Chapter 35: The Butterfly Effect

Should I slip away?

Gu You gazed into the distance at the massive monster, lost in thought. This butterfly effect he had triggered—should he really bear the responsibility for it?

Or perhaps, if he had never existed, such an incident wouldn't have happened at all.

"Karma is a cycle. Even if you try to escape, you can't." Gu You shook his head, then leaped towards the distance.

"General, this is a report from the Tianqing Space Eye. Please take a look."

A young soldier handed over a tiny card.

Qiong Shiyu infused his left hand with soul power, making the card float lightly in the air. A series of encrypted letters appeared before his eyes, and as he read, his expression grew more and more astonished.

"General, is something wrong?" The soldier cautiously asked.

"Assemble the Sixth Mecha Corps and follow me immediately—" Qiong Shiyu disappeared in an instant.

The young soldier was stunned. This was a Super Douluo, fully equipped with a complete set of three-word battle armor. When exerting his full strength, his power even reached that of an Ultimate Douluo. What could possibly make him so anxious? And why would he mobilize the entire Sixth Mecha Corps, which included a Title Douluo and seven Soul Douluo?

"This must be something huge." The soldier wasted no time and hurried away.

"Captain! We made contact! We finally—"

Before the transmission could finish, there was a sharp schlick!—a sickening sound of something piercing flesh.

"Damn it!" Jiang Xing slammed his legs in frustration.

Without artillery suppression, even though the three Soul Douluo among them could buy some time, the chances of the entire team making it out alive were basically zero.

But still… he had heard hope in that last message. They had made contact.

They had to hold on.

"Insects! Insects! What's the point of resisting?"

The Evil God roared, and a massive vortex loomed in the sky. Black flames rained down, burning the ground.

Thick vines wriggled and intertwined, shaping into grotesque black-eyed monsters.

"Kill them!" The Evil God commanded.

A tide of monstrosities surged forward, charging at the mecha squad.

"Go all out!"

A Soul Douluo piloted his mecha, gripping a long spear. Firepower rained down from the mecha's back, suppressing the monsters' advance.

But… what was the point of all this?

"Captain… tell me honestly, do we even stand a chance of getting out of here alive?"

A voice, weak and trembling, came through the comms.

"Of course! Why wouldn't we?" Jiang Xing tried to encourage them, but deep down, he wasn't sure himself.

"Everyone… we all know the truth, don't we? Even if we do escape, what will be left for us? Maybe… it's better to burn ourselves out completely."

"What are you saying?!" Jiang Xing asked in disbelief.

"I said—burn our lives!!"

From the squad, a mecha suddenly shot forward, carrying three tons of missile explosives. Inside was a Soul King. He rammed into the monster's leg, detonating in a massive explosion.

When the dust settled, only a pile of scrap metal remained.

The Evil God's leg had been blasted open, but within moments, it regenerated.

The sight of this ignited something within the squad.

Yes… against an entity claiming to be a god, an opponent possibly at the level of an Ultimate Douluo, what could they fight with?

There was only one answer—their lives.

Life was small and fragile. But its greatness was beyond words.

This so-called "Evil God" saw life as insignificant. Thought itself supreme. Looked down upon them as mere insects. Toyed with them instead of simply annihilating them.

But she was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.

No one had the right to treat life as insignificant. No one had the right to dictate its worth.

"You call us insects, but you have to admit—Insects have never been truly wiped out."

More and more mechas soared into the sky. Their pilots burned their life force.

"You…!" The Evil God felt fear. Even with her immense regenerative abilities, if too many explosions landed at once, she wouldn't be able to recover fast enough.

"Good thing I'm not too late."

Gu You stood atop a high-rise, clutching his chest.

"Go!"

Countless beams of light erupted from his mind, raining down below.

Soul beasts!

A dense horde of soul beasts appeared—hundreds of them, each with different levels of cultivation.

"Who dares to disturb this king's sleep?! …Eh? How did I get out here?"

The Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion glanced around, startled by the giant monster before it.

Ji Ji Ba, a soul beast with a small patch of purple scales on its head and an intensely muscular build, tensed up, roaring at the Evil God.

Jiang Xing froze at the sight.

What… was he looking at?

A human boy's mind suddenly manifested so many soul beasts?

He knew soul spirits could materialize to fight in the real world.

But these couldn't possibly all be this boy's soul spirits… right?

"So, it's you… The one who stole my collection." The Evil God's gaze locked onto Gu You.

"Pah! Who's your collection?! My minions—go!!"

Before Gu You could even speak, the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion had already exploded in anger.

Who dared call it a collection?! This monster was dead meat.

Gu You didn't stop them. These soul beasts couldn't die.

He had studied this carefully—any injury they sustained would instantly transfer back to his mind.

A zero-loss battle.

"Arrogant wretch!"

A strange magic array appeared behind the Evil God, gathering immense energy before blasting towards Gu You.

"A self-proclaimed god? Let me show you… what a real divine skill looks like!"

A halo floated behind Gu You. At the same time, three soul rings rose up.

The halo shone, releasing an overwhelming force across the battlefield.

Oblivion!

A targeted debuff—reducing all of the enemy's attributes by 50%, weakening their skills by 20%, and transferring the reduced power back to the user.

A divine skill.

Completely broken.

A 50% reduction in combat ability at the same level meant absolute domination.

The surrounding aura turned chaotic. Gu You's entire body became shrouded in his martial soul. The dragon scales on his hand extended outward slightly, then closed back.

His 100,000-year soul ring shone.

Its second skill—

Dragon God's Wrath!

A colossal orb of pure destruction condensed behind Gu You's dragon shadow. His Ice Domain also expanded, and bits of extreme ice fused into the destruction orb.

Go!

The orb clashed with the Evil God's energy blast, creating an impact so powerful it enveloped everything.

Jiang Xing's vision blurred—the domain had swallowed his sight.

At this point, he was too shocked to speak.

A Soul Elder, with a third ring at 100,000 years.

And possibly dual domain abilities.

Where had this monstrous genius come from?!

"Captain, what do we do now?" His remaining squad members asked over comms.

"Do what? Fight! Do you really expect a kid with three soul rings to save us?!" Jiang Xing roared.

He still had a trump card—

An eighth-grade fixed soul-guided missile. A targeted annihilation weapon, equivalent to a ninth-grade fixed soul-guided missile. Its explosion was strong enough to erase an entire city, generating a mushroom cloud over a thousand meters high.

Super Douluo's full-force attack level.

This wasn't like the Douluo 2 era's ninth-grade missiles that couldn't even kill a few Soul Emperors or Soul Saints.

Technology had evolved.

And this so-called god was about to learn that the hard way.

(End of Chapter)