Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 934 - 461 As I Descend Like a God! The Reappearance of the Black Death God, How Come It’s You Again, Damn xx (4k)
Above the sea, on the back of a monstrous fallen whale, Ande glanced mockingly at the players and humans on the shore.
His body had already mutated significantly, with tentacles extending from beneath his clothing replacing his hands, and he adjusted the monocle over his left eye.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, overestimating oneself."
The Lord was incredibly far-sighted. These players had no idea about the terrifying forces that lurked beneath the sea. Now that there was trouble with the Dragon Emperors, if the creatures from the ocean were to land en masse, they could probably flatten the entire Pan Continent except for the city where the Eternal World Tree stood.
Instead of resisting stubbornly, it would be easier for everyone if they just gave up early.
The deity may or may not have chosen a new Agent yet.
However, over the past two years, he had been collecting beautiful illusions of faith for the Lord, while carefully increasing the followers of the Church of Truth, causing one or two mass events with nobody there to stop him.
It seemed that this deity was only at that level.
Just a low-tier deity after all, how could they possibly contend with the great Lord of Truth?
"Am I about to become an angel of the Lord, too?"
Ande looked at his right hand that had turned into tentacles and smiled contentedly.
A large white fat worm crawled from his back to his shoulder.
"Yo, hungry?"
With his intact left hand, Ande plucked the worm off, pressed its mouthparts against his body, and let it feed on his flesh, chuckling, "I’ve always wondered how you found your way back to me. Was it that dream that brought you here?"
"Of all the snowworms I created, only you, this special individual, remained. Curious, isn’t it? Is there someone trying to send me a message through you?"
Naturally, the snowworm couldn’t speak; it merely continued eating his flesh.
Ande furrowed his brow.
The arrival of this worm was very peculiar.
At first, he had wanted to squash it immediately.
Could it be a trick by that deity?
But, an instinct from deep within his heart had prevented him from doing so, and thus he had ended up raising it instead.
Oh well, let’s consider it a pet for now, since nothing had gone wrong so far.
Besides, stroking this big fat worm felt quite comforting.
Ande hadn’t noticed that in the two black dot-like eyes of the snowworm, starlight flickered in and out of sight.
Damn, just because a pig got hit once, doesn’t mean it will quietly endure getting slaughtered!
...
As time dragged on, and the battle lines extended, the number of players on the side of Dawn City was gradually diminishing.
In this meat grinder of a battlefield, Transcendents below Tier Three were merely delivering themselves to their doom; only those who had achieved their initial transcendental transformation at Tier Three had the ability to survive.
Or, players dressed in power armor and high-tier equipment could also play a role.
On the eastern front line, someone decapitated an attacking tentacle monster with a sword, wiped the putrid blood splashed across their face, and complained, "We can’t possibly kill them all. There are always big fellows hiding among the monsters. I’ve been resurrected three times already. I’ve used up all my resurrections for today."
"Stop complaining. This is probably just the beginning. Legendary quests aren’t meant to be easy! Just think about those past legendary quests, didn’t they involve players worldwide piling up corpses to get through?" another person yelled.
"Damn, I wish I were Tier Four. I could then unfold a field and thin out these low-tier monsters. Look at our guild leader, pulling in hundreds at once, then finishing them off together. Invincible!"
"Wake up and smell the roses. You’re a Mutated Transcendents, aren’t you? If you rise to Tier Four and lose control and turn into an Origin Beast or monster, we’ll have to take you down too!"
"Hahaha!"
This group of players, part of the same Otherworld Traveler Guild, defending a section of the line, laughed knowingly.
Although, in reality, it seemed easier for players to transcend compared to the natives of the Dream world, many still found themselves stuck at Tier Three, failing to ascend even after multiple attempts despite having the pathways to sublimation and enough materials.
Not to mention those among the Mutated Transcendents.
The origin of the Mutant Factor determined their core potential, and most of the Mutated Transcendents were accidentally infected by Tier Three Origin Beast factors. Although they could seek their own ways of mutation-based ascension, such as devouring the flesh and blood of the same category origin beasts, the path of sublimation, which was safer, was significantly less stable by comparison.
Some countries even had laws that prohibited Mutated Transcendents from attempting ascension to Tier Four or higher within city limits.
If they failed, whether through Origin Beastification or falling, it could cause significant destruction in the real world.
So, practically no one wanted to follow the path of mutation.
Even if something like beast ears sounded nice, the risks of such transformations were too high, better to spend some money at the shop for that kind of thing...
"Damn, it looks like the president died! A Tier Four fish monster has infiltrated!" someone suddenly exclaimed.
"Isn’t the leader going to resurrect?"
"His Resurrection Coins are all used up!"
The daily number of resurrections for players was limited, and the resurrections of high-tier players came with significant side effects, since they were not the kind of truly backend-supported ’Fourth Calamities’.
The Tier Four Fallen Creature that had stealthily killed the president started ravaging the nearby players as if it was performing an unbeatable waltz.
