novelraw Chapter 383-2: Rules of the Disciple War, An Invitation from the Messiah (2)
Chapter 383-2: Rules of the Disciple War, An Invitation from the Messiah (2)
For a moment, only Vishnu and Cain were left in the yard.
“Lord Vishnu, this subordinate has come late and kept you waiting. My apologies.”
“Enough, drop the formalities. I called you here to explain some of the rules and information about the Disciple war.”
“So that you do not die in it and waste the Spirit Essence I sponsored you with.”
Hearing that Vishnu was about to explain the Disciple war, Lin Xun immediately listened closely.
Each Disciple war did not have a fixed number of Disciples to be eliminated. Last time, the war eliminated one Disciple from each tier, for a total of three.
The time before that, two were eliminated from each tier, for a total of six.
But that round, after the fighting actually began, seven Disciples ended up dying.
Because the two remaining mid-ranked Disciples fought until their eyes went red. Even after earning the right to leave the war, they stayed and kept fighting until only one was left alive.
And the one who survived was Vishnu.According to the information Vishnu provided, all the mid-ranked Disciples had already stepped into eighth difficulty and had mastered demigod power. They had even begun to touch upon top demigod power.
As for the higher-ranked Disciples, in eighth difficulty’s Nightmare chapters their combat strength was at least at mythic+ grade. Among them, the cream of the crop, such as the First Disciple, had faintly brushed against the realm of the Eternal grade.
Every Disciple had a chance to follow the Master, open the doors of the New World, and go to the new world of their dreams.
The premise was that they had to survive multiple Disciple wars, always remain in the position of First Disciple, and absorb the maximum amount of resources until they reached a certain realm.
Vishnu’s original wording was somewhat obscure, using the various chapter difficulties to refer to the strength of Apostles at each tier.
If Lin Xun had not already had a detailed talk with Li Long and learned of the existence of Saints, he might not have grasped the true meaning hidden in these words.
“So it means you at least have to reach the Eternal pseudo god realm to escape the Disciple war and become a Saint…”
Lin Xun silently pondered.
When Disciples died in the Disciple war, their pasture districts, just like in the Disciple selection, would be handed over to the surviving winners to control.
If this Disciple war eliminated one Disciple from each tier, then according to Vishnu’s plan, Lin Xun and Amos would either need to hide carefully or find the Tenth Disciple Jeremiah as quickly as possible and kill him swiftly to earn the right to leave the war.
Only then could they avoid a direct confrontation with the demigod-level Ninth Disciple Agabus and avoid being brutally crushed.
If their luck was really terrible and they ran into Agabus anyway, they would abandon the two subordinates and let them sacrifice themselves to block Agabus as scapegoats, while they fled the battlefield as fast as possible.
The three lower-ranked Disciples who survived the war would not only move up in rank but also divide Jeremiah’s pasture district among themselves.
In this way, the Disciples would slowly accumulate strength and wait for the next Disciple war.
After explaining the rules of the Disciple war, Vishnu took out an ancient, yellowish sheepskin scroll, handed it to Lin Xun, and said meaningfully, “Do your best to survive. Do not let me and the Master down.”
[Random Teleportation Scroll (Item): When you use this item, you will be teleported to a random location within a radius of 10 kilometers.]
[This scroll will automatically avoid dangerous environments within its range. If there is no safe location within 10 kilometers, the scroll will still be consumed, but no random teleportation will occur.]
“Thank you, my lord. I will not disappoint you.”
Lin Xun put away the life-saving item Vishnu had given him and left the residence together with Amos, who had been waiting outside for some time.
Two other black-robed men left with them. They were the powerful enforcers Vishnu had arranged, or in other words, scapegoats.
These subordinates were Apostles whose own talent was relatively good, but still inferior to candidate Disciples.
They were not qualified to participate in the Disciple selection, so some Disciples took them under their wing and used large amounts of Spirit Essence to nurture them, making them a kind of twisted existence, like seedlings pulled up by force.
Although subordinates’ own talents were relatively poor, with heavy investment of Spirit Essence, they could still obtain relatively strong power. But because their potential had been completely exhausted, they had no strength left to advance to higher difficulties.
Their own strength might not be low, but they had no hope of advancing further.
After all, not every Apostle’s soul talent could support them all the way to the end of the game.
Once their potential was exhausted, they either chose to stay forever at their current difficulty and deliberately stall their progress, or forcibly advanced to the next difficulty and were passively stalled there.
“Cain, are you coming back to the pasture district with me? When the Disciple war begins, it will be more convenient to communicate face to face,” Amos suggested, sending a party invite and asking Lin Xun to come back with him so they could form a party and fight together.
Lin Xun thought about it and declined his offer.
“Brother, what era do we live in? Opening a voice chat is enough to solve any communication issue. If you want a video call, I will not object either.”
Amos thought it over and found that reasonable, then pointed at the subordinates behind him.
“These two subordinates are arranged by Lord Vishnu. As your big bro, I do not intend to take advantage of you. We will take one each. You pick first.”
Lin Xun opened the car door, turned his head, and smiled faintly. “Bro, what is the point of drawing lines between us? Both of these subordinates are yours to command. I trust you.”
With that, he waved, got into the car heading to the airport, and left Amos with a dashing view of his back.
Amos stood there dazed, lost in thought, while the two black-robed subordinates also stopped and silently remained in place.
It was a long while before he came back to his senses. He could not help sighing. “There is indeed a reason why Cain has caught the Master’s special attention.”
“This level of magnanimity is something I am far from matching.”
No matter how much Amos wracked his brain, he would never think that the reason Lin Xun did not want subordinates was simply that he felt subordinates got in the way and stopped him from going all out.
On the plane, Lin Xun had just put on a blindfold and closed his eyes for a nap when a line of text suddenly lit up in the darkness of his vision.
[You have received an important letter from Messiah. Please check it in the Book of Letters or Resting Page.]
He pulled out his phone and opened the letter.
[Messiah: The old world is about to be destroyed. Every Apostle with devout faith has a chance to enter the New World.]
[But to push open the doors of the New World, one needs not only devout, unwavering faith, but also the courage and strength to look down upon all beings.]
[Do you have the qualifications to follow the Savior to the Promised Land? Do you have the qualifications to spread the gospel in the new world alongside the Savior?]
[Only you can prove it yourself.]
[The Disciple war is the grand stage on which you prove your greatness.]
Lin Xun could not help but sneer.
The Master’s letter was clearly a mass mailing. No matter how pretty the wording, it could not change the fact that the Disciple war was nothing more than an arena. Its goal was simply to select the fiercest gladiators.
Once the slave master had gathered a sufficient batch of powerful gladiators, he would use them as bargaining chips to make a huge bet.
He would bet that the unstoppable terrifying invader would need followers and supporters, would accept the allegiance of a powerful slave master and a group of fierce gladiators.
He would bet that after the slave master helped the invader destroy the real world, the invader would lead them to the next New World.
At the end of the letter was an attachment, the invitation to the Disciple war.
“If you want to rapidly upgrade your strength, the pasture districts of a few lower-ranked Disciples are far from enough.”
A cold light flashed in Lin Xun’s eyes.
In the Disciple war, he was determined to let his edge show, with no need to hide his strength anymore.
Because the more potential he displayed and the stronger he appeared, the more he would become the kind of bargaining chip the Master needed.
Only then could he control a vast amount of resources, advance at the fastest speed, and have any chance at accomplishing that nearly impossible goal.
“This time, I will be the one who stirs a bloody storm.”