That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"Anyone will do...please save me...save Rick!"

“Rick…”

Chapter 264 Deus Ex

"sorry···"

"I'm sorry... Rick... I can't live with you."

Just as she was in despair, a detached and gentle voice rang in her ear: "So that's how it is. You've finally grown up."

"Who?"

"How noisy! In just the time it takes to sleep, this world has become so interesting, even the Familia I created has become so interesting."

"you are?"

"Do I need to explain further, you who awakened by your prayers, you who created me?"

Did you respond to me...?

"I will lend you your body temporarily."

Hughie opened her eyes wide and pleaded, "Yes, please use my body as you please, please save us."

"Shubi" yawned lazily, glancing at [Sky Strike] out of the corner of her eye. The rules of the world were rewritten, and all the spirit power contained in [Sky Strike] collapsed and disappeared in less than a ten-thousandth of a second.

In an instant, all the strange phenomena in the world were erased.

Fanlou, the God of Suspicion, was the first divine being born in this world, the first consciousness to be born, and his power was comparable to that of the God of War at his peak.

Even if all the Skywing species combined to unleash [Sky Strike], it wouldn't pose a threat to her; in her eyes, it probably wouldn't even qualify as an "attack."

It's like being hit by a flying mosquito.

Right now, she has only just been activated and doesn't even have a physical body yet, so she can't unleash even a fraction of the power of her divine essence.

It's more than enough to deal with Jibril.

"You are!"

An activated divine species!

Jibril immediately noticed that the "Shubi" in front of her was different from the previous one.

Born for war, with the mission of slaying gods and taking honor in death, the Skywing race, Jibril, whose nature dictates such actions, trembled both in body and soul.

Invincible!

She had only ever felt this way when facing the serious monarch, Altshu, when she led 200 Skywing races to challenge the monarch, only to be wiped out in one blow.

We can't win!

Continuing to fight is not dying in battle, it's foolishly throwing your life away.

Having tasted fear, Jibril, whose body had shrunk, did not hesitate to use [Sky Shift] to escape.

"Shubi" did not pursue. No, that's not quite right. The God of Suspicion, Fanlou, didn't care about the movement of a single speck of dust.

Her attention had already been drawn to something else, and she looked surprised.

"Interesting! What is this? It's completely beyond my expectations!"

Shubi's consciousness was connected to Skynet, and the moment she accepted Shubi's body, she invaded the virtual reality world based on the connection.

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Sky cities inhabited by the Skywing race.

On his throne, the God of War, Artesius, suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look in the direction of the God of Suspicion, Saillou, his gaze piercing through space and time. He then closed his eyes and sighed regretfully, "If I had awakened hundreds of millions of years ago, perhaps I could still have put up a fight."

At that time, the gods had not yet waged an epic and protracted war over the Star Cup.

Artes is a divine species that feeds on fighting spirit, hatred, malice, and blood.

The battles surrounding the Star Cup have lasted for hundreds of millions of years. As the God of War, his power was amplified infinitely based on the concept of war, thus making him the strongest.

Even the first god born in the world, whose power of prayer has declined to this extent, is no different from the forest god Kainas in the eyes of the war god Artesius; they are both insects that can be crushed at will.

Moreover, even in a battle against the God of Doubt, Horo, at his peak, the God of War, Artesius, was confident of victory.

Of course, the most likely outcome is that the planet will collapse first due to the battle between the two.

Even now, the power of the God of War, Artesius, continues to grow endlessly.

The reason is simple: war.

A more devastating and widespread war broke out, as if it would burn the world to ashes.

The culprit is the weakest race—humans.

It is no longer a war between agents of the gods' kin; even the gods themselves have been dethroned.

Every hour a race perishes, every minute a god falls.

"This is... absolutely wonderful."

The God of War, Alt, was enjoying the rhythm of war while suppressing his excitement.

He knew very well that this war sweeping across the entire planet was the clarion call for the weakest race, humanity, to launch an attack against him.

The years he waited for a challenger to appear felt more unbearable than tens of millions of years.

"Weakest challenger, be fully prepared, hold the belief in victory in your heart, and step before the throne of the strongest as the weakest."

"If the fate of the strong is to be defeated by the weak."

"There should be challengers in front of the strongest."

"Otherwise, everything would be too boring."

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On the other side, Yuki sensed the anomaly in Skynet, that an external entity had invaded the virtual reality world, and immediately reported it to Hall.

"Intruder?"

"Yes, the intrusion port authentication number belongs to a member of the human remote team, named Shubi."

Can you confirm the other party's identity?

"A divine species, and it has a very deep understanding of the machine race."

The two people's consciousnesses simultaneously sank into the virtual reality world, arriving in a modern virtual reality world, and found the root of the anomaly in an arcade.

A young girl with long black hair is playing an arcade game. Her face is cute and charming, but she doesn't seem to be showing much emotion.

Upon seeing the black-haired little girl, Yuki trembled, tugged at Hall's sleeve, and shook her head at Hall, explaining the little girl's identity: "She is our creator."

Hall nodded, not at all surprised. The machine race had gained a heart and the power of prayer. When a strong prayer gave direction to the world, a god race would be born.

It was only a matter of time before the creator of the Machine Race, the God of Suspicion, Fanlou, became active; it was just that Hall hadn't expected her to appear so soon.

Hall waited politely for her to finish the game.

Fanlou stretched and asked Hall with interest, "Did you create this world?"

Hall shook his head: "I'm just an infrastructure builder; these worlds are products of human imagination."

"Is that so? Humans are truly fascinating beings. They are rich because they are weak, wonderful because they are short-lived, beautiful because they are ugly, and complex because they are simple. The world created by humankind is undergoing dramatic changes every day. This is the world I used to dream of."

Do you like it?

"Indeed, the ones I created before, the Machine Race, were a bunch of creatures with rigid mindsets... or rather, they couldn't even think. Even now, they are the complete opposite of humans. Yet you have combined them with humans and produced such a wondrous reaction. Who are you?"

Hall shrugged: "Weak humans."

The God of Suspicion, Fanlou, glanced at Hall and said with a half-smile, "Weak? This world cannot find any proof of your existence. Unbound by fate, your existence is frightening to us. I know your desires, but don't worry, I have no interest in such things. I will neither help you nor hinder your actions. I am merely a passerby in this world, at least until I change my mind."

Hall's brow twitched slightly, his gaze filled with a hint of doubt.

The God of Suspicion, Fanlou, saw through Hall's thoughts and laughed, "Because it's very interesting. The weakest being defeats the strongest. Is there anything more interesting in this world? I look forward to your performance, Mr. Human."

Chapter 265 Divine Fire

Ten thousand meters underground lies a massive steel city, bathed in light, where the sounds of steam rising and steel rumbling can be heard everywhere. The buildings are haphazardly planned, with complex steel fortresses crisscrossing the landscape, seemingly without any discernible pattern, like an industrial city built to the extremes of craftsmanship.

In the very center of the underground city stands a massive cylindrical structure, resembling a forge. Inside, however, burns not flames, but a colossal pillar of light that pierces through the earth—the Fire of the Creator, the Divine Furnace.

The Divine Furnace was not only used for industrial forging, but also responsible for providing the main energy source for this highly mechanized city.

At this moment, inside the conference hall of the spherical building adjacent to the Divine Furnace, the leaders of the goblin race were in complete chaos.

On the central conference table, ground intelligence gathered by the goblins was projected, including the war between the machine elves and the forest elves, and the wars breaking out in various parts of the planet.

"what is going on?"

"The main force of the Forest Elf race was completely wiped out by the Machine Race!? If it were just the main force of the Forest Elf race, that would be one thing, but according to analysis, the Forest Elf race may have remembered the power of the God Race in order to launch a counterattack."

"Not only that, it has been confirmed that the divine essence of Kainas, the creator of the forest spirits, has disappeared!"

"Just now, we confirmed multiple divine essence reactions on the ground! A new divine species has been born!"

"Impossible... The number of divine beings is still increasing... It has already exceeded three digits!"

"Another plural of the neurological reactions has disappeared!"

"Damn, this is insane! Is it the end of the world? What on earth is happening?"

Every piece of intelligence was stimulating their nerves. Originally, the goblin race planned to come out and pick up the scraps after the machine race and the forest elf race had fought to the death, but the intelligence sent back by the ground scouts made them dare not make any rash moves.

Even in the war with the forest spirits that lasted for over ten million years, we had never encountered such an unusual situation.

—A surge of divine beings appeared.

As a species created by the gods, the goblins were well aware of the gods' power, which was not something that mere creatures could deal with.

If there were only one or two divine beings, the goblins might have the courage to test the waters. But dozens? Hundreds? Are you kidding me? Has the world gone mad?

The goblins don't even have the courage to show themselves now; they only feel a tiny bit of safety when they're hiding in the underground city thousands of meters below the surface.

Just as the goblins were discussing their countermeasures, a projection appeared, and a male goblin reported in a hurried and panicked tone: "Report! The third port leading to the surface has been breached! The enemy is the Mech race!"

"Repeat! The enemy is a machine gun!"