Chapter 332: Creating Life Isn’t Only Divine Privilege
Chapter 332: Creating Life Isn’t Only Divine Privilege
In the empty hall, only one person sat playing with mud – undoubtedly Kitakudo Shingen.
This sight immediately triggered a DNA-engraved lyric in Fang Cheng’s mind:
“So cold~~ Playing with mud in the northeast, no home in Dalian~~~”
Kanzaki Rin and Wakagi Kazuhiro stared at Fang Cheng with stunned expressions, clearly startled.
Fang Cheng hastily covered his mouth – damn, he’d actually sung it aloud.
Kitakudo Shingen sat with his back to the trio, hands and sleeves smeared with yellow mud. Before him lay a crude clay figure with head, torso and limbs shaped like connected cylinders – a stick figure awaiting final details.
Their footsteps echoed clearly, and Fang Cheng’s sudden singing pierced the silence. Unless deaf, Kitakudo Shingen must have heard. Yet he remained motionless, engrossed in shaping mud.
Wakagi Kazuhiro cowered behind a pillar. Though bold enough to send Countermeasures Department agents against Kitakudo Shingen earlier, he now realized his courage had limits.
Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin held back, remembering Wakagi Kazuhiro’s repeated warnings about Kitakudo Shingen’s invincibility within Shambhala. Skeptical but cautious, they waited.
The eerie silence held until Kitakudo Shingen’s rich, charismatic voice broke it: “Wakagi-san.”
“I trusted you completely. The Truth Cult was yours to inherit. How disappointing.”
Wakagi Kazuhiro didn’t dare peek out, silently praying to every deity he knew that Kitakudo Shingen wouldn’t erase him with a mere thought.
Instead of killing him, Kitakudo Shingen deftly added finishing touches to the clay figure. His hands danced like a pianist’s, making the mud creation rise stiffly from the floor. Though awkward, it now resembled a real person, its curious gaze sweeping the hall like a newborn’s.
“Go.”
The clay figure trudged away, leaving footprints. Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin stayed their hands – destroying this naive new life felt wrong.
Kitakudo Shingen stood, wiping muddy hands on his clothes before turning. Despite mental preparation, Fang Cheng still gasped.
The face mirrored his own with 90% similarity, but older – around thirty, surpassing Tamagawa Hidetaka’s age. Fang Cheng recognized his future self in those features.
Kitakudo Shingen wore simple mud-stained clothes, his neck adorned only with a soul stabilizer.
He wasn’t even wearing shoes yet still kept the soul stabilizer on, clearly showing how crucial it was to him.
Now it seemed there was no solution left except to take it by force.
Kitakudo Shingen smiled at the two Iron Man suits and gestured toward the walking clay figure. “Don’t you consider this a miracle?”
Kanzaki Rin stayed silent, letting Fang Cheng handle this final boss confrontation.
“Miracle?”
Fang Cheng tilted his head. “You mean making living things?”
“Exactly.”
Kitakudo Shingen spread his arms, eyes blazing with fervor. “Creating life was once divine authority. But now I possess this power – I’ve become indistinguishable from gods themselves.”
Fang Cheng chuckled. “I’ve got a different take.”
When both Kanzaki Rin and Kitakudo Shingen turned to him, he curved one hand into a circle and poked a finger through it repeatedly. “Any healthy adult couple can create life through repetitive motions and soul infusion. Way simpler than your dirt sculptures, right?”
Kitakudo Shingen: …
Fang Cheng grabbed Kanzaki Rin’s hand. “Like me and her could—OW!”
She jabbed him with her elbow. “Stop joking around during serious negotiations!”
“Who’s joking?” Fang Cheng rubbed his ribs. “He started the nonsense about playing god first.”
Kitakudo Shingen: …
His plan to awe these intruders with divine displays crumbled under Fang Cheng’s crass humor. Maintaining composure, he asked pleasantly, “Why cause such destruction when you could’ve simply requested an audience?”
The man’s striking looks and velvet voice could charm any woman. Thankfully, Fang Cheng outshone him in every aspect.
“Request?” Fang Cheng scoffed. “We crashed your dollhouse instead of sending formal invites. Isn’t this direct enough?”
Most collectors would’ve collapsed seeing their lifelong figurine collection destroyed. Fang Cheng considered this approach perfectly straightforward.
Kitakudo Shingen studied the armored man, noting their similar voices. “Direct indeed. State your purpose.”
“Return what you stole.”
“Stole?”
Fang Cheng pointed at the soul stabilizer necklace. “That’s from Blissful Faith. Since they’re under my protection now…”
Wakagi Kazuhiro gaped from behind a pillar. You’re not Countermeasures Department agents?
“Ah, so it’s yours.” Kitakudo Shingen smiled. “Possession changes hands. Retrieving it requires… compensation.”
“What compensation?”
“Join me. Help build our earthly paradise.”
Typical villain recruitment speech. Heroes just attack while villains appreciate talent.
Fang Cheng gestured around the underground cavern. “Not enough room for your games?”
“Never enough!” Kitakudo Shingen declared passionately. “This entire planet shall become Shambhala – paradise where god-like humans dwell eternally in peaceful joy.”
“And regular humans?”
“Exterminated.” His gentle tone contrasted horrifically with the words. “Every last one. Filthy animals don’t deserve our divine paradise.”