Chapter 156: The Interconnected Era
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Chapter 156: The Interconnected Era
If today marked the beginning of Ragnarok for the gods of the multiverse, then the gods themselves would undoubtedly agree!
As the God of Death descended into madness, countless Teleportation Black Holes tore open above countless cities across countless domains, like the gaping maws of Ravenous Beasts dripping with greed, showering the world with Propaganda Leaflets, harvesting Source Essence in a frenzy!
No!
Those were not mere leaflets—they were Scattering Paper into Soldiers, they were Death-Inducing Bullets, they were Source Essence Sickles!
What shattered the gods even more was that no sooner had the God of Death left than the Internet God arrived.
The endless leaflets—handwritten, printed, crude, or exquisitely crafted—descended like a locust swarm upon the preaching zones of the gods, greedily draining their Source Essence springs.
……
……
Klar Domain · Gas Town
The Patched-Cloth Boy watched as the Judgment Division Cavalry rode through the streets atop their Unicorn Dragons, their arrogance on full display. His eyes sparkled with admiration.
He envied them for having full bellies, for wearing imposing and majestic armor, for riding mighty Unicorn Dragons.
"If only I could be like them..."
The boy thought to himself.
But deep down, he knew it was impossible.
Because he didn’t even have a direction in which to strive.
"What’s this?"
His gaze was suddenly drawn to a fluttering piece of paper drifting down, densely covered in text.
He casually picked it up.
Skimming through, he realized he couldn’t read most of the words.
But when he flipped it over, he finally found a line he recognized on the back:
"O Great One from the Azure Star, Master of Language and Script, Founder of the Internet, under Your protection, I shall connect with all living beings and the myriad things of existence."
As the boy recited the words, a Virtual Screen flickered to life before him.
The flood of information that surged into his mind struck him like lightning, leaving his entire body numb.
"Heavens! What is this?"
"The Internet?"
Amidst waves of exclamations, countless Virtual Screens lit up across the town.
……
……
Gran Domain · Deep within the Mist Forest
From a solitary Magic Tower hidden in the depths of the forest, a fit of hysterical laughter suddenly erupted.
The laughter was utterly unrestrained!
"Sixteen years! Sixteen years, and I’ve finally derived it! I’ve succeeded! Hahaha…!"
A Gaunt Mage, looking half-mad, roared in the Alchemy Room, surrounded by towering stacks of manuscripts and magical materials.
For sixteen years, he had secluded himself in the forest, dedicated to verifying a single magical hypothesis—and now, he had succeeded.
One could imagine how his magical prowess would soar!
A century from now, his name would be etched into history!
"Hm? What’s this?"
An Image Magic unfolded silently before the mage, displaying a scene where countless sheets of paper drifted down over a city.
This was footage transmitted by the magic puppet he had dispatched to the city to procure supplies.
As a Virtual Screen materialized before him, the mage’s pupils contracted, his lips trembled, and his entire being collapsed in an instant.
"The Abyss Formula? How is it identical to my derivation?! How can this be?!!!"
The mage was shattered.
The research he had buried himself in for sixteen years… was already common knowledge in other domains!!!
"No!"
The immense disparity drove the mage lord to roar at the heavens, consumed by grief and indignation.
……
……
"See? The gods are nothing but parasites feeding on our Source Essence! If we stop believing in them, they are nothing!"
"Now we have the Internet, the Dark Web—we can learn magic, Battle Aura! We will overthrow the Worship Spirit Religion!"
Deep in the hidden bandit den of the mountains, farmers who could no longer endure the harsh taxes of the Worship Spirit Religion gathered together.
Their leader stood atop a high platform, unfurling a massive Virtual Screen as he delivered an impassioned speech. With every word, the crowd below roared in agreement.
These "bandits," who had held out in the wilderness, had finally glimpsed the hope of rebellion!
"Down with the Worship Spirit Religion!"
"We will defeat those damned evil gods sooner or later!"
"Long live the Internet!"
"Long live the Dark Web!"
……
……
In a forest, a grand worship ceremony was held by a dog-headed tribe!
Upon a wooden pyramid-shaped altar lay a young dog-headed maiden, surrounded by fruits, hunted game, and skulls.
Led by the dog-headed elder, countless dog-headed tribesmen knelt around the altar, offering tribute!
"Great Internet God, we thank you for your benevolent and mighty gaze upon the Nar Tribe! The Nar Tribe shall forever serve you!"
The dog-headed elder cried out!
Above him, a massive Virtual Screen shimmered, automatically displaying the Internet in the dog-headed tribe's cuneiform script.
……
……
"Kill them all! Anyone caught using Internet Divine Technique or Dark Web divine techniques—slaughter them! Hang their corpses on the city walls! Let those commoners know that magic is noble and not for their filthy hands!"
From the towering heights of the Magic Tower, the mage lord raged in fury, for the monopoly of knowledge that upheld his rule had been shattered by the gods.
But his roars could no longer escape the Magic Tower.
Even as his henchmen stormed every corner of the city and countryside, frantically destroying the Propaganda Leaflets raining from the sky—even as they seized the chance to slaughter and plunder wealth—it was all meaningless.
Because the commoners were fleeing.
They already had the Internet and the Dark Web. They could learn magic, master Battle Aura, arm themselves, and protect themselves.
They no longer needed the mages' protection!
In truth, it wasn’t just the commoners.
Even the mage lord’s own followers seized the chance to escape. They no longer needed to serve this bloodthirsty old mage.
Because they now had their own means to learn magic.
……
……
The multiverse was drowned in a storm of Propaganda Leaflets.
Countless intelligent beings curiously logged onto the Internet or the Dark Web.
The kaleidoscopic, dazzling world of the network left them stunned, their worldviews shattered.
In this world where the upper and lower structures were severely fractured, many intelligent beings across different domains didn’t even know the concept of "domains."
In "their" worldview:
The world was the village before their eyes.
The distant county town.
The nobles high above.
The mages, godlike in their majesty.
"They" had never imagined that the world could be so vast, so boundless, so breathtaking, so intoxicating and suffocating!
It was an endless ocean of power and knowledge—
It is music for everyone to enjoy;
It is instant communication, discussion, and even arguments across countless domains;
It is the Keville Empire, the magic dynasty of the Azarea Continent;
It is experiencing the scenery of many worlds and even earning wealth and Source Essence without leaving home.
Facing the propaganda leaflets of the God of Death and the Internet God, the preaching zones of the gods across the multiverse fell almost instantly, collapsing entirely!
The foundation of divine rule was shaken!
This was a dimensional strike!
This was the enlightenment of the masses!
This was a knowledge explosion!
This was intellectual fraud!
This was the collapse of faith!
This was... Ragnarok.
The gods roared in fury!
They frantically mustered their legions, mobilizing all their power in a desperate attempt to suppress the Internet and even the dark web.
Yet, against this intangible enemy and the shifting tides of public sentiment, even the mightiest armies could only sigh in futility, powerless to act!
On this day, the skies filled with propaganda leaflets like a deus ex machina, brutally severing the God Era and thrusting the multiverse into a new age.
This was the new era following the "Titan Era" and the "God Era"!
History would name it: the Interconnected Era.
If today marked the beginning of Ragnarok for the gods of the multiverse, then the gods themselves would undoubtedly agree!
As the God of Death descended into madness, countless Teleportation Black Holes tore open above countless cities across countless domains, like the gaping maws of Ravenous Beasts dripping with greed, showering the world with Propaganda Leaflets, harvesting Source Essence in a frenzy!
No!
Those were not mere leaflets—they were Scattering Paper into Soldiers, they were Death-Inducing Bullets, they were Source Essence Sickles!
What shattered the gods even more was that no sooner had the God of Death left than the Internet God arrived.
The endless leaflets—handwritten, printed, crude, or exquisitely crafted—descended like a locust swarm upon the preaching zones of the gods, greedily draining their Source Essence springs.
……
……
Klar Domain · Gas Town
The Patched-Cloth Boy watched as the Judgment Division Cavalry rode through the streets atop their Unicorn Dragons, their arrogance on full display. His eyes sparkled with admiration.
He envied them for having full bellies, for wearing imposing and majestic armor, for riding mighty Unicorn Dragons.
"If only I could be like them..."
The boy thought to himself.
But deep down, he knew it was impossible.
Because he didn’t even have a direction in which to strive.
"What’s this?"
His gaze was suddenly drawn to a fluttering piece of paper drifting down, densely covered in text.
He casually picked it up.
Skimming through, he realized he couldn’t read most of the words.
But when he flipped it over, he finally found a line he recognized on the back:
"O Great One from the Azure Star, Master of Language and Script, Founder of the Internet, under Your protection, I shall connect with all living beings and the myriad things of existence."
As the boy recited the words, a Virtual Screen flickered to life before him.
The flood of information that surged into his mind struck him like lightning, leaving his entire body numb.
"Heavens! What is this?"
"The Internet?"
Amidst waves of exclamations, countless Virtual Screens lit up across the town.
……
……
Gran Domain · Deep within the Mist Forest
From a solitary Magic Tower hidden in the depths of the forest, a fit of hysterical laughter suddenly erupted.
The laughter was utterly unrestrained!
"Sixteen years! Sixteen years, and I’ve finally derived it! I’ve succeeded! Hahaha…!"
A Gaunt Mage, looking half-mad, roared in the Alchemy Room, surrounded by towering stacks of manuscripts and magical materials.
For sixteen years, he had secluded himself in the forest, dedicated to verifying a single magical hypothesis—and now, he had succeeded.
One could imagine how his magical prowess would soar!
A century from now, his name would be etched into history!
"Hm? What’s this?"
An Image Magic unfolded silently before the mage, displaying a scene where countless sheets of paper drifted down over a city.
This was footage transmitted by the magic puppet he had dispatched to the city to procure supplies.
As a Virtual Screen materialized before him, the mage’s pupils contracted, his lips trembled, and his entire being collapsed in an instant.
"The Abyss Formula? How is it identical to my derivation?! How can this be?!!!"
The mage was shattered.
The research he had buried himself in for sixteen years… was already common knowledge in other domains!!!
"No!"
The immense disparity drove the mage lord to roar at the heavens, consumed by grief and indignation.
……
……
"See? The gods are nothing but parasites feeding on our Source Essence! If we stop believing in them, they are nothing!"
"Now we have the Internet, the Dark Web—we can learn magic, Battle Aura! We will overthrow the Worship Spirit Religion!"
Deep in the hidden bandit den of the mountains, farmers who could no longer endure the harsh taxes of the Worship Spirit Religion gathered together.
Their leader stood atop a high platform, unfurling a massive Virtual Screen as he delivered an impassioned speech. With every word, the crowd below roared in agreement.
These "bandits," who had held out in the wilderness, had finally glimpsed the hope of rebellion!
"Down with the Worship Spirit Religion!"
"We will defeat those damned evil gods sooner or later!"
"Long live the Internet!"
"Long live the Dark Web!"
……
……
In a forest, a grand worship ceremony was held by a dog-headed tribe!
Upon a wooden pyramid-shaped altar lay a young dog-headed maiden, surrounded by fruits, hunted game, and skulls.
Led by the dog-headed elder, countless dog-headed tribesmen knelt around the altar, offering tribute!
"Great Internet God, we thank you for your benevolent and mighty gaze upon the Nar Tribe! The Nar Tribe shall forever serve you!"
The dog-headed elder cried out!
Above him, a massive Virtual Screen shimmered, automatically displaying the Internet in the dog-headed tribe's cuneiform script.
……
……
"Kill them all! Anyone caught using Internet Divine Technique or Dark Web divine techniques—slaughter them! Hang their corpses on the city walls! Let those commoners know that magic is noble and not for their filthy hands!"
From the towering heights of the Magic Tower, the mage lord raged in fury, for the monopoly of knowledge that upheld his rule had been shattered by the gods.
But his roars could no longer escape the Magic Tower.
Even as his henchmen stormed every corner of the city and countryside, frantically destroying the Propaganda Leaflets raining from the sky—even as they seized the chance to slaughter and plunder wealth—it was all meaningless.
Because the commoners were fleeing.
They already had the Internet and the Dark Web. They could learn magic, master Battle Aura, arm themselves, and protect themselves.
They no longer needed the mages' protection!
In truth, it wasn’t just the commoners.
Even the mage lord’s own followers seized the chance to escape. They no longer needed to serve this bloodthirsty old mage.
Because they now had their own means to learn magic.
……
……
The multiverse was drowned in a storm of Propaganda Leaflets.
Countless intelligent beings curiously logged onto the Internet or the Dark Web.
The kaleidoscopic, dazzling world of the network left them stunned, their worldviews shattered.
In this world where the upper and lower structures were severely fractured, many intelligent beings across different domains didn’t even know the concept of "domains."
In "their" worldview:
The world was the village before their eyes.
The distant county town.
The nobles high above.
The mages, godlike in their majesty.
"They" had never imagined that the world could be so vast, so boundless, so breathtaking, so intoxicating and suffocating!
It was an endless ocean of power and knowledge—
It is music for everyone to enjoy;
It is instant communication, discussion, and even arguments across countless domains;
It is the Keville Empire, the magic dynasty of the Azarea Continent;
It is experiencing the scenery of many worlds and even earning wealth and Source Essence without leaving home.
Facing the propaganda leaflets of the God of Death and the Internet God, the preaching zones of the gods across the multiverse fell almost instantly, collapsing entirely!
The foundation of divine rule was shaken!
This was a dimensional strike!
This was the enlightenment of the masses!
This was a knowledge explosion!
This was intellectual fraud!
This was the collapse of faith!
This was... Ragnarok.
The gods roared in fury!
They frantically mustered their legions, mobilizing all their power in a desperate attempt to suppress the Internet and even the dark web.
Yet, against this intangible enemy and the shifting tides of public sentiment, even the mightiest armies could only sigh in futility, powerless to act!
On this day, the skies filled with propaganda leaflets like a deus ex machina, brutally severing the God Era and thrusting the multiverse into a new age.
This was the new era following the "Titan Era" and the "God Era"!
History would name it: the Interconnected Era.
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