Infinite Chimera Creation

With immense computing power, after selecting one of the information summoned by fragments of Hell Orbs as its target, a cold and vast will surged forth.

In the world below, a small monster with a fox tail and ears, clearly not yet fully transformed, stood on a large rock, clutching a jet-black fragment and loudly showing it off to its companions.

"Do you know what this is? This is a fragment of the Hell Orb. My dad said that as long as you have this, you can summon a very powerful creature!"

Immediately, a group of little monsters, some even dragging fox tails or simply in fox form, surrounded him, chattering amongst themselves.

"Really? Really? This is a fragment of the Hell Orb? A-Jiu actually managed to get such a powerful item, that's amazing."

"Summoning something? What if it summons a beautiful older sister?"

"Quickly summon it and see what you can summon."

"That's right, that's right, hurry up and summon it."

"Summon, summon, summon."

A group of lively and curious little ones cheered and began to ask the little boy to perform the Hell Summoning.

Urged by his friend, the little boy, who had already planned to do so, poured his demonic power into the fragment of the precious orb without much consideration.

"Huh? Why isn't there any response? Shouldn't a summon appear? Could it be that the summoning failed?"

With a reluctant cry, the little fox poured more of its demonic power into the fragment. Originally young and lacking much demonic power, it quickly channeled all of it into the fragment.

Beneath the large rock, a group of initially enthusiastic little foxes all showed expressions of disappointment. One little girl, whose transformation appeared more complete than her companions, retaining only her fox ears as a distinguishing feature, even stood up, turned, and left.

"How boring. I thought it really was a fragment of the Hell Orb, but it turns out it was a lie. You're so lame, A-Jiu."

The little girl seemed to be quite popular among the group of little guys. When she left, all the little monsters present quickly followed her, and before leaving, each of them gave Ajiu a funny face.

"No way, Dad would never lie to me. This must be a real fragment of the Hell Orb. You have to believe me!"

Seeing his friends leave, Ajiu became anxious and shouted, trying to persuade them to stay. Although some of the little foxes seemed moved by his words, they didn't dare turn back because the little girl walking in front hadn't stopped, and continued walking away.

A-Ku was just a young little demon, and seeing this scene, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

But just as tears were welling up in his eyes, suddenly, a grand, majestic, cold, and emotionless voice resounded in his mind.

Are you resentful? Do you feel wronged?

Hearing this majestic, godlike voice, the little fox's pent-up resentment instantly erupted.

Why? Why?! Why won't any of you believe me?!

"Do you harbor resentment? Do you want revenge?"

For some reason, A-Jiu, who had initially only felt a little wronged, actually began to feel resentment when that voice uttered the word "resentment." An uncontrollable urge for revenge welled up from the depths of her heart.

I want revenge. I want them to regret it, regret it!!

Without anyone noticing, the little monster's eyes had turned bloodshot, and its fangs had unconsciously grown longer and sharper.

"Then let's go get our revenge!!"

In an instant, a massive flow of information rushed into the little monster's mind. Forbidden knowledge ignored his will and forcibly etched itself into his memory, causing him to let out a painful roar.

Chapter Forty-Two: Crimson

Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple. In the temple lived an old monk, who said to a young monk…

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"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple. In the temple lived an old monk, and the old monk said to the young monk,"

"Wait, teacher, why does this scene you described seem a little familiar?"

The young monk raised his hand to interrupt the old monk, his expression strange.

The old monk wasn't angry. He opened his lightly closed eyes, glanced calmly at the young monk, and spoke gently.

"Of course it looks familiar. I'm referring to the time when I was a young monk and listened to my teacher's teachings here."

The little monk looked up at the ceiling speechlessly. Hmm, brand new beams, still faintly smelling of wood. He looked at the walls, hmm, a fresh layer of whitewash, still pristine, not yet yellowed with time. Finally, he looked at his teacher and let out a frustrated cry.

"Teacher, you're spouting nonsense with a straight face again. This temple was clearly built by you just three years ago. What nonsense about 'back then'! What nonsense about 'teaching'!"

The old monk's white eyebrows twitched twice, and he casually grabbed the small hammer he used for striking the wooden fish drum, then struck the young monk hard on the head.

"How can a monk use foul language? Have you forgotten what I taught you before?"

Then, the old monk sighed deeply, a helpless and bitter expression appearing on his aged face.

“We are monks with magical powers, unlike ordinary monks who lack abilities. We are here to fight demons. If we don’t pay attention to manners and cultivate good relationships, who will risk being harmed by demons to save us when we are injured?”

The young monk, still clutching the spot where he had been struck, stared intently at the old monk, his displeasure undisguised.

"Teacher, do you think you can change the subject by talking about something serious? What you just said didn't deny that you were talking nonsense at all; you admitted it!"

The old monk's eyebrows twitched even more violently. He gripped the wooden fish hammer and tapped the young monk again before speaking once more, his voice still stern.

"When I was young, the world was relatively peaceful. Humans and demons had an unspoken understanding; neither powerful demons nor top human experts would easily harm the lower ranks of the other. But things are different in your time,"

Seeing that the young monk was about to say something, the old monk quickly gave him another light tap with the hammer before calmly continuing to speak.

"Four years ago, the gates of Hell opened, a new Hell appeared, and the Hell Orb scattered across the human world. The powerful beings of the human and demon races broke their tacit agreement and fought each other to compete for the right to enter Hell."

Three years later, the head of the Zhuyuan family, in his folly, gathered many powerful humans in an attempt to kill the Great Serpent King Yuan Yuan, who came from hell. However, the Great Serpent King unexpectedly self-destructed his avatar, scattering his blood across the world. As a result, all life forms that came into contact with the Great Serpent's blood, whether human or demon, experienced a significant increase in strength. In just a few years, the top combat power of both races multiplied several times, making the world even more chaotic.

Two years ago, an inconspicuous little fellow of the fox demon clan had some incredible luck and his strength increased dramatically. Although his demon power and physical body were only at the level of an ordinary great demon, his grasp of the battlefield was extremely precise. It was as if every move in the battle had been meticulously calculated. In actual combat, he even surpassed most of the veteran great demons and became one of the strongest in the world. He is now known as the Fox King Hisan.

A year ago, news spread that the Great Serpent King Yuan Yuan had left his bloodline in this world, and that devouring them might grant access to the Great Serpent King's terrifyingly powerful bloodline. This sparked another bloody conflict as people searched for the Great Serpent King's descendants. Eventually, nothing came of it, and the matter was dropped.

The young monk, who had initially intended to continue pestering his teacher, gradually became engrossed in the conversation. Instead of showing fear of the chaotic world, his eyes gleamed with longing. Seeing the young monk's reaction, the old monk's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness, as if he had anticipated it.

"In short, the world is becoming more and more chaotic. If you want to gain a foothold in this world, you must work hard to learn everything that can make you stronger. This strength includes your power, wisdom, and connections."

A determined glint flashed in the young monk's eyes, and he nodded vigorously.

"I will! I will definitely become very, very strong, and then I will see with my own eyes those strong people you mentioned, teacher!"

After a pause, the young monk seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked,

"By the way, teacher, there have always been major events every year. What major events have happened this year?"

The old monk sighed and turned his gaze toward the gate of the small temple.

"Of course, there will be big events this year, and they are about to happen. The appearance of the son of the Great Serpent King is a momentous event."

Hearing the old monk's words, the young monk seemed to realize something, his expression turned serious, and he also turned to look at the gate.

Suddenly, a sound of something breaking rang out behind them. A large hole appeared in the wall of the small temple, billowing smoke. A petite woman, who looked no more than ten years old, slowly emerged from the smoke and dust into the temple.

"I originally planned to come in through the main entrance, but when I saw that you, old man, were shamelessly trying to use me to create an air of mystery, I decisively tore down the wall and came in. How about that, old man, do you feel particularly embarrassed?"

Hearing the clearly provocative voice, the young monk snapped out of his shock at the wall being smashed earlier. He didn't even bother to ask who the person was, and immediately cast a disdainful glance at his teacher.

Anyway, judging from what that person said, he knew the old monk.

The old monk's lips twitched as he stared at the little girl with a defiant look on her face, who seemed ready to pounce and stab him at any moment. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a single sentence.

"Zhen Hong, don't you have any sense of respect for the elderly and care for the young?"

"Huh!? Respect the elderly and care for the young!? Are you kidding me? When did we yokai start adhering to those useless human rules? To yokai, isn't an old guy just a synonym for someone who can be easily killed and their benefits seized!?"

The little girl's eyes were slanted upwards, and the corners of her mouth were pulled up high, revealing an exaggerated expression of disdain. Her two slightly long, sharp canine teeth gleamed even indoors.

【We... are monsters?】

The quick-thinking young monk turned his head with difficulty to look at his teacher, who had rescued him from the battlefield and spent three years with him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Noticing the young monk's complicated expression, the old monk said nothing to him, but simply looked at the little girl named Zhenhong with a serious expression.

"Since you've come to find me, it proves that you've already reached the level of a great demon. As expected of Yuan Yuan's bloodline, your talent is so good that it makes people jealous."

Shinku waved her hand forcefully, creating a strange black current in the air.

"Of course, I'm a great demon now! As agreed, tell me everything about Father. If you dare to go back on your word, I won't hesitate to kill you and then go gather the information myself!"

The old monk's body contorted, and countless white threads shot out from every corner of his body, enveloping him. Soon, the white threads unfurled again, revealing no longer the white-browed old monk, but a young man with a light, mocking smile. Judging by his appearance, he was none other than the veteran demon, Miao Xingzhe.

"Don't rush, I will tell you everything I know, but before that, we need to go to a place. There, there is someone who knows more than I do, and he will tell you a lot too."

Chapter Forty-Three: The Little Monk

"That troublesome old man,"

Frowning, Shinku grumbled in dissatisfaction and casually tossed a jet-black wind blade at the little monk.

"In that case, let's get going. I don't have that much time to waste. Huh!? Old man, what are you doing?"

Crimson frowned even more, her blood-red eyes glaring at the Waterwalker who had shielded the little monk from the wind blades, a fierce and angry light flashing in her eyes.

"If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I don't mind crippling you and then extracting everything I want to know from you bit by bit."

Behind Miao Xingzhe, the young monk finally snapped out of his fear of brushing past death. Instantly, cold sweat soaked his slightly oversized monk's robe, and the sticky feeling of the clothes against his skin made him feel nauseous.

With trembling hands supporting his equally trembling knees, he breathed heavily. The sudden turn of events left him completely bewildered. Wasn't this girl an acquaintance of the teacher? Why would she kill him? Why would she threaten the teacher? A multitude of questions swirled in his mind, but his blank slate prevented him from even the simplest analysis.

Miao Xing's stunningly beautiful face, which was indistinguishable between male and female, revealed a bitter smile. If it were a monster who was only four years old threatening him, he would definitely let that guy experience firsthand what it meant to be the majesty of a veteran monster.

But now, the one threatening him is none other than Zhen Hong, who displayed astonishing talent even before she was born. When she broke through the wall, Miao Xingzhe had already sensed that this girl had not only entered the realm of a Great Demon, but had also become a high-ranking Great Demon, whose strength was no weaker than his. If they really fought, he could protect himself, but the little monk would probably be doomed.

After raising his hands and taking two steps back to indicate his unwillingness to fight, Miao Xingzhe finally spoke with a wry smile.

"This child does call me Master after all, I can't just stand by and watch him get killed without any reaction. Don't worry, this child is very smart, he knows what he can and cannot say, and he will definitely not reveal your identity."

Crimson narrowed her long, narrow eyes. Although her appearance and figure were only at a child's level, the crimson light in her eyes made her devoid of any childlike cuteness. Instead, she exuded a terrifying aura, like a high-ranking hunter.

"Miao Xingzhe, do you know what you're saying? Although I'm not afraid of those scum who try to taint Father's bloodline, I hate endless flies. You want me to let go of this little thing that might cause trouble for my life just because of your careless words?"

Miao Xingzhe's smile became somewhat forced. Although he had known about Zhen Hong's extremely self-centered personality for several years, he still felt helpless when he heard the reason for killing someone to avoid trouble.

"You should also know that your identities cannot be hidden for long. The Zhuyuan family has never relaxed its monitoring of Yuan Yuan's bloodline over the years."

"That's different. Trouble caused by force majeure is different in nature from trouble caused by one's own stupidity."

Zhenhong interrupted Miaoxingzhe without any politeness, and a turbid, dark liquid behind her began to churn violently, clearly indicating that she was about to fight at the slightest provocation.

His eyebrows twitched twice. The wandering swordsman noticed that the unassuming mass of black water, which looked like ordinary sewage, gave him a dangerous feeling. He was most skilled at self-preservation; he was confident that as long as he didn't enter the Ideal Kingdom, even if he were at the hands of the White God, he could escape unscathed. But this mass of sewage gave him a feeling that injury was unavoidable. After a moment's hesitation, the wandering swordsman slowly spoke…

"How about this? Let the little monk stay with you until the [unforeseen trouble] happens, then you can let him go, okay?"

Before Zhenhong could react, the little monk's eyes widened, his expression one of utter disbelief. He never imagined that his master, who had just been speaking up for him, would suddenly place him next to that terrifying woman.