Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The world of Super Gods is technologically advanced, with active dark energy and laws that tend to be more in line with objective physical laws. No such unified and powerful pan-consciousness entity has ever been born before.

Therefore, the God of Chinese Animation did not assign him a specific identity last time, but rather gave him a free exploration mode.

In this new world, the rules are obviously more rigorous and complete. If an unregistered person with an unknown origin forcibly enters, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance and rejection of the world's consciousness. The backlash from this person would probably be unbearable even for gods and demons.

"So... what kind of identity will you give me this time, so that I can safely integrate into this world?"

Qin Chuan's mind raced. He felt a surge of curiosity about the arrangements made by the God of Chinese Animation, but at the same time, he was secretly wary that the waters of this world were probably deeper than he had imagined.

Before I could finish pondering, the surrounding light suddenly subsided, and the sense of spatial distortion vanished instantly, as if I had suddenly stepped from a rushing river into a calm harbor.

A feeling of being grounded came over me, accompanied by a heavy gravitational pull that was completely different from that of the Super God world.

Qin Chuan has now established itself in a new world.

The air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur and an indescribable sense of desolation, as if it had been accumulated over countless ages, a stark contrast to the super-god universe he had just left, a universe brimming with technological creations and active dark energy.

The air here seems thicker, and every breath feels heavy.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, quickly and calmly scanning his surroundings.

The scene that came into view was just as he had sensed: a very small, extremely simple and primitive tribal settlement.

The makeshift animal-hide tents are scattered in the sheltered parts of the mountain valley, built with crudely felled timber and uncarved boulders to form simple barriers. They are more of a psychological comfort than a defense.

The tribe has only a few hundred people, most of whom look pale and are dressed in rags. Their movements reveal a weariness and numbness from a long struggle for survival.

The old man huddled in a corner, his eyes cloudy and lifeless; the women and children looked terrified and moved around cautiously, afraid of making the slightest noise.

This scene is reminiscent of a primitive society where the strong prey on the weak.

However, the turmoil in Qin Chuan's heart was not due to this apparent backwardness and poverty.

He quietly circulated the immense power within his body—powerful enough to shake galaxies and tear apart space in the world of gods—only to be astonished to find that the surrounding space was as solid as divine iron, more stable than he could have imagined!

With his current strength, he even struggled to create a tiny ripple in space, as if he were trying to move a mountain with the hands of a mortal.

Moreover, the entire world seemed to contain an unimaginable weight, the spacetime structure was so thick it was suffocating, and the power of rules was omnipresent, dense and powerful.

The gravity, matter density, and even the most basic physical laws here seem to be far superior to those of the past, constructing a more "solid" and "higher-order" world.

"Excellent! What a solid world! Only such an unbreakable spacetime structure and such weighty laws of heaven and earth can bear even more extreme power!"

Qin Chuan was not surprised but delighted, a burning fighting spirit as intense as magma flashing in his eyes.

The more powerful the world is, the higher the level of hidden energy it contains, and the more anticipated the individual peaks that can be reached become.

This is by no means a regression, but rather stepping into a broader and more advanced ultimate battlefield!

Just then, that familiar and majestic voice, seemingly originating from the very source of all things, resounded like a great bell deep within his consciousness:

"Trial participant, you have arrived in the world of Super Beast Armed Forces."

Current identity: Member of the wolf clan.

"Trial Mission: Beyond Eternal Reincarnation"

"Friendly reminder: Due to the special nature of this world, you cannot leave on your own or bring others in before the trial is completed."

"Super Beast Armed...it's actually this universe!"

Qin Chuan understood; he had heard of this world, which was full of philosophical speculation and the cycle of fate.

But the final "friendly reminder" from the god of Chinese animation made him frown slightly, and a shadow passed over his heart.

Unable to leave on their own? Unable to bring anyone in?

This was unprecedented in previous time travels.

Is it because the laws of this world are too special, that even the power of the god of Chinese animation is subject to some kind of restriction here?

Or is it that this trial itself contains the absolute requirement that one must face it independently and cannot rely on others?

What earth-shattering secrets are hidden in this world of super beasts? Even the gods who wield the power of time travel must follow its special internal rules.

Questions flashed through Qin Chuan's mind like shooting stars, but he knew this was not the time to delve into them.

The most urgent task is to adapt to the environment and understand one's own situation as soon as possible.

He suppressed his many doubts and immersed his mind in the torrent of memories about his identity in this world that the god of Chinese animation had poured into him.

With his current vast spiritual power, digesting these memories of just over twenty years is a matter of a moment.

The memories merged, like turning the pages of a thick history book, and his understanding of the world instantly became clear.

The Super Beast World comprises seven parallel universes, like seven giant leaves floating in the void. They converge only once every 100,000 years for seven days, which is the only time for large-scale passage and a turning point in destiny.

Besides, only nebula-type powerhouses who stand at the pinnacle of individual strength can briefly break through the cosmic barrier and travel back and forth by virtue of their own great power.

And where he was at this moment was the fifth parallel universe known for its survival of the fittest, darkness and chaos—the Underworld.

This land seems to be cursed, with scarce resources and a harsh environment; survival is the only and eternal theme here.

The wolf clan is a tragic group in this underworld.

The images in my memory are filled with humiliation, bloodshed, and endless escape.

The ancestors of the wolf clan are said to have emerged from a mysterious black hole. Due to their unique life form and power attributes, they were regarded by other clans as ominous creatures carrying dark souls and symbols of calamity.

For countless years, the wolf clan has suffered persecution, expulsion, and slaughter, causing the clan's size to shrink dramatically, the historical strongmen to fall one after another, and the lineage to be almost cut off.

In the end, only a few hundred elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people remain, like frightened birds, hiding in this desolate and treacherous mountain forest, barely clinging to life, with no hope for the future.

"So that's how it is. Growing up in such a desperate and cruel environment, witnessing the suffering of his people, and experiencing endless betrayals and battles, it's no wonder that the later Hades would believe in that cold philosophy of 'the real world is darkness' and 'only the strong can survive'."

Qin Chuan sighed inwardly, gaining a deeper understanding of the future overlord who had yet to appear, based on historical context.

But then, he was surprised.

In this seemingly complete memory of the wolf clan, from the clan elders to the ordinary warriors, there is absolutely no record of the name "Pluto," and not even a young powerhouse who fits his future characteristics, has shown promise, or demonstrated extraordinary potential has ever been heard of.

It was as if this overlord, destined to unify the underworld and stir up the winds of change, was completely out of the wolf clan's sight at this moment.

"The timing is wrong? Hades hasn't been born yet? Or..."

As Qin Chuan pondered to himself, trying to piece together more clues from the fragments of his memory...

A sudden, violent commotion erupted on the outskirts of the tribe, followed by panicked shouts and hurried, chaotic running sounds, instantly shattering the deathly silence of the mountain valley.

"It's bad! The Lion Clan! The Lion Clan has arrived!"

"We've been discovered! We're finished, all finished! How did they find us here!"

"There's no escape, we're doomed this time... The Lion Clan won't let us go!"

Despair, like a deadly plague, spread wildly through the small wolf tribe at an unprecedented speed.

The few remaining young and strong wolf warriors instinctively grabbed the simple bone spears and stone axes beside them, but their faces were filled with undisguised fear, showing no courage or will to fight to the death.

The elderly, the weak, women, and children embraced and wept, their last bit of strength for escape seemingly drained by the sudden bad news. They collapsed to the ground, awaiting their fate.

Soon, heavy and orderly footsteps approached like a death knell, and amidst the rising dust, a group of people, exuding a chilling killing intent, appeared at the tribe's practically useless entrance.

The newcomers were generally tall and strong, far exceeding the average size of the wolf clan, and wore simple but sturdy leather armor made of thick animal hides with metal plates inlaid in key areas.

The leader had long, fiery red hair that flowed wildly and unrestrainedly. His face was majestic, as if carved by a knife and axe, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. He exuded an air of disdain as he swept his gaze around, and his body radiated a refined and powerful aura of alien energy.

He is one of the rulers of this region, the king of the lions, the Lion King.

On either side of the Lion King, two equally fierce and powerful lieutenants, the Golden Lion and the Silver Lion, coldly surveyed the wolf-men who looked like lambs to the slaughter.

Although the lion army was not well-equipped, its numbers far exceeded the wolf clan's current fighting strength, and each of them was full of energy and fierce, forming a stark contrast to the wolf clan's dejection and despair.

The Lion King's gaze swept indifferently over the trembling, ashen-faced wolf pack before him, a hint of undisguised contempt and pity flashing in his eyes.

He did not immediately order the massacre. Instead, he took a deep breath and, with a booming voice, broke the deathly silence shrouded in despair:

"Survivors of the wolf clan! I, the Lion King, have not come today to carry out a genocidal act. The laws of the underworld, the survival of the fittest, are the fundamental principles of heaven and earth. But the laws also leave a way out for the truly weak."

His voice echoed through the mountain valley, each word striking a chord in the hearts of the wolf tribe:

"Submit to my Lion Clan, abandon your Wolf Clan name, and completely merge into my ranks. In this way, you will receive the protection of the Lion Clan and will no longer have to live like rats in the gutter, hiding and living in constant fear. For you, this is your only chance to survive; for my Lion Clan, it is merely absorbing some labor that can be used. A win-win situation, what do you say?"

These words were nothing short of a lifeline for the wolf pack, which had long been crushed by fear and had lost its fighting spirit and dignity.

Almost all the wolves showed expressions of excitement, relief, and even tears of gratitude, as if the Lion King was not a conqueror who brought humiliation, but a savior who bestowed life.

Submitting to the stronger is a matter of course in the underworld; being able to survive is already the greatest blessing.

Just as the wolf clan chief, an old man with white hair and beard, was trembling and leaning on his wooden cane, preparing to step forward and prostrate himself on the ground to represent the entire clan in submission.

A calm, clear voice, yet carrying an undeniable and resolute strength, suddenly rang out like a stone thrown into stagnant water, shattering the almost settled atmosphere:

"Whether the wolf clan is truly as weak as you say, and whether the lion clan is truly so powerful as to be invincible, is all just talk. In my opinion, the truth of the underworld—who is strong and who is weak—will ultimately be revealed through combat. Only after a fight will we know."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of all the wolf clan members, making them dizzy.

In disbelief, fear, and anger, everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure slowly walk out from the back of the crowd, passing over the trembling tribesmen and going straight to the front of the group.

He was a rather young wolf-clan youth with a handsome and rugged face, a tall and straight figure, deep eyes like an ancient well, and a steady and powerful gait. Every step seemed to be on the beat of everyone's heart. He was Qin Chuan, who had just arrived in this world.

"Is it...is it Qin Chuan?"

"Is he insane? Does he even know what he's saying? How dare he..."

"Come back now! You fool! Don't anger the Lion King! Do you want to get us all killed?!"

The wolf pack was both shocked and anxious. They looked at this young man who was usually quiet and had almost no presence in the pack, and they couldn't understand why he suddenly seemed like a different person, so recklessly standing up to challenge the Lion King's authority.

This is practically like they want their tribe to perish quickly enough, so they're dragging the entire tribe into a fire pit!

The Lion King also looked surprised and took another look at Qin Chuan.

He had thought that the wolf clan's backbone had been completely broken by years of suffering, but he never expected that among this group of zombie-like old, weak, sick and disabled people, there would still be someone who dared to stand up at this moment, to speak out with a different voice, even with a sense of challenge.

However, his keen senses did not detect any powerful or overt abnormal energy fluctuations from Qin Chuan. He only felt that this young man might have some of the courage of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, but more so, he was foolishly overestimating his own abilities.

The Lion King's lips curled into a playful, slightly cruel smile as he shook his head: "Courageous, but far more foolish. Challenge me? You're not qualified."

He then turned his head and said to his deputy, whose face was as cold as ice and whose aura was as sharp as a blade, "Silver Lion, go and 'play' with this wolf clan little brother. Let him understand with his body what the difference in strength is and what the rules of the Underworld are that cannot be challenged."

"Yes, Lion King!"

Silver Lion responded with a savage grin, his face filled with undisguised cruelty and mockery. He interlaced his thick fingers, twisting his wrists, the joints cracking loudly.

A strange energy, significantly stronger than that of ordinary wolf warriors, began to gather and surge around him, forming a faint, pale silver vortex that stirred up dust from the ground.

His gaze toward Qin Chuan was filled with contempt and bloodlust, as if he were looking at an insect that he could crush at will.