Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 75 - This is good news!
The sorrowful monk revealed two flaws, one large and one small.

The minor flaw was his mention of divine protection, but Siming had already learned from Rajesh that the Hindu gods had temporarily abandoned this land. The major flaw, however, was that he was too reasonable.

Under normal circumstances, Indians wouldn't be so reasonable. Unless they're cornered, how could Indians, or even the Brahmins of India, possibly persuade the reincarnators to leave in such a gentle and persuasive manner?

Si Ming thought so, and he also considered the possibility that stereotypes might be a generalization.

However, in reality, after the stereotypical image of Indians' fighting prowess was proven, he then proved the stereotypical image of Indians' temperament as well.

Great harvest.

and so--

“I told you, India is amazing, isn’t it?” Yu Zhiwei spread her hands, revealing an excited smile. With this gesture, the soldiers carrying the heavy loads screamed in terror, scrambling away or collapsing to the ground, their limbs giving way.

They witnessed everything.

And they don't need to worry about losing their lives.

The two reincarnators naturally bypassed them and entered the mansion. Their twilight-colored battle aura and invisible telekinetic power quickly searched every corner of the large residential area. Soon, Si Ming found what he needed under a loose floor tile.

That was the paving stone itself—its surface coated with just the right amount of mortar and cement by a skilled craftsman. An ancient and weathered stone slab was then revealed. And on it were engraved the ancient secrets of Tabad.

The secret of the goddess of prosperity.

Unlike the common Lakshmi, a gentle, four-armed goddess, this Prosperity Goddess, recorded on the stone tablet, has a body almost identical to that of the Great Black Buddha—the eight-walled goddess's face is blurred, but her abdomen is high and swollen. The scene of Hastur's sealing is clearly shown, and other deities are drawn around the stone tablet, along with a row of ancient Indian script that is difficult to decipher but certainly not unreadable.

Si Ming guessed that Yu Zhiwei could understand it—and in fact, she did. She just glanced at it and a smile appeared on her lips.

"[Then the gods were enraged and joined forces to shatter the greedy Hastur into countless pieces. Only the mother, pitying her child who had committed such a grave error, sealed Him within her womb, where He would forever be consumed by thirst, which could only be briefly satisfied by the greedy believers bearing the blood of Tabad.]...I knew it."

She smiled dismissively.

"Shattering Hastur was the decision of the gods, and His seal was actually the mercy of the goddess of prosperity—the Indians have long known that releasing Hastur is tantamount to offending all the gods at the same time. It's just that they believed it twenty years ago, but twenty years later the secret keepers have been consumed by greed and reason, even if it means courting death, they still hold onto a gamble."

"An Indian is an Indian. After all these years, he hasn't changed at all." — Whether in 07 or now.

She said, her fingers brushing across the surface of the clay tablet. The image of the goddess then emitted a faint glow, and a mysterious, restrained power seemed to emerge from within the tablet.

“This should be some kind of proof.” Si Ming took the clay tablet. He could clearly sense the subtle throbbing of the dark battle qi within his body. Divine particles danced and bounced, displaying characteristics completely different from Yu Zhiwei’s telekinetic power. And the moment he touched it, he knew he could accomplish feats that Yu Zhiwei could not. “And its effects will become apparent after activation.”

"What is its function?" she asked.

But Siming didn't answer; he simply turned his gaze away—he sensed a faint breeze originating from afar and rapidly approaching his location. Valentina's silhouette was faintly visible within it.

This world is ultimately just a five-player world, at most temporarily upgraded to a seven-player difficulty.

The purpose of this stone slab is to ensure that, during this operation, it remains a world with a difficulty level of only five to seven players.

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“That Rajesh has an accomplice, a temple priest,” Valentina brought back news that was neither good nor bad. “However, he overestimated his importance; the priest came to silence him.”

"You saved him?" Si Ming asked.

Valentina remained silent for a second or two.

“I got some intelligence from him about a secret base south of New Delhi. Then I made sure he left this world quickly and painlessly.” She was indeed kind-hearted, but she wasn’t a saint. “After all, that man attacked us, and if we hadn’t been on guard, someone might have gotten hurt.”

The Celestial Team doesn't have any members who specialize in only one area, but not everyone on the Celestial Team has developed all six aspects. In a situation where someone is caught off guard, even an ordinary person could, with the help of the environment and luck, severely injure or even kill a second-tier combatant. Therefore, once there is clear hostility, no mercy should be shown. "And, I also discovered something special."

She reached into her pocket and took out a Vishnu amulet. Unlike the two amulets that Rajesh and Chandi had discarded, this amulet still emanated a faint protective power.

Before it could be triggered, the holder was killed by Valentina.

Or rather, it didn't trigger even if Valentina killed the holder.

“Vishnu is a guardian deity, and his domain of power is what maintains the order of all things in the universe. Wearing his amulets can effectively prevent external evils from corrupting you. Of course, this also means that if you actively engage with external evils, the protective effect of Vishnu's sacred objects will be greatly weakened, or even rendered ineffective.”

Jacob's voice rang out, holding an old but not ancient book in his hands. He had split up and visited several major temples in New Delhi, where he had made his purchases with unexpected speed.

"I found their experimental records... This group of Indians set up a barrier above the ruins of Tabad. Then they used various methods to test the rules of Hastur, and before they decided to take the risk, they even established a production line that traded low-caste poor people for gold—"

—The process of the gold thieves escaping by climbing ropes is omitted; these conspicuous laborers only need to take the dough figurines down and stuff as much gold as possible into the elevator before they die. When Hastur's fragments begin to gnaw and curse them, the gold will be transported to the vault above, and a small incendiary bomb will be dropped to destroy all the cursed individuals.

“Greedy and cruel.” Valentina frowned. “Just for this little bit of gold…”

“Eating a hundred people and about two tons of flour every day can produce a ton of pure gold,” Jacob said quietly. “Few regimes can resist such temptation… very few. Perhaps the Indians started by simply making use of death row inmates and then recruiting volunteers from the poor, gradually getting to this point. But once human greed is aroused, it is very difficult to eliminate.”

“Fortunately, gold is of little use to us.” Simin nodded. “And now, I roughly understand how to end Tabad’s curse.”

"For example?" Yu Zhiwei asked, intrigued. "Would it be the kind of person I like?"

“Perhaps.” Siming’s gaze shifted to the south of the city. “The curse of Tabad stems from greed. The Indians wanted to take gold from Hastur, and even things beyond gold. They offered sacrifices and received rewards. However, the effort and the reward were disproportionate, so they wouldn’t stop.”

"Therefore, we must ensure that both sides of the scale are equal, so that the gains are exactly what was given."

"You might as well put it more clearly."

Si Ming smiled.

“We can’t possibly find all the gold we took from Tabadre and send it back. But we can find all the people who benefited from Tabadre’s cursed gold and put them back—after all, Hastur eats flour dumplings, not people. And when their corpses fill the goddess’s sealed womb and the last person who knows about Tabadre is wiped out, I think Tabadre’s curse will come to an end.”

“There’s no theory to prove your strategy works, Professor,” Jacob pondered, stroking his chin. “But it’s worth a try. The Hindu gods should be on our side this time, because those who meet that criterion are undoubtedly the blasphemers who caused this disaster.”

“I like this proposal.” Yu Zhiwei smiled happily, as if it were perfectly natural. “I just don’t know if we can find that many offerings.”

This is indeed a problem.

But soon, Siming heard Almalia's rapidly approaching footsteps and her slightly excited voice.

"Professor! I understand! The place we need to go is south of New Delhi. But there's an entire elite armored division of India stationed there, along with many 'masters' of unknown strength and high-ranking Indian officials hiding there—what should we do? Should we call for outside help now...?"

She stopped.

She noticed that everyone else was giving her meaningful looks.

Apart from Song Tian, ​​who was practically invisible, clutching a knife and standing to the side, and Luo Yinglong, who was probably still rummaging through the library, everyone else's eyes were filled with joy.

“Uh…” She scratched her face.

"Could it be... that I've brought good news?"

(End of this chapter)