Chapter 384: Substitute Rules
Chapter 384: Substitute Rules
“Were you ever chosen by the Great Sage before?” Wen Hao Yi asked Zhu Xiao, glancing at him.
“The Divinity of the Game God. What about you?”
“Same here.”
A brief silence settled.
Both men now felt adrift, as though life had lost its meaning. It was like being a mere hundred coins poorer than the neighbor Xiao Ming—close enough to chase, but compared to Xiao Ma, they instantly turned zen.
“Except the inheritance I got was the Main God Divinity.”
“Then you’re worse off than me.”
Zhu Xiao stared at Wen Hao Yi, his mood lifting at the comparison.
Wen Hao Yi’s chest tightened further.
Boom!!
Yan Kuan and Guo Fengjiao’s fight ended swiftly. Though Guo Fengjiao had advanced further than Yu Mo’s group, she still hadn’t reached true godhood, remaining far from touching the star realm. Yan Kuan, however, had brushed against the abyss—a full demon god now.
As the ice melted, Guo Fengjiao staggered back to Zuo Meng’s side, drained of combat strength.
“My apologies.”
Regret flickered across Guo Fengjiao’s face. She’d meant to aid the Great Sage, never expecting such overwhelming opposition.
“Trash cleared. No helpers left now, eh?”
Yan Kuan hadn’t even broken sweat. Fueled by the Origin World’s cheat code, he operated like an endless engine.
After crushing three divine-level opponents, he raised his hands. Lava surged as a crimson-flame-wrapped monster clawed from the earth. Twin meteors streaked across the sky.
Divine-level meant world-ending power.
Exactly why the world’s source dumped such beings into the star realm and abyss. Thanks to Zuo Meng, the Origin World’s restraints on Yan Kuan had slipped—letting a demon god’s full might manifest.
“This is insane!”
In the crowd, Wang Er Gou nearly pissed himself.
He’d thought mid-tier Transcendent status meant something. Now he saw he was just small fry.
This world’s too dangerous. Better go back to selling flatbreads.
Zuo Meng surveyed the lava hellscape, the encircling savage aura monsters, the meteor-blocked sky. For this world’s natives, such siege tactics meant certain doom. But he wasn’t native. Yan Kuan barely registered—his real opponent was the Origin World’s will. This fight determined how much profit he’d squeeze out.
“Nearly time.”
Zuo Meng checked his status:
Rules: Gravity
Rules: Comprehension
Rules: Bloodline
Rules: Truth
Origin Rules: ???
Remaining Time: 30 Minutes.
As Yan Kuan moved, his entire body tensed. Despite his earlier show of invincibility, he was more cautious than anyone when truly facing danger.
*Crack…*
Space shattered like glass, and with it, Yan Kuan’s attack vanished without effect. He couldn’t even grasp how his opponent had struck.
An ant used all its strength to kick an elephant’s leg—and that was the end of it.
“That’s it?!”
Only two explanations existed: an illusion or an overwhelming gap in power.
“Impossible!”
Yan Kuan knew this but refused to accept it.
He’d given everything, even become a god. If a god couldn’t defeat his foe, who could?
“I meant to fight fair, but you ignored the rules.”
Zuo Meng didn’t look at Yan Kuan. Instead, he stared at the hidden will of the world’s time, still trapped in the shadows.
Sensing danger, the World Will grew restless, frantically urging Yan Kuan to kill this man.
“Who are you talking to?” Yan Kuan felt power churn inside him. His killing intent surged, fueled by an invisible force.
Yet this only deepened his dread.
He realized he understood nothing.
“Just a mindless cluster of energy,” Zuo Meng muttered. A powerful world didn’t mean wisdom—it might simply have existed longer.
“Don’t you want to know who I am?”
Zuo Meng stopped wasting words. The World Will was a giant orb of instinct, not reason. Action, not talk, mattered now.
His gaze shifted to Yan Kuan. Through the Creator’s sight, he saw dozens of authorities clinging to the man—gifts from the Origin World.
“Replace.”
Zuo Meng pointed. Yan Kuan dodged, then scoffed when no harm came. “Bluffing?” he roared.
“You’re dead!”
Yan Kuan unleashed divine power, enough to shatter skies and earth. But the moment it left him, it vanished—snuffed out.
“What’s wrong?”
He attacked wildly, even physically, yet felt like ordinary people. His power was gone.
“Let me show you…”
Zuo Meng floated upward, merging with a colossal shadow beyond the world. Everyone in the clock tower shut their eyes—
—except Yan Kuan. He stared as Zuo Meng fused with the unimaginable entity above.
“My world.”
Zuo Meng’s final words thundered like primal noise to Yan Kuan’s ears—a language only Creators understood.
Zuo Meng’s will unfurled. After long preparation, he projected his Dream Realm into the Origin World, overwriting the clock tower’s rules.
“Move!”
Yan Kuan strained against the bindings. But the demon god’s authority had been replaced. He couldn’t even breathe—everything obeyed Zuo Meng now.
“Life’s workings still need polish,” Zuo Meng said, stepping closer. “So beyond thought and memory, you’re helpless.”
He’d swapped the world’s logic with the Dream Realm’s, like forcing one game’s rules into another. The strain was immense.
“But strain breeds chaos.”
And chaos, not Yan Kuan, was Zuo Meng’s true aim.