Chapter 129: The Cheering Dwarves

Chapter 129: The Cheering Dwarves

In an unfathomable dimensional gap, a lone meteor drifted silently.

This was the Divine Palace of the God of Prophecy, Phoebus.

Seated upon his divine throne, Phoebus's true form sensed the torrent of Source Essence flowing in from the Void, his eyes flashing with profound astonishment.

—The Source Essence was too abundant!

Compared to the believers he had nurtured, who only offered Source Essence during specific rituals, his connection to the Internet platform ensured a ceaseless flood of Source Essence—dozens of times greater than his Source Essence spring.

Most importantly, with the launch of the Q&A community, the flow of Source Essence per unit of time was continuously increasing.

The Internet God was right.

Beyond specialized knowledge, story-driven Q&As were far more effective at attracting users.

Thus, in addition to "self-posed questions and answers" filling in common queries about magic and Battle Aura cultivation, he also crafted a series of small stories—mundane family matters, moral dilemmas, humble brags, and playful anecdotes.

With millennia of experience, he had no shortage of tales to tell.

His "self-posed Q&As" were so varied and unpredictable that no one could guess all the answers came from a single deity.

The facts proved that the Internet God truly understood human nature.

Thanks to these tactics, what should have been a newly launched section instead drew countless users.

Here, people always found questions and answers that piqued their interest.

The vast user base constantly raised bizarre questions or answered with performative flair, enriching the content and creating a virtuous cycle.

The steady growth of users naturally strengthened the Source Essence spring even further.

This feeling was utterly exhilarating!

Yet, even as Phoebus reveled in this abundance, an undeniable terror took root deep within him.

If a mere social Q&A community could generate such a terrifying volume of Source Essence, what about the entire Internet?

For a moment, his eyes flickered with dread—even awe, as if gazing up at an insurmountable peak.

Fortunately, he had successfully boarded the Internet God's chariot.

He had a premonition: the Internet God would inevitably become one of the most powerful pantheons in the multiverse.

In the future, surpassing the Five Great Righteous Gods might not be impossible!

Ding dong!

A sudden chime echoed in his soul.

Phoebus froze, taking a moment to realize it was a message from the Internet God.

With a thought, the communication interface unfolded before him.

"Gather at Dofi Temple immediately!"

"Understood!"

Phoebus focused his consciousness into a divine projection and teleported to Dofi Temple.

Upon arrival, he found the Internet God and the Music Goddess already standing in the hall.

"Lord Ajef!"

Phoebus placed a hand over his chest in salute, his words and actions declaring his unwavering allegiance to the Internet God.

Yu Sheng'an returned the gesture with a smile.

"Your Q&A community has been stealing quite a bit of my traffic these past two days. My user numbers have noticeably dropped," Aphnora remarked with a playful smile.

"You flatter me. The Q&A community is limited by literacy rates—how could it ever compare to your Music Sanctuary?" Phoebus replied with a grin, offering flattery in return.

Aphnora chuckled but said nothing more, turning her gaze to Yu Sheng'an.

Phoebus followed suit.

Yu Sheng'an suppressed his smile and said solemnly, "Dwarven King Kaut stole a bicycle production line from the Dragon Factory. How do you two think we should handle this?"

Aphnora and Phoebus were stunned by the news.

The Dwarven King managed to steal a production line from the Dragon Factory?

That sounded utterly absurd!

Wait—

Could this have been intentional?

After a brief pause, Phoebus, confident he had guessed Yu Sheng'an's intentions, declared:

"The dwarves are creations of the ancient Titan gods, renowned throughout the multiverse for their unmatched forging techniques. If they’ve resorted to stealing a bicycle production line, it means our industrial prowess now threatens their very survival. I believe we should use this as leverage to either subdue them or gradually convert them into a Source Essence spring for our benefit."

Aphnora shook her head. "Subduing them is impossible—dwarves will never worship any gods! However, our Internet doesn’t require faith to spread. We could use this opportunity to introduce it among them and develop them into a Source Essence spring."

Yu Sheng'an nodded with a faint smile. "That’s exactly what I was thinking. If you two are free, why not accompany me?"

"Agreed!" Aphnora and Phoebus nodded.

Yu Sheng'an then enveloped them both and teleported toward the medium-sized domain—the Dark Pit, Kazad-dûm.

In this multiverse, diversity extended not only to living beings but also to the domains themselves.

Compared to Hela, the Primary Domain ruled by the God of the Sea—a world almost entirely composed of water—

Kazad-dûm, the homeland of the dwarves, was a realm forged almost entirely of stone.

Legend held that this was a world specially created for the dwarves by the ancient Titan gods.

This world was dimly lit, sparsely vegetated, and barren for thousands of miles, resembling a desolate wasteland.

But beneath the surface, an entirely different scene of prosperity unfolded.

The masters of this world—the dwarves—like diligent ants, had hollowed out the underground, carving the most intricate underground maze in the multiverse.

In their excavations, they had uncovered the wealth buried beneath the earth: mineral deposits and geothermal energy.

These were the treasures that had made the dwarves rich.

Leveraging these natural advantages, their ancestors became the armory of the ancient Titan gods.

After the Titans vanished, though they faced many rises and falls, they ultimately relied on their innate advantages and accumulated craftsmanship to become the multiverse’s largest arms dealers.

Now, their position was under threat.

Fortunately, the great Dwarven King Kaut had brought back the ultimate artifact that threatened their dominance—the production line.

"Great King, these constructs are unbelievably precise!"

"This is incredible! How did we never think to assemble machinery like this?"

In the underground cavern of Titan's Light, its dome lined with glowing mineral veins, the dwarves were utterly enthralled by the production line their king had brought back.

The surging magic steam engine, the intricate coordination of gears, the endless stream of metal parts rolling off the assembly line—

Every detail was soul-stirring and awe-inspiring!

"Great King, entrust these metal constructs to our Ironbeard Tribe! I swear, within a month at most, we will uncover all its secrets!"

"No, only the inventors of firearms, the Bronzebeard Tribe, are worthy of deciphering these creations! You clumsy Ironbeards would only ruin them!"

The chieftains of the dwarven tribes had completely lost the dignity befitting their status as leaders. Their faces flushed red with agitation as they scrambled to claim the task of cracking the production line.

Dwarven King Kaut watched the scene, his heart swelling with pride.

My judgment and decision were indeed correct!

Once the dwarves deciphered these machines, their forging techniques would undoubtedly advance by leaps and bounds. And as the great Dwarven King who led his people to this monumental breakthrough—Kaut would surely be immortalized in dwarven history.

"Dwarven King, how do you find the technical sophistication of my production line?"

At that moment, a majestic voice echoed from all directions.

Instantly, Titan's Light fell into dead silence. The countless jubilant dwarves exchanged bewildered glances.

After a few breaths of stillness, the cavern erupted into chaos!

Dwarven King Kaut's expression darkened abruptly. However, he quickly regained his composure, a trace of arrogance flashing across his face.

"Come, follow me to confront this Internet God who dares to steal our business!"

With an air of domineering confidence, Dwarven King Kaut raised his head high and strode forward with the imposing gait of a dragon and tiger.