Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
The Alien Temple.
Several dim blood-red lamps lit up the spacious hall.
Shen Jie sat on the highest seat of the temple, playing with a red thread in his hand.
Like the cat’s cradle children often played with, several blood threads shuttle between his fingers, forming intricate patterns.
“King…”
Wu Yan knelt at the lower end, deeply bowed, his head bent down, his black hair falling out of the black robe, the silver mask reflecting against the smooth obsidian floor.
Many of the blood threads being played with by Shen Jie were extending from his back.
Shen Jie sat at the top, with him kneeling below the stairs, the blood threads extending upwards, forming a bridge-like scene.
With each flick, Wu Yan’s body trembled.
As a Rank Two “Curse Spirit” of the “Fate” category, his essence was composed of long threads of fate, which could silently infiltrate the river of others’ fate and manipulate its direction to some extent.
For the “alternate knights,” when they first joined the Judgment Society, each alien had to come to the temple to receive a baptism.
During the baptism, Wu Yan would silently embed a long thread into their bodies. As these threads grew thicker along with the growth of the alternate knights’ power and their interactions with the Judgment Society, if the alternate knights did not reach the level of Rank Two, they couldn’t detect the presence of the thread.
This was also one of the reasons he held the highest authority in the Judgement Society. After all, those who disobeyed him were either extracted of their cores and ground into powder, or were fed to other promising reserve knights as food.
Wu Yan knew that the “King” would come one day. The power of the gods was irresistible, but he wanted to be the most esteemed beneath them.
Now, all these threads were in the hands of Shen Jie.
There were 39 alternate knights who came to the temple to meet. The threads on Wu Yan vary in thickness.
The thickest one lead to an alternate knight named “Yin Ze”.
—-
Yin Ze was the strongest among this group of reserve knights.
At this moment, it put on the uniform of the temple’s reserve knights and stood in front of the mirror, admiring itself.
The white knight’s uniform was neatly tailored, perfectly accentuating its tall figure. It flexed its muscular arms in front of the mirror.
Very good.
Although it didn’t have a head, it still confidently considered itself the most handsome among this group of knights.
Walking out of the room, in the hall, a group of oddly shaped creatures, unable to fit into their uniforms due to their strange body shapes, were rolling around in a frenzy.
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Yin Ze straightened the sleeves of his knight’s uniform. It didn’t intend to stay foolishly here.
As for the human prince, he was still a bit inadequate if he wanted to gain its complete loyalty.
It wandered around in the temple, wanting to familiarize itself with the future workplace. When it was still a human, it was an ability user who was a criminal sentenced to death for rape, murder, and other charges. It was thrown into the survivor base prison, and its head was chopped off. Because it didn’t want to die, so it chose to degenerate.
That small-scale survivor base was destroyed after its fall. It didn’t feel guilty about it. In fact, even when it was still in prison, it was thinking, clearly, the humans in the base survived because of it, an ability user. Why should it follow the law, and even dare to sentence it to death?
Humans are truly ridiculous.
Just after a brief stroll, when it was about to leave the temple, Yin Ze was stopped by the guards.
The temple guards, unlike the knights, are “artifacts” born with the temple itself, possessing cold metallic bodies, faceless, able to silently infiltrate the crystal walls of the temple like shadows, and regenerate within the temple even if shattered.
They conveyed the orders of the Highness: “Knights are not allowed to leave the temple without the Highness’s permission.”
Yin Ze retreated within the temple’s confines.
At night, as the group of aliens arrived for dinner, the guards surprisingly offered them a basket full of tomatoes.
Yin Ze stared at the basket of bright red, plump tomatoes, suspecting his eyesight had failed him.
“The temple does not provide blood food. The Highness dislikes the temple being contaminated by blood food,” the guards said in a rigid tone.
Yin Ze snorted, indicating understanding, but he had no intention of adhering to the rules of the temple any longer.
Humans were truly ridiculous, he couldn’t help but think once again.
Even those chosen by the “King” seem to be the same.
Late at night, he tried to sneak out again. But as he reached the edge of the temple, he was intercepted by guards.
This time, he wasn’t going to endure it anymore. He crushed the two guards into powder, then swaggered over the wall and left the temple. He was heading to a valley not far from the city of aliens to find something to eat – there was a sheep farm he had established, where many delicious two-legged sheep were kept.
However, in the moment he climbed over the wall, he saw a blood threads coming straight towards him.
Yin Ze was enveloped in fear, wanting to retreat but it was too late. The blood threads wrapped around him, dividing him into hundreds of pieces. He turned into a shower of red rain, sprinkling down on the ground.
As he was being cut, his consciousness vaguely crossed the silk thread and glimpsed the figure holding the other end of the thread.
It was the hand of the “King”, long and fair, exuding the fragrance of Ageratum flowers.
That was Yin Ze’s final consciousness while he was still alive.
—-
Yin Ze’s death plunged the alternative knights who remained in the temple into panic.
Before coming to the temple, they all thought that serving a normal person, “Your Highness,” and satisfying his needs should be an easy job.
And being able to curry favor with the future boss, what was not to love about that?
However, they didn’t expect to be directly trapped within this temple. Not only was their scope of activity extremely limited, but the only food they received was tomatoes.
The “rules” of the temple were extremely strict.
Of course, all aliens who attempted to violate the “rules” died silently, without exception.
The next day, when they appeared before Your Highness with empty stomachs, they found the smell of Yin Ze’s ability core emanating from the high-footed cup of Your Highness.
Your Highness slowly drank the cup of blood-red liquid and revealed a bloodstained smile to them.
All alternative knights couldn’t help but feel terrified.
This was no human at all, but clearly a monster even more monstrous than themselves.
Was this the vessel chosen by their “King”?
—-
Coming out of the temple where Shen Jie was resting, Wu Yan encountered Hein waiting for him in the corridor.
Hein leaned against a pillar, smiling slyly. “You meticulously groomed the alternative knights, and yet you’re so casual about their execution?”
He saw through the cause of Yin Ze’s death, which stemmed from the fate thread tied to Wu Yan.
“This is a loyalty test set by ‘Your Highness’ for the knights,” Wu Yan said expressionlessly, though his heart was convulsing. “Those who don’t pass Your Highness’s test, of course, don’t deserve to live.”
“Is that so,” Hein said, tilting his head, suddenly several eyes appeared on his cheeks and forehead, all staring at him, “I’ve been feeling something strange about you these past few days. At first, I was worried that you weren’t respectful enough to Your Highness. After all, your purpose in establishing the Judgment Society isn’t just to welcome the arrival of the ‘King’.”
Wu Yan admitted to having his own selfish motives. He indeed took advantage of the natural submission of other aliens to the “King” to establish the Judgment Society, become the leader of the Judgement Society, and most of his purposes were indeed for himself.
However…
“Now I am wholeheartedly serving the ‘King’,” Wu Yan said.
With even his soul surrendered, how could he not be entirely dedicated?
Hein didn’t quite believe it, but what he came to discuss this time wasn’t about that. So, he just smiled and changed the subject, saying, “The human ability users have arrived at the border region entrance. They want to take ‘Your Highness’ back.”
Wu Yan sneered, “Just them?”
But in his heart, he thought.
Whether to leave or stay, it all depends on the King’s decision.
What could they, these weak, pitiful, and helpless aliens, really do?
—-
Here was a vast expanse of continuous mountains, where only black and white rocks formed a strange picture.
“I heard this time they are rescuing Captain Zong’s lover?”
Members of the special operations team looked at the photo of the researcher in their hands, somewhat surprised.
“I didn’t expect it to be Professor Shen. I’ve been trying to book an appointment with him for a long time, but never got chosen.”
Another ability user said somewhat enviously, “Captain Zong is really lucky.”
As superpower users, they understood how fortunate it was to have an excellent coordinator who matched themselves as a partner.
A group of people passed through the cracks in the rocks and arrived at a huge fissure where murky black gas continuously emanated.
They all hesitated for a moment, but then saw Captain Zong with his white hair leaping in first, disappearing without a trace.
—-
In the quiet sleeping chamber, Shen Jie was leaning on the bed, resting with his eyes closed.
The signs of his mutation were already very prominent. Scales covered the backs of his hands and thighs, and even half of his face was covered with fine scales. He looked very different from his usual gentle and amiable appearance, exuding a kind of dazzling and dangerous beauty.
With the problem on this side temporarily resolved, with his deterrence and Wu Yan as the watchdog, these alternative knights shouldn’t have the courage to cause trouble in the temple again.
However, frequent use of power had caused some problems for him.
Now, he was considering how to meet Zong Lin.
As he pondered, on the other side of consciousness, Su Shiyu was not idle either, continuously dealing with incoming injured personnel.
The turmoil in the city had not ended, but had instead intensified. Injured persons were constantly being brought in, and the progress bar for the Stage One of the “Feather of Creation” had reached ninety-nine percent.
With a beep sound, the progress bar reached one hundred percent.
The system, which had been closed for a long time, finally spoke up in a soft voice.
[C-c-congratulations, host, the ‘Feather of Creation’ has upgraded to Stage Two.]
Somehow, the system’s voice sounded very weak, and there was a hint of trembling.
These past few days, it had actually not fallen into sleep—although when it was first stimulated, it would have been better to just faint outright.
This way, it wouldn’t have to face such a cruel fact—
After spending seven years, finally successfully binding to the host, only to find out that the host was none other than the great demon king who would destroy the world!!!
And it had, on several occasions, persuaded the great demon king to become the savior of the world, earnestly and tirelessly, almost moving itself to tears.
Thinking about the stupid things it had said and done, the system couldn’t help but bury its head in its hands.
Is there a dumber system in this world?
Head pats for the system ig 🕯️
The system has a great eye for hosts (that can end the world)!
Unfortunately the system probably isn’t laughing with us readers
Aww, poor system. It’s okay
The pitiful little system.. pats don’t worry everyone is dumb sometimes. Just wholeheartedly serve His Highness. The King is powerful🎷 you need to just dedicate yourself to him! ~♥
Thanks for the chapter
The little system that could…keep trying…lol. Thanks for the update 🤣❤️