Chapter 337: Revenge
Chapter 337: Revenge
“I won’t just wait to die!”
Zhu Kuangren’s eyes burned crimson as he glanced back at the slowly awakening cursed being. He abandoned resistance and rushed into Yuanshi City’s isolation zone. Nearly two-thirds of the crowd followed him – better to gamble than accept certain doom.
With fewer hands resisting, the sky’s collapse accelerated.
“Any alternatives?”
Murong Longcheng wanted to flee too, but refused to trust luck. He’d tested the city’s isolation zone before – without artifacts or specific countermeasures, entering meant death. Even high-ranking tier ones would perish there. Defying the heavens wasn’t wisdom.
“Find the Divine Miracle Society’s Great Sage. He might have answers.” Dugu Shang proposed after consideration.
Someone who shattered common sense could achieve the impossible.
Murong Longcheng agreed. He began scanning the area for the Great Sage’s traces.
Zuo Meng arrived at Yuanshi City’s perimeter.
The Dugu family’s exit-destroying tactic worked for others, but not him. He’d crossed intercity eerie regions countless times. Perspective shapes disaster response. To someone earning a thousand monthly, a ten-million treatment spells ruin. A billionaire would toss pocket change at it. Different tiers, different reactions.
For Zuo Meng, only Origin World’s rules mattered. As Creator of the vast world, his accumulated experience granted this certainty.
“Great Sage, what now?”
Fang Li paled, sensing the cursed being’s aura.
Its mere presence choked her with despair. How dared the Dugu family try controlling such horror?
“Hm?”
Zuo Meng ignored her, gazing at the desert beyond Yuanshi City.
An antiquely-dressed silhouette emerged from the sands. Not part of Zhu Kuangren’s fleeing group, this figure walked calmly through the isolation zone that terrified ordinary Transcendents, treating deadly ground like flat pavement.
“Dugu family!”
The figure lifted his bamboo hat, revealing Yan Kuan’s face – Zuo Meng’s chosen heir of great fortune, recipient of the Book of Becoming a God 2.0.
‘A rules’ agent?’
Zuo Meng observed changes. By calculations, Yan Kuan shouldn’t awaken for six months. Yet here he stood, aura at high-ranking tier one’s peak with divine traces. An accelerated breakthrough.
“The Zhu family’s blood feud begins here.”
Yan Kuan fixed eyes on Dugu Shang battling falling debris – the Dugu family head.
“Die!”
The oddly-pronounced word materialized a fishing-line thread. Light glinted as it stretched beyond the city’s edge.
Dugu Shang felt sudden chest pain. Blood dripped.
Thread?
When?!
Dugu Shang couldn’t believe it. Even as a clone, his power was genuine. He’d noticed Yan Kuan earlier but dismissed him as no threat, assuming the man had just stumbled upon some odd ability.
What was there to fear? A junior hunted like a stray dog by the Dugu family years ago could never bridge such a gap. Showoffs who flaunted minor luck were a dime a dozen. Once this mess settled, he’d drag Yan Kuan in to grill him about escaping the isolation zone.
That mentality sealed his fate.
Dugu Shang’s clone died pathetically.
Thud!
His corpse hit the ground, eyes frozen wide—unable to accept being slain by a nobody. He never knew some in this world played by cheat codes.
“First! Dad, Mom, little sister, Uncle—see this? Our Yan family’s blood feud begins!” Yan Kuan clutched Dugu Shang’s severed head, laughter unhinged. Gone was the man Zuo Meng once knew.
“I’ll slaughter every last Dugu. Wipe them from existence.”
Power had corrupted Yan Kuan. The upgraded Book of Becoming a God 2.0 boosted strength but sacrificed stability compared to 1.0.
‘Side effects?’
Zuo Meng saw it. Yan Kuan outclassed Yu Mo, the first Book cultivator, but at the cost of sanity. Truly, real-world testing exposed flaws.
Regret flickered—he’d tried to minimize pitfalls, yet Yan Kuan still fell.
Though not yet a god, Yan Kuan now stood at high-ranking tier one’s peak. The Book’s usual weakness remained—his power lagged behind naturally advanced peers—but he dwarfed Yu Mo’s old strength. Regular high-ranking tier two Transcendents couldn’t touch him; only tier ones could resist.
But how many tier ones existed? Each ruled domains unchallenged. The Murong family boasted only one—Elder Murong Longcheng.
Yan Kuan had aimed for godhood, but after his latest breakthrough, revenge’s voice drowned all reason. Delay meant madness.
Power’s grip made him abandon caution.
The Dugu family—main perpetrators of the Yan massacre—became his first target.
“You killed the Dugu patriarch?”
Murong Longcheng stared at the intruder, stunned.