Chapter 458: Chapter 458: A Force to Be Reckoned With or Just a Bystander?

Dark Divine Race.

I guess anyone who’s read a few web novels or spent several years at the Starting Point wouldn’t be unfamiliar with this title, right?

It could be a brutally cruel and world-overthrowing evil king, a bitter victim oppressed by the Light God’s propaganda, or the source of a disaster who led half the world’s followers to stir up a bloody storm thousands of years ago. Anyway, the name “Dark Divine Race” boasts a resounding reputation in various human legends, both positive and negative.

Therefore, when a girl named Monina revealed her identity as a member of the Dark Divine Race, my immediate reaction was a squeaky yell followed by a hard pinch on Lilina’s cheek.

“Wow! Boss, what are you doing!?”

“Eh, looks like it’s not a dream.”

I scratched my head, ignoring Lilina who came up waving her fists to protest, and asked Monina again, “Did you just say you’re from the Dark Divine Race?”

“Yes, the Dark Divine Race, Blade Ranger, specialized in targeted eliminations and covert executions,” Monica replied, still bearing a calm and polite smile, her blood-red eyes sparkling like rubies.

“Alright, I got it,” I rubbed my forehead and sighed, “So, the one you knocked away… oh, who is now walking back this way, that’s Yelsen?”

“That’s my idiot brother,” Monica sighed helplessly, speaking with the weary tone of a sister discussing her disappointing younger brother, “Yelsen? Dazzling Left Wing, his combat profession is Divine Race Garrison Officer, a rank higher than mine as an Inspector, but his idiotic nature has kept him stuck in this rank for over 270,000 years. Oh, and he’s a member of the Light Divine Race, the type that glows on their own.”

Such a sharp tongue; you’re so harsh on your own brother, Yelsen just collapsed halfway here–did you see that!?

Despite all the bizarre and complain-worthy aspects, these two siblings, who are almost at the extremes of two forces, have an amicable and outgoing nature. After chatting for a little while, we generally understood each other’s situations.

Monina is not Yelsen’s biological sister, but that doesn’t mean she’s an orphan–quite the opposite, in fact. Both of their parents are alive and thriving as Management Gods in some distant world. However, since their families have been close for years (it’s been ages for divine races; just how long have these two families known each other?), the two simply formed the special Twin Contract unique to divine races and became siblings. This explains why a member of the Light Divine Race and one from the Dark Divine Race could be such close siblings (is it really okay to describe it as close?). The intimacy between the Dark Divine System and the Light Divine System shows the level of harmony among the Star Domain Divine Race. The Light and Dark Holy Courts, who fight each other under the banners of faith to the point of smashing each other’s brains out, probably would never imagine how good the relationship between their Gods secretly is…

Due to their extremely strong individual abilities and unique powers, the combat hierarchy of the Star Domain Gods adopts a highly flexible combat sequence + small action team structure. In normal situations, divine position gods carry out missions independently, or summon a bunch of non-divine combat sequences (composed of ordinary warriors with decent combat capabilities but none of those outrageous privileges) to go out and plunder… uh, support justice. In special cases like the periodic Abyss expeditions in the Divine Realm, these independently operating divine races immediately form small action teams according to organization (these compact teams never exceed ten people, perfectly suited for complex and varying battlegrounds of the Abyss), and then scale up into large regiments by each team’s level. Dingdang’s team is currently in a peaceful phase, each busy with its own activities. Monina and Yelsen had been outside performing missions and accumulating experience points until recently, currently enjoying a rare vacation. However, once they excitedly mentioned it to Dingdang…

The two were promptly drafted by the little thing. P.S., I’ve already confirmed their identities through a spiritual connection with Dingdang, which clarified that Yelsen is a hot-blooded idiot who won’t die no matter how hard we train him; if there’s anything involving deadly toxins, just let that guy handle it.

Could it be that this guy is Chunyuan Yangping reincarnated as a hot-blooded fool?

It’s unexpected–Dingdang turns out to be such a mighty figure. Well, actually, a small combat team leader isn’t considered a big shot among the gods. But compared to the indomitable pet image that I formed, being able to pull such a dubious sibling pair from the Divine Realm to help us out is already quite a surprising ability.

It was like having a little snot-nosed sister who followed me around all day waiting for candy, and then one day, she showed up with two other snot-nosed kids, boldly declaring, “These two are my underlings; they’re with you from now on.” Even though her so-called underlings were just insignificant little brats, you’d still exclaim in amazement, “Wow! This little brat has underlings?”

Yep, that’s the feeling.

Even though I didn’t know the extent of their power, as members of the Divine Race, especially as regular combat personnel with divine positions, Yelsen and Monina’s abilities had to be formidable, particularly in the field of Mysticism. They were undoubtedly a hundred times stronger than the half-baked Lilina and the not-even-half-baked me. I even dared to wickedly guess that when facing their eternally last-place team leader, these two would not be outdone in professional knowledge. With such professionals helping, solving the World Fragment issue should be a lot easier.

However, disappointingly, my beautiful ideas seemed to be wishful thinking.

“Combat power and technical skill are two different things,” Yelsen said, arms crossed and nodding earnestly, “Letting us siblings fight is no problem, but tackling such complex and rare world mutations is a bit troublesome. The captain also said before, we are only here to run errands.”

“Although what this idiotic brother of mine says is disheartening, it’s the truth. Facing this kind of unprecedented mutation, maybe the World Law MOD Research Club can come up with some solutions, but as professional warriors, our power might not be of much use.”

Monina sighed and reluctantly agreed with her brother.

“You’re kidding, right? You Divine Race folks are so powerful, using a fool’s system to manage the world’s operations, so how could you struggle with a mere World Fragment…”

I exclaimed in astonishment. I thought they’d be experts capable of swiftly resolving the issue, but now they seemed as unreliable as Dingdang.

Monina wasn’t offended by my questioning, instead she explained logically, “Let’s put it in terms humans might understand … In human terms, is a king considered a powerful person?”

I nodded confusedly, not seeing what saving the world has to do with a human king.

Monina gave a slight smile and continued, “So if the prime minister’s wife can’t have children, how can the king help?”

Me: “…”

Dingdang, how in the world do you manage your subordinates normally!! Are these people really regular soldiers of the Divine Race? Or did you choose Lilina as your Chief Priestess solely because her lack of principles gave you a sense of kinship?

“Anyway, don’t hold too high hopes for us; we’re merely here for grunt work!” Yelsen flashed his white teeth again, the corners of his mouth reflecting a dazzling light, as he gave me a thumbs-up, “But if it comes to fighting, we siblings are absolutely invincible!”

“Having a brother like that must be tough.”

I conveyed this message with my eyes to Monina, who had just thrown her brother out and added a couple of dark shockwaves.

“It’s okay, he’ll calm down after a few more beatings.”

Monina had a gentle smile on her face and responded with a serious demeanor and gaze.

Although it could be said that professional warriors might struggle in this domain, which demands a high level of “otaku spirit”, Monina and Yelsen, being from the Divine Race with lifespans that could allow humans to evolve from single cells to Ultraman over a hundred times, still brought us some very useful information. Thanks to their race’s rule-bending lifespans, they entered this area of white fog as if merely taking a stroll from the Void Plane. This proved that the World Fragment was indeed completely exposed to the Void, its outer World Barrier had long since turned to ash, or in other words, that protective layer which kept the world’s internal data from leaking had dissolved into part of this endlessly evaporating white mist.

“We found remnants at the outermost layer of the white fog at the intersection of the Void Plane and the World Fragment that resembled the World Barrier. Of course, they’ve evaporated to just one or two basic descriptions,” Monina and we walked through the foggy area, a ready lethal weapon to any real beings, but to the Divine Race siblings, it was as innocuous as a fart (look at this peculiar metaphor!). Yelsen even had the energy to activate a Defender Halo for me and Fake Lolita Priestess, allowing us to conserve our physical strength without wasting it on maintaining Void Shields and Divine Power Fields. After all, no matter how powerful, our bodies were still material, nowhere comparable to those conceptual beings from the Divine Race.

“Could that barrier have been shattered by an external force?”

I voiced my doubts. According to the information provided by Artemis, this World Fragment might have persisted for several years (if time here was symmetrical to that on Earth). Given its resistance in the Void for such an extended duration, it definitely had some stable protective structure on the surface. And now the data of this fragment was starting to contaminate the entire multi-universe, affecting all parallel planes similar to Earth. Did this suggest that everything was the result of some sinister behind-the-scenes manipulation?

“I know what you’re thinking,” Monina–probably already informed extensively by Dingdang–said, “regarding the slumber of the Xyrin Empire and the appearance of the Fallen Apostles, the Divine Realm has already started paying attention. However, the information Yelsen and I have found so far doesn’t suggest that the evaporation of the fragment is related to the Fallen Apostles. It could also be a natural disintegration due to having floated in the Void for too long. After all, the World Fragments formed post-apocalypse don’t possess a truly complete World Barrier. What it might be is similar to an Ether Concept Body with an auto-buffering structure, which only temporarily maintains stability. It’s normal for such a random structural barrier to crack when gradually eroded by Void Energy.”

I really wanted to nod in agreement, but I hadn’t understood a single word.

As for the origins of the World Fragment, Monina’s own predictions closely aligned with what we inferred. A strong, instantaneous burst of energy that informatized part of the world, thus forming the World Fragment. The only difference was that, having recently encountered the Fallen Apostles, we consistently believed that this energy originated from an external attack, while Monina and Yelsen deduced from Divine Race experience that this burst of energy stemmed from the world itself. A world primarily composed of cosmic space and independent celestial bodies is a typical example of an energy diffusion-type world, whose advantage lies in its ability to continually automatically gravitate towards stability throughout its evolutionary process, as its entropy steadily increases with the expansion of the universe and the equilibration of energy. But the downside is, once its internal structure is destroyed, such a world is likely to obey the basic laws and undergo partial “loss” to ensure the overall structure remains consistently stable. This loss could result in dissipation in the Void or even form a World Fragment.

Either way, I couldn’t understand either explanation…

“By the way, how did our captain judge this matter?” Monina suddenly recalled as if remembering something, “She only told us to come help, and didn’t explain it too detailedly.”

“This…” My lips twitched subtly, “Her view and ours are pretty much the same.”

Although I phrased it indirectly, Yelsen, fully aware of our captain’s nature, immediately shrugged and spread his hands, saying, “Anyway, our captain definitely would say, ‘Ah, it’s too complicated, too complicated, just consider it an external attack…’

You’ve summarized it succinctly.

While we talked, we gradually emerged from the region of white fog, returning to the position where we had initially entered the broken area–strictly speaking, it was a bit further back than where we had started from, because in front of us, the spherical Magic Array set by Lili seemed only a few dozen meters away. Obviously, in the past few hours, the world had continued to evaporate.

And the evaporation process was not uniform.

I noticed a gas station in the distance had been disassembled by the white fog to only one-third of its original size. If the evaporation process of the World Fragment was completely uniform, it should have only come into contact with the white fog after triggering the warning from the Array set by Lili. In other words, pessimistically estimating, there might be less than fifteen days left for Artemis and the others.

“Did you set this up?” Monina curiously looked at the three-dimensional Array floating and rotating in mid-air, “Not bad at all, it passes.”

“Psh, he’s only riding on the coattails of his divine physique,” you might say if you haven’t seen this girl when she’s totally shameless!

Because we were meeting Artemis and others, Monina and Yelsen, under my vehement demand, swapped out their overly conspicuous Divine Race equipment. Monina, who was already petite and looked about seventeen or eighteen, didn’t look out of place in a high school uniform, but Yelsen, did you seriously think anyone would believe you’re a high school student? Your height mixed with those muscles equals my high school gym teacher, you jerk!

I never imagined that Yelsen, once out of his heavy armor, would still be half a muscle-bound hunk. Of course, he wasn’t quite like a human tank yet, but paired with that mournful Greek Adonis face and his golden blonde hair, I think it’s a crime not to cast him as a War God in the West.

“Dumb brother, in the world we manage, is actually a War God.”

With that matter-of-fact statement from Monina, I was utterly defeated.

Err, wait a minute, blonde hair… It was only after the distant figure of Artemis came into view that I suddenly thought of this, then mechanically turned my head.

Monina, silver long hair, blood-red eyes.

Yelsen, golden blonde hair, golden pupils–and he can even emit Holy Light from his eyes!

Such crappy disguises! Is changing clothes all you’ve got? At least get rid of these non-human racial characteristics, you bastards!

But as I stood there, dumbfounded, Yelsen and Monina, who clearly looked nothing like normal people, were completely ignored by Artemis, who just casually greeted us before leading us towards the towering old building.

I could be certain Artemis had not been hypnotized by some power into not seeing the two Alien Race members beside me, as her gaze lingered on them for a few seconds. However, she then casually shifted her eyes away, as if disregarding their cosplay-like eyes altogether.

“It’s just a slight change in worldview–targeted not just at this girl but everything born in this world,”

Monina explained, tilting her head slightly.

Sure enough, not only Artemis, but her companions treated Monina and Yelsen like they were an expected presence, but obviously, those Awakeners didn’t treat them like “newcomers” accompanying me, rather like…

Absolutely expected NPCs, who without any background or origin, could simply pop up and be accepted by everyone without any surprise.

Facing my new confusion, Monina made no attempt to hide: “As a Fighter specializing in covert execution, it should be as easy as eating and drinking to twist one’s own existence and the worldview within a certain range. If I wanted, I could even kill their leader in front of hundreds of millions, with both the killed and the bystanders remaining coherent and considering everything normal. In my Divine Form, I could easily pluck any celestial body, including its Constant Star, from a Constant Star System without affecting the operation of other star bodies, simply because I’ve deemed them ‘unnecessary.'”

“There was one time she did exactly that, and because she disrupted the integrity of the world, she got locked up in… Ah!”

Yelsen, one day you’re going to get yourself killed with that mouth of yours. (To be continued–For further details please visit www.wuxiaworld.site, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)