IRM Chapter 149

Ji Chi finally saw clearly the man on the divine throne. He should have come from the same country as Ji Chi, as two identical pairs of black pupils silently gazed at each other.

The false god’s face was very ordinary, like an uncle selling fried dough sticks downstairs in a residential complex—once you looked past him, you would never remember him again. But his demeanor was deeply unsettling, looking down on this world from on high, as if in his eyes there was no existence of life.

The false god sized up Ji Chi with some displeasure and irritation, like examining a stranger who had fearlessly entered his home.

He frowned, his index finger tapping on the armrest of the divine throne. “This is your attitude when coming to someone else’s world? Even as a guest, you should act like one. Oh wait… I almost forgot, you’re just a despicable thief.”

The words the man spoke reached Ji Chi’s ears in familiar yet strange Mandarin, as if he hadn’t used this language for a long time, stiff with a heavy accent.

After the false god finished speaking, he looked at Ji Chi carefully again, sighed and softened his tone. “Sigh, forget it. You haven’t been here long, you don’t know anything, so I’ll forgive you.”

“It’s not easy to meet a fellow countryman here. I can directly make you max level, give you a lofty status, and unlimited gold coins. You can just enjoy yourself in this game world.” The false god waved his hand with a condescending air.

“Game world…” Ji Chi held his sword, watching him indifferently from afar. “So you still think this is a game world.”

“Of course.” The false god looked matter-of-fact.

He squinted his eyes, looking down from above the divine throne at the vast continent. The towering mountains and boundless seas looked small and exquisite, as if they could be held in his palm and played with at any time. He said slowly, “This is the game I designed and developed. Naturally, everything is decided by me.”

Ji Chi stopped in his tracks and suddenly looked up at him. “You… designed and developed it?”

Ji Chi remembered some things from his previous world.

The founder of the Demon Sword online game didn’t actually appear much in the public eye. It was said that before designing and developing Demon Sword, he was just an obscure game developer, poor and unknown all his life.

But one day, he suddenly designed a mysterious and beautiful vast world, with a harmonious and complete worldview, full and vivid characters… Every profession, every skill was so realistic it was intoxicating…

This founder reached the pinnacle of the gaming world with the explosive popularity of the Demon Sword, but not long after, he died from drunk driving, crashing into a utility pole at high speed. A young girl who had been drugged in the passenger seat was lucky enough to escape.

After this incident broke out, what made many players feel uncomfortable was that this young girl actually had a face eighty percent similar to the “game NPC Saintess Coralie”…

Ji Chi frowned, suddenly feeling a bit nauseous.

The false god observed his expression and snorted with laughter. “What, are you also a player of the Demon Sword online game? That makes sense… Being able to level up this high, you must be a power gamer, right?”

“Unfortunately, I didn’t get to continue watching Demon Sword’s global popularity, but being able to do whatever I want in the game world, isn’t that an even more wonderful thing?”

As the false god spoke, he suddenly clenched his fist, his eyes stained with jealousy and madness. He desperately leaned forward, the veins on his forehead bulging violently, but he was still firmly trapped on the divine throne, unable to move at all!

His eyes turned blood red as he roared at Ji Chi. “This is my world! Why should I be controlled here?! I’m the protagonist! I’m the ruling god! What are you?! Why are you the one who’s free?!”

The false god struggled violently for a while, then gradually calmed down with heavy breathing. He closed his eyes, looked at Ji Chi again, his pupils hiding deep resentment. “…Tell me about your life in this world.”

Without waiting for Ji Chi’s answer, he continued directly, his expression taking on a dreamlike longing. “The Saintess should have been born, right? Is she still as gentle and beautiful? When I first saw her, I wasn’t afraid at all…”

The false god realized he had said too much. His gaze toward Ji Chi became cold as ice. “You must have already played with her, right? Heh… What man could resist such a treasure…”

Ji Chi thought of Saintess Coralie’s mocking expression and sky-high sarcastic attitude, his face very complex… What ghost story are you talking about?

Seeing Ji Chi’s silent appearance, the false god’s eyes turned crimson again. He endured the emotion about to explode and no longer looked at the hateful face before him. “Forget it, if you want to play, then play. Just don’t play her to death… When I break free from this damned control, I’ll properly clean her up. After all, she’s still mine…”

Ji Chi quietly looked up at him. “I’ve discovered that you’re not at all familiar with this world. Are you really the creator? Or rather… you’re just a despicable plagiarist, aren’t you?”

The false god was silent for a moment, then laughed strangely. “Plagiarism? Creating one’s own dreams, how can that be called plagiarism? Besides, only I have dreamed of this world! I created it into the most popular game! I was reborn into the game! It’s mine! Everything about it is controlled by me!”

The false god excitedly raised his arms and shouted, his face flushing red in a grotesque way. “Everyone here is a lowly NPC! Their fates are naturally for me to manipulate! What God of Light, what Beast God! They should all kneel at my feet! Oh… and my Coralie… From the first prayer she made, I knew she would definitely be mine…”

In his excitement, the false god didn’t control his volume. His thunderous shouts descended like divine oracle, and the entire Angel Kingdom heard the “Supreme God’s” truest thoughts.

Below Yura Summit, the old Chief Angel’s face turned pale. He exchanged glances with the equally grim-faced divine attendant, shocked and pained, not knowing what to say.

“How disgusting… This is the false god you’ve worshipped for so many years.” A mocking voice came from behind them. The angels turned around and saw Saintess Coralie with a face full of disgust.

Saintess Coralie had been the first to complete the task Ji Chi entrusted to her. She rescued the severely injured Akangie from the underground depths of the Saint Trilley Cathedral, took the Earl’s family’s teleportation array to the Angel Kingdom, and had just arrived here when she heard the “confession” that made her sick enough to vomit.

The old Chief Angel didn’t have time to be angry. His eyes were full of the weak and indifferent Akangie beside Saintess Coralie. He rushed forward, his hands waving frantically, trying to find somewhere to support him.

“Great Archangel… How did you get injured like this…” The old angel murmured heartbrokenly, but quickly realized that only the “God of Light” could have injured Akangie to this extent.

The old Chief Angel seemed to age many years in an instant. He looked at Akangie sorrowfully and asked sadly, “Then where is our god? Where is our God of Light…”

Akangie looked at him calmly. He straightened his back, concealing his wounds beneath his no-longer-crisp uniform. He spread his twelve pure white wings, looked down at the old Chief Angel, and said softly, “Have you forgotten too? Angels can never possess a twelfth wing, because it is sacred, it is eternal.”

The old Chief Angel’s eyes gradually widened, murky tears quietly falling. He whispered tremblingly, “Yes… You’re right… My sacred and eternal God of Light…”

Akangie didn’t respond to the old Chief Angel. He looked up at Yura Summit, spread his wings and flew up without hesitation.

Before the divine throne, Ji Chi’s eyes turned ice cold. He no longer expected this person to recognize his own mistakes. He finally understood the false god’s thoughts.

As a middle-aged man who had been unsuccessful for too long, the false god had mistakenly entered an otherworld full of magic and swords. In his panic and confusion, he encountered a sacred and beautiful human girl who smiled slightly at him, bestowing upon him gentle prayers—

Later, amid others’ envy, he learned that this girl was named Coralie, the Saintess of the Saint Trilley Empire.

When the false god came to his senses, he was still sitting in front of a shabby second-hand computer, his fingers resting on an oil-stained keyboard, with a bowl of swollen instant noodles in front of him.

In the following days, the false god drew and modeled in a daze at his computer… Then completed a classic scene from the Demon Sword online game—a girl in sacred robes holding a ceremonial staff, walking down a long staircase, praying gently for believers.

The Demon Sword online game exploded in popularity. The false god succeeded through copying, and was successfully blinded by it, dying in an accident.

However, in some ways, the false god was also an extremely lucky man. He was reborn into the otherworld he had once dreamed of, and was reborn in an era when gods gathered. This time, he had infinite possibilities—

He would personally slay the gods and completely embrace this world, crafting it into a game world belonging only to himself!

Ji Chi raised the demon sword and stabbed at him, saying coldly, “You knew all along that this world isn’t the fake Demon Sword online game!”

The false god didn’t dodge or evade. He raised his right hand on the divine throne, and the divine barrier violently expanded across Yura Summit. He laughed with unclear meaning. “So what if I knew? It’s not like I haven’t turned it into a game before…”

The [Control] divine authority truly was the most powerful force in this world. Ji Chi felt like he was trapped in a quagmire, every movement extremely difficult.

The false god watched him struggle and laughed happily. “You know what? Only after I made the game myself did I discover that this world really is very, very similar to a game!”

He counted on his fingers. “Professions, skills, levels, and divine authorities… Do you know what these authorities mean in a game?”

The false god laughed heartily and announced the answer, “They’re console permissions! Aren’t the parameters of the Demon Sword Continent determined by these authority powers?”

The false god supported his head with his left hand, looking at Ji Chi boredly. “So, you’re just a small piece of data. What right do you have to defy me, who holds control permissions?”

Under heavy control, Ji Chi grinned. “I said this to Yuan Yuan a long time ago… I’m very sorry, producer, but your game has a bug!”

Ji Chi no longer tried to approach the false god. He used all his strength to throw the demon sword at the divine throne controlling the false god!

The false god looked at the demon sword contemptuously, wanting to use the power within his domain to strike it down—

“Hmm?” He suddenly frowned and made a questioning sound. That strange sword wasn’t under his control and instead stabbed toward him unstoppably!

“Crack!” The demon sword struck fiercely at the radiant divine throne, bursting out with a blinding light! Two cracking sounds rang out in succession—first the demon sword shattered along seven cracks, seven kinds of power striking the divine throne at the same time. The [Control] authority couldn’t withstand it and shattered!

The false god stood dumbly on the fragments of the divine throne. His [Control] authority was gone, and he was no longer controlled either.

“Hahahaha!” He suddenly laughed madly. “This is better! This is better!”

Ji Chi frowned, watching him warily. The false god had defeated the God of Light even without an authority. Ji Chi knew the authority wasn’t his only trump card.

The false god spread his arms, enjoying his long-lost freedom. “I’ve regretted it for so long! Even without an authority, I’m still the strongest person in this world!”

He laughed madly at Ji Chi. “You know what? Mages have a skill called Sacrifice! As long as there’s a sacrifice mark on the body, they’re my slaves for harvesting power!”

Evan, who had arrived at the Angel Kingdom with Harvey, happened to hear this roar. His face changed drastically and his lips immediately lost all color. “Those marks are… sacrifice arrays…”

Evan’s whole body turned ice cold. He stiffly turned his head. Beside him were many angels with worried faces. They frowned, looking down in confusion at their chests—

“My mark is lighting up—it’s so hot!”

“…It hurts so much. Why is my magic power draining away?”

“Save me… I don’t want to die…”

Evan’s hands trembled violently. The scene before him was exactly like the nightmare he experienced as a child. Everyone was pleading in pain, magic power escaping their bodies strand by strand, skin wrinkling and shriveling. Before long they would become dry, withered corpses.

“I’ll save you… I’ll save you all…” Evan staggered forward, futilely trying to salvage their magic power and even trying to transfer his own magic power to them, but these efforts were a drop in the bucket—in the Angel Kingdom, the Saint Trilley Empire, Weiss Sea, Nors Empire… everywhere the Church of Light had reached, countless people were curling up in pain.

Among them were Archmages, Holy Warriors, and ordinary civilians. Magic power, life force, flesh and blood… Everything that could be converted into power was being sacrificed—

“No… Please save them, who will save us…” Evan knelt beside a small angel, helplessly inputting magic power into her body. His eyes were hollow, as if returning to when he watched his companions die as a child, curling up and choking out pleas.

Harvey’s warm hand patted Evan’s shoulder. He stepped forward from behind him, his expression serious, as if making an extremely important decision.

His remaining half of the [Time] authority quietly floated out from within his body. Harvey held his wand and lightly tapped the Time authority. “Time—Stasis—”

Time on the Demon Sword Continent froze. The people being sacrificed stopped suffering, their twisted faces frozen in time, temporarily freed from the terror of life draining away.

The remaining Time authority before Harvey was rapidly depleting. It grew smaller and smaller. When it completely disappeared, he would no longer be a god and could no longer reverse time and space. The wheel of time would march forward endlessly without stopping.

The Demon King also arrived at the Angel Kingdom. He sighed lightly, stepped forward and summoned half of his [Rules] authority. “Rules—Alteration—”

His [Rules] authority shattered with a crack. The rules of the Demon Sword Continent were instantly tampered with. Sacrifice could no longer proceed smoothly. The burning marks on everyone’s chests gradually cooled down.

The Elven race also brought the young Mother Tree sprout below Yura Summit. The Elven Mother Tree’s sprout swayed lightly, its crystal-clear leaf at the top withering and drooping. “Freedom—Release—”

The people being sacrificed suddenly felt relief. The heavy pressure on their chests disappeared, and the engraved marks shattered and vanished!

“Is this the end?” The God of Death watching from the shadows laughed lightly. He raised his pale hand and took out half a black crystal from beneath his clothes, from his skeletal frame. “Then I’ll go crazy with you all.”

He crushed the authority without hesitation. “Life and Death—Reversal—”

The corpses that had already been successfully sacrificed suddenly began to gradually recover vitality. Shriveled skin filled out bit by bit, the power of life flowing through weak bodies. The revived people slowly opened their eyes, touching their chests in confusion.

Akangie closed his eyes. He floated in the air, the twelve wings behind him blooming with flawless radiance, then gradually separating from his body, transforming into scattered light. “Control—Seal—”

Vast magic power was sealed, difficult to enter Yura Summit, completely cutting off the false god’s source of absorbing power.

The false god’s smug expression finally twisted. He gnashed his teeth and roared, “Are you crazy! Have you all gone crazy?! Without authorities! You’re nothing!”

He looked hatefully at Ji Chi. “Why are they helping you so much! Did you control them? Did you threaten them? Do you want to fight me for this world?”

Ji Chi couldn’t be bothered to answer such a stupid question. He raised the God’s Bow, the bowstring taut at his fingertips, the cold Dark Arrow mercilessly pointing at the false god.

The false god looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed again. “Heh! Guess how I first obtained the authority from the God of Light?”

“Because… I’m the strongest mage in this world!” His power accumulated over many years suddenly surged! Combined with the sacrificial power he had just absorbed, his level instantly broke through lv.99 and continued to rise rapidly—

lv.100…

lv.120…

lv.150…

Finally, his level stopped at lv.200.

The false god grinned at Ji Chi. “Can you see through my information now? Can all of you together defeat me now?”

Ji Chi calmly released an arrow. The arrow formed from Dark elements hadn’t even approached the false god before being completely melted by the Light magic power emanating from his body.

Ji Chi looked at him and smiled faintly. “As someone who makes games, how could you not know that between professions, the law has always been 1+1>2?”

The false god’s smile froze on his face as he frowned. “What?”

Ji Chi grabbed a handful of pitch-black poisonous herbs from his magic bag, squeezed them hard in his palm, and flames rose up, cooking them into a pungent medicinal liquid. He flung the poison at the false god’s feet and watched the poisonous mist rise, counting softly, “1…”

Then, a blood-red summoning array cracked open beneath his feet. An enormous nine-headed serpent instantly coiled around Yura Summit, completely concealing Ji Chi’s figure, leaving only a voice from somewhere unknown. “+1”

The false god couldn’t find his figure and looked around hurriedly. The ground beneath his feet suddenly shook and trembled. The ruins of the temple were attracted together by invisible force. The gold originally used for decoration melted between large blocks of stone, connecting and assembling them in sequence to form a sky-covering stone golem. “+1”

The false god looked up uneasily. From the corner of his eye, sword light flashed. Countless sword glows crisscrossed across Yura Summit. Just touching them slightly would leave a deep bloody wound. “+1”

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—” The false god heard the sound of arrows being shot but couldn’t find where they came from. He looked around in panic, suddenly feeling a chill in his heart as he realized that within every ray of sunlight, every wisp of breeze, every drop of water…there were arrow shapes. “+1”

The false god finally became somewhat afraid and couldn’t help but step back. His footstep sank into a patch of pitch-black shadow. Suddenly his ankle tightened. He looked down at his feet in panic, but a short dagger was pressed against his jaw.

Ji Chi soundlessly appeared from the shadow at his feet behind him, sending the sharp dagger into his neck, saying coldly, “Add 1 more…Six professions total. Tell me, how many times does this multiply?”

The false god hurriedly retreated, covering his bloody neck. His health pool was very thick now. Ji Chi’s single strike only shaved off a small section of his health bar—but his heart was in chaos. He was afraid, feeling like he was facing an extremely powerful, perfectly coordinated team…

The false god swallowed and raised his eyes fiercely, shouting with false bravado. “It’s useless! No profession matters! I’m the strongest mage! You absolutely can’t beat me!”

He retreated far away and concentrated on chanting. Dense magic power lifted him from the ground. Various colors of magic power flickered around him, interwoven and mixed, dyeing the bright sky dim.

The false god gradually spread his arms. A huge magic sphere flowed and burst before him as he chanted in a low voice. “Doomsday, catastrophe, baptism wandering the earth… The calamity of the world, is also—Twilight of the Gods!”

The chant ended. Magic like a tsunami swept outward with the false god as the center, washing over everything around, annihilating everything in its path into ash!

When this baptism ended, Yura Summit was empty, without a single person’s figure visible.

The false god was stunned, then burst into mad laughter. “Look! This is what happens to those who defy me! I’m the strongest—”

Boom—A bright, huge fireball slammed into his face. The burning effect triggered the poison debuff from before. The scene before the false god’s eyes began to shake violently.

Ji Chi walked toward him from the front, looking somewhat distressed at several shattered defensive equipment in his hands. “Tsk, your damage is quite high… I stacked nearly a hundred thousand armor, and you almost blew it all away.”

Hearing this, the false god’s head spun—What the hell? A hundred thousand armor? Are you fucking a turtle? On this Demon Sword Continent where everyone has two hundred health, wearing a hundred thousand armor, do you have some kind of problem!

Ji Chi looked at how he could barely stand and smiled. “Such a powerful skill must have quite a long cooldown, right?”

“Then… it’s my turn to output.” After mastering the skills of six professions, Ji Chi’s output was no joke. All the way with sparks and lightning, the defenseless false god soon had only a sliver of health remaining.

The false god lay on the ground without any dignity, straining to lift his head to look at him, saying hatefully, “How are you any different from me! You’ve become the strongest person. You can rule this world however you want! I guarantee you’ll eventually sit in the highest position and make them all bow down!”

The false god roared toward the gods. “My power is almost depleted too! Working together you can definitely control me! But if you don’t kill him now it’ll be too late! When he becomes a true god and controls the entire world, it’ll be too late!”

Ji Chi looked at him silently, patiently waiting for him to finish, then pointed to the floating sphere beside him and asked the false god, “Hey, do you still remember Yuan Yuan?”

The false god was stunned by his question: “What the hell is Yuan Yuan? Don’t try to divert attention!”

Ji Chi said strangely, “The auxiliary AI you developed yourself, why wouldn’t you know?”

“This game doesn’t need any AI!” The false god frowned impatiently. “Why spend money on that useless thing?!”

Ji Chi was silent for a while, thought about it, and said, “Then I think I understand.”

He bent down, looking at the disheveled false god, and said, “Let me guess—you’ve been sending believers to search for various authorities because when combined, they can form the game’s console, right?”

The false god’s thoughts were exposed. He looked warily, “You, how do you know!”

Ji Chi smiled innocently, saying in a smug tone, “Not only do I know, I accidentally obtained it too~”

The false god choked with anger, his gaze wandering frantically, finally settling on Yuan Yuan beside Ji Chi—a spherical starry sky containing vast and mysterious power.

“It’s that! Give it to me!” The false god screamed and struggled! His eyes red and fervent!

Ji Chi stepped back, hands behind his back, smiling at him. “Didn’t you say I would become a god? You were right. Now I’ll show you how I become the Supreme God.”

The false god panicked and hurriedly shouted to the silent gods. “Stop him! Quickly stop him! Seize the console and this world will be ours!”

The gods looked at him indifferently, their gazes sweeping past Ji Chi. They lowered their eyes without speaking, as if waiting for a judgment.

Ji Chi closed his eyes amid the false god’s loud commotion, his hands covering Yuan Yuan.

He said softly, “Actually, I want to thank you. I really, really love this game… Because in this game, everyone can be the god controlling their own destiny.”

Yuan Yuan’s soft voice rang out after a long absence—

[Time permission has been lifted]

[Rules permission has been lifted]

[Creation permission has been lifted]

[Power permission has been lifted]

[Freedom permission has been lifted]

[Life and Death permission has been lifted]

[Control permission has been lifted]

[World Seed regenerating]

[Race initializing…]

[Skills initializing…]

[Professions initializing…]

[New world is ready. Begin operation?]

Ji Chi grinned, and under the false god’s incredulous gaze, said firmly and lightly, “Yes.”

The spherical starry sky dispersed, transforming into brilliant starlight, engraved in the ancient heaven and earth, leaving behind a faint lingering voice—

[Welcome to the Demon Sword Continent]

[It is our honor to compose with you the epic of magic and sword!]