

"I do not……"

The boss's voice caught in his throat.

The next moment, a layer of confusion clouded his eyes.

The mental intervention by the headhunter had taken effect. The hotel owner, having betrayed Siming's trust, could no longer be fooled. A commotion seemed to be brewing in the distance, and the battle inside the hotel appeared to be nearing its end.

“What is Tabad?” he asked.

"...It's my hometown, a forgotten village. Hastur was sealed there by the goddess of prosperity. It's now a military control zone in Mumbai..."

"How will you exchange wealth with Hastur?"

"...Draw a circle with flour, then take out a small dough figure. Hastur will appear...Hastur cannot pass through the flour circle. At this point, throw the small figure out, and you can steal the gold coins from Hastur's pouch while he's eating the dough..."

Why use a dough figurine?

"...The Hastur that appears will change depending on the food offered... Bringing a large dough figure will result in a large Hastur, and bringing many small dough figures will result in many Hasturs..."

What happens if we fail?

"...If Hastur bites you...the person bitten will become a monster that is neither alive nor dead, and will never be able to eat again. The only way to be freed is to burn them..."

The reincarnators exchanged glances.

“Greed leads to dire consequences, a common theme in mythology,” Jacob nodded. “This lost god is very principled. As long as one doesn’t overstep the bounds, there will be no punishment—that’s perhaps why he’s been able to survive until now.”

It is God, not evil. Because He follows the rules and does not force others to follow them.

Si Ming pursed his lips slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Then why did you report this information to the Indian authorities? As far as I know, what's causing your hotel's crisis is some kind of economic problem, isn't it?"

“…I’m scared.” The hotel owner’s face suddenly twitched slightly, showing signs of struggle. The preceding events hadn’t affected him much, but this part was clearly quite important to him. “…I’m afraid of becoming like my father.”

His father must have failed and paid the price before him.

Si Ming turned his head slightly, and the distant noise and roar grew louder and louder.

“An army is approaching.” Valentina nodded to him, but there was some confusion in her eyes. “But they don’t seem to be heading this way… They’re being held up by the crowds in the city. They won’t be able to get close to our area anytime soon.”

“Perhaps they’re lost,” Yu Zhiwei sneered. “Indians are always like this. They’ll definitely make mistakes at crucial moments.”

Si Ming continued, "How did your father die?"

"...I..." The signs of struggle were growing stronger.

But this struggle was immediately swallowed up by the increased power of the fourth man.

“…I told my father that we could make a lot of dough figures at once, and then…then we could just steal Hastur’s money bag…We were wrong…My father was cursed to save me…I…burned my father to death…”

It turned out to be the case.

but……

"Ranger, check if this guy has any descendants?"

His inquiry was answered quickly.

"Yes, he had three sons, four daughters, and more than a dozen grandchildren... but they all died more than twenty years ago. It was said to be a fire, and apart from himself, there were no other survivors."

Sure enough.

How could a greedy person who could come up with the idea of ​​seizing the money bag of a trapped deity possibly give up his greed just because he saw his loved ones die in front of him? He was just—Si Ming glanced at his left foot, where there was a congenital defect and twisting at the ankle—he just didn't dare to do it himself anymore.

'Boom—'

Two bruised and battered Indian ascetics were thrown to the ground by Luo Yinglong and Almalia, one after the other. They had clearly been severely beaten and could do nothing but gasp and groan.

But Si Ming's gaze still did not fall on them.

"So, what is the curse of Tabad, and how can we break it?"

The two cultivators' expressions changed drastically.

On the contrary, the hotel owner looked relaxed and bewildered.

"……I have no idea……"

"He's eighty-four years old this year, in good health, and wealthy. The only downside is that he's childless. But that's nothing in India," Yu Zhiwei said with a light hum. "I've never heard of any curse that can make someone live so long without illness or pain."

“So this isn’t his curse, not their family’s curse.” Si Ming nodded, then looked at the two Indian cultivators whose faces were pale, and clearly not from being captured by the reincarnators. “Their relationship with Hastur was purely transactional. Hastur, who curses the greedy, was at least in the past a slightly stricter but not reckless god. So…”

"What have you Indians done to turn a partner who should be fair and reasonable into an evil spirit?"

The temple priest screamed in agony.

"No! Impossible! He must know something, he must be hiding something! He's the last believer, he must know how to control Hastur!"

The mental interference was suddenly resolved.

The hotel owner's eyes cleared from a daze. He remembered what had happened earlier, and looking at the large group of people in front of him, he murmured with wide eyes.

"If I knew... why would I tell you the secret..."

The ascetic monk suddenly twisted, as if trying to leap up, but Yu Zhiwei pressed him down with her telekinesis. He struggled, then suddenly raised his head towards Si Ming, letting out a low growl at Si Ming and the tavern owner behind him.

"Kill him! Kill Hastur's last follower, the last Tabad... That will surely subdue the out-of-control Hastur!"

At that moment, everyone understood everything about this land.

At that moment, everyone looked at the tavern owner, who was known as Lava.

"You...you really released Hastur from his seal...By the Triads...what have you done?"

His voice suddenly stopped.

The next moment, his face turned deathly pale. Something terrible was about to happen, something terrible was already happening! He abruptly reached out, grabbed the pistol hovering beside Siming, pointed it at his jaw and brainstem, and yanked the trigger!

He failed.

It wasn't the reincarnators who stopped him, but rather the terrifying change that occurred the instant he reached out his hand. Vast patches of decay and twisting spread across his body, lividity appeared on his skin, and pus oozed from his eyes. In an instant, he transformed into a writhing, rotting corpse!

'Bang!' A gunshot rang out.

The gun blew off its entire jaw.

Yet it is still alive and can still move, and with half its face gone, it lets out a hysterical, terrifying wail.

The Indians released a nameless god who should have been permanently sealed away. Their actions caused this righteous god to transform into an evil being.

And now, all calamities are about to erupt.

“We…” The ascetic monk’s hand, which he had been straining to raise, fell limply to the ground. “…We simply wanted India to also possess boundless wealth and abundance…”

He also screamed in agony.

Because the next moment, lividity and signs of decay also appeared on his body.

(End of this chapter)