My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 435 - 421: The True Creator God System

Atabia turned her head to look at Minis.

Minis remained silent, somewhat afraid to meet that penetrating gaze directly.

If you put it that way, it seems none of the Creation Gods have used their authority properly.

Clearly, as Creation Gods, they are practicing cultivation daily, just like the common beings, to strengthen each realm. But why? Do they really need to cultivate in the same way?

It’s utterly foolish!

Looking back, it’s like being given an AK-47 but using it as a hoe to till the land.

This is akin to following the path of brute strength, as laid out by the Imperial General Herodotus.

"When I first saw that Minis could reach the top, I felt that there was something wrong with this era. And now I truly believe there is something wrong with you all."

"Primitive, barbaric, low-level, backwards."

Atabia spoke lightly: "This region has developed into such a state, its backwardness is beyond imagination in the eyes of outsiders among the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms."

"And yet you have the audacity to call yourselves Ancient Gods and aspire to control this area? Is ignorance giving you confidence?"

"Aren’t you afraid of getting killed when you visit other regions of the heavens?"

The man frowned, showing a thoroughly speechless expression, "It’s fortunate I never study with you all, you truly lower my thinking and research level."

All present Creation Gods, especially those capable of creation, felt named and subtly mocked.

They each blushed with embarrassment.

The exalted Innate Creator Gods, creators of races, drivers of the world... yet they strengthen themselves like the lowest forms of life...

Like the highest innate nobility going to the slums to farm and make money with commoners.

Sitting on Treasure Mountain without gaining entry.

Could it be that our region’s Creator Gods are so backward and low-level?

That other regions are truly mature and complete, having embarked on the correct path for Creator Gods?

The Emperor muttered to himself, standing aside, "I understand now, this third system is a unique path to strength of the lineage of Creation Gods... the Creation Gods of a world within a single heaven should never have to cultivate honestly, like mortals do, again and again!"

Only the Emperor remained indifferent, as it wasn’t about him after all.

Even though he also had the ability of a Creator God, he never used it.

He diligently practiced cultivating each realm, just like a common being, so what of it?

He even became a Creation God, creating his own martial path specialized race, through hardship, repeated death adapting over time, and through the survival of the fittest evolution!

"However, this guy seems quite formidable, overturning everyone’s perceptions."

The Emperor watched this ancient mythological man who had suddenly emerged, feeling a bit at a loss: "He reprimanded the other Creation Gods and also scolded the forefather, Herodotus, who pioneered the cultivation system atop the Elf Ancient Tree."

It then became rather intriguing.

Herodotus, pioneer of the cultivation system.

Atabia, pioneer of the creation system.

Atabia also ridiculed that general, criticising a truly great person who laid the foundation of the entire Extraordinary System’s cultivation framework, yet called him a simple brute, misguiding future generations.

However, despite his continuous belittling of the current system of the Extraordinary World, finding it crude and primitive, he was very optimistic about the Technology System.

Clearly, the Technology System, having endured countless trials, has become quite mature.

After all, the Extraordinary System in this land is crude, mostly emerging from ascending from smaller realms, pioneered by Herodotus.

Still, Atabia wasn’t judging based on strength alone. It appeared that although the Technology System wasn’t very effective in street battles, it still won his approval.

"Old man, your snake-shaped mecha is quite impressive." Atabia was straightforward, "At least, I can’t see through you for now."

Professor Wales smiled, "Thank you."

Atabia slightly returned the smile, "Perhaps we can exchange ideas, this world is too dull. Do you want to seize the title of Ancient God in this region? You play it too safe, cautious, but hard to get ahead while staying safe. Want to partner with me in a grand scheme?"

He was very amicable to creatures capable of intellectual exchange.

Professor Wales remained silent for a while.

It’s not the madmen who are frightening, but it’s those clever to the extreme, and Atabia was such a person, clearly with a brand-new plan.

"Hmph."

Black Star, seeing this scene, was even more displeased. He believed in human determination over destiny, that talent wasn’t everything, "Atabia! So what if your creation abilities are mighty? In the end, you’re just an Innate Unattainable Level being, still in the same realm as us."

"In such a short time, being able to create a Divine Upper-level creature in 1500 years is already very impressive."

"Do you have enough foundation for anything else?"

Black Star chuckled, "I don’t think you’ll have much advantage in this battle."

This sentiment was shared by many present.

They had to admit, creating such a miraculous ancient god through research was something they couldn’t imagine, but no matter how strong, he was still a scientist.

He quickly caught up to this realm, but battle isn’t just about this; it requires combat experience, talent, adaptability, and accumulation of resources...

Various factors would determine victory or defeat.

"So that’s how it is." Atabia nodded, frowning, "Are you looking for a fight? I’ve rarely experienced such in my lifetime."

In the past, it was all handled by Herodotus.

He deeply hated these physical contacts, primitive and savage attacks, crude to the extreme, using brute force to conquer opponents, yet now without escorts, had to rely on himself.

Otherwise, relying on Minis?

Thinking of this, Atabia glanced around, excluding Magina and the other three, in front of him were Black Star, the Emperor, and Professor Wales.

These three were the main contenders for Ji Cao.

And Black Star, this guy, was basically exhausted, so he could be left to Minis.

Atabia couldn’t help but look toward the Emperor and Professor Wales, and said, "So, my opponents now, are the two of you?"

The Emperor’s eyes finally showed a glimmer of brilliance.

Without saying a word, he walked forward, very curious about this ancient figure.

Only Professor Wales frowned, "This guy is troublesome, too variable, but I can’t shy away from a fight."

Fortunately, Professor Wales was a Perfect Unattainable Level, capable of staying indefinitely at that state.

As long as the situation went awry, he could escape, leaving the Emperor and Black Star to take the hits.

But before Professor Wales could think more, he saw the Emperor strike first, suddenly launching an attack.

Suddenly, within the thick, chaotic fog, an unprecedented battle wave was stirred up.