Chapter 154: Yu Sheng'an's Countermeasure

Chapter 154: Yu Sheng'an's Countermeasure

"What is that?"

On the bustling streets of Willis City, someone suddenly looked up at the sky.

This action immediately triggered the herd effect.

More and more people turned their gaze upward, their mouths agape in shock!

Above them, a portal had abruptly appeared in the sky, from which countless snowflakes drifted down, scattering across the entire city.

At the same moment, the Ringed Magic Tower of Willis City suddenly lit up, and a beam of magical light shot straight into the heavens!

In an instant, the beam pierced toward the portal like a sharp sword!

"Bzzzt!"

Amidst the grating hum of energy, dazzling light erupted from both the beam and the portal, resembling a helium flash that drowned out all other colors in the world, as if vying with the sun itself for brilliance!

At the peak of the radiance, an eggshell-like magical shield unfolded over Willis City, blocking the rampant shockwaves of energy.

The blinding light forced the citizens of Willis to instinctively cover their eyes, while a terrifying thought flashed through countless minds—were they under attack again?

Panic spread like wildfire.

Countless citizens fled in terror toward their homes, while others rushed toward bank branches.

Just then, sheets of paper fluttered down from the sky like a blizzard of goose feathers.

A hand snatched one of the papers, revealing a prayer written in the official language of the Keville Empire—a prayer to the God of Death.

At this moment, it wasn’t just Willis City. Over twenty cities in the Keville Empire had similar portals tear open above them, raining down countless Propaganda Leaflets.

And it wasn’t limited to the Keville Empire!

The Bayer Empire, the Kaman Union, Vias, the Plen Union Kingdom, the Gordon Great Plains, the Snow Region Tribes… countless nations and regions were bombarded with leaflets.

In this multiverse, a tactic pioneered by the Internet God had now been perfected and unleashed by the God of Death!

In the span of a single day, the dark web became known across the world.

And the internet itself was in an uproar!

"Don’t panic, everyone! It’s not an attack—the official website has already debunked the rumors!"

"Oh my god, I thought we were under attack. Scared me half to death!"

"Did you see that? The God of Death actually created a dark web!"

"Has anyone logged in yet? What’s it like?"

"I did! It’s incredible! It manifests directly in the soul, and the interface is almost identical to the internet."

"The moment I logged into the dark web, I was stunned. Seriously, isn’t this just the internet? How shameless—this is outright plagiarism!"

"This is hilarious! Copying the internet and daring to release it? What a joke!"

"How despicable! Not only did they steal my best posts, but they even copied my nickname!"

Countless internet users erupted into frenzied discussions on forums, social groups, and Q&A platforms!

Some were shocked!

Others were bewildered!

Of course, those in the Keville Empire who had already experienced the richness of the internet, while amazed by the dark web’s presentation, mostly mocked its blatant plagiarism and lackluster content.

"Anyone else logged in? It’s actually not bad!"

"Gotta admit, the dark web seems pretty decent. You can browse it in your soul—perfect for secretly listening to music at work."

"It seems the dark web can also plunder wealth from other domains, and it can be exchanged at the dark web bank. The only problem is we don’t have a dark web bank here. Who knows if they’ll open one?"

"Honestly, controlling the undead is quite fun. The upgrade system is way more interesting than conquering subdomains."

Aside from the mockers, some had already discovered the advantages of the dark web.

In no time, countless individuals succumbed to curiosity, logging into the dark web and providing the God of Death with a torrent of Source Essence.

If even the people of Keville, who had witnessed the internet, reacted this way, imagine the frenzy in other regions and nations.

The common folk, long oppressed by the nobility, suddenly learned of the dark web’s existence. They marveled at its meticulously categorized magic and battle aura knowledge, browsed the forum’s diverse discussions, and listened to songs from the Music Temple.

This divine miracle struck the commoners with nothing short of a tsunami-level impact!

Almost overnight, the Azarea Continent underwent a massive upheaval!

The gods, enraged, mobilized their elite forces.

Yet when their vast armies stormed into cities and towns, they were left bewildered.

Where was the enemy?

Where?

Tell me, where?

The paper leaflets fluttering in the sky?

The believers trembling in their homes?

The citizens wailing about never having logged into the dark web?

At this moment, no matter how mighty the armies were, they could only lament helplessly against this intangible enemy.

……

……

Yu Sheng’an stood in the mansion behind the Dragon Factory, gazing up at the propaganda leaflets raining from the sky.

Beside him, figures flickered into existence one after another—the Music Goddess Aphnora, the Prophecy God Phoebus, Saint Magus Dandell, Saint Magus Qimoer, and Saint Magus Beixi.

As they watched the leaflets scatter across the sky, their hearts trembled with shock.

Just as they had begun to recognize the superiority of the internet and take pride in it, no one had expected the God of Death to replicate its miracles and even mimic the Internet God’s tactics, spreading his influence like wildfire.

This sight dealt a heavy blow to their morale.

"Ajef, aside from Idith and the preaching zones of the Five Great Righteous Gods, the God of Death has flooded nearly the entire Azarea Continent with propaganda leaflets," the Music Goddess Aphnora couldn’t help but remind him.

Yu Sheng’an withdrew his gaze from the sky, his fury boiling to its peak—yet his face broke into a radiant smile.

Now was not the time to crumble or rage.

Because that would only reveal incompetence!

He was the backbone of the Internet God’s pantheon. At this critical moment, he had to shoulder the responsibility befitting his role.

"Haha, everyone, our spring has finally arrived!"

"Spring?"

The three Saint Magi of Keville, weighed down by despair, stared at him in astonishment.

How could the Internet God still laugh in the face of such a disaster? Was there some hidden scheme at play?

"You mean… we should follow suit?" The Prophecy God Phoebus, leveraging his authority of prophecy, swiftly calculated a possibility.

Of course, his deduction was largely based on what Yu Sheng’an had once mentioned.

"Exactly!"

Yu Sheng’an snapped his fingers, feigning excitement.

"The God of Death has guts, doing what I’ve always wanted but never dared. Hahaha! Now it’s perfect—he’s drawing fire upfront while we reap the benefits behind him. Could anything be more satisfying? Phoebus, I’ve already prepared the Propaganda Leaflets. Can you spread them across the Azarea Continent within a day?"

"By your will, Mr. Ajef!" The Prophecy God Phoebus placed a hand over his chest in salute.

"Excellent! The dark web has its advantages, but the internet has ours. It’s time to launch our public opinion campaign!"

Yu Sheng'an turned to the three Saint Magi of Keville.

"Return at once and publicly condemn the God of Death’s actions on the Empire’s official website. At the same time, dissect the dark web in detail—magnify its flaws and fatal weaknesses endlessly. Remember, adopt a scientific attitude, use rigorous wording, flawless logic, and cite real examples to expose the dark web’s pitfalls."

"For instance, logging into the dark web drains the soul, ultimately reducing intelligence and even diminishing Magic talent."

"Another example: accessing the dark web not only allows the God of Death to spy on your Privacy, but your soul will also be marked by him, becoming his food after death."

"Beyond that, highlight the benefits of the internet. For example: the Internet God signs contracts with all users, guaranteeing through the contract that he will never pry into their Privacy, ensuring their right to it."

"Also, emphasize that all content on the dark web is plagiarized from the internet—ours is the most authentic and comprehensive."

"Or take this: logging in requires no loyalty, yet you can share mana and enhance your Magic cultivation."

"In short, remember one thing—play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses."

Yu Sheng'an added another point:

"The world calls mages bookworms. Well, let them witness the power of the pen!"

At these words, Dandell and the other two Saint Magi felt a stirring in their hearts, inexplicably invigorated.

This was recognition and praise!

"Leave this to us!" The three Saint Magi responded in unison.

Yu Sheng'an then turned to the Music Goddess Aphnora.

"Aphnora, your connections are the best. I need you to negotiate with the gods and secure divine technique propagation rights in their preaching zones! After the God of Death’s rampage, banning the net is impossible—they’ll agree to your terms. Of course, we’ll have to offer something in return. Let’s use firearms, some high-end weapons, even the bicycle production line as bargaining chips."

"Understood!" Aphnora nodded cheerfully.

"Alright, everyone, it’s time to show your skills!"

Yu Sheng'an clapped his hands.

The group roared in agreement before teleporting away.

The alliance of the Internet God’s faction had officially begun to exert its strength.

As everyone departed, Yu Sheng'an’s excitement gradually receded, replaced by deep-seated fury in his eyes.

The God of Death’s madness had infected him!

A madman always has a 50% chance of winning!

I’ve been too conservative before!

Fine!

If it’s madness he wants, I’ll match him blow for blow!

Yu Sheng'an took a deep breath and headed for his private residence.

Pushing open the door to his private office, he found the Music Goddess Aphnora—who should have already left—leaning gracefully against his desk, like a charming urban belle.

"Something on your mind?" Aphnora looked at Yu Sheng'an.

Indeed, no sooner had she left than Yu Sheng'an sent her a message, asking her to wait for him in his private office.

So Aphnora immediately projected herself there.

"I need Source Essence!" Yu Sheng'an said with utmost seriousness.

Plans couldn't keep up with the changes—he could no longer foolishly hoard Source Essence.

The God of Death was acting so recklessly!

If he didn’t act boldly now, once their early advantage was lost, reclaiming it later would require a hundred or even a thousand times the effort.

Most importantly, he no longer dared to underestimate the gods of the multiverse.

Who knew if another "Bright Net" might suddenly emerge among them?

So he had to go all out!

"How much?"

"Twelve billion units."

Aphnora's pupils constricted sharply, and the office instantly fell into dead silence.