It's time to become an evil god.

Suddenly, a second eye sprouted from the open eye on the monster's shoulder, growing wildly and relentlessly like an infinitely proliferating cell. It swept across everything with the force of a wildfire, and soon its entire body was filled with eyeballs squeezed out from deep within its internal organs, as if it had turned into a giant, walking bunch of grapes.

He remained motionless and fearless as the bus hurtled towards him, his powerful body crashing directly into it.

With a loud bang, everyone inside the bus was thrown about, and the windows shattered, splattering blood everywhere. Each blood-stained shard flew into the bus. At that very moment, all the players launched a fierce attack on the monster that resembled a bunch of grape-shaped eyeballs.

The Holy Spear, the blessed golden bullet, the light that tore the bus in two, and the dazzling array of items and skills unleashed their destructive power, all hurtling towards the monster whose body was already half-covered in blood.

This attack seemed to gather the power of all the players, all of which was blasted onto the guy in front of them, who looked like just an elite monster. Unexpectedly, one after another, the swollen eyeballs on it burst open, and the cloudy vitreous body, like a cocoon giving birth to new life, began to crawl out long, wriggling worms.

"New life always sprouts from the corpse of old things. As a life form that has stopped evolving and is heading towards extinction, humanity can no longer board that Noah's Ark to the new world."

The middle-aged man with long hair who emerged from behind the grape-shaped eyeballs looked at their futile struggles and shook his head.

"It's no use. No matter how much you struggle, it will all be in vain. This is humanity's only chance to shed its identity as a remnant of the old era. Through rituals, we can awaken those unspeakable deities and allow humanity to evolve once again."

"Be in awe, for the Kingdom of Heaven is about to be born."

"And those who survive must go to [heaven]!"

"Is this Shinji Mikami?"

It would be hard for others to connect the guy in front of them with a game producer; at this moment, Shinji Mikami seemed more like a charlatan.

Even the witch couldn't help but complain, "What kind of bizarre world is this dungeon supposed to be?"

He spread his hands, and the parasites that emerged from his eyeballs wrapped around Shinji Mikami in front of him. The player nightmares that he had personally developed were now acting like a backlash, directly pulling him into the interior of his eyeballs.

Then the grape-shaped monster began to deform like a clump of thick juice, eventually transforming into a semi-transparent baby-shaped creature floating in mid-air. Its entire body seemed to be pieced together from mycelium, similar to the inferior ancient god replicas they had encountered during the Xu City Cataclysm.

There was no time left for anyone to waste. The witch stepped forward, waving her staff and chanting incantations.

"A black gold Tyrannosaurus Rex."

"Breaking the chains that bind the world."

"Bring destruction to my enemies."

A door radiating red light appeared in mid-air, stirring up dust that billowed high into the sky. Almost everyone heard a clanging sound of metal chains breaking, as if something was about to emerge from the massive door.

Sharp claws pried open the iron gate, and a pair of scarlet eyes peered through the crack, observing everything outside. With a roar, a dazzling red light emanated from the gate in the next instant.

Show yourself.

"Destruction Dragon!"

A colossal red and black dragon tore through a rift in space and time, its terrifying body descending before the crowd. Raising its massive, truck-like head, it unleashed a terrifying roar and unleashed a destructive beam of red light directly at the infant monster before it.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The red light was deflected by the mycelium-encased infant and refracted outwards. The high-temperature death rays penetrated the skyscrapers and reinforced concrete, melting directly into molten steel. They cooled rapidly in the air, but had no effect whatsoever on the infant formed by the mycelium.

The baby remained curled up in its mother's womb. In the next instant, that membrane was breached, and countless hyphae wrapped around the destructive dragon's body, forcibly pulling it toward itself.

Blasphemous sounds, originating from the abyss of the underworld, erupted from the organs endowed by something indescribable.

"Woo-wah, woo-wah."

That was the cry of a newborn baby entering the world.

At this moment, the destructive dragon statue was a broken piece of porcelain, with fine cracks appearing all over its body. As the cracks continued to expand, it resembled a dazzling red ball of light, and finally exploded directly in front of the baby.

The red death ray pierced through the mycelium and exploded instantly, severing the baby's outstretched finger.

A pained human face appeared on the forehead of the giant infant, seemingly trying to forcibly tear through the membrane to enter the world. At this moment, Shinji Mikami had merged with the blasphemous being; his spiritual vision had been enhanced, and he could no longer be considered a "human," but a higher being.

Shinji Mikami, who had opened his eyes—or rather, the monster who could no longer be called Shinji Mikami—looked at the group of players, and suddenly, he froze.

In his eyes, everyone else was nothing more than a small, flickering candle that could be extinguished at any moment, but among them was an incongruous figure.

Shinji Mikami, who is no longer human.

Behind Bai Ge, he saw a colossal object shrouded in mist, its overwhelming body covering a large part of the sky!

The black mist had always been there; it was just that my spiritual vision was too weak to see it before!

Moreover, that mist was definitely not from the human world, nor was it any of the monsters they knew from the classical texts!

"impossible."

Shinji Mikami's mind raced. "According to our revised script, there shouldn't be any monsters like this among the otherworldly visitors we summoned!"

He suddenly remembered the incomplete passage about Revelation in another volume of "When the Stars Come Down".

However, there is no detailed written record of that period, only a rough sketch.

A thunderbolt cleaved through the dark, billowing clouds of despair, revealing a colossal, swollen, grayish-white creature shrouded in a mysterious black mist. Occasionally, it would peek out from behind a dozen or so intertwined, claw-like tentacles, each covered in fangs and containing writhing eyeballs! A gaping maw, protruding from the tumor, writhed and swayed, while the gods trembled before it like lambs in sheep's clothing!

The sketch had only a Latin phrase scrawled on it.

The translation is:

"He came, he saw, he destroyed."

Chapter 199: Beating a God with a Mortal Body!

The crowd, pale-faced, watched as the infant's form in the sky began to twist and contort, seemingly in terror and unease. The child of the god, originally destined to descend into this world to unite with Shinji Mikami, began to struggle frantically, unwilling to continue its reincarnation.

"What exactly is this?"

The witch frowned. She clearly remembered that the dragon's attack had not had any substantial effect on the baby's body, but since just now, the baby's body seemed to have suffered some kind of mental damage... Wait, she seemed to have encountered this situation before!

Yes, it was when the offspring of the inferior ancient god replicas descended upon Xu City that the offspring exhibited the same fear and unease.

The witch's gaze quickly fell on her most unreliable teammate. In the next instant, the crazed infant form transformed into countless worms with twisted, sharp mouthparts, rushing towards Bai Ge, seemingly determined to take him down with it.

A holy spear suddenly appeared in Bai Ge's hand, which he hurled directly towards the baby.

In the next instant, Bai Ge's figure disappeared, and he flashed to the position of the baby's forehead with the Holy Lance, where he met Mikami Shinji, who had merged with the monster baby.

Shinji Mikami asked in terror, "Who are you?"

"I am a national first-class underworld artist, a master of pranks, a specially invited guest of the Tokyo Art Exhibition, and a fisherman who never misses a shot. Is that enough?"

Shinji Mikami stared at the other person with a "Are you kidding me?" look, but the next moment, he was punched hard in the face.

pain.

Shinji Mikami, who had long since lost his sense of pain, felt a pain emanating from the depths of his soul, as if it were tearing his very being apart. However, before he could even react, a second punch landed squarely on his cheek. This was not a hallucination, but a real, visceral pain.

What seemed like an ordinary punch actually caused direct damage to the soul.

Everyone on the ground was stunned. King Arthur even tugged at a tuft of hair on his head to confirm that what he was seeing was not an illusion, but a real scene.

Even Joan of Arc murmured to herself, "Does anyone know what kind of monster this person is?"

No one answered her question; at that moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

To beat a god with the body of a mortal—this child is terrifying!

……

Click.

The statue of a curled-up baby on the table suddenly shattered. Miyazaki Hidetaka's expression froze, and he slowly sighed, calmly saying, "Shinji Mikami failed."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Junji Ito and Hideo Kojima both looked up, staring at each other with incredulous shock, and tentatively asked, "Could one of them be...?"

Miyazaki Hidetaka wasn't too surprised, but slowly explained, "As expected, everything is going according to plan. After all, the knight who defeats the dragon will eventually become the dragon. There's not enough time. We need to board the Noah's Ark of evolution through the Kabbalah Tree of Life before those beings descend upon this world through the mutation point."

He picked up the list on the table, glanced at it, and said calmly, "However, there are indeed a few otherworldly travelers who were not invited by us. There is no such thing as a 100% perfect plan. What we need to do is keep the overall framework under control."

Hideo Kojima shook his head. "But I have a bad feeling. What if it's not a knight who defeats the dragon, but a god who is even more terrifying than the dragon?"

"..."

Hidetaka Miyazaki didn't speak, but waved his hand and said, "Anyway, in the end we only need a container, and it doesn't matter who does it. Since the script of 'When the Stars Descend' is arranged this way, let's follow the plot."

……

The streets reeked of blood. People walked through red blood that reached above their calves. Hideous parasites floated on the thick layers of blood, but now they had lost their life force with the death of their hosts.

The baby who was born as a vessel died.

The cause of death, naturally, was being brutally beaten to death.

The other players could only watch helplessly as this unfolded, not because they didn't want to intervene, but because they simply didn't have the opportunity. The last time they'd seen someone capable of tearing gods and monsters apart was a bald guy named Kratos.

The man wearing thick glasses looked around as if searching for something. His eyes flickered as he stared at the strange parasites floating in the air. He muttered to himself, "I never thought that these people in the dungeon world would actually transform themselves into the offspring and kin of some superior beings in order to survive and evolve. It's really... insane."

The man who said this was incredibly horrifying, but his hands were busy collecting hundreds of different kinds of parasite corpses floating on the surface into glass containers.

Faced with this outrageous behavior, the surrounding players silently distanced themselves from him, leaving a vacuum around him.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

His words caught the attention of several players from the Special Affairs Bureau. The Special Affairs Bureau had not previously studied the connection between rituals and ancient gods, and a special team was only established after the Xu City disaster.

Ed, the vice president of the Frankenstein Alliance, pushed up his glasses, which were about to slip off his nose, and explained, "From the very beginning, humans have used some kind of spiritual activity to induce the superior beings to descend into their offspring or projection. The offspring are part of the superior being, but the superior being is a void existence. His offspring cannot have a physical form in reality, just like a drop of ink in water; the ink will become diluted, and the water will become murky. Therefore, the void superior beings need a medium, a vessel."

"These people, whether unfortunate or fortunate, become the vessels for the descent of the divine offspring. The physical vessel gradually transforms the offspring from nothingness into a spiritual entity, while the vessel slowly transforms from spirit to body, losing emotions, losing its self, and finally losing its physical form, becoming the offspring's retinue. The offspring, on the other hand, gains a self, gains emotions, and achieves spiritual and physical completeness, allowing them to be born in the real world with a physical body. Although this is somewhat rebellious, it may be the truth behind the so-called descent of Jesus."

The vice president of the Frankenstein Alliance, who advocated explaining metaphysics through science, openly explained their findings to others, causing some players who originally believed in God to waver, while other materialistic players were shocked.

Deep down, everyone was filled with thoughts. If these people in the dungeon world were really trying to summon some higher beings in the way Jesus descended, would there be some crazy players in reality who would try to do the same?

They had now reached the entrance to the main hall, where all was deathly silent.

There were banners, flowers, colorful balloons floating in the air, and a red carpet, but not a single living person was in sight.

It was as if everyone in the conference hall had suddenly disappeared during a grand banquet.

The atmosphere was both terrifying and eerie.

It was as if something had fallen from the sky, and some people subconsciously looked up.

Suddenly, leaden clouds filled the once clear and boundless sky, revealing an eerie hue. The surrounding scenery seemed to be rapidly losing its color, fading into a grayish-white hue.

Tick, tick.

The ground began to get wet very quickly.

"It's raining?"

"wrong."