Chapter 149: Followers of the God of Death

Chapter 149: Followers of the God of Death

"Damn it, plagiarism!"

Upon seeing the dark web interface projected into his soul, Yu Sheng'an couldn't help but curse aloud!

The dark web interface was shockingly identical to the internet he had created—even the default skins were exactly the same.

Moreover, in terms of functionality, it had completely copied his internet.

The features currently available on the internet included:

Social networking, forums, the Library, online classes, the Music Sanctuary, Conquest of Subdomains, the Q&A community, the Interconnected Bank, the Keville Empire's official website, and lighting.

Apart from "lighting," the dark web had replicated almost every single function of the internet.

The differences were:

- "Music Sanctuary" had become "Music Temple."

- "Conquest of Subdomains" had become "Followers of the God of Death."

- "Interconnected Bank" had become "Dark Web Bank."

Looking at this eerily familiar yet altered webpage, Yu Sheng'an was so furious he nearly lost his temper entirely.

God of Death, you ruthless bastard!

"Haah..."

Yu Sheng'an took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and forced himself to calm down before patiently examining further.

The more he looked, the angrier he became.

The Library was one thing, but the forums, online classes, Q&A community, and Music Sanctuary—almost all the featured and high-scoring content had been shamelessly copied wholesale by the God of Death.

Hell, they didn’t even bother changing the posters' nicknames!

How brazen do you have to be to pull off something like this?

No—this was pure laziness, wasn’t it?

At this point, Yu Sheng'an was so mad he could only laugh.

After briefly skimming through the dark web’s standard features and roughly understanding its mechanics, Yu Sheng'an summoned a low-level Ghost and used the Six-Senses Sharing Contract to control it and log into the dark web again.

As for his divine projection, he teleported away.

What he planned to investigate next might be dangerous, so using a substitute was safer.

He was deeply curious—how had the God of Death copied his Fourth Calamity?

Once the Ghost clicked in, a pop-up window appeared, complete with text explanations, images, and videos.

It was none other than the tutorial!

'This tutorial isn’t bad. Compared to mine, it’s less impactful but much more straightforward.'

Yu Sheng'an gave his assessment before swiping past the tutorial.

The next moment, his vision abruptly darkened.

Then, the experience that followed was exactly like submerging his main consciousness into a divine projection.

Could it be splitting the soul?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when his vision brightened again.

He found himself in a rugged, towering canyon, surrounded by sheer cliffs that pierced the clouds, with piles of bones beneath his feet.

And he—was now one of those countless bones.

All around him, undead creatures shakily rose from the skeletal heaps, their hollow eye sockets flickering with soul fire as they stared in shock at their surroundings.

"Great God of Death, Vid pledges eternal loyalty to you!"

"My god, I’ve turned into a Skeleton?!"

"How disgusting, I've actually turned into a zombie!"

"Incredible! This is nothing short of a divine miracle!"

Countless players exclaimed in shock, their soul fluctuations rippling chaotically.

Yu Sheng'an ignored the players' exclamations. After scanning his surroundings, he lowered his head to examine his new form.

At this moment, "he" had transformed into a low-level undead—missing an arm and four ribs, with his arm bone riddled with cracks. One of his leg bones was clearly not original, appearing unnaturally thick and robust.

But that wasn’t the main point.

The key was that, with his Divine Perspective activated, Yu Sheng'an could clearly see that a wisp of soul fragment had been split from the low-level Ghost he controlled and fused into this undead’s soul.

In other words, this undead had become his "avatar."

Forcing a weak strand of soul to merge with an undead’s soul fragment and seize dominance was nothing short of miraculous.

Only the God of Death, who wielded the Nether Authority, could achieve such a feat.

A glint of sharp insight flickered in Yu Sheng'an’s eyes.

The God of Death is no simple figure!

He flexed his limbs and, following the game’s prompts, mimicked most players by searching the ground for better bones to replace his current ones.

After some effort, he looked much more normal—at least all his bones were now human, with no defects.

Many players behaved similarly, opting for conventional upgrades.

But a significant portion pursued "practicality," replacing their arms with massive beast claws and the like.

Yu Sheng'an sighed as he observed this.

The "biological augmentations" he had painstakingly developed were effortlessly achieved by the God of Death.

Damn, comparing yourself to others really makes you want to die!

Of course, both had their own advantages.

His augmentations were purely magic artifacts and mechanical constructs, unrestricted by the host’s strength.

In theory, even a three-year-old could wield a rocket launcher on the battlefield.

But while the benefits were clear, the drawbacks were equally glaring—the manufacturing costs were exorbitant.

The God of Death’s augmentations, however, were limited by undead power.

If the undead controlled by players lacked sufficient strength, they couldn’t equip high-level bone components.

Even if they forcibly attached them, they wouldn’t be able to utilize them beyond their basic properties, such as hardness.

But the advantage here was obvious: low cost.

The Underworld was vast, teeming with countless undead. The fall of a single high-level undead was like a "whale fall," nurturing countless mid- and low-level undead—along with an abundance of mid- and low-level bone components.

After completing his own upgrades, Yu Sheng'an blended into the crowd of players, following the mountain path carved along the edge of the great chasm to climb out.

Beyond the chasm stretched an endless city wall, spanning dozens of miles, shielding the area within.

Dozens of Magic Towers loomed high inside the city.

According to the game’s instructions, each Magic Tower housed a Teleportation Mana Well, leading to the small and medium domains the God of Death was currently eroding.

If players wished to travel there, they needed to venture into the wild, accumulate enough energy to activate a portal, and only then could they teleport over.

"The cost calculations are meticulously precise!"

Yu Sheng'an examined the Magic Towers as he walked toward the city's outskirts.

He needed to personally test and experience the capabilities of this undead avatar.

"Hey, bro, alone? Wanna team up?"

A Skeleton resembling an upright lizard scurried over.

"No problem!"

Yu Sheng'an nodded and tapped the virtual screen that quietly appeared before him.

It was a party invitation from this player named "Dragon God."

"Bro, how do you feel? I think it's amazing! Unbelievable! I never imagined the great God of Death could wield such incredible power."

Dragon God clearly just wanted someone to chat with, gushing with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, copied—of course it's unbelievable!"

Yu Sheng'an wanted to smirk, but his skeletal frame lacked a mouth, so he could only flicker his soul fire a few times to convey disdain and sarcasm.

"What? Copied what?"

"Nothing."

"I'm from Geka City, name's Lin Geda. What about you, bro?"

"I think 'Godzilla' would suit you better!"

Yu Sheng'an looked at the towering lizard-like skeleton beside him with a deadpan expression.

"Why?"

"Because you resemble it."

"Resemble it? Is Godzilla some kind of dragon?"

"Congratulations, you guessed right."

"Really? Is it powerful?"

"Very."

"Awesome! Then I’ll change my name to Godzilla right away. By the way, bro, what should I call you?"

"Don’t leak personal info in-game—that’s common sense, didn’t you know?"

While casually humoring the player, the two had already left the city.

Outside, the world was a desolate expanse of gray.

In the gloomy sky, countless soul fragments drifted down like a blizzard of goose feathers.

Not a single wild undead could be seen on the ground!

Well, except for players.

As for how Yu Sheng'an could distinguish players from wild undead?

Simple—the God of Death stimulated the soul to display players' nicknames in their vision.

It looked exactly like in-game name tags floating above their heads.

Yu Sheng'an’s system had no such feature!

So this was definitely the God of Death’s original creation.

In fact, if Yu Sheng'an hadn’t beaten the God of Death to creating the internet, he’d suspect the deity was also from Blue Star.

"Wasn’t the Underworld supposed to be crawling with undead?" Godzilla’s soul fire flickered, clearly puzzled.

"Even if there were countless undead near the resurrection points, players would’ve farmed them all by now!" Yu Sheng'an strode deeper without stopping.

"Wow, bro, you know so much."

"No, it’s not that I know much—it’s that I’ve played before."

"Played before?" Godzilla’s soul fire flickered even more intensely. "Impossible, right? The dark web hasn’t been around for long!"

"But the internet has existed for ages!"

"The internet?"

Godzilla looked utterly bewildered.