Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 59: Dealing with people is so troublesome

Luo Yinglong opened his eyes wide.

What is this? He went all out, and his opponent used only one hand? His own Zhanlu sword couldn't even break through the defense!?

The air remained still for about half a second.

Song Tian calmly sheathed his sword and retreated, but Luo Yinglong suddenly let out a strange cry. The eight-colored energy surrounding his body surged and merged into one, and he withdrew his sword, retreating dozens of meters before stopping in a burst of power.

"You...you bastard, could it be that you've unlocked the third stage of the genetic lock!?"

Good eyesight, but made a wrong judgment.

Si Ming does indeed possess the combat power of the third tier, and his overall strength is even comparable to that of a strong person who has unlocked the gene lock at around the middle stage of the third tier and is further enhanced to the corresponding level. However, at least at this moment, he has not unlocked or even touched the gene lock of the third tier.

What genetic locks can be unlocked in a battle that doesn't even break a sweat?

Si Ming chuckled and shook his head slightly.

"I've only gone a little further than you all; I haven't reached that level yet."

Luo Yinglong suddenly leaned back.

"What a joke! I've seen martial arts grandmasters who unlocked the third stage of their genetic locks in horror worlds before! They couldn't even withstand my full-force sword strike with their bare hands, and you actually..."

He was stuck there.

Because Si Ming was just looking at him very gently.

"Don't you believe what I'm saying, Mr. Luo?"

A feeling of unease suddenly welled up in Luo Yinglong's heart. He was certain that the man in front of him who called himself Si Ming had no ill intentions or hostility whatsoever, but he just felt very uneasy and unsettled. His keen intuition was pounding wildly, almost materializing and about to burst out and slap itself shut.

"Uh... Ahaha... No, no, I must have misjudged it. Well, back then I hadn't fully mastered the Six Void Flow Technique, so my perception was bound to be a bit off..."

He spoke as he walked, naturally returning to his seat around the table—his gaze shifting slightly to the Slavic girl, still somewhat dazed from being thrown back to her seat by Siming. He subconsciously swallowed, then poured himself a full glass of wine.

"You could say we became friends after a fight, Professor Si, and this one..." He glanced at the black-haired swordsman who remained calm and collected, and who was now certain that he hadn't gone all out in the previous battle.

"Song Tian".

"...Mr. Song. I'm honored to meet you all, and everyone here. This glass is a toast to the Heavenly Gods Team!"

He drank it all in one gulp.

He was respecting 'Professor Si', not 'Captain Si Ming'.

But Si Ming was not dissatisfied; he simply raised his hand and lifted his cup. As he raised his cup, the other four also raised their teacups.

“The God of Heaven Team,” he said.

Then a burst of noise suddenly came in.

"A toast...a toast to Erguotou! *burp*"

Half-conscious, Almalia suddenly jolted awake. Although she was still a little dizzy from the fall, Slavs might miss anything, but the one thing they wouldn't miss was drinking heavily—she probably hadn't heard what the others were saying or doing. But that didn't stop her from buying a bucket of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the spot and chugging it down.

The atmosphere was pretty good.

There are just a few slightly discordant parts that need some correction.

A 'glug' sound came, but it wasn't wine going down his throat, but water flowing down—he helplessly put down the glass and turned his head away, and in his line of sight, there was still a large hole in Yu Zhiwei's chest.

The liquor flowed down her throat, through the large hole, and into her stomach. Not a single drop of bright red blood spurted from the gaping wound, but the sight was still undeniably eye-catching.

"Yu Zhiwei." His gaze followed the gazes of the others. Although the veterans had probably guessed long ago that this guy dared to use the Dot-Line Demon Eye like that, he must have some powerful healing bloodline. But even if he did, the way he displayed it was still a bit hard to believe.

"Is there something you need, Captain? Hmm... Should I lead the way with a self-introduction?" She even took a bite of a mango.

Great, these aren't 'glug glug' anymore, they're 'glug glug' now.

Valentina, who was sitting next to her, leaned to the side with a hint of disgust, almost as if she wanted to move her chair.

“Image.” Si Ming held up two fingers. “And dining etiquette. Most people wouldn’t make such a loud noise.”

"Oh!" She covered her mouth exaggeratedly. "I forgot!" The next moment, the large hole in her chest began to writhe violently as if it were alive. Strands of flesh suddenly burst out and then stuck together, first the tendons, then the nerves and bones. In just a few seconds, even the skin and the outer clothes were restored to their original state in the violent writhing!

"A self-healing nanocluster protective suit." She pinched her cuffs with a hint of pride, the casual outfit, which resembled a robe, trembling slightly. "The strength is average, it can only withstand a bullet. But the advantage is that even if it's blown to bits, it can self-repair in a very short time. It's perfect for me."

Si Ming's eye twitched.

Valentina muttered softly to herself.

"Sooner or later, I'll slip an electromagnetic bomb into your pocket..."

"If it's you, Vana, it's okay to go even further."

"Would a curry-flavored bomb be okay?"

"Ah, of course. But best friends should share joys and sorrows." A vein throbbed at Yu Zhiwei's temple, and then she revealed an exceptionally elegant and charming smile that was almost breathtakingly beautiful. "You can just eat half of whatever I eat, the kind of way that goes straight into your stomach."

"Tsk." Valentina turned her head away, no longer looking at her.

After witnessing the interaction between the two, the two newcomers relaxed considerably—Almalia, who had just chug down a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), suddenly burped, her stomach bulging out before quickly returning to normal as she switched to her radiant form. Her eyes were somewhat blurry, but her speech remained clear.

"Troll bloodline?" She looked at Yu Zhiwei's fully recovered chest. "...At least a B-rank?"

"You guessed wrong, it's actually C... Ah, sorry, I meant bloodline. The bloodline in my body is actually a little special compared to the regular exchange."

"A composite bloodline?" Si Ming also became interested. After all, Yu Zhiwei was willing to take the lead in breaking the ice, so he was naturally happy to cooperate.

“Hmm, mixed bloodline.” Yu Zhiwei picked up another peach from the fruit plate, but this time, she did not put the piece of fruit into her mouth.

Her tongue suddenly sprang out.

That delicate, lilac-like tongue, which should have been soft and refined, was now elongated and moved with the agility of a frog. The peach, picked up by the skewer, was snatched away in one bite, and even a small part of the skewer was crushed into powder by the tip of her tongue.

"I think I mentioned before that the first world I experienced was The Thing. Do you remember what The Thing was about?"

Those in the know are aware of this, but the first to start was Luo Yinglong, who was deliberately given time to react.

“I’ve seen the movie,” he said. “A Norwegian expedition’s plane crashes at an American Antarctic research base, where a monster that can freely change and merge bodies hides. In the end, the monster kills almost everyone through its physical transformations. But the protagonist survives and uses fire to eliminate the monster.”

“Yes, that’s it.” Yu Zhiwei nodded. “It’s a classic, so much so that many of the plot points are quite common in later generations, resembling small-area, semi-enclosed horror films. My main mission back then was simply to survive for twelve hours, which wasn’t difficult as long as I could find a way to stay warm. However, it’s a pity that my initial team was the Indian team, and those Indians…”

She shrugged, giving off a "I can't help it" look.

"I'm fairly cute, so even though I was the first one to wake up, these Indians still wanted to get physical with me... So I killed two of them head-on and crushed one who tried to flank me. The rest were a bit more obedient, but they still mistook me for some kind of evil Dalit who knows black magic... Ah, you should know about Dalit, right? In the eyes of Indians, only Dalits can use black magic to curse."

Si Ming nodded slightly; he had indeed heard about this.

In India's caste society, Dalits are universally despised. Whenever something goes wrong, people immediately accuse a nearby Dalit of casting a spell, then attack and extort them. While harboring resentment, the Dalits passively accept their fate, and many even believe they possess black magic, hypnotizing themselves into casting spells against the powerful figures who lord it over them.

Jacob nodded in agreement.

“I’ve dealt with Indians before, and the more polite you are to them, the more they feel inferior to you. And once this idea takes hold in their minds, it’s hard to change their minds even if you beat them up.”

“I see.” Yu Zhiwei sighed. “I was young back then, and I thought that after establishing my authority, I could at least suppress these people for a short time until the mission was over. But I didn’t expect that as soon as I went to check the surrounding area, these people had already prepared the exorcism ritual they had imagined… You’ve definitely never been pelted with freshly excreted feces by seven or eight people. And at that time, because I had a negative score of three thousand, I couldn’t just kill them directly.”

Her pretty face contorted for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

Now, the reincarnators have come to understand her beautiful, half-hearted mental state.

“…I will cut off every single one of their hands and feet, no matter what their reasons are.” Almaria’s lips twitched, and a hint of pity even appeared in her eyes as she looked at Yu Zhiwei. “And I will stuff everything they excrete into their mouths, so they can eat their fill.”

“That’s what I did too.” Yu Zhiwei nodded. “Then I realized that their screams and the blood from their wounds were far too obvious bait… I had to face the monster that they had attracted alone. And in the end, the monster pounced on me, and I just happened to detonate an oil drum.”

She glossed over the details of the battle, but everyone could imagine the nail-biting, life-or-death struggle it entailed. Because the main mission of the reincarnators was survival, not erasure, and at that time, time might not have been sufficient.

Yu Zhiwei nodded in agreement.

"Yes, you guessed right. There wasn't enough time. So I burned it, and it ate me. Luckily, I'm relatively good at enduring pain. So in the end, when I returned to the Main God Space, barely half of my body was still intact. But the monstrous nature was completely integrated into my genetic structure... Rather than spending thousands of reward points to repair my genes, it's better to directly exchange for troll blood. So..."

She stretched.

"That's it!"

(End of this chapter)