Dawn of a New Era

Chapter 767 - 740: Thorny

The world of Tamu these past few days has been like a pot of boiling water, completely in turmoil.

Not only are the gods and evil entities locked in frenzied battle, but the gods themselves are also constantly at war with each other.

Those who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire of the war between Tamu and the Ancestor God, leading to the destruction of their Divine Countries, are wandering around like desperate men with red eyes.

Fighting for followers, destroying nations, and slaying gods, falling is as commonplace as having a meal.

If the anomaly five years ago was just a small disturbance, then what is happening now is truly a catastrophe.

What does it mean for the divine to be like ants, what does it mean to be born in the morning and die by evening.

Many gods, who hadn’t provoked anyone, were drinking in their Divine Countries one moment, enjoying the song and dance of their petitioners, living their own little lives, only to have their Divine Countries breached by groups of "Wanderers" (gods who have lost their Divine Countries) the next moment, dying with their eyes wide open.

The idyllic system of tranquility was ruthlessly shattered, and the remaining gods commenced forming alliances for mutual warmth.

Building alliances, establishing Divine Systems!

Civilization, to some extent, is propelled by war, whether actively or passively.

However, being in the midst of such a great momentum is not a pleasant affair, especially for gods like the Goddess of Agriculture, who are not inherently skilled in combat. In addition, the terrifying sounds from the Forbidden Land instill all gods with a sense of impending doom.

"This should be destiny’s arrangement, no god can resist," the Goddess of Agriculture said bitterly.

Any god can faintly sense the presence of Tamu’s will.

It is omnipresent, emotionless, devoid of good or evil, and it might even be the world itself.

Like the heavenly way, indifferently overlooking the vicissitudes of life.

However, that was in the past; nowadays, its activity is unprecedentedly lively.

If you calm down and think carefully, you can perceive its various traces.

For instance, this time, it is a blatant interference.

Samir remained silent for a while, then suddenly sneered: "Destiny!? Sending us to our deaths? Why not assign a god with Powerful Divine Power?"

After all, he is human, or once was human, and he is not as reverent to Tamu’s will as the indigenous gods of Tamu.

"No god can escape destiny; the reason it’s us is likely because we all have direct connections to Earth," the Goddess of Agriculture gently warned.

Samir suddenly regretted becoming a god; if even his own will couldn’t stand independently, what’s the point of immortality? Unfortunately, it’s a road of no return, once stepped upon, there’s no going back.

He thought for a moment and said, "This is too dangerous. Since Tamu’s will drives us to oppose God Chen, it won’t be just once; there will be a second time, a third time... I suggest you leave your true form on Earth, at least there, destiny is hard to influence."

If God Chen weren’t so powerful, there’d be no need to resort to such measures.

Killing him could even earn Tamu’s favor.

But reality is cruel.

Confronting God Chen is nothing short of suicide.

The God of Power serves as a cautionary tale, dying swiftly and decisively, unequivocally.

"I need to think carefully about it," the Goddess of Agriculture felt slightly tempted, but first, she needs to confirm God Chen’s stance.

...

Late at night.

In the bedroom.

All was silent except for the rhythmic roar of heavy machinery in the distance.

Chen Shouyi lay in bed, meditating.

This was his first meditation since returning to Zhonghai.

He found he had been overly optimistic; the situation was worse than he imagined.

The once tranquil sea of consciousness now surged with waves, with strands of Tamu’s will permeating, like an extremely stubborn virus, madly eroding his sea of consciousness.

Although his consciousness launched a comprehensive attack on Tamu’s will, attempting to reclaim lost ground,

the results were not good.

He could barely maintain his basic state; even that was being slowly yet inexorably eroded.

Tamu’s will seemed indestructible, unshakable.

This was not a matter of willpower strength but a fundamental dimensional gap. Like a protagonist in a cartoon, no matter how powerful, even if they surpass the heavens, they cannot break through the barrier and cause even the slightest harm to a real person.

Although the actual situation wasn’t as desperately disparate, at least by consuming a massive amount of Faith Value, it was still possible to gradually obliterate it, but not by much.

Hours later, Chen Shouyi opened his eyes, frowning, murmuring: "Could it be that I really have to activate Insight?"

He opened the attributes panel.

He gazed at it for a while.

Then he added ten thousand Faith Value points to "Self-Healing," attempting to obliterate the remnants of Tamu’s will in his consciousness through this method.

However,

he didn’t see the slightest effect.

Watching the progress of Self-Healing jump from 50.01% to 60.01%,

Chen Shouyi felt a wave of frustration.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart: "I refuse to give in to this submit."

...

"General Manager Chen, this isn’t very appropriate," Bai Xiaoling mustered her courage to say on the road.

"What’s inappropriate?" Chen Shouyi assumed Bai Xiaoling was concerned about the safety of the supplies, so he casually said: "Didn’t you contact the local military and police? Who would dare to steal there?"

Early this morning, he had Bai Xiaoling arrange several warehouses, threw everything inside, clapped his hands, and left.

Naturally, special forces from higher up would come over to take over.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xiaoling felt somewhat powerless.

If she hadn’t ultimately called the city government, summoning the local military and police to guard it, General Manager Chen would have left such valuable strategic resources lying in the warehouse.

This was a Divine Corpse, after all.

Even if it wasn’t a Divine Corpse, the massive metal ingots filling several large warehouses were worth a significant sum of money.

"That’s not what I meant. I just think you have too few social interactions, which might not be a good thing."

"How am I lacking social interactions?" Chen Shouyi said.

He knew plenty of people, from the country’s president to factory female workers; he even knew a few Barbarian Gods, such as the God of Fertility.

Bai Xiaoling hunched her shoulders, keeping a step behind Chen Shouyi, cautiously saying:

"Didn’t you say those from above would arrive to take over this morning? Isn’t it inappropriate not to show your face?"

"I don’t even know them, why show up?" Chen Shouyi asked, puzzled.

"Maybe there are beauties among them too."

"I’m not interested in beauties," Chen Shouyi replied without hesitation.

It’s confirmed: General Manager Chen, you have a mild case of social anxiety.

Of course, this was something Bai Xiaoling could only think about in her heart.

"By the way, there’s a document I’m supposed to pass on to you!" Bai Xiaoling said, handing over a dossier.

Chen Shouyi took it without avoiding Bai Xiaoling, tore open the dossier, and found a research report inside:

"On the Dynamics of Spatial Passages in Various Areas Recently"