After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 80

It seemed like this race had never encountered such an attitude before; the demons’ reaction was entirely beyond his expectations.

 

Even though he was emaciated and unable to rise from the bed, he was momentarily at a loss for words, staring at Yuanyuan in disbelief.

 

“Weren’t you just talking a lot? Why are you speechless now?”

 

Yuanyuan narrowed his eyes.

 

“I don’t think your condition is genetic. If it’s not a genetic disease, is there really a divine power that can solve something others can’t?”

 

This man was usually one to speak with his fists, so this was the first time Xinghui had heard him speak so sarcastically.

 

It was as if his combat skills shifted to his words the moment he saw that the other party was a ragged, emaciated experimental subject.

 

Either way, he always found a way to make the other party uncomfortable.

 

071’s expression changed, and he was silent for a moment.

 

His body was so thin and weak that he tried to prop himself up but couldn’t manage it, and he couldn’t see Xinghui, who was hidden behind Yuanyuan.

 

But soon, he smiled faintly, a light glimmering in his eyes.

 

“Divine power.”

 

Xinghui immediately sensed a power similar to his own spiritual energy and quickly looked him over.

 

Although this power was also divine, it wasn’t familiar to Xinghui and didn’t belong to the small fragments.

 

It could only belong to those earlier gods.

 

He thought of how, after the storm dissipated, those gods had fallen into eternal sleep along with their abyss, leaving no trace behind.

 

According to the legacy, the power of the storm and the abyss gods waxed and waned together, growing strong and weakening in unison, until the next cycle.

 

And in the period of the gods’ decline, if someone like the merfolk, with bad intentions, tried to stir things up, they could indeed collect various kinds of divine power.

 

But this wasn’t what puzzled Xinghui the most.

 

What confused him was that, before the divine power was released, the person before him had no spiritual energy fluctuations. To Xinghui’s eyes, which could see spiritual energy, the other person was like a flickering, nearly extinguished cold flame, the tiny spark barely sustained by his weak life force.

 

Yet once the divine power appeared, it seemed to become his source of strength.

 

But clearly, that couldn’t be the case.

 

Xinghui remembered the information he had received from Zhao Xiyuan earlier.

 

“Are your experiments about fusing divine spiritual energy? Are the merfolk trying to create a god?”

 

Xinghui realized in an instant.

 

071 looked at Xinghui with some surprise.

 

“You’re not quite what I expected.”

 

His gaze didn’t really change; it still carried the same desire for release, a longing for redemption.

 

“From what I can perceive of the gods’ emotions, they are powerful and self-centered, confident but indifferent to others. In such circumstances, they might do many things, but they would always adhere strictly to their duties, doing whatever is beneficial to their responsibilities. Based on my simulations, I thought you’d at least come over to check if I had a genetic disease.”

 

Xinghui: …

 

“There’s no contamination here, and I’ve seen plenty of cases of genetic disease.”

 

Although he always felt a sense of responsibility, he wasn’t a fool. After treating so many demons, he had become familiar with all the symptoms and could recognize severe cases at a glance.

 

So that’s it.

 

Historically, gods didn’t pay much attention to their followers. Most gods simply dispelled pollution and granted blessings. These blessings were enough to control and eventually heal their genetic diseases. In uncontrollable situations, their confidence, coupled with the need for faith, would compel them to investigate thoroughly.

 

But Xinghui was somewhat ‘cautious’? 071 was indeed seeing this for the first time.

 

Especially Xinghui’s eyes.

 

If it weren’t for his appearance, the divine fragment he carried, and the threads of divine power entwined around him, 071 would hardly recognize Xinghui as different from anyone else.

 

He wasn’t a lofty god; he seemed more like a person of flesh and blood.

 

If that were truly the case—

 

A dark light flickered in 071’s eyes, and he felt like laughing, though he was too weak to do so.

 

If this god was truly different from all the previous gods, then all the merfolk’s plans might go up in smoke.

 

It was almost amusing to think about.

 

The merfolk had spent millennia studying a particular subject, finally on the verge of a breakthrough, only for someone to rush in and tell them that the objective had changed.

 

And the merfolk, being a race that revered science and was deeply focused on research, probably wouldn’t be able to accept such a change, even though they had already failed a few times. They still wanted to try their old methods to trap Xinghui.

 

071 couldn’t see how these methods could trap Xinghui for long, and he doubted whether the current merfolk king’s ambitions would ever be realized.

 

But 071 couldn’t help it; he wanted to laugh.

 

The merfolk always talked about the arrogance of the gods, how the gods and the abyss couldn’t truly save anyone. They needed to rely on themselves, and it wasn’t wrong to resist when the gods and the abyss, as mere forces, clashed, leaving them as ants unprotected.

 

But now 071 thought, perhaps the truly arrogant ones were the merfolk.

 

If only they had tried to get along with Xinghui after his appearance, they would have realized it.

 

Even he, a mere experimental subject with a tangential connection to the gods, had quickly noticed how different Xinghui was from the other gods.

 

“The merfolk did initially have plans to create a god, but they failed.”

 

And he was merely one of the failed products that had survived those experiments, kept alive because he wasn’t a complete failure.

 

Although he was quite willing to see the merfolk get into trouble, 071 hadn’t forgotten his purpose here.

 

He looked somewhat regretfully at the demons who had surrounded Xinghui.

 

“Can’t separate them, but this should be enough, right?”

 

Because they still needed to explore other areas, there weren’t that many demons around Xinghui, and they were spread out cautiously, keeping watch in every direction.

 

The next second, the entire building began to change, with countless walls rising up from all sides, separating the gathered demons.

 

“Spatial spiritual power!”

 

The demons were already prepared for this.

 

Having known about the merfolk’s spiritual power in advance, they couldn’t afford not to be ready.

 

But the divine power that had just emerged from 071 wasn’t just a mental preparation for what the merfolk were planning.

 

The ceiling had changed shape at some point, faintly glowing with a purplish-red hue.

 

The modified facilities above were imbued with storm power, pressing down on everyone.

 

Xinghui’s spiritual power reacted swiftly, instantly spreading out to neutralize the power above, but in that same moment, the spatial spiritual power exploited the opening, separating everyone.

 

071 watched coldly as Feng Yu’s spiritual power divided them.

 

Although he had to admit that the Demon Clan indeed had the confidence, and that Xinghui was indeed different from the gods he knew, this was still a space constructed by the mental power of the Merfolk Clan, putting them at a natural disadvantage.

 

But in any case, who lived or died in the end had nothing to do with him.

 

He only wanted to achieve his goal and obtain what he desired.

 

The next second, 071 watched as several demons, reacting incredibly quickly, rolled on the ground with astonishing agility. Just moments ago, they were reluctant to approach, but now, in the blink of an eye, they were in front of him, reaching out to grab him.

 

071’s eyes widened as he watched the demons grasp his frail hand and refuse to let go.

 

Why aren’t they trying to protect their god or find a way to break this mental power? What good is it to grab a cripple like him?!

 

He was just bait!

 

The mental power of Feng Yu and the other Merfolk Clan members was meant to control the entire Demon Clan and separate Xinghui from them. Additionally, the entire building’s facilities were constructed with the help of the Merfolk Clan’s storm power. The situation was different from the usual; in the study of gods, one reason gods couldn’t face storms directly was because, apart from their divine power, they relied on the amplified power of faith.

 

And the storm could sever the connection between gods and their believers.

 

As long as Xinghui’s power weakened, Feng Yu would have a chance to do what he wanted.

 

071 was just bait, but he was willing bait. He could activate these storm devices with his modified mental power.

 

But damn it, who was going to tell him what the hell was going on with this group of demons?

 

The moment they realized Xinghui was separated and they couldn’t get in, their first thought was to drag him down with them?!

 

071 had been lying weakly on the ** for a long time.

 

At this moment, his wrist was pulled so hard it hurt, and he was forcibly yanked from the ** by the demons and thrown to the ground. He could only watch as the Merfolk Clan’s mental power surrounded him along with them.

 

071: …

 

“You guys are way too fast.”

 

He was about to die, and yet he couldn’t die in peace.

 

He just… really wanted to curse.

 

As he calmed down, the gun in the demon’s hand was already pressed against his head.

 

“Turn back! Hurry up!”

 

“I can’t turn back.”

 

071 replied flatly. He frowned, feeling the pain in his wrist from the tight grip.

 

“After my mental power was modified, every use drains my life force. The control switch is in the hands of the Merfolk Clan. What just happened was the last time.”

 

He was finally… about to die.

 

“Are you out of your mind? You made yourself into an experiment, and instead of finding a way out, you sided with the Merfolk Clan?”

 

“I’d die either way. Besides, the gods are growing increasingly powerless against the storm. Maybe the Merfolk Clan’s method will work.”

 

071 had given up completely. The pain from being dragged around was intense, but he still adjusted his position and looked at the demons with some malice.

 

“But you guys, you’re the ones who are really strange. You’ve been abandoned by the gods and the abyss for so long. How long have you even known Xinghui, and you’re already so loyal, as if nothing from the past matters anymore?”

 

At that moment, aside from one demon keeping an eye on him, the other demons in the space were all actively searching for a way out.

 

The demon casually glanced at him but said nothing.

 

“He says he wants to help you, but does he even remember your names? Do you really believe he’s going to save you?”

 

071 despised the arrogance of the Merfolk Clan, but he also looked down on the ‘stupidity’ of the Demon Clan.

 

Especially after being in despair for so long, 071 had experienced it, felt it, and figured that his experiences were similar to these demons’, which made him think they were unrealistic.

 

“Relying on a god is pointless. It’s better to rely on yourself. No one can truly save anyone else.”

 

“Our god does remember.”

 

The demon had been focused on finding a way out, but the person next to him was so annoyingly chatty, saying all kinds of nonsense, that he couldn’t help but glance at him, his deep red eyes filled with the message: “Are you crazy?”

 

Before the other could respond, the demon spoke again.

 

“He remembers our names. Xinghui isn’t naturally good at remembering people, so he made sure to write our names down in his notebook. A demon once saw him quietly and attentively listening, and then quietly looking through his notes.”

 

Every demon knew this, but none of them mentioned it. Aside from reverence, they also found it adorable.

 

Especially the tuft of hair on the god’s head that swayed back and forth. Whenever he tried to recognize someone, his expression was serious, but the tuft would still sway.

 

“And we’re not relying on anyone to save us.”

 

Not struggling at all and placing all your hopes on someone else is just too strange, isn’t it?

 

Of course, the situation with the Merfolk Clan was even more detestable, while they had found a leader with a shared goal, not just a god.

 

Moreover, the desolate star system was like an abandoned stone, frozen by cold winds.

 

Someone had picked them up, dusted them off, and carefully arranged them, with a serious expression, noting down the characteristics of each stone.

 

The demons who had gone mad stopped, those who were despondent lifted their heads, and gradually they came together.

 

Damn it, who wouldn’t be moved by that?

 

So—even if this was one of the expected scenarios.

 

The demon lightly grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

 

The deep red eyes concealed a suppressed ruthlessness.

 

They were definitely not the kind to foolishly trust others.

 

“You’d better hope the Merfolk Clan dies quickly.”

 

*

 

“So it really was a trap, but it seems like it failed?”

 

Xinghui looked up at the ceiling, which had returned to normal, and at the ordinary floor beneath his feet.

 

Only the walls had changed, indicating that they were no longer in the same room as before.

 

They even felt the movement up and down when the change occurred.

 

“Maybe. It seems they initially wanted to separate us.”

 

Yuanyuan was standing right behind Xinghui, as if prepared to prevent another surprise attack, his large hand securely holding Xinghui’s waist.

 

And around them stood about six or seven demons.

 

It seemed clear that the opponent’s plan had failed.

 

“We should have gone down a floor by now. From here on, we need to be careful. The other side specifically pulled me to this level, so there should be more things here that counteract me.”

 

Otherwise, Feng Yu wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble.

 

The divine fragment had almost been dispersed earlier, but at the critical moment, it slipped back into Xinghui’s body and refused to come out.

 

Xinghui looked down at the hand gripping his waist, then at Yuanyuan’s particularly serious expression, but he didn’t say anything. Just as he was about to raise his head to see what Feng Yu was planning, he considered once again using brute force to dismantle the space. Although he had spent some time on it last time, he had managed to dismantle one, so he had some experience.

 

At that moment, the walls around them suddenly lit up, but the light was strange.

 

Due to the special nature of the wall material, they hadn’t noticed any issues at first, but as the light illuminated the walls, Xinghui realized that embedded at intervals were small crystals similar to divine fragments. However, these crystals’ glow was dim, and upon closer inspection, there was even a polluted purplish-red hue within them.

 

Xinghui naturally felt the temporary severance and blocking of faith.

 

Watching the purplish-red energy extend toward him, Xinghui turned sideways to face the force.

 

It was a very faint storm power.

 

Xinghui was a bit unsure.

 

Is this really what the Merfolk Clan planned to use to stall him?

 

Author’s Note:

 

Xinghui: Diligently trying to remember people.jpg

 

Yuanyuan: Cute, cute, cute! Wife, kisses!

 

Xinghui does remember the names of the demons. It’s his mother, the author, who doesn’t remember, hahaha.

 

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As expected, New Year’s is busy. I’ll be busy tomorrow and the day after too. I’ll try to write more when I can, and I’ll aim to wrap up this plot point in the next chapter~

 

I originally thought I could finish this plot in this chapter, but it’s been too hectic. I’ll have a little lottery in the comments as compensation, and I wish you all a Happy New Year. Love you all! It’s been a long day; make sure to get a good night’s sleep!