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Chapter 177: The Appearance of the Divine Lord
Du Mu came to the world of mutants and frowned immediately.

In this world where World War II just ended not long ago, it is the world with the most sin and sorrow, except for the martial arts world that just experienced the Shura Rebellion.

Even though Du Mu set countless harsh keywords, at the same time, countless similar sins were impacting Du Mu's mind.

It is comparable to a DDoS attack on the Internet.

The purpose of a DDoS attack is to consume the target's network bandwidth, server resources, or application resources, making it unable to respond to legitimate user requests. The method is to use a large number of legitimate distributed servers to send requests to the target, thereby preventing normal legitimate users from obtaining services.

This is similar to Du Mu's current situation. He has no time to pay attention to the mutant students appearing in front of him. Almost all his energy is focused on quickly stopping all the crimes that have just been discovered.

Even... in this era, in this period before the crackdown, the public security in our motherland cannot be compared with that of the old capitalist powers that have been established for many years.

How could he pretend not to see this?
However… at the same time.

With the only thought left in his mind, Du Mu suddenly noticed that countless golden threads from all over the world were converging towards him.

They gather together to form a tower, even if each one is as thin as a gossamer, when they gather together, from Du Mu's perspective, it looks like a golden tree hundreds of meters high, with its crown evenly spread out, loosely and gently wrapping the entire planet.

Although in fact, those tree crowns are actually the roots of this golden tree.

And its crown, which is actually hanging upside down from the ground, plunges into Charles College.

Du Mu looked down, through the soil and buildings, and found that the end was indeed on the statue he had left behind.

Only Du Mu could see all this.

So all of this is... the power of faith accumulated in the mutant world?

Du Mu was a little surprised and couldn't help but gather more mental energy.

He really didn't expect that only a few days had passed, and so much faith could be gathered together?
At this time, the golden tree moved.

The tree roots that spread from all over the world slowly lifted up, causing the crown of the golden tree hanging upside down to gradually rise.

The crown at its end narrows like a funnel, and combined with the magnificent body, it looks like a huge spear.

Moreover, it slightly adjusted its direction and changed its target.

Its target, of course, is Du Mu who returns to this world again.

"It's so slow... Is it because the faith has become so huge?"

Du Mu looked at the golden tree that was slowly poking at him, and recalled the time in the martial arts world when Banner and Peter ran out to save people. It took a long time for the sporadic faith of those rescued people to be transmitted to the martial arts world.

This thing... actually has a speed limit?

No wonder those gods like to have believers build temples. Is it for the purpose of establishing terminal servers?
After realizing this, Du Mu suddenly felt that faith was quite materialistic... Since faith itself was particularly idealistic, adding a little bit of material attributes would make it even more difficult to understand.

Du Mu tried to stretch out his hand and lightly touch the tip of the golden tree which was hundreds of meters high.

In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded into Du Mu's mind.

It was somewhat similar to the life scenes of the people in Kowloon Bay back then... But because the number of believers in the Golden Tree was so great, even with Du Mu's spiritual power, he could only capture the prayer scenes of a few extremely devout people. Apart from that, everything else became a whole.

And that whole...

It was exactly the same look as when Du Mu was giving a speech after he used Black Emperor's body to block two nuclear bombs.

Du Mu could feel that the whole of these beliefs wanted to merge with himself. Even Du Mu himself, like a hungry person seeing delicious food, had a strong desire to absorb it.

But Du Mu was very calm and did not take any further action to accept it.

He first separated out one thirtieth of his mental power to absorb a small amount of faith.

In an instant, the spiritual power that Du Mu had divided up surged! Almost in the blink of an eye, the original one-thirtieth was about to catch up with Du Mu's total spiritual power.

Du Mu quickly stopped absorbing this part of mental power, and dived into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, carefully observing the mental power that he had separated.

It is said to be divided... In fact, it can be understood as a new window opened on the computer, still using the same CPU and graphics card, but the amount of computing power occupied is different.

Du Mu's behavior at this time was like using some kind of authority to connect an external graphics card, but only allowing the graphics card to run a program instead of taking over other data.

Of course, this is just a metaphor. Du Mu is not just a physical computer after all.

Under Du Mu's cautious gaze, the ball of mental power that had surged to almost the same level as Du Mu's also slowly turned around and looked at Du Mu.

In an instant, Du Mu understood everything.

This part of my mental power...has been completely changed by my faith.

It becomes aloof and amiable, arrogant and humble, majestic and kind, violent and merciful. These conflicting personalities are dynamically balanced between plus and minus.

In other words...it looks like it has no personality.

Although countless thoughts arise in the mind all the time, selfish thoughts will be offset by selfless thoughts, and destructive thoughts will be offset by protective thoughts.

With such a huge blessing of faith, this part of the spiritual self was "integrated" almost instantly.

Du Mu let out a long breath with some palpitations.

Fortunately, I was mentally prepared and did not crudely integrate these beliefs to strengthen myself.

Otherwise, he would never have to go to other worlds again, and he would probably just become a guardian god without a self in the mutant world.

But fortunately, Du Mu is the one who is believed in after all, and these powers of faith also fully express their submission to Du Mu. Du Mu has 100% absolute control over them.

In fact, they also obeyed the part of spiritual power that Du Mu had divided, but because of the integration of countless beliefs, that part of spiritual power had lost its identity...

Once Du Mu stopped them from integrating into himself, they would stay there obediently. Even if Du Mu came into direct contact with them, they would be held in his palms like other objects and could be used at any time.

After Du Mu pondered for a moment, his expression changed slightly.

Immediately, countless forces of faith began to vibrate violently, as if a pencil was inserted into an automatic pencil sharpener, and its length rapidly decreased.

However, within a few breaths, a golden giant who perfectly maintained the image of Du Mu in the center of the warship, vulgarly spread his golden wings behind him and slowly rose into the sky.

Du Mu, standing in Charles Manor, looked up at the sky, raised his eyebrows slightly, and waved his hand in the air.

Then, the golden giant who looked exactly like Du Mu disappeared from everyone's sight.

At this time, the mutants in Charles Manor were stunned and finally turned their gaze from the sky to look at the man who suddenly appeared.

"God...God Lord?"

"God Lord!"

"God Lord Du Mu!"

The entire Charles Manor was like a bowl of water poured into boiling oil, which suddenly exploded with a loud noise.

Du Mu looked around the courtyard and found many unfamiliar faces, some of whom had never appeared in the movie.

Some of these mutants came here specifically to seek refuge, while others were captured by Eric, reformed and admitted their mistakes with a good attitude, and were eventually accepted by Charles College.

Now Du Mu has completely gathered all his mental energy back to his body.

After the golden figure rose into the sky, Du Mu could finally get along with the people around him with peace of mind without having to monitor global crimes all the time.

The image that just rose into the sky was the one-thirtieth of spiritual power that Du Mu had separated directly from himself after consuming a large amount of faith power.

Strictly speaking, this isn't a clone...at most it's a program running in the background.

However, this program can also run separately from the device itself.

Du Mu finally gave it a name: The Appearance of the Divine Lord.

The God-King's Phase has three main tasks: First, to monitor the world on behalf of Du Mu's original body and prevent all crimes that are not in line with Du Mu's own values.

Du Mu had figured it out. Although he had not done much research in sociology, he knew that no matter what unified standard he used to regulate the entire planet, it might cause negative effects that were not yet known.

There is a classic joke about economics: What is liberalism? It is the idea that the government should intervene less. What is Keynesianism? It is the idea that the government should intervene more. What is neoliberalism? It is the idea that, looking back, the government should intervene less…

In the material world, there is no truth engraved on any stone that humans can be happy as long as they follow it. Everything is dynamic, a game, and can be corrected at any time.

Not to mention economics, this is also true, or even more so, of law.

So Du Mu let himself go and stopped considering letting humans directly follow some perfect social rules.

He turned around and started from himself, listened to the voice of the world, and dealt with all unpleasant situations based on his own values.

So Du Mu felt comfortable.

Anyway, there is no doubt that the invaders, human traffickers, and drug lords will die. As for the rest, the Godly King will sort them out one by one and find the way to deal with it that best suits Du Mu's own values.

That's right, it's not the 'most appropriate' way to deal with it, but the way that best fits Du Mu's own values. After all, no matter what... Du Mu himself is the user of power.

Can't you enjoy it anymore?

However, Du Mu did not notice that his behavior once again overlapped with the images of certain mythological gods.

No matter what kind of mythology it is, even the mythology of some monotheistic religions, if you really pick up their scriptures, you can also see a lot of personified preferences of the gods in them.

Compared with those gods in mythology, Du Mu couldn't be more perfect... because he wouldn't sleep with other people's wives like Zeus, nor would he ask believers to sacrifice their sons to test their faith like God.

Even Du Mu’s own attitude was: believe it if you want, get lost if you don’t.

And forcing others to believe in Du Mu is also not recognized in Du Mu's values.

Anyway, the result of the self-evolution of this mutant world is destruction. Du Mu's behavior in this world is more daring.

What if you shape the world to match your own values? It's better than messing up everything yourself.

Of course, Du Mu would not care about most of the trivial matters and stupid things that were his own fault.

The second function of the Divine Sovereign's appearance...

Du Mu raised his head, looked at the golden ball of light slowly falling from the sky, and reached out to catch it.

This is the purest power of faith after removing impurities, eliminating the fantasies of believers, and unrealistic expectations of Du Mu.

The golden ball of light slowly melted and disappeared in Du Mu's palm.

In an instant, Du Mu felt that his mental power increased by one tenth.

But it has no effect on one's own personality.

Du Mu couldn't help but smile.

It’s pretty good... Although a lot of faith will be lost in the process of refining the impurities, it’s worth it.

Well, it looks a bit like the fruit from a golden tree, so let’s call it the golden apple.

Du Mu contacted the God of the Moon and learned from him that the next golden apple would be produced soon, but the third golden apple would have to wait until tomorrow morning.

The efficiency is acceptable.

At this time, the sound of rollers rubbing against the lawn was heard.

Du Mu turned around and saw Hank pushing a wheelchair towards him.

The person sitting in the wheelchair was, of course, Charles.

Moreover, Charles even had a bald head... He shaved his hair so that he could better adapt to the brain wave amplifier and withstand more power.

Even if it's just 1% more, several more people can be saved from harm every day.

Du Mu looked at Charles who was weak and apologetic: "Thank you for your hard work, Charles. You must be exhausted during this period, right?"

Du Mu could naturally see at a glance that Charles' body was not seriously injured. He only had some minor bruises from the fall, but he was not unable to walk.

He was simply tired.

The overdraft and fatigue experienced by people with psychic abilities are not comparable to those experienced by ordinary people who stay up all night.

Charles' muscles did not atrophy, but even the release of the brain nerves that controlled his hands and feet became extremely slow and intermittent.

Even if they manage to walk, they will lose balance and fall when the connection is lost.

That's how he got the bruises on his body.

"I told Hank I was fine and not disabled, and it would be a stretch to ask me to use a wheelchair."

Charles seemed to be forcing a smile, but Du Mu could feel that his happiness was not fake, and he was even extremely excited and eager.

He looked at Du Mu, his eyes full of admiration: "You should have just returned a few minutes ago, right? I noticed it at that moment."

Charles propped himself up and sat upright in the wheelchair. Du Mu, in front of Hank, reached out his hand to support Charles and helped him sit down.

Charles, however, tightly grasped Du Mu's hand, his expression full of excitement: "Lord God, those voices, those evil deeds that happened during prayer, were all caused by you...?"

Du Mu smiled and nodded, patting the back of Charles' hand.

Just as I was about to speak, I heard the sound of a camera next to me.

Du Mu and Charles turned their heads and saw a mutant holding an old-fashioned camera, pointing it at them. He said at a loss, "I... I just think that it is a very memorable thing for Mr. Charles to be comforted by the Lord of God for his hard work during this period, so I..."

Du Mu nodded gently, asking him to relax.

Then he said to Charles: "You have done a lot during this period... I can see it all."

This is true, because the most devout believers on the "bark" of those golden trees are all those who have been noticed by Charles and given the protection of the God.

It is the existence of these people that can radiate to thousands and millions of people who have not suffered from violence, and make them believe in the existence of the God, have faith in the existence of the God, and desire the existence of the God, which can protect them from violence in the future.

The moments when their faith was strongest were naturally the moments when they received protection from Charles... Therefore, in most of the scenes, there was actually a faint voice of Charles.

There is no doubt that if the God Du Mu is a mythical god, then Charles' status is at least that of a Moses or Messiah.

At this time, a golden ball of light slowly descended from the sky.

The second golden apple bore fruit.

So Du Mu reached out his hand again and caught the golden apple.

As Du Mu wished, the golden apple suddenly emitted a faint light, condensed into substance, and actually turned into an apple that seemed to be made of gold.

The young mutants around finally realized that the God was right in front of them after Charles appeared. They were so scared that they quickly shut their mouths. They also noticed that a golden apple appeared in Du Mu's hand.

The apple was shining and colorful, like a product of myth, and had a fascinating appeal.

The moment they saw the golden apple, all the mutants felt a strong desire, as if they had been hungry for a month and suddenly saw a table full of delicious food, and their mouths were watering.

This feeling was even more obvious in Charles, who was mentally deficient.

He looked at the apple in Du Mu's hand with surprise, and almost instantly understood that if he could take it, it would definitely be of great benefit to him.

As if he could see into Charles' heart, the Lord God handed the golden apple to Charles and said with a smile, "Eat it... This is a golden apple grown on a golden tree. It is condensed by the purest power of faith and will do great good to your spirit."

Although Charles didn't quite understand what he heard, when he heard the word "faith", he immediately put away his desire for the golden apple, and reluctantly diverted his attention, saying: "Since it is faith, how can I... that is all faith in you, the Lord of God."

At this time, a thin golden thread also floated out of Charles' body.

Du Mu was slightly dazed.

As expected, Charles in front of him is his biggest believer in the world.

Du Mu shook his head slightly and said leniently: "It's okay, Charles... You know, I won't be in this world forever."

"When I go to other worlds, you will be my spokesperson in this world. Have you forgotten?"

"Eat it, and you will be able to serve me better."

Du Mu's words were so utilitarian that they made everyone present's hearts pound.

Many mutants were almost more excited than Charles, their faces flushed, jumping up and down, but they did not dare to disturb such a sacred scene.

This is the golden apple bestowed by the God on his representative on earth...

The mutant who just took the photo almost fainted from excitement.

The photos I just took are the most precious first-hand information!
This is almost like taking a photo of the miracle of Moses parting the sea. How could he not be excited?
He felt that he could almost go down in history with this photo!
Of course, if we could take pictures now, the results would definitely be better.

But he didn't dare.

And the same thing happened to Charles.

When Charles heard that Du Mu still wanted him to serve him, his spirits were instantly lifted even though he had not eaten the golden apple.

This also strengthened his belief.

So, Charles stretched out his hands tremblingly and respectfully took the golden apple from Du Mu...

The next moment, under Du Mu's control, the camera in the mutant's hand clicked and recorded the scene in front of him again.

The young mutant, who had been excitedly watching the scene in front of him where the god bestowed the golden apple, looked down at his camera in horror and his face turned pale instantly.

Damn it, brother, why did you move by yourself? You are trying to kill me!
(End of this chapter)