Super God Academy: Kabuto

Inside the wooden cabin, the aroma of tea lingered.

He Xi and Keisha rose simultaneously upon Lin Yu's sudden disappearance, their auras sharp. However, the next second—

"sit down."

The voice of that hazy figure rang out calmly, yet carried the power of an unyielding law. A gentle yet irresistible force pressed the two back into their seats. Keisha and He Xi's pupils constricted sharply—the vast, star-like divine power within them vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

"He's fine; he's just going to complete a trial he must face alone." The figure refilled their teacups, the steam rising gently. "You two stay here, keep this old man company with some tea and a game of chess. Young people, remember not to be impetuous."

With a casual wave of his hand, a pitch-black chessboard shimmering with a deep, starlight-like glow appeared, and the game quietly unfolded.

As Lin Yu stepped through the portal, he felt a white light engulf everything. The next moment, he found himself in a mysterious space—without sky or earth, only countless crystalline bubbles of varying sizes slowly floating, each bubble containing flowing light and shadow, as if enveloping a complete life, a miniature world.

Before he could take a closer look, the nearest bubble suddenly generated suction and instantly swallowed him up.

The world spun around.

When he "opened his eyes" again, he found himself "attached" to the body of an orphanage boy. He could not control this body and could only be an absolute bystander, experiencing the boy's life: his ignorant childhood, his hard work in school, his entry into society, his marriage and children, and his aging and death in the warmth of ordinary life.

Just when he thought the journey was over, the scenery blurred again.

In his next life, he became a prince in ancient times. He experienced the extravagance and undercurrents of the court, the passion and cruelty of the battlefield, and made great achievements. However, in the end, because his achievements threatened the emperor, he was poisoned and died with resentment.

Lifetime after life.

Wealthy merchant, scholar, farmer, warrior, hermit, sinner… countless identities, countless lives. Each time, from birth to death, he experiences vastly different joys and sorrows, loves and hates. Joy, pain, ambition, regret… all emotions wash over his consciousness like a tide, initially clear as if he were experiencing it firsthand, but gradually becoming like watching through frosted glass, the boundary between reality and illusion begins to blur.

Finally, all the images receded like the tide. He returned to that strange space filled with bubbles and stood there silently for a long time. The weight of countless lives settled deep within his consciousness, giving him a detached, almost numb understanding of "existence" itself.

After calming himself down, Lin Yu carefully avoided the surrounding bubbles and headed in a vague direction that he could sense.

"He's almost here, brother~"

A lively and familiar voice sounded from my side.

Lin Yu whirled around and saw Qi Lin standing not far away, smiling! His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized, "It's an illusion!"

"Little one, come here to your sister." He Xi's lazy and alluring voice came from the other side.

Qi Lin and He Xi's phantoms stood before a bubble radiating an alluring seven-colored halo, turning back to smile sweetly at him before reaching out to touch it—

"don't want!!"

Despite his rational shouts of "fake," the heart-wrenching pain and helplessness still overwhelmed him as he saw them about to be swallowed by the unknown bubble. He roared and rushed forward.

But it only touched upon the vanishing bubble.

He stood there, panting, knowing it was fake, but the feeling of palpitation lingered.

"Brother..." The voice rang out again, and Qi Lin's figure reappeared with an innocent smile. "What are you daydreaming about?" She naturally reached out and took Lin Yu's hand.

Lin Yu was still reeling from the emotional turmoil and hadn't had time to react.

Fingertips touch.

The world spun around.

When Lin Yu regained his senses, he was suspended in an absolute black void, like the "nothingness" before the birth of the universe.

A huge screen of light slowly unfolded in front of him.

In the light screen—

He saw "himself".

But that figure stood bathed in blood, exuding a terrifying aura, with a true mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood beneath his feet. That "Lin Yu" stood in the pool of blood, suddenly turning around, his gaze like a cold scalpel, precisely "cutting" through time and space, looking at him who was watching from the sidelines at this moment.

All he saw was a cold indifference that seemed to freeze everything.

Then, the "he" in the scene walked towards a pillar of light, in which a young girl slept. Her appearance was extremely similar to Qi Lin's, but her temperament was more ancient and ethereal, as if she had been asleep for countless eons.

He gently picked up the girl, glanced back at the endless corpses behind him, a chilling smile curving his lips, and then left.

Screen switch.

He stood at the core of a world, gazing at a primordial core that radiated a gentle light of creation.

As it reached out to take it, the core emitted a wave of resistance.

A dignified voice rang out: "Too much bloodlust, unbecoming of the lineage."

"Heh," Lin Yu sneered, "Within the rules, I have reached the finish line. This core is naturally the spoils of war."

A powerful force of spacetime erupted from his hand, forcefully negating and resisting, and he cleaved the ball of light into his palm!

"With the goods in hand, this decaying world has no reason to exist anymore."

A massive, pitch-black vortex unfolded behind it, devouring everything and annihilating the desolate world along with the endless corpses.

The scene then changes.

Two figures, their auras vast as the starry sea, appeared, one black and one white, their faces indistinct.

The black figure toyed with the stolen world core and handed it to the white figure.

The white-clad figure took it, sighing with pity: "Their murderous intent was too strong... They didn't have to die."

"Is that so?" the black-clad figure asked sarcastically. "It was 'He' who set these cruel rules. I was just playing to the very end. If 'He' wants to back out..." His voice suddenly turned icy, like an ancient abyss, "I wouldn't mind personally sending 'He' to his grave."

The white figure fell silent, then turned to gaze at a twin universe in the distance, undergoing a process of birth and death. The core of the world in its hand transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into it as if to replenish and nourish it.

The figure in black stepped forward: "What have you found?"

The white-clad figure shook its head, its voice grave: "No, something inside is blocking my view." It paused, a barely perceptible tremor and a hint of hope creeping into its voice.

"My sister... lost and adrift, the last... fragment of her soul."

The figure in black walked up to him: "Then let's go in now."

Just as the two were aroused, a hazy figure quietly appeared.

"What brings you to my territory?"

The white-clad figure stepped forward: "Excuse me for disturbing you, but I have left something important here that I need to retrieve."

"The two of you entering in your true forms will cause too much disturbance; this universe cannot withstand it." The hazy figure transformed into the appearance of an old man. "You can share a wisp of your essence and merge it into the search on my behalf."

The figure in black frowned: "Conditions?"

The old man said calmly, "It's just about forming a good connection."

The black figure seemed about to speak, but was stopped by the white figure: "Alright."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them raised their hands simultaneously. The purest and most exquisite power of spacetime converged in their palms, resonating with the core light that was flying towards the twin universes, and together they disappeared into the void.

The light curtain abruptly stopped.

Darkness returned, and all was silent.

Lin Yu stood alone in the void, a torrent of information surging and colliding wildly in his mind.

That cold, indifferent gaze as he looked back amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood...

The ancient girl sleeping within that pillar of light...

That indifferent attitude of destroying the world and seizing its origin...

The whispers about "shards of the soul"...

And then... the two fundamental principles that ultimately merge into this universe.

Countless questions, like thorns, entangled his consciousness, tightening their grip.

Does that foreshadow a dark future that is destined to descend into?

Or... an ancient truth that was long ago engraved but forgotten by him?

And Qilin... who exactly are you?

And who am I, really?

The darkness did not answer, but simply enveloped him silently.