High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 402 Human Race Participating in the War of the Chosen Gods, Overall Human Food Production!

The preaching on Canaan lit a beacon illuminating the path forward for humanity.

But after that ten-thousand-year sermon, Qin Feng did not choose to immediately go into seclusion to await the God War, nor did he choose to enjoy the honor of an elder in Terra.

He chose a longer and lonelier path.

He wants to "see".

Look at this vast territory of the human race, look at the starry sky guarded by countless warbands, look at those tiny specks of dust that he had never truly touched from his high position, the ones that constitute the word "human race".

If you have never witnessed the struggles of every mortal, how can you claim to bear their fate?
Thus, Qin Feng transformed into an ascetic traveler. He suppressed the divine light of the Venerable One, sealed his world-destroying cultivation, and retained only the basic ability to traverse the starry sky, beginning his million-year journey of exploration.

The first 100,000 years.

Qin Feng was walking in the 36th star sector under the jurisdiction of the "Extreme Warriors Corps".

This is the most prosperous and orderly territory of humanity. He saw an administrative planet called "Olympus." The laws here are extremely strict, and every citizen is assigned a social role from birth through genetic testing.

He served as a librarian there for a hundred years.

He looked at the boy named Eric, who, because of his D-level genetic rating, was assigned to clean the sewers. The boy was dissatisfied and secretly practiced the most basic Body Tempering Technique every night in the stinking pipes.

Fifty years later, a horde of beasts attacked the sewers.

Eric, a Class D citizen, fought a bloody battle for three days and three nights, alone with a rusty iron bar, blocking the pipe opening to protect a group of homeless orphans behind him, until he bled to death.

Qin Feng watched from the side.

He didn't take action.

Because he saw the smile on Eric's lips before he died—a smile of satisfaction that came from protecting his kind as a human.

After Eric's death, Qin Feng silently collected his remains and buried them on a sunny hillside. Then, that very night, he amended Olympus's genetic screening law, granting subsequent D-level citizens a pathway to advancement.

This was his respect as a venerable being for that mortal hero.

The second 100,000 years.

Qin Feng arrived at the territory of the "Holy Blood Angels Battle Group".

The art style here is completely different. This planet is filled with an atmosphere where art and madness coexist.

He stayed on a red desert planet called "Baal." The people there had to fight against giant radioactive scorpions and mutated beasts to survive.

He transformed himself into a traveling doctor.

He treated a girl suffering from radiation sickness. The girl's skin was ulcerated and she was in excruciating pain, but when she was conscious, she persisted in painting on the rock face. She painted legendary angels, representing hope.

"Uncle, will you die?" the girl asked him.

"No," Qin Feng replied.

"Then could you live a little longer for me? See for me if there really is a sea beyond this desert?"

The girl died on that cold night.

Qin Feng remained silent for a long time.

The next day, he walked out of the camp and gently waved his sleeve at the boundless red desert.

Rewrite the rules.

Torrential rains have been falling for three months.

Depressions converge to form lakes, and deserts sprout into oases.

He did not resurrect the girl, but he gave this planet the sea of ​​her dreams.

The wheels of time keep turning ever forward.

Five hundred thousand years have passed.

Qin Feng's footprints covered every corner of the human race's territory. He was no longer the high and mighty god; he was now imbued with the rich atmosphere of the mortal world.

In the mechanical world of the "Steel Hands" chapter, he saw a mad scientist who implanted his brain into a computer in pursuit of truth.
In the shadowy world of the "Dark Raven Guards," he saw assassins who silently protected the weak in the darkness, never seeing the light of day in their entire lives;

In the frontier world of "Kadia Fortress," he saw newly-adult recruits who, before they could even write to their mothers, were torn apart by the claws of the Zerg.

He's watching.

He was taking notes.

He is realizing.

Qin Feng stayed on a primitive planet located on the edge of a star belt for a full 30,000 years.

He watched a group of primitive people wearing animal skins learn how to use fire.

He watched them build tribes, kill each other for water, and form alliances to defend against wild beasts.

He watched them forge the first bronze sword and establish the first dynasty.

He watched as the dynasty decayed, tyrants ruled, and the people suffered.

This time, Qin Feng was an observer.

He sat on a cloud, watching the flames of war raging below.

"Heaven have mercy! Save my child!"

A mother kneels amidst the burning ruins, crying out to the sky.

Qin Feng's fingers twitched.

As a venerable being, he only needed to breathe to destroy that tyrannical dynasty and allow this mother to live a happy life.

But he held back.

Because he saw a resolute-looking young man emerge from the ruins behind the mother. The young man helped the mother up, picked up the broken sword from the ground, and his eyes burned with a flame called "resistance."

Ten years later, that young man overthrew the tyranny and established a new country ruled by law.

Civilization evolved through blood and fire.

Qin Feng understood.

Why do emperors love humanity, yet refrain from interfering in human suffering?

Because suffering is the whetstone of civilization.

Because the greatest strength of mankind is not the blessing of the gods, but the resilience that is deeply hidden in our bones and never gives in.

But this does not mean that the gods are useless.

When the civilization on that planet has developed to the nuclear age, a catastrophic nuclear war is about to break out due to the misjudgment of the two superpowers.

Qin Feng made his move.

He did not appear in person, but merely gently touched the thread of cause and effect.

The control systems of the nuclear missile silos, which were about to be launched, suddenly malfunctioned for a second. It was this one-second malfunction that calmed the leaders of both sides down and brought them to the negotiating table.

Civilization was able to continue.

"Gods are not babysitters."

Qin Feng stood in space, looking at the blue planet, his eyes sparkling with the wisdom accumulated over millions of years.

"The gods are the last line of defense."

"It is the support that helps us overcome despair when we cannot do so on our own."

The million-year term has expired.

Qin Feng stood at the very edge of the human territory and looked back.

This vast galaxy was no longer a cold star map in his eyes, but a series of vivid faces and moving stories.

In these millions of years, his cultivation level has not increased by the slightest.

Because of his long-term self-sealing, his aura became even more restrained, making him look like an ordinary mortal.

But his state of mind has undergone a qualitative transformation.

He once fought to become stronger, to seek revenge, and to compete with his peers.

Later, he fought for dignity, and for not to be enslaved by evil gods.

And now.

He knew very well why he was fighting.

It was for that D-class boy who died in the sewers;
It was for that girl who wanted to see the sea;

It was for the young man who picked up the broken sword from the ruins;

It was for every human being he had seen struggling to survive over the past million years.

"call……"

Qin Feng let out a long breath.

It's time to go back.

He took a step forward.

Shifting stars.

The next instant, that familiar, grand, and sacred aura rushed towards me.

Holy Terra.

royal palace.

This time, there was no clamor from the council, and no onlookers from the saints.

Only him.

He walked alone through the long, golden corridor that stretched for thousands of miles. On both sides of the corridor hung portraits of all the heroes of humanity since its inception. Qin Feng walked slowly, pausing for a moment before each portrait, as if engaging in a dialogue across time with these martyrs.

Finally, he arrived at the door leading to the "Golden Throne".

Two guards clad in Imperial Guard power armor bowed their heads silently upon seeing Qin Feng, slamming their halberds heavily on the ground as a sign of utmost respect.

The door slowly opened.

Golden light flowed out as if it were a tangible substance.

At the very end of that radiant light, on that enormous golden throne, adorned with intricate mechanical pipes and psionic runes, sat that figure.

Compared to the phantom seen in the council hall ten thousand years ago, the emperor's true form now appears even more withered and decayed.

His body was almost completely dried up, leaving only skin and bones. The armor on his chest was shattered, revealing his heart, which was pulsating with golden flames.

But he remained dignified.

It was a supreme majesty that transcended the mortal body and was purely constructed from spirit and will.

Qin Feng stepped forward, stopped at the steps beneath the throne, and bowed deeply.

"His Majesty."

"I am back."

"What do you see?"

The emperor's voice resonated directly within Qin Feng's soul. It was aged, weary, yet imbued with boundless compassion. "I saw life, I saw death."

Qin Feng raised his head and stared directly at the skeleton on the throne. "I saw humility, and I also saw greatness. I saw ugly desires, and I also saw dazzling humanity."

"I saw... something worth protecting with my life."

The golden throne trembled slightly, as if the emperor were letting out a sigh of relief.

"very good."

"After a million years of tempering your heart in the mortal world, you have finally filled the last gap in your body."

"You are no longer a knife that only knows how to kill, but a shield that protects."

"Only those who know how to protect can be invincible."

The words fell.

The space inside the entire palace hall began to distort violently.

Golden light began to gather, eventually condensing into a towering gate of light hundreds of feet tall in front of Qin Feng.

This portal was unlike any other teleportation portal Qin Feng had ever seen. It had no spatial coordinates, no energy fluctuations, and it exuded an aura called "rules".

Through the hazy vortex of the portal, Qin Feng vaguely saw a shattered continent, a temple floating in the air, a river flowing with lava, and... countless ferocious and terrifying alien figures.

That place is the battlefield chosen by God.

"Qin Feng."

The emperor's voice became more serious than ever before.

"Behind this door lies an independent dimension constructed from seventy-two cosmic wonders."

“There, your Venerable cultivation will be reshaped by the rules. You will no longer be able to arbitrarily modify reality; you will be bound by the ‘rules of the game.’”

"Because this is a game of strategy."

"It's a gamble between us and the Four Chaos Gods, and with all the gods of the universe."

Qin Feng's gaze sharpened. "What's the stake?"

"Clan fate".

The emperor uttered two words.

Immediately afterwards, countless streams of information poured into Qin Feng's mind.

"The Chosen Battlefield is driven by 'missions'."

"The battlefield will randomly issue missions for each race and faction. These may include capturing a territory, killing an object, or solving a puzzle."

"If the mission is completed, the battlefield rules will directly reward the race's mother universe."

"If the mission fails or the agent dies, the rules will directly deplete the race's Qi as punishment."

Qin Feng took a deep breath. Even though he was mentally prepared, his heart still skipped a beat when he heard the specific list of rewards and punishments.

The emperor's voice coldly listed:

Example of an award: [Celebrating Life]

"If you complete the S-level survival mission, the basic lifespan limit for all humans within the entire human territory will increase by 10 years. The infant mortality rate for all newborns will decrease by 30%."

"Reward Example 2: [Spiritual Energy Revival]".

"If you occupy the 'Spirit Source Temple', the spiritual energy concentration of all administrative stars within the human territory will increase by 20%, and the proportion of the population with awakened martial arts talent will increase by 5%."

This is simply a miracle!

Increase the lifespan of the entire race by 10 years? What a terrifying concept! For trillions of people, this is equivalent to giving humanity endless time and hope out of thin air!
But what followed was punishment.

"Example of punishment: [Genetic curse]."

"If you lose to an agent of the Nurgle (the Plague God) faction in the contest, the entire human race will suffer a genetic plague. The average physical condition of all humans will decrease by 10%, and the incidence of disease will increase by 50%."

"Punishment Example Two: [Wisdom Obscured]".

"If you fail to unlock the 'Truth Lock,' the entire human race will experience a 20% reduction in scientific research speed and a 10% increase in the difficulty of achieving enlightenment over the next 10,000 years."

"Punishment Example 3: [Collapse of Fortune]".

"If you die in battle... the human realm will face massive star extinction, rampant space storms, and a projected population reduction of... one-third."

Dead silence.

The hall fell into deathly silence.

Qin Feng clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

one third.

That's not a number.

That was the D-class boy he had seen on Olympus, the girl who drew pictures he had seen in Baal, and the youth who rebelled against tyranny he had seen on the primitive planet.

That is the shattering of millions of families.

This is a war we cannot afford to lose.

This was a high-stakes gamble that placed the fate of the entire clan on the shoulders of one person.

"Afraid?"

The Emperor asked.

Qin Feng loosened his fist.

He raised his head, and in his eyes, which were like the void of the underworld, burned an unprecedented black flame. There was no fear in that flame, only a near-mad determination.

"afraid."

Qin Feng readily admitted it.

"I'm afraid the gun in my hand isn't fast enough, and the knife isn't sharp enough."

"so……"

Qin Feng took a step forward, facing the gate of light directly.

"I will win."

"I will not allow anyone, any god, any rule to harm my human race in the slightest."

"Since this is a game, I'll take all the rewards back."

“Leave all the punishment to them!”

boom!
Qin Feng's aura erupted, no longer suppressed. His Dao heart, tempered by millions of years of worldly trials, was now perfectly complete.

Without any hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed straight toward the gate of light.

"gone."

A brief farewell.

The moment his figure disappeared into the portal of light, Qin Feng glanced back at the emperor on the golden throne.

"Your Majesty, wait for me to bring back good news."

The portal swallowed his figure.

Inside the palace hall, deathly silence returned once more.

After a long time.

The skeleton on the golden throne let out a low murmur.

"Go ahead, kid."

"The future of humanity... is in your hands."

A sudden, intense dizziness.

This is different from ordinary spatial teleportation; it is a stripping and recombination of dimensions.

When Qin Feng stepped back onto solid ground, the omnipotent sense of control he once felt as a venerable being vanished.

Instead, there was a heavy sense of oppression.

"Is this... the constraint of rules?"

Qin Feng flexed his wrists. He discovered that the energy within his body was compressed to its limit. Although his realm was still that of a Venerable, in this world, he could not tear through space at will as he could in the outside world. Even the range of his divine sense was compressed to a radius of a hundred miles.

This is the battlefield of the chosen ones.

A world forcibly pieced together from seventy-two cosmic oddities.

The sky was an eerie purple, with three suns of different colors hanging in the air. A pheromone permeated the air, capable of stimulating the aggressive instincts of living beings.

"Ding--"

Just then, a cold, mechanical voice rang out in Qin Feng's mind.

This is not the system's voice; it is the voice of the rules of the Chosen Battlefield.

[A new agent has been detected.]

[Race: Human.]

Name: Qin Feng.

[Realm: Cosmic Venerable (Revised)]

[Faction confirmed: Order/Chaos (Under judgment... Judgment failed... Forced classification as: Human).]

Welcome to the Chosen Battlefield, the Clan Destiny Tournament.

[Current Area: Burial Grounds (Newbie safe zone is no longer available).]

[Main Quest Released: Establish a Foothold.]

[Mission Description: Within 24 hours, establish a basic human outpost and defend against the first wave of "Wasteland Hounds" attacks.]

[Rewards for successful mission: Increase food production across all human territories by 5%, and randomly obtain one basic stronghold building blueprint.]

[Mission Failure Penalty: The entire human territory will suffer a minor drought for one year, and all agent attributes will be reduced by 5%.]

Qin Feng squinted, listening to the series of prompts.

"Grain production +5%..."

In the past, he might have scoffed at this. But after millions of years of travel, he knew all too well what that 5% meant. It meant that hundreds of billions of impoverished people struggling on the brink of starvation could have enough to eat, and that countless children on remote planets would not starve to death.

"very good."

Qin Feng took a deep breath, and the terrifying aura belonging to the "Saint Realm Butcher" revealed its power for the first time in this unfamiliar world.

"I accept the first gift."

He looked out at the distant wasteland, where dust swirled and the faint roars of wild beasts could be heard.

(End of this chapter)