Lynn's fist slowly clenched, emitting a cracking sound.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes constantly weaving blinding glares.
Although he was still relatively unfamiliar with the control of the rules, how could he possibly not see the actions those gods took on the King of Secret Source.
But… But…
The King of Secret Source gasped for breath.
Taking advantage of Lynn weakening some of the marks the gods set in his body, the rare moments of clarity, he strained to use his own power.
In no time.
His body, under the influence of the Secret Source, slowly shrank.
Finally, it transformed into a long-eared elf-like figure, sitting cross-legged on the ground with difficulty, and the chains rooted in his back also shrank with him.
"Sit with me for a while."
The King of Secret Source gasped, then forced a pale smile upon his face.
"I feel like I'm dreaming to see you again after that divine battle."
Lynn remained silent.
He slowly descended from mid-air, standing before him.
But his eyes still flickered with the divine light of the Secret Source, his gaze fixed on the King of Secret Source, observing his root source.
"The one who attacked you is the God of Order," Lynn declared in a gloomy tone.
The King of Secret Source laughed, "Yes, so sometimes I do feel quite helpless. I struggled for so long, and in the end, I still could not escape that old lady’s palm, correct, just like the monkey you mentioned."
"No matter how hard you try, you can't escape from the palm of the Buddha."
He lowered his head, shook it, and conjured a spirit of strong liquor, pouring it into his mouth.
Drops of alcohol trickled down his chin and fell onto the ground, quickly forming into faint lights of Secret Source and disappearing.
He raised his head and lamented:
"You've gone through my memories, haven't you?"
Lynn remained silent.
He looked up to the sky and said, “Actually, I'm quite happy to have met you thousands of years ago, Lynn. Even though you're a fool, sometimes being too smart can prevent you from accomplishing certain things. Like me, I have lived wisely for ten thousand years, yet I don't know why I'm still alive."
He shook his head, somewhat self-mocking.
Lynn accused, "Don't beat about the bush and scold me. If you weren't foolish, would you have followed me to battle the god?"
The King of Secret Source chuckled, covering his face, and replied somewhat despondently:
"Of course, even the smartest people sometimes want to play the fool."
The two of them stopped talking.
Under the vast night sky.
On a deserted street.
One man drowning in his drink, another sitting quietly.
Lynn broke the silence after a long time, "I've been observing your source, I think I can save you."
The King of Secret Source smiled ruefully: "I’ve had enough of living, you cannot save me."
Lynn raised his head and said, "The God of Order set up two layers of prohibitions inside you. The first layer continuously absorbs your Secret Source, inflicting immense pain on your spirit, forcing you to admit your guilt and imprison your ego here."
"The second layer is exactly like you said, he meddled with your source, transforming you into a form of existence that resists the Secret Source."
The King of Secret Source drank in silence, one cup following the next.
Lynn stared deeply at him and said, “This is indeed a one-way change. I can't let you trace back to the source at the level of the law, but I can give you a new life in another way.”
The King of Secret Source was silent for a moment and asked, “How will I be reborn?”
Lynn took a deep breath and said,
“Totally abandon Secret Source, adapt to his transformation of you, and then...”
“Walk the path of order.”
The wind suddenly blew.
The King of Secret Source fell silent.
He could fully understand Lynn's meaning. The God of Order changed his form of existence, using the law of order, making his source become a contradictory body intertwined with Secret Source and the rule of order.
And it is this kind of contradictory body that threw him into suffering for a long time.
And what Lynn wanted to do was to strip off one of them and make him adapt to another one.
If done properly, after totally discarding the Secret Source, he could indeed be reborn in another way, return in the form of the King of Order...
But......
He took a deep breath and smiled tiredly:
“Lynn, I’m tired, really tired.”
“I was born in Secret Source, Secret Source is equivalent to my parents, if I abandon Secret Source, who created me, just to survive. It is as if I am denying everything about myself."
“And also...” he laughed at himself,
“If I truly accept the law of order as my source, I will be living under the shadow of the God of Order for my life. This, to me, is even worse than the pain I am suffering now, do you understand?”
Lynn was silent, “But you once told me, you wished to see a world without gods, you said how beautiful that world would be.”
The King of Secret Source looked up at the stars in the sky.
“Yes, but we failed, didn’t we?”
Lynn calmly said: “So, let's win it back.”
The King of Secret Source smiled bitterly and shook his head, “I'm sorry, Lynn, I'm really too tired...”
Before he could finish speaking,
Lynn kicked him to the ground, without any hesitation, and started to fight him fiercely.
Smack--
Smack--
Smack--
“Lynn, what are you doing? Why you beat people up out of nowhere?!!!”
Lynn(▼皿▼#) said: “Frick, I've been humoring you all this time, but you keep giving me negative energy. It's seriously pissing me off. Look at how I’m going to beat you up today!"
Lynn rolled up his sleeves, picked up a stool from the side, and began a fierce beating.
The King of Secret Source covered his head, feeling furious, “Stop! Stop, you are the former Great Lord of Violet, and I am the King of Secret Source, how can you beat people like a street thug!”
Lynn retaliated(艹皿艹): “Today I will beat you, can't you just give me a straightforward answer? Today I will beat you until you can’t even recognize your mother!”
“Hurt—Stop! Stop it!”
With a flurry of strikes,
He kept hitting him for more than ten minutes.
The King of Secret Source sat humiliated in a corner, holding his head, his clothes disheveled. A tear gleamed in the corner of his eye, a blend of humiliation and anger.
"This is too much; they actually hit me for more than ten minutes. If your wife Blue Dragon was still alive, I'd tell her about your bullying!"
Lynn took a deep breath, flexed his wrist, lit a cigarette, and spoke calmly:
"Just sit here and wait for my return. You've been suffering for a thousand years. I presume you wouldn't mind another ten minutes. I'll give you a new life when I return."
Saying this, Lynn turned around.
A surge of rolling dark energy instantly rose up and down his body.
An incredibly intimidating dark power lingered around his entire body.
"It has been a while since I used this identity."
He murmured, clenching his fist.
In a flash.
With a swish.
Massive black wings sprouted from his back, and devilish horns sprouted from his head. The horrifying aura shook the surrounding space.
Lynn exhales deeply, the demonic energy filling his body.
On seeing this, the King of Secret Source shuddered exclaiming:
"This... this is..."
Because he recognized Lynn's current appearance.
The first demonic monarch of the Abyss!
The very demon king, who had been dormant in the depths of the Abyss!!!
Lynn looked down at his claws and casually said, "Oh, this is just a pseudonym I use when I'm dabbling in Abyssal power. Others call me Lucifer, consider this my most powerful combat form."
The King of Secret Source's eyes shook as he pointed at him and said, "Wait!! You mean, that Demon King; he is you?! He's just a pseudonym you use?!!"
"Then that bastard who chased me through hundreds of dimensions, exhausting my entire fortune while I was on holiday in the Abyss fifteen hundred years ago... that very asshole was also you?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
