Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 73 Why do stereotypes exist?
Rajesh took a deep breath, concealing all his dark plans. He stood ramrod straight, his face radiating impeccable affability, tinged with a perfectly measured, respectful smile. His greedy gaze quickly cleared after sweeping over the 'futuristic high-tech spaceship,' and when the Millennium Falcon, identical in design to those in the 'Star Wars' movies, opened its cockpit, he suddenly felt a strange dizziness.

His thoughts suddenly became somewhat unfocused, and a thin mist floated into his mind. He seemed to see four strange people wearing black cloaks, but in the blink of an eye, he dismissed them all from his mind.

It's not important; such a small problem is not important.

There were only five people requiring close monitoring, at most two more added later—before their arrival, New Delhi's think tanks had already analyzed their intelligence repeatedly. Although crucial combat intelligence regarding the Chen family ancestral home was never obtained from the Chinese, this didn't prevent Indian policymakers from drawing a definitive conclusion—

These people are not Chinese troops, nor do they belong to the United States or Russia—they are most likely a group of mercenaries without borders who have entered into a contract with the gods, specializing in solving extraordinary problems beyond the realm of reason.

They have no connections.

This is beyond doubt, because there are no noble Brahmins among them—India is a land favored and watched over by the great gods, so how could the divine army truly protected by the gods not have Brahmins, or even members of the Kshatriyas as leaders?
Well then, very good...

"Welcome to New Delhi. I am Rajesh, the person in charge here... The Prime Minister has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me. The spaceship can stay there; our people will take good care of it."

The visitors seemed easy to talk to, and the 'professor' who appeared to be the leader made his way to the banquet without much hesitation, under the protection of Rajesh's guards. Some of his subordinates seemed to show dissatisfaction, but they were quickly appeased by Rajesh's persuasive words. Everything went incredibly smoothly.

Something seems off...

The young politician had a slight headache, and the Vishnu amulet he carried was radiating a faint warmth. He frowned, then casually removed the cumbersome ornament and tossed it aside.

The feeling that something was wrong disappeared.

A smile seemed to appear on the professor's lips.

Rajesh walked along, introducing the local customs and culture of New Delhi to the group of guests. He occasionally cracked a joke, which immediately made the guest who called himself a 'traveler' chuckle softly.

With the relationship strengthened, the subsequent developments were only natural. After all, he was a venerable Brahmin who had personally condescended to entertain these mercenaries; they would naturally be deeply grateful.

"The Prime Minister is inside. Please leave your weapons here. Rest assured, we will take good care of them."

The guests laid down their weapons, and everything went just as Rajesh and his allies had anticipated.

The guests settled into their seats in the restaurant and enjoyed a delicious curry feast, just as Rajesh and his allies had planned.

After all the guests had enjoyed the sumptuous feast prepared for them by New Delhi, Rajesh's lingering anxiety finally subsided.

The army stormed in, guns pointed at the prisoners who would soon be stripped of their guest status. They tried to resist, but their strength had been significantly diminished by the high-level curse poison hidden in their food, poison that was impossible to detect by conventional means.

"Why..." their leader questioned.

A desire to confide surged in Rajesh's chest; he felt that as the victor, he deserved to make a statement.

“Someone needs to be held accountable for what happened in Mumbai. It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t shown up in Mumbai without permission and provoked that big shot, things wouldn’t have turned out this way. You need to pay the price for the deaths of millions of people in Mumbai.”

"Is that why? Aren't you afraid of the gods...?"

"You were the ones who erred first! The power of the gods cannot be manifested in the mortal world at will; this is the rule! Your unbridled use of supernatural powers on Indian soil has violated Indian law. Even the gods will recognize and punish you based on mortal rules!" "Furthermore, we have evidence that you stole India's latest scientific research. That spaceship belongs to us, and you shameless thieves actually stole it… No! To steal India's spaceship, you deliberately caused the terrible disaster in Mumbai. This is a grave sin, and each of you will suffer in hell for it!"

He spoke faster and faster, more and more excitedly. All the secrets and plans hidden in his heart poured out at this moment. The arrogance and self-righteousness unique to Indians were expressed with his head-shaking and swaying movements. And those true secrets that should never have been spoken were no longer blocked behind his tongue!

"Tabbad's secret must be covered up, and the Prime Minister has already suffered the consequences. But Tabbad's wealth must not be wasted like this... That gold is ours, mine! And we have already successfully released Hastur once, we will surely do better next time! Wealth, food, and prosperity should all go to her most beloved child, and those treasures should belong to India!"

"I will become the Prime Minister of India, the King of India! Even without the gods, the power of India, and my power, will be incomparably strong. And to achieve all that, someone must pay the price!"

Even without gods?

Even without the gods!

"I see." The 'professor' who should have been poisoned and injured suddenly stood up as if nothing had happened. And not a single soldier who was blocking the banquet hall fired a shot.

"You have carried out a plan without authorization, a plan whose consequences and costs are unknown. You wanted to steal Lakshmi's wealth and abundant power by liberating and controlling Hastur. However, you did not expect that evil is evil precisely because it is uncontrollable and does not follow rules or reason. And you did not expect that such blasphemous behavior would cause the gods of India to abandon you."

He stood up, as did his companions. Suddenly, the surrounding scenery began to shake and crack, scattering fragments of light like a curtain about to be torn apart.

"I knew it! Hastur was able to destroy the entire city of Mumbai. It's because your blasphemous acts have angered all the gods of India. You and your minions are unforgivable for forcing a god to fall. So you must find a new power, a new substitute. Because you know that to appease the wrath of the gods, you must offer a special sacrifice."

Everything shattered with a deafening roar.

Rajesh was still standing in the square, the high-tech spaceship still parked there. The guests hadn't left the square at all, and his entourage, allies, and the private militia who had come with him were all looking at him with horrified expressions.

"That is the blood, life, and head of the blasphemer."

Si Ming leaned lightly on his spiral staff, the Mind Interference of the Headless Four proving as effective as ever. He glanced at his companions—the others remained noncommittal, Jacob shrugged, and Valentina frowned. Yu Zhiwei, however, wore a bewitching smile.

"Is this India?" he exclaimed.

"What else can you expect from them? Do you think there are still intelligent people here who can communicate? Do you think there are still normal people on this land who won't go crazy?" Yu Zhiwei stretched. "For me, curry is actually the least disliked specialty of this land."

“You can’t generalize.” Valentina reached out and put the Millennium Falcon into her storage space. “Among the billions of Indians, there are good and bad. Your kind of thinking is actually a form of arrogance.”

They chatted amongst themselves, completely ignoring the restless crowd, the soldiers, and Rajesh, whose face had turned pale. But each of the reincarnators drew their weapons; clearly, everyone knew what was about to happen.

That Indian politician named Rajesh finally let out a hysterical outburst.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Kill them! They destroyed Mumbai!"

(End of this chapter)