561 Liquidation: Part 1

The Gods.

Before successfully forming his own divinity, Lin Sheng did not believe there was such an existence.

But now he believed.

THat was because in the World of Blackfeather, the god that Anselia was looking for and the god that he understood was not a type of being.

The gods there were merely apex existences that were extremely powerful/

God was nothing more than a name, a supreme being that most mortal creatures would never be able to comprehend.

Therefore, there were differences in the gods of various ethnic groups.

Looking at the purified man-made god, Racoon, Lin Sheng got close and looked at the infant soaking in the green liquid inside the eye.

There were no movement, no souls nor vitality within the infant’s body. It was like a corpse, and no one knew how long it had been dead.

“What a pity…” Lin Sheng did not do anything else. After removing the infestation of the Blacktide, the man-made god before him had totally lost its ability to move.

With a wave of his hand, a large distortive force suddenly blasted out of Lin Sheng’s body and wrenched the spikey robot out from the ceiling and tossed it aside.

The massive robot fell silently on the left side of the ground under the effect of the force field.

Lin Sheng then stared at the small secret room door that had appeared behind where the robot was.

It was a rusty, special hidden door build into the ceiling.

Lin Sheng slowly got close and under the effect of his force field, the secret room door slowly opened inwards.

Inside it was a huge rectangular hidden room.

密室内,仅仅只是站在门外,林盛也能看到,这里两侧排列竖立了一座座类似棺材一样的蓝色石头,中间正中有个类似祭台的圆锥形银色平台,正缓缓转动着,无声的释放出某些淡淡的波动.

On the dark ground, corpses that had dessicated were lying all around.

All of them were wearing the uniform of high-level personnel in this starship, and was probably of a special management level.

Lin Sheng walked in slowly, as he glanced around.

The moment he was about to enter the room, the scene on the wall and ceiling brightened and changed from a dark forest into an azure blue sky with drifting clouds.

“A virtual simulation scenery?”

Lin Sheng did not focus on that, but instead looked straight behind the conical platform.

On the ground there lay a corpse that as larger than normal.

The corpse wore a dress that looked like a commander.

Lin Sheng looked around, and grasped at the corpse.

A black, compass-like object on the corpse suddenly rose into the air and flew towards Lin Sheng.

With the help of the object, he carefully looked throughout the room.

‘The Ritual of Mishv. Activation requirements: Having the mind oscillate at a fixed frequency while chanting the words below.’

Below it was a series of very simple black text symbols.

Yet Lin Sheng frowned as he could not understand the characters at all.

“This is totally different from the earlier language…”

He carefully went through it, and noticed that the characters were different from the one used within the starship itself.

Lin Sheng wanted to scrutinize it carefully to see if he could find some other clues, but at that moment, a sudden ticking of the clock rang out in his ears.

Lin Sheng suddenly paused. He knew he was about to wake up from the dream.

….

….

Sitting up high, Lin Sheng slowly roused from the dream.

As he opened his eyes, he took a deeper breath and cleared his mind.

“It had ended huh?”

He straightened his back and gently exhaled.

Clack.

A light pop later, a translucent chat room interface suddenly appeared in front of him.

The chat room was quiet, and no one seemed to be speaking.

Lin Sheng waited for a while, and suddenly a message popped out.

“I’m bored. Is anyone around?” — Purple Time.

“I am. Isn’t it morning now? Nothing to do at all?” — Giving Hope.

“It’s morning over your side? It’s already afternoon here. Seems like there’s a rather big time difference between us.” — Purple Time.

“Wasn’t there some serial-killing issue happening on your end there? You still have the mood to chat?” — Giving Hope.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s quite far away from us. It doesn’t really matter.” — Purple Time.

“Eh? Wasn’t your cousin responsible for this case?” — Giving Hope.

“It is, but that’s not my problem, so what’s there to be afraid? Say, Hope your mood had been pretty good lately?” — Purple Time.

“Yeah, there’s a glimmer of hope in the upcoming competition.” — Giving Hope.

“What are you still doing with the whole vice president thing? If it was me, why would I even bother? Won’t it be better to use your free time for your own leisure? Time is precious.” — Purple Time.

“It’s not that, just my personal hobby. Plus since I’m young, it’s good to work out and train.” — Giving Hope.

“But it’s still tiring. Still better to be like me, with no care for the world and just living my life peacefully.”

In another distant world, Perrola wore a purple corset dress as she pulled out her golden flowing hair, and let out a flawless smile to the mirror.

“Mistress, it’s time to go. Or else the Sir and Madam would start nagging again.”

The servant beside her could not help but to rush her.

“What’s the hurry? I’m not even done yet. It’s just some chaotic banquet at the end of the day. What difference does going a little late makes?” Perrola spat back.

Seeing the Spectral Light chat room in her vision, she then replied.

“Alright, I’m heading out now. Ah, the sun sure is bright today, I don’t feel like going out at all, but I’m being dragged along by my family. It’s annoying.” — Purple Time.

“Go, go, sounds like a very fun life…” — Giving Hope.

“You must be kidding.” — Giving Hope.

“I… have woken up from the chaos again…” — Red Whale.

“….” — Purple time.

“…” — Giving Hope.

Well, hell had just froze over…

Perrola could not help but snicker, every time this delusional fool appears, things would just turn awkward.

Did he think himself to be Saint Laurent, the Violet Angel?

Everytime he appears it comes with a supposedly awe-inspiring BGM.

“Didn’t you mentioned about waking up from the River of Time some time back?” — Giving Hope.

“…Is that so? Must have said wrongly then.” Red Whale.

Awkward…

Perrola held her tooth aching looking at the chat and decided to outright ignore it.

She then let out a smirk at the mirror and only calmed down after a long while.

“Ahhh!!! My makeup had been ruined!” As the perfect Flower of Saint Laurent Academy, even if she did not have the traits of an angel herself, she could still be a very powerful angel.

But her family and her own beauty, even without any innate traits, was still the most dazzling of presence in any occasion.

As the founder of Silver Victorystar, her father, mother were secretly masters of the powerful Victorystar Angel.