I write obituaries for the gods

He launched the ammunition magazine, filled the gap with a dragon breath bullet, and walked step by step toward the monster not far away.

At this moment, Qingtian staggered toward the campfire Lin Chen had lit earlier. Undeterred by the intense flames, he lunged forward.

"Ughhhhh~"

"So comfortable, so comfortable! Ahhhhh~"

As Lin Chen drew closer, he could see clearly what was happening on Qingtian's body: his muscles were constantly expanding, while flames were continuously scorching them. The charred skin kept peeling off, and new muscles were growing in its place.

Is the search for a heat source intended to inhibit the endless expansion of muscles?

This process actually felt comfortable...

Is this guy a masochist?

Recalling the towering photos shown on stage, Lin Chen suddenly felt it made sense.

This psychopath...commits those morally depraved and despicable acts while simultaneously basking in the glory of being called a hero...

"call..."

Lin Chen quickly walked to the campfire and stood less than ten meters away from Qingtian.

He raised his shotgun and aimed at the grotesque monster writhing above the campfire:

"Oh!"

Flames spewed from the shotgun muzzle, and burning magnesium particles enveloped Qingtian's body, the 1,500-degree Celsius temperature melting his flesh and blood.

An hour ago, the sky was still covered by the flashing lights that symbolized attention.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lin Chen fired three more shots in quick succession, the dragon's breath spraying onto Qingtian's body, almost turning him into a human torch.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!! Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

Qingtian howled and screamed in agony, his last shred of reason being torn apart by the pain.

His muscles, avoiding the extreme heat, began to atrophy.

Looking at the disheveled and disgusting demigod, Lin Chen felt a mix of emotions.

He simply couldn't reconcile the image of the "demigods" that the Foundation had cultivated for so many years: they were a superior species from outer space! Extraordinary gods! Heroes of justice!

But the wailing monster before them was no god at all; when it revealed its true form, it didn't even have a human shape.

This is the kind of thing... that maintains the Foundation's control over Rain City...

This kind of monster can arbitrarily decide the life and death of others?

Once again, Lin Chen thought of Huihui.

What would that poor little girl think if she knew that the hero she admired was such a monster?

"Oh!"

With the fifth shot, Qingtian's deformed spine was exposed, and his body was still convulsing wildly.

Along with it, some dark blue substance leaked out.

"...?"

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment. At the same time, the dark blue substances surged more and more, spreading out in the air like bubbles.

The speed was so fast that Lin Chen had no time to dodge.

The moment those dark blue substances brushed against him, Lin Chen's temples immediately became burning hot.

He subconsciously reached up and pressed his temple. In an instant, the "Mirage City" appeared, and the colors before his eyes began to melt away, eventually fading into pure white.

"..."

Lin Chen stood on the pure white beach, and in front of him, a strong man lay on the ground.

He lay on his back, gazing at the sky, his eyes vacant, with a bluish substance forming bubbles above him.

In the dim light and shadow on the surface of the bubble, there seemed to be images flickering.

what is that?

Lin Chen moved closer, and as he got closer, it seemed as if someone was speaking from inside the bubble:

"...Johnston! Charge! Charge!"

At the same time, the bubbles expanded, and the light and shadow on their surface gradually became clearer:

A rugby match.

Lin Chen saw a player who was a size bigger than everyone else charging forward with a rugby ball in his arms, like a raging bull.

Through the helmet, Lin Chen saw the player's face, and in a moment of inexplicable connection, that face overlapped with "Qingtian's" face—

"...!"

Lin Chen's mouth gaped slightly: This player called Johnston... is Qingtian!

But... how could that be?

Aren't demigods extraterrestrials?

They don't casually enter human society; instead, they live in a special zone in the central area of ​​Yudu.

But this guy really is a towering figure...

Lin Chen lowered his head and looked at Qingtian lying on the pure white beach.

Upon closer inspection, he did notice some differences: although the facial features were the same, this Qingtian was clearly not as strong as the one in reality.

He's at most 1.9 meters tall, but in reality, that towering figure is probably 3 meters tall.

"why?"

Lin Chen looked up again, gazing at the dark blue bubbles.

He watched as several players tried to stop Johnston, who, as if in a frenzy, not only didn't dodge but instead delivered a powerful elbow strike—

"Crack!"

Lin Chen saw the guy who had been elbowed lying on the ground, his chest caved in, coughing up blood. Screams erupted from the audience, and whistles sounded from afar...

Then, the eerie blue light gradually changed, transforming into a changing room scene.

"Ms. J, the young master has brought him here."

"Okay, then you can go out."

Inside the dressing room, a well-dressed woman stood up and hugged the still-shaken Johnston tightly.

"My dear son, didn't I tell you not to act impulsively..."

Lin Chen frowned slightly as he looked at the woman embracing Johnston.

Ms. J...the foundation official who sent people to kill Lin Chen and Huihui...

Is Qingtian her son?

Was she so radical in trying to get rid of Lin Chen and Huihui just to clean up her son's mess?

Lin Chen looked at Ms. J's face, spent five seconds memorizing its features, and then continued to focus his attention on their conversation:

“That beast provoked me!” Johnston growled. “I just… just a little bit too hard…”

“You’re different from them…” Ms. J said affectionately. “Come on, drink today’s medicine.”

She took a small bottle out of her pocket and handed it to Johnston.

Lin Chen looked closely and saw that the bottle contained a dark blue liquid with a faint glow flowing across its surface.

That liquid... was exactly the same as the blue substance gushing from Qingtian's body...

Suddenly, a terrifying thought surfaced in Lin Chen's mind:

These are practically the supreme beings that rule the Rain City, the great demigods...

Are they man-made?

......

Chapter 16 Projecting All Things (Bonus Chapter, Please Read!)

Since the rise of Yudu and the emergence of demigods on the stage of history, they have become synonymous with "nobility" in everyone's subconscious.

These are extraordinary beings from outer space, capable of going anywhere, from the heavens to the earth, and all-powerful. They have maintained a very small population for many years, yet they have wielded immense power through the Foundation.

But now, watching Johnston drink the potion and see his muscles swell, a terrifying thought popped into Lin Chen's head:

Is the theory of demigods from beyond the heavens false?

Within the dark blue bubble, the scene begins to change: inside the sealed experimental chamber, Johnston howls.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

His muscles were pressing against the tempered glass wall, as if they were about to burst through at any moment.

"Suppressor experiment, first time..."

The foundation's scientists, dressed in white coats, surrounded the containers; some were recording data, some were operating instruments, and some were observing.

The scene changes again: in the school corridor, Johnston is holding a small child and pinning him against the wall.

"My mom said I'm superior to all of you!" He raised his chin. "You insecure little loser, I suggest you give me the money and go ask around. I've transferred schools three times already. The last little loser I taught a lesson will never be able to go to school again, hahaha..."

The scene shifts, the vessel slowly opens, and Johnston, whose spine has been implanted with a suppressor, slowly walks out.

He raised his head, his eyes completely bloodshot, and his helmet gradually fell down, covering the upper half of his face.

Ms. J strolled into the room, smiled, and approached Qingtian, putting her arm around his waist.

“From now on, your name is Qingtian,” she whispered. “You are a demigod.”

"..."

At this point, the light and shadow within the pale blue bubble dissipated.

Lin Chen let out a soft breath, and squatted down beside Qingtian on the pure white beach.

“You are not a god,” he said softly.

Johnston turned his head slightly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Chen.

“So what if I’m not?” he hissed. “I’m not a god…that little bastard I crippled can’t do anything to me. I went to the best high school and university in Yudu…my mother is a high-ranking official in the foundation! She can handle everything!”

"No one can hold me accountable..."

His body was so strong, yet he still spoke like a child who hadn't grown up.

Lin Chen gently shook his head and said:

"I've come to settle accounts with you..."

Looking directly into Lin Chen's eyes, Qingtian grinned an ugly smile:

"They warned me to be careful of you...the ghost of history..."

"I've been waiting for you..."

"...?"

Lin Chen was stunned when he saw Qingtian's sudden smile.

Ghosts of history?

He didn't have time to think. The next second, he saw Johnston get up from the beach and pounce on him.

Almost simultaneously, the "Mirage City" dissipated, and the monster, its body ablaze, rose from the campfire and charged at Lin Chen with bared fangs and claws!

As if suddenly regaining its senses, the monster endured the burning sensation from the flames!

not good...

Lin Chen instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Just as Qingtian's claws were within reach, suddenly, a bullet pierced Qingtian's neck.

The crimson light spread through the rain, followed by the belated sound of gunfire.

"Oh!"