Becoming a Shadow in the New World

Why does this feel so much like the magic net created by those witches I tricked?

"No, it's probably just a misperception; it's likely just a coincidence."

After looking it over, I didn't find any major problems. However, I felt that the core part looked a bit like the magic net created by the Netheril witch.

But upon closer reflection, it seems that this is just a coincidence. After all, they themselves said that the magic network was created by modifying a prototype of a magic system they found in the "library".

Although the core parts are somewhat similar, this should only be an overlap of advanced technologies in certain aspects. Moreover, it's possible that he's just misperceiving it. After all, he's completely forgotten the core parts of Netheril's magic network. He's only relying on his vague impression to think it's somewhat similar. Its credibility is like trying to identify a plagiarist by listening to a misheard tale. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to sue him for defamation.

"Okay, if there are no problems, you can start operating it now."

After inspecting the large orb and confirming that it might only cause a violent reaction if touched by demons, fallen angels, angels, or people related to the God of the Bible, and that as long as others don't deliberately cause trouble when touching it, it won't elicit a significant reaction from the orb, and even if it does react, he can easily suppress it, Sid then took action.

Sid confidently walked up to the large ball of light and touched it with his hand.

"Boom boom boom..."

A dazzling light erupted from the large sphere of light, and the entire seventh day—no, the entire celestial realm—trembled along with the light emitted by the system.

The anomalies triggered by the system did not stop in the heavens; various anomalies also occurred in the churches of the real world.

In Western Europe, after the world merged, it was incorporated into the biblical pantheon of World One. In the original church headquarters of World Two (Strike the Blood), in a majestic and sacred church, an old man dressed in a papal robe stands before a cross.

He had been praying with his head bowed, but suddenly stopped, looked up at the cross in front of him, his pupils widened instantly, but he quickly looked around and saw that not only the cross in front of him, but all the crosses in the church were radiating a holy light. Under the illumination of the holy light, the old man could feel his body rejuvenating.

The old man trembled all over, his pupils dilated, his lips moved tremblingly as he muttered to himself, but his voice was barely audible due to his respect.

"God, a miracle..."

Not only in World Two, but also in the churches on Lane Isle, the Vatican, and St. Peter's Basilica, all radiated holy light, especially in a place that held a similar status to Tifa in the Western world and the 3D world.

Chapter Seventy-Five: The World's Reaction

A middle-aged man, looking quite old, stood in front of a laboratory glass display bottle. His face, which should have been calm and composed due to the passage of time, was now unable to maintain its composure.

Despite being in an air-conditioned laboratory, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his voice trembled uncontrollably with fear.

"No, impossible. Those angels wouldn't even be able to defeat Xia Yin now. False angels only worship false gods, how could they be real gods?"

This must be a coincidence, yes, a coincidence. It must be because the power that the false god is currently using partially overlaps with the power of the true god, causing Xia Yin to also experience this phenomenon.

After calming his racing heart with self-comfort, Kenjiro Yase looked up at Natsumi Yase, who was immersed in a glass bottle and suddenly spread her seemingly pure white and sacred wings, radiating a holy light.

Gazing at the three tightly closed slits hidden in Natsumi Yase's wings, Kenji Yase continued to strengthen his faith.

"Yes, this is the real angel. Don't be fooled by false gods. Kenjiro Yase, only by sending Natsune to God's side can Natsune be safe; only by God's side can Natsune be happy; only God can protect Natsune in this world."

As for the words of encouragement that Yase Kensei said to her, Yase Natsune, who should have had her hearing greatly enhanced after being transformed into a model angel, could not hear them at this moment. Otherwise, given Yase Natsune's personality, even if she was tortured to the point of almost losing all her emotions, she would definitely have comforted her adoptive father.

Natsune Haze felt like she was dreaming. For the first time, light appeared in her heart, which had been completely dark during her sleep due to an experiment conducted by her adoptive father. The light expanded over time and filled the once pitch-black heart space in just a few seconds.

Looking towards the source of the light that had breached her inner defenses, Natsumi Yase could only see a figure completely enveloped in holy light.

Because of the holy light, Natsumi Yase couldn't see the figure's face clearly, but the figure gave her a very special and familiar feeling.

She had felt this way before with her adoptive father, Kenjiro Yase, but after he began the experiment of creating angels on her, she never felt it with him again.

After that, she only felt this way with one person, and she was very grateful to that person. For her, who had hardly experienced any emotional fluctuations since the start of the experiment, the time she spent with that person was the only time she felt like a human being.

Looking up at that figure, Natsumi Yase didn't know why, but her left hand involuntarily rose up, like Adam in "The Creation of Adam," reaching out to that figure.

"Dad, Dad..."

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On Mount Olympus, a robust, bearded, shirtless middle-aged man sat on a throne. As if sensing something, he stood up and looked up into the distance.

Are you really dead?

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In a corner of a Mitsukoshi-owned café on Itogami Island, a teenage boy sits, and opposite him sits a nun with a dazed expression and a faintly glowing cross on her chest.

The "library" that Sid placed in his backpack was emitting a faint light, illuminating the dark space, but no one could notice this scene. Even if someone opened the backpack now, they would only find that light was emanating from the backpack out of thin air.

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Because the divine system of the heavens was shaken, resulting in strange phenomena in the heavens and all over the world, Sid was unaware of it, but just by the dazzling light that was everywhere on the seventh day, he knew that he seemed to have done something extraordinary.

Compared to when I first saw it, at least a hundred times more golden beams flew in from the horizon and appeared next to the large sphere of light, merging into it.

Correspondingly, the white light emanating from the large sphere and flying towards all parts of the world increased by hundreds of times, and was more dazzling and more solid.

Moreover, the increase in the quantity of these two types of light was not a one-time event. In the next few seconds, the quantity of both increased rapidly again, breaking through thousands.

"Lord, please, please save my child. My child is only nine years old. She has a bright future ahead of her and should not die in a car accident."

"Lord, please bless me so that I can see my parents tomorrow. I want to spend time with them and make up for the time I've missed over the years."

“Lord, please let my husband change back. He has gambled away all the money in the house. The debt collectors came to our door today and said that if we don’t pay back the money, they will harm my daughter.”

"Lord, please let me win this round. I swear, I will never gamble again as long as I can win back the money I have lost."

"Lord, please help me..."

"Oh God……"

Perhaps because his consciousness was probing the system's interior through his hand touching the large sphere of light, Sid was able to hear countless believers' prayers to the God of the Bible.

These voices flooded Sid's mind, telling him about the desires, yearnings, humility, guilt, and despair in people's hearts.

If an ordinary person suddenly heard so many prayers, they would most likely be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information and become a fool.

Even if he could handle it, he couldn't keep listening to it, otherwise he might end up like Ultron in his previous life's movies, who, after browsing the internet, planned to destroy the world.

Or perhaps they are moved by a story and choose to help, only to be deceived and do more harm than good. As they learn more, their emotions are eventually worn away, and they become a truly fair and just god.

Well, Sid wouldn't. He's very self-aware. He's a very selfish person. Even if a million people died in some corner of the world because of someone's selfish desires, he would only sigh and regret missing the chance to achieve the Shadow Power level. After that, he would continue to work hard to become a Shadow Power.

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Sid felt no emotion at the prayers that surfaced in his mind, telling him about the world's suffering; in fact, he found them a bit noisy.

After getting used to it for a while, I forced myself to ignore the emotions in those voices and probed part of my mental energy into the large sphere of light.

A series of golden magical energy carrying special information lingered in this pure white space. Although he was very curious about this information, Sid had seen the commotion that the large ball of light had just caused.

The passageway that prevented spatial movement and the various magical traps were broken, but the angels living in the heavens should not know about it, otherwise those spells would have been replaced long ago.

It will take a little time to dispel the spells, but at most a few minutes, someone will arrive, and he must race against time.

He quickly scanned the information, skipping over anything irrelevant to him. Even if he could scan hundreds of golden orbs in a second, it was still a drop in the ocean compared to the endless expanse of golden magic orbs in this space.

"call!"

The angels of the heavens reacted even faster than Sid had imagined. The magical fluctuations emanated from the entrance to the seventh day, which meant that the angels were very close to the entrance. The remaining magic circle would be deactivated in a few dozen seconds at most, and if they found that the magic circle was broken, they could arrive immediately.

While rapidly scanning the golden orb of light, Sid also channeled more magic power into the projection. He was already prepared to fight the descending biblical god after instantly defeating the angel.

If he could, Sid didn't want to fight. After the blunder just now, he had no will to fight at all, not to mention that he was in the wrong in this matter. His rating as a forced transformation into a shadowy figure would definitely be very low.

Time ticked by, and the magical fluctuations at the entrance to the seventh day grew stronger, but Sid could not find anyone to tell him how the large orb of light located his golden cluster.

Just as Sid began to feel impatient, the pure white space seemed to sense his emotions. Countless golden orbs of light split apart in the middle, clearing a path, and a golden orb of light flew along this path to Sid.

Staring at the golden ball of light and feeling the increasingly intense magical fluctuations at the entrance, Sid reached his hand into it.

The entrance to the seventh day was opened again, and stepping into the seventh day was a handsome young man with a gentle demeanor and six pairs of golden wings spread behind him—Archangel Michael.

But at this moment, the archangel's demeanor was completely out of character; his face was filled with anxiety, his complexion was pale, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Sensing the anomaly in the "system," he hurriedly headed to the seventh day to investigate. However, he made a mistake in his haste and was injured by a spell left behind by the god. Despite this, he had no intention of stopping to heal and flew towards the "system" at full speed the moment he stepped into the seventh day.

In just a few seconds, Michael arrived at the center of the seventh day.

What came into his view was a large sphere of light that absorbed the prayers and faith of believers and continuously sent blessings to believers all over the world, bursting out with intense holy light.

"How... how is this possible? What happened? Why, why did the system suddenly burst out with such intense light?"

After the death of the biblical God, the system he left behind was controlled by Michael.

But Michael was ultimately an angel, not a god; he could only barely control the system and keep it running.

In this state, how much of its peak power can this barely functioning system actually deliver?

The answer is less than one in a thousand.

But now, in Michael's eyes, the system that was constantly radiating holy light was like the Bible God in the world, displaying the brilliance that it should have as the highest technological creation of the Bible God, endlessly absorbing the prayers and faith of believers all over the world, extracting magic power to modify and give back to believers.

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He opened his right eye, and a bright crimson flashed across his pupil, but disappeared instantly, making him wonder if he had seen it wrong.

Looking ahead at Asia, Sid noticed that Asia was still in a daze. Sid bent his head and blinked in confusion.

I only used a 0.01x Soul Grab to increase the sense of pressure, but you look like your soul was almost grabbed out. Is your soul defense that weak?

No matter what, a normal person should need 0.05 times the soul capture to be captured, but only 0.01 times...

Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? Otherwise, why is your soul defense so weak?

"Snapped!"

While inwardly complaining, in reality, Sid reached out and snapped his fingers in front of Asia, the magic of his voice forcefully pressing Asia's soul into her body.