From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 11: The Kneeling Spirit Disciple

"That is actually not a type of power, but a physical crystal!" Alvin said. "On the Dylan Continent, we call it Divine Definition!"

"Definition?" Bai Yang was somewhat curious. "What does that mean?"

"It means... something that only deities can define. It carries special attributes related to the essence of gods!"

What Alvin said was quite abstract, so Bai Yang understood it abstractly. "It's a form of lie, but materialized, correct?"

"Yes!" Alvin nodded. "Because the Divine Spark lost the protection of Divine Fire, it shattered itself when crossing the world barrier. What remains are the trace crystals!"

"If you were a true god who had ascended to divinity, these traces wouldn't matter because they themselves possess supreme definition authority. The traces on these crystals can be reclaimed at any time, but you currently cannot!"

Bai Yang certainly knew he couldn't. He was merely a "false god" possessing a Divine Spark. He lacked all four elements of godhood, so of course he didn't have such capability.

If he truly could ascend to godhood, all these things would transform into his fundamental authority.

However, Bai Yang had grand ambitions. He didn't want to ascend as the God of Lies; he aimed for the true supreme position!

He wanted to ascend to great divinity as the God of Stories or the Creator!"How many such crystals are there?" Bai Yang asked. "When I crossed into this world, I remember only stopping at three places..."

"Yes, three places: the North Pole, Central Asia, and here," Alvin said. "You need to recover them before the seekers from the Dylan Continent arrive here, to avoid attracting the attention of true deities."

Bai Yang indicated his understanding. "Then we can only hope the Divine War on the Dylan Continent lasts a bit longer, giving us more time!"

But of course, one shouldn't rely solely on hope from others, so he needed to accelerate his pace!

At that moment, the car gradually came to a stop, and the several people inside slowly disembarked.

The driver casually counted heads. "Five, six, six... yes, six people total, all off."

He drove away, leaving behind a figure that dissipated on the spot.

...

San Diego City, West District.

Life in the slums seemed largely unchanged from before.

And the "Gray Wolf" gang located at the southernmost part of the West District still maintained their arrogant, swaggering demeanor!

They were herding some women toward the most terrifying building in this area—the "Red Mansion."

These women, disheveled and dirty, of various ethnicities, were led like livestock by a rope into this building painted with red lacquer.

From outside, they could seemingly hear piercing, miserable wails coming from inside.

Hearing these sounds, the women appeared even more terrified, but under the threat of gun barrels, they had no choice but to enter.

Their expressions of fear seemed even more vivid in the darkness.

Meanwhile, the conversation of the gang underlings echoed around them.

"These illegal immigrants are really unfortunate, running into our boss here. No jobs and facing deportation..."

"Exactly! If not for our boss's kindness, they wouldn't even get to work in the Red Mansion, right?"

"By the way, are all these people illegal immigrants?"

"Who knows? We're close to the Mexican border here. What kind of legitimate people would be around? Just grab them! Do you think the police can interfere with Gray Wolf's business?"

"Good point..."

The two men walked away, leaving only the miserable wails from the "Red Mansion" echoing in their ears.

In the distance, a man of Native American descent was roaming this area, shouting a name in his ancient, mysterious language!

He approached, his shouts growing increasingly anxious and panicked, which naturally drew the attention of the surrounding "Gray Wolf" members.

"Another one coming to look for someone? Handle it!" A man who looked like a supervisor patted a gang member holding a gun beside him.

"Tell them this isn't Los Angeles where they need to worry about police. This is a border city!"

The gang member was a Black man. Hearing this, he glared maliciously at the approaching man and raised his gun. "Of course, sir!"

"BANG!" A gunshot rang out, and the man dropped to one knee.

"BANG!" Another shot, and the man collapsed face-down on the ground.

Only then did the Black gang member approach, looking at this strangely dressed man, and fired a shot into each of his hands.

The man wailed in agony on the ground, but elicited no pity from the shooter.

This scene made many onlookers in the vicinity fall completely silent in fear!

This wasn't just malicious fun; it was also a warning to everyone around!

A warning about the Gray Wolf gang's brutality, effective against anyone!

Soon, the crowd dispersed, leaving only the man lying on the ground, moaning in pain.

His blood was nearly drained, and he soon lost even the strength to cry out.

At that moment, from an unseen location, Bai Yang coldly watched this scene.

"Indeed, this gang remains as brutal and evil as ever. Such pure evil!" Bai Yang remarked.

He had merely passed by this gang's territory before and was relentlessly chased by a group until he barely escaped by reaching the city center.

His reason for fleeing to Vespuchi Town was also connected to these individuals' ruthless practice of indiscriminately capturing people.

Now, seeing that these people hadn't changed, Bai Yang felt reassured.

"This kind of gang perfectly fits the definition for establishing authority and spreading influence!" he said slowly, gazing at the man before him, gently leaning down and placing his hand on the man's head.

"Let me see what you desire..."

Ivan Ruiz was the man's name.

He was born in a Native American reservation in California, a man struggling to survive on this barren land.

His life was dull, marred by poverty, discrimination, ignorance, and foolishness.

Until one day, he found his true love—a young woman from a neighboring tribe named Layla Winnonah.

Ivan loved this name because Layla was a gentle young woman. They built a happy family together and were blessed with a child, their happy culmination.

He transformed from his previous aimless existence, working diligently, laboring hard, saving money meticulously, all to secure a happy future for her.

Today, Layla wanted to buy a prenatal gift for their child.

Overjoyed, Ivan took the money he had saved from working under white employers over the years, held his wife's hand, and came to San Diego City.

But, during a shopping trip half an hour ago, in a moment of distraction, Ivan lost his wife's hand, and he never held it again.

The reason he came to this place was that he found the plant bracelet he had given his wife discarded in a puddle at a street corner.

And now, this bracelet was clutched tightly in his hand; even after his hands were shot, he hadn't let go!

"Cocijo! O Spear-Bearer with Burning Headdress! Carve the blood pact in the ancestral flint forest—let my charge become the wrath of the stars!"

Cocijo is the name of the god of war and sacrifice in Mayan mythology, the name Ivan was invoking.

This remnant of an ancient tribe actually still preserved such sacrificial customs, which greatly surprised Bai Yang!

He looked at this man, observing the bracelet tightly gripped in his hand, and nodded gently.

This man's will and suffering had met the standard!

"Then, as you wish!" Bai Yang gently tapped the bracelet, infusing a trace of Divine Power into it.

"Alvin, implant a memory of a blessing named Cocijo into him, then enhance him into a warrior from Mayan legends!"