Chapter 181: War of Words
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Chapter 181: War of Words
Extortion! This was blatant extortion!
At this moment, Yu Sheng'an exuded the aura of a chaotic demon king—like a mop smeared with filth, fighting one against five, determined to disgust you to death even if it meant getting dirty himself!
"Let me guess why you’ve come to me!"
Amidst the frozen expressions of the God of War and the other three gods, Yu Sheng'an stood up, holding a wine glass.
"If the God of Death has sought you out, it means he’s on the verge of collapse. So he’s trying to sue for peace, or shift the conflict, dragging me into the mess!"
"You don’t want to give up the fat prize almost within your grasp, but you’re also afraid the God of Death might counterattack and leave both sides wounded, allowing me to reap the spoils. So you’ve come to extort me instead. Tell me, am I right?"
"The Internet God is indeed clever. That saves us the trouble of explaining! Since you’ve figured it out, why not lay your cards on the table?" the God of War said coldly.
Yu Sheng'an sighed inwardly upon hearing this.
A tripartite balance, huh?
Fair enough. None of them were fools. If he could strategically extort the Four Pillar Gods, they could just as easily turn the tables on him.
Who’s to say they wouldn’t extort him ruthlessly here, then immediately launch a full-scale assault on the God of Death, profiting from both sides?
Of course, he could also ignore the Four Gods’ extortion, but that would mean risking their joint attack.
No one was stupid enough to let him sit idly by, watching from the sidelines with leisurely detachment.
"I have an idea that could satisfy both your needs. Care to hear it?"
Yu Sheng'an flashed a confident smile.
"Oh?"
The Four Gods exchanged glances, but their hearts sank as a sense of foreboding crept over them.
……
……
The God of Death, having returned his consciousness to Glazed Mountain, opened his eyes upon his divine throne. With a wave of his hand, a series of world maps materialized in the empty hall before him—all depicting his preaching zones.
His gaze swept over the maps, and the longer he looked, the colder his heart grew.
After a long silence, he steeled himself, closed his eyes again, and submerged his primary consciousness into his divine projection, intending to contact other gods for alliance-building to resist the Four Gods.
—This dire situation couldn’t rely solely on the strategy of diverting disaster eastward.
After an indeterminate amount of time, his eyes snapped open, and he roared in fury:
"Bastards! Utterly short-sighted! Do you really think you’ll fare better once I’m defeated? The Internet God will suck your Source Essence springs dry!"
His enraged bellow echoed through the temple.
"Haah… haah…"
The God of Death panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, his temper flaring uncontrollably.
He had tried alliance-building, but the gods he contacted were all wary of his approach.
Forget cooperation—they wouldn’t even listen to a word he said.
No one was stupid.
What benefits would aligning with the God of Death to attack the Four Pillar Gods bring?
Even if it meant balancing the scales, it would only make sense after the God of Death had fallen. Intervening now would be like inviting a wolf into your home—a death wish!
Most importantly, how many even had the power to intervene in their conflict?
For a moment, the God of Death grew angrier the more he thought about it. How had such a favorable situation turned into this mess?
Upon reflection, it all seemed to trace back to provoking the Internet God.
Damn Internet God!
Here, the God of Death was seething with hatred toward the Internet God when he suddenly sensed the arrival of the Four Pillar Gods in the stone temple within the Cordillera Mountains.
A thought struck him—had the Four Pillar Gods already reached a decision?
Without hesitation, he submerged his primary consciousness into the statue within that stone temple.
When the God of Death opened his eyes, the Four Pillar Gods had already animated, seated around a long table, their gazes inscrutable as they watched him.
Narrowing his eyes, the God of Death took a slight breath and settled into his usual high-backed chair.
The moment he sat down, his expression twisted abruptly.
Because he suddenly noticed—an unfamiliar high-backed chair had appeared beside the long table that had always held only five seats.
"What is this?"
A flicker of astonishment flashed in the God of Death's eyes.
Under his bewildered gaze, a faint gravitational pull emerged from that high-backed chair, swiftly transforming into a black hole that devoured the energy within the stone temple. In the blink of an eye, it coalesced into a statue.
The statue animated rapidly, as if one of the Five Great Righteous Gods had descended.
The figure that emerged had black hair, dark eyes, and wore a white shirt with black trousers. Judging by the aura radiating from him—it was unmistakably the Internet God.
The sight made the God of Death's pupils constrict sharply.
"Lord God of Death, we meet again." Yu Sheng'an smiled, placing a hand over his chest in greeting.
"What is the meaning of this?" The God of Death swept his gaze across the Four Pillar Gods, his face a mix of suspicion and unease.
"Please remain calm, Lord God of Death. I will answer that question." Yu Sheng'an sat in the high-backed chair, interlacing his fingers and resting his elbows on the table.
"Ever since the Dark Web emerged, the multiverse has been plunged into turmoil—"
"Bullshit! What 'Dark Web'? This is clearly the chaos your internet has caused!" The God of Death rudely cut Yu Sheng'an off.
No matter what flowery words the Internet God might spout later, he couldn't accept this first attempt to shift blame!
"Oh? When I created the internet, did I scatter Propaganda Leaflets across the world?"
"That's because you're a coward! Regardless, all this chaos began with your internet." The God of Death sneered.
"Really? Then why is it you, the God of Death, who's being besieged by everyone?" Yu Sheng'an countered.
"You—" The God of Death was left speechless.
"Enough. None of us are children. Is arguing over this meaningful?" Yu Sheng'an stopped before pushing further.
"Shut your stinking mouth, you rotten corpse! If you don’t want the five of us to gang up on you, let the Internet God finish speaking!" the God of War roared.
Five?
The moment the God of War spoke, the God of Death's expression shifted with suspicion. A sudden realization struck him—the Four Pillar Gods must have already told the Internet God about his scheme of diverting disaster eastward!
Damn it!
I knew those Four Pillar Gods couldn’t be trusted!!!
Yu Sheng'an gave the God of War a slight nod. "Since Lord God of Death is so impatient, I’ll keep it brief. I have a strategy that, given the current situation, could satisfy all parties involved."
At these words, the God of Death grew even more uneasy.
"Before I explain this strategy, I hope we can agree on one thing: in the current circumstances, none of us can completely eradicate the others. Can we all accept that?"
The Four Pillar Gods instinctively glanced at the God of Death.
Clearly, they already knew what this strategy was!
This made the God of Death feel targeted, fueling his fury.
With a cold laugh, he nodded.
He wanted to see just what kind of flowery words this Internet God could conjure with his eloquent speech.
"Very well. My strategy is simple: the God of Death cedes twelve domains to the Four Pillar Gods in exchange for population migration rights and truce rights."
BANG!
With a deafening crash, the God of Death shattered the stone table with a slam and pointed furiously at Yu Sheng'an. "So you’re all conspiring to carve up my preaching zones? Don’t forget—behind the Internet God stands the Azure Star!"
The God of Life remained unmoved. "Don’t try to divert the issue. If you refuse to give, then we’ll simply take it by force. By then, you’ll lose not just your preaching zones, but your population as well!"
At these words, the God of Death’s aged face flushed crimson, his breath heaving like a bellows in his fury.
At that very moment, a divine projection of Yu Sheng'an abruptly descended upon a massive boulder at the foot of Underworld·Glazed Mountain.
Instantly, the God of Death detected Yu Sheng'an’s divine projection.
Or rather, Yu Sheng’an made no attempt to conceal it—he had arrived openly, without restraint.
"Internet God, you’re courting death—!"
A thunderous roar reverberated across the lands of Underworld·Glazed Mountain.
The wrath of the God of Death darkened the Underworld itself.
In an instant, endless waves of necrotic energy surged from all directions within a thousand-mile radius, twisting and coalescing into a colossal Undead Dragon that spiraled toward Yu Sheng'an.
"Hear me out first—then fight if you must. How about that?"
Yu Sheng'an’s divine projection stood atop the boulder at the mountain’s base, gazing up at the dragon in the sky, his body devoid of any divine energy fluctuations.
The Undead Dragon hurtled toward him in the blink of an eye—only to halt abruptly just before striking.
The God of Death’s figure silently appeared atop the dragon’s head, looking down at Yu Sheng'an with a mix of fury and bewilderment, his expression torn between rage and suspicion.
Extortion! This was blatant extortion!
At this moment, Yu Sheng'an exuded the aura of a chaotic demon king—like a mop smeared with filth, fighting one against five, determined to disgust you to death even if it meant getting dirty himself!
"Let me guess why you’ve come to me!"
Amidst the frozen expressions of the God of War and the other three gods, Yu Sheng'an stood up, holding a wine glass.
"If the God of Death has sought you out, it means he’s on the verge of collapse. So he’s trying to sue for peace, or shift the conflict, dragging me into the mess!"
"You don’t want to give up the fat prize almost within your grasp, but you’re also afraid the God of Death might counterattack and leave both sides wounded, allowing me to reap the spoils. So you’ve come to extort me instead. Tell me, am I right?"
"The Internet God is indeed clever. That saves us the trouble of explaining! Since you’ve figured it out, why not lay your cards on the table?" the God of War said coldly.
Yu Sheng'an sighed inwardly upon hearing this.
A tripartite balance, huh?
Fair enough. None of them were fools. If he could strategically extort the Four Pillar Gods, they could just as easily turn the tables on him.
Who’s to say they wouldn’t extort him ruthlessly here, then immediately launch a full-scale assault on the God of Death, profiting from both sides?
Of course, he could also ignore the Four Gods’ extortion, but that would mean risking their joint attack.
No one was stupid enough to let him sit idly by, watching from the sidelines with leisurely detachment.
"I have an idea that could satisfy both your needs. Care to hear it?"
Yu Sheng'an flashed a confident smile.
"Oh?"
The Four Gods exchanged glances, but their hearts sank as a sense of foreboding crept over them.
……
……
The God of Death, having returned his consciousness to Glazed Mountain, opened his eyes upon his divine throne. With a wave of his hand, a series of world maps materialized in the empty hall before him—all depicting his preaching zones.
His gaze swept over the maps, and the longer he looked, the colder his heart grew.
After a long silence, he steeled himself, closed his eyes again, and submerged his primary consciousness into his divine projection, intending to contact other gods for alliance-building to resist the Four Gods.
—This dire situation couldn’t rely solely on the strategy of diverting disaster eastward.
After an indeterminate amount of time, his eyes snapped open, and he roared in fury:
"Bastards! Utterly short-sighted! Do you really think you’ll fare better once I’m defeated? The Internet God will suck your Source Essence springs dry!"
His enraged bellow echoed through the temple.
"Haah… haah…"
The God of Death panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, his temper flaring uncontrollably.
He had tried alliance-building, but the gods he contacted were all wary of his approach.
Forget cooperation—they wouldn’t even listen to a word he said.
No one was stupid.
What benefits would aligning with the God of Death to attack the Four Pillar Gods bring?
Even if it meant balancing the scales, it would only make sense after the God of Death had fallen. Intervening now would be like inviting a wolf into your home—a death wish!
Most importantly, how many even had the power to intervene in their conflict?
For a moment, the God of Death grew angrier the more he thought about it. How had such a favorable situation turned into this mess?
Upon reflection, it all seemed to trace back to provoking the Internet God.
Damn Internet God!
Here, the God of Death was seething with hatred toward the Internet God when he suddenly sensed the arrival of the Four Pillar Gods in the stone temple within the Cordillera Mountains.
A thought struck him—had the Four Pillar Gods already reached a decision?
Without hesitation, he submerged his primary consciousness into the statue within that stone temple.
When the God of Death opened his eyes, the Four Pillar Gods had already animated, seated around a long table, their gazes inscrutable as they watched him.
Narrowing his eyes, the God of Death took a slight breath and settled into his usual high-backed chair.
The moment he sat down, his expression twisted abruptly.
Because he suddenly noticed—an unfamiliar high-backed chair had appeared beside the long table that had always held only five seats.
"What is this?"
A flicker of astonishment flashed in the God of Death's eyes.
Under his bewildered gaze, a faint gravitational pull emerged from that high-backed chair, swiftly transforming into a black hole that devoured the energy within the stone temple. In the blink of an eye, it coalesced into a statue.
The statue animated rapidly, as if one of the Five Great Righteous Gods had descended.
The figure that emerged had black hair, dark eyes, and wore a white shirt with black trousers. Judging by the aura radiating from him—it was unmistakably the Internet God.
The sight made the God of Death's pupils constrict sharply.
"Lord God of Death, we meet again." Yu Sheng'an smiled, placing a hand over his chest in greeting.
"What is the meaning of this?" The God of Death swept his gaze across the Four Pillar Gods, his face a mix of suspicion and unease.
"Please remain calm, Lord God of Death. I will answer that question." Yu Sheng'an sat in the high-backed chair, interlacing his fingers and resting his elbows on the table.
"Ever since the Dark Web emerged, the multiverse has been plunged into turmoil—"
"Bullshit! What 'Dark Web'? This is clearly the chaos your internet has caused!" The God of Death rudely cut Yu Sheng'an off.
No matter what flowery words the Internet God might spout later, he couldn't accept this first attempt to shift blame!
"Oh? When I created the internet, did I scatter Propaganda Leaflets across the world?"
"That's because you're a coward! Regardless, all this chaos began with your internet." The God of Death sneered.
"Really? Then why is it you, the God of Death, who's being besieged by everyone?" Yu Sheng'an countered.
"You—" The God of Death was left speechless.
"Enough. None of us are children. Is arguing over this meaningful?" Yu Sheng'an stopped before pushing further.
"Shut your stinking mouth, you rotten corpse! If you don’t want the five of us to gang up on you, let the Internet God finish speaking!" the God of War roared.
Five?
The moment the God of War spoke, the God of Death's expression shifted with suspicion. A sudden realization struck him—the Four Pillar Gods must have already told the Internet God about his scheme of diverting disaster eastward!
Damn it!
I knew those Four Pillar Gods couldn’t be trusted!!!
Yu Sheng'an gave the God of War a slight nod. "Since Lord God of Death is so impatient, I’ll keep it brief. I have a strategy that, given the current situation, could satisfy all parties involved."
At these words, the God of Death grew even more uneasy.
"Before I explain this strategy, I hope we can agree on one thing: in the current circumstances, none of us can completely eradicate the others. Can we all accept that?"
The Four Pillar Gods instinctively glanced at the God of Death.
Clearly, they already knew what this strategy was!
This made the God of Death feel targeted, fueling his fury.
With a cold laugh, he nodded.
He wanted to see just what kind of flowery words this Internet God could conjure with his eloquent speech.
"Very well. My strategy is simple: the God of Death cedes twelve domains to the Four Pillar Gods in exchange for population migration rights and truce rights."
BANG!
With a deafening crash, the God of Death shattered the stone table with a slam and pointed furiously at Yu Sheng'an. "So you’re all conspiring to carve up my preaching zones? Don’t forget—behind the Internet God stands the Azure Star!"
The God of Life remained unmoved. "Don’t try to divert the issue. If you refuse to give, then we’ll simply take it by force. By then, you’ll lose not just your preaching zones, but your population as well!"
At these words, the God of Death’s aged face flushed crimson, his breath heaving like a bellows in his fury.
At that very moment, a divine projection of Yu Sheng'an abruptly descended upon a massive boulder at the foot of Underworld·Glazed Mountain.
Instantly, the God of Death detected Yu Sheng'an’s divine projection.
Or rather, Yu Sheng’an made no attempt to conceal it—he had arrived openly, without restraint.
"Internet God, you’re courting death—!"
A thunderous roar reverberated across the lands of Underworld·Glazed Mountain.
The wrath of the God of Death darkened the Underworld itself.
In an instant, endless waves of necrotic energy surged from all directions within a thousand-mile radius, twisting and coalescing into a colossal Undead Dragon that spiraled toward Yu Sheng'an.
"Hear me out first—then fight if you must. How about that?"
Yu Sheng'an’s divine projection stood atop the boulder at the mountain’s base, gazing up at the dragon in the sky, his body devoid of any divine energy fluctuations.
The Undead Dragon hurtled toward him in the blink of an eye—only to halt abruptly just before striking.
The God of Death’s figure silently appeared atop the dragon’s head, looking down at Yu Sheng'an with a mix of fury and bewilderment, his expression torn between rage and suspicion.
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