"I want to become a god!"
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"Only gods can fight gods!"
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Listen,
These words, filled with anticipation and determination, how inspiring they are, how exhilarating,
Unfortunately,
The person speaking them is a pathetic wretch, scared witless by gods, unwilling to advance, and deluded into seeking shortcuts to power.
Just as Morin said back then, the transformation of the Hunter Group was truly tragic.
Like an ant trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot, though their strength was insufficient, their courage was commendable, and their ambition lamentable.
Three thousand years ago, the Hunter Group was solely focused on "god-slaying." Three thousand years later, the Hunter Group has become a legendary organization within the combat divisions of the Spirit Management Association, more of a symbol, an affirmation of the strength of demon hunters.
They dare not pursue gods; they can only hide in their opulent residences, playing games of mutual flattery.
In this game of gods, both humans and demons are tragic. They are mere spectators in the battles and power struggles of the thirteen gods, not even worthy of being called pawns or tools.
When the gods' game ends and a new era begins, they too will be annihilated.
Humanity needs to resist, not only against demons but also to hunt down gods.
Perhaps they will succeed one day,
But,
The method,
Is absolutely not to become a god and then slay gods.
"Heh heh..."
He Li chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't look down on Susan. In fact, what was Susan like now compared to when he first joined the Spirit Management Association?
When faced with insurmountable power, shouting in defiance and rushing to one's death is not the only option.
Endure silently, accumulate strength, success comes from secrecy, failure from exposure; endure and wait for the opportune moment.
Watch those powerful and arrogant beings in the darkness, and then strike with a single, fatal blow.
He Li turned to look at Susan, sighed softly, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to help you become a god."
"Moreover, you cannot become a god, not even a divine envoy."
Susan frowned slightly. "Why?"
He Li looked earnestly into Susan's eyes, removed the cigarette butt from his lips, dropped it on the ground, and crushed it with his foot. Then, he slowly stood up and looked down at Susan.
Susan also looked up at He Li.
The atmosphere was somewhat tense, or perhaps, somewhat awkward.
Susan looked at He Li, her eyes holding a certain expectation. She hoped He Li would promise her something, but more than that, she felt lost, as she didn't know what He Li thought of her conditions or how he viewed her wild ambition.
He Li picked up a stone from the ground, tossed it up and down in his palm, and mentally called out to He Xi. Immediately, He Xi appeared where He Li had been sitting, grinning playfully at He Li.
He Li curved his lips. He moved the stone closer to Susan's eyes. The stone floated in He Li's palm.
Then,
The stone shattered, breaking into extremely fine powder that floated in He Li's palm, then spun into a small vortex.
Susan looked at He Li, bewildered. What was he doing? Shattering a stone? She could do that easily too.
What He Li did next made Susan even more confused.
The small vortex in He Li's palm instantly transformed into four minuscule cubes, suspended in his palm.
"Captain Susan, do you see it?"
Susan looked confused and shook her head. "See what?"
He Li said, "These four little things are all made from that stone. Calcium, carbon, silicon, aluminum."
Susan stared blankly at He Li. Calcium? Carbon?
He Li smiled and said, "Shattering a stone, whether with spiritual power, telekinesis, or pure strength, is achievable.
But,
Decomposition?
I mean, breaking down matter based on simple atoms, then reassembling it.
Deconstructing matter from its fundamental basis, disrupting molecular composition, and without altering atomic structure, I can change any material's structure to form whatever I desire."
"Captain Susan, I'm not lecturing you or showing off my abilities."
"What I mean is, understanding abilities."
Susan pondered for a moment. "You're a dual-ability user, a spirit warrior and a manifestation system..."
"I am a god, as you say, aren't I?"
He Li crushed the material in his palm, then opened his hand, letting the powder trickle through his fingers.
He Li let out a soft sigh. "Captain, our conversation seems to have broken down."
Susan slowly raised her hand and caught the powder flowing from He Li's fingers. She looked at the powder in her palm with an unreadable expression, shook her head,
"No, our conversation hasn't broken down."
Susan slowly clenched her fist, holding the pinch of powder in her palm.
"It has merely been temporarily halted. We can talk again when I have a full understanding of my abilities."
"Oh, and congratulations on your promotion to a Level Six Spirit Warrior."
Susan, clutching the powder, gave He Li a deep look and then got up and left.
He Li watched Susan's retreating back and let out a soft chuckle.
Become a god?
With your cowardice?
Woo...
He Li sat down and patted Xiao Lan's head.
"Xiao Lan, was I right?"
Xiao Lan whimpered and rubbed against He Li's leg.
He Li made a funny face and winked at He Xi, who sat beside him, gazing at him with a dazed cuteness. The gods in this world were not beings to be revered or worshipped,
But they were mysterious.
He Li remembered how, as a child, he was fascinated by "secret passages" and "no entry" signs, because he didn't know what was there and always wanted to explore.
Just like the biology class at the start of junior high, which gave him immense shock. Perhaps it was because the biology teacher was a woman, and she taught exceptionally well, with great detail.
He realized that the differences between males and females were not just in the general sense of male and female and breasts, but also in hair...
From then on, their adolescence was not just about basketball, football, Chinese, and math, but also a new, mysterious, and great mission,
Online classes.
While getting to know teachers from various countries, they also completed the first movement of their lives: a dedication to their left and right hands.
A smile appeared on He Li's face. He got up, washed up, and went to bed.
"Captain is sleeping here too?"
He Li looked at Susan, her hair disheveled, sitting at the wife of Kour's vanity table, and was taken aback. In his mind, Susan would share a room with Kour's wife, and he would share a room with Kour. But he hadn't expected Susan to share a room with him.
"Yes, I borrowed Diyor's vanity, but she hardly has any cosmetics. It seems she's not a girl who likes makeup."
Susan turned around, looked at He Li, and said, "After the battle, Kour and his wife probably have a lot to talk about. Their son has already gone to sleep in his grandparents' room."
"Alright." He Li let out a soft sigh. It seemed Susan was just leaving space for Kour and his wife to 'whisper.'
He had thought that Susan, seeing no path to godhood, would change her strategy and try to sleep with a god.
Then,
He Li leaped onto the heated brick bed, securing the advantageous position at the head of the bed, knowing that the nights here were very cold.
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