My Law Alone: I Became a God Within a Dream

Chapter 4 : Anchor Point

Chapter 4: Anchor Point

Huang Xing sat atop the totem pole, yet felt a wave of disorientation. He had the vague sense that he had spent a very, very long time within that darkness.

“God!”

A joyful voice rang out.

He came back to his senses and saw Apollo kneeling excitedly beneath the totem pole.

But the boy before him was clearly different from the one in his memory.

His figure had grown taller, his shoulders broader. The face that once still carried a trace of baby fat had now become sharp and well-defined.

Though still a child, most of his childishness had faded, replaced by the firmness of a warrior and a leader.

“He’s grown…”

The thought flashed through Huang Xing’s mind, even carrying a hint of teasing, as if noting how children seemed to change with each passing day.

Just as Huang Xing was thinking “children really grow fast,” a vast amount of information flooded into his consciousness.

Fragments of countless images, traces of changing seasons, bits and pieces of the tribe’s development.

New thatched huts had been built, the population had increased, children chased and played in the open space…

All the information converged into a clear concept of time:

Two years.

Only then did he realize that two years had already passed within this dream!

During these two years, due to stable food supplies and the improvements brought by cooked food, the tribe had grown from just over thirty people to more than fifty.

Huang Xing understood, while also feeling a trace of emotion.

This time, with a slight movement of his thoughts, he discovered that he was no longer confined to the top of the totem pole.

With a light step, he drifted down from the several-meter-high pole and arrived in front of Apollo.

He reached out and placed his hand on the boy’s hair.

A faint trace of time-worn depth, unnoticed even by himself, lingered in his voice:

“Apollo.”

Although Apollo could not see the god, he could clearly feel that familiar, vast and gentle gaze descending once more. He could even feel the god softly stroking his hair.

Tears streamed down his face at once, his heart filled with happiness.

“God!”

After two years, he had finally received the god’s response again!

……

Huang Xing returned to the top of the totem pole and began to think about the connection between that place of darkness and this world.

He remembered that it was upon hearing Apollo’s voice that he had returned here.

“Anchor point.”

The term suddenly came to mind.

He understood now—because he had bestowed divine grace upon Apollo, that power had not only changed the boy but had also established a mysterious connection between them that transcended time and space—an anchor point.

Thus, Apollo had become the coordinate anchoring him to this other world.

This realization brought a trace of concern.

He speculated that he might be gradually drifting away from this world under the influence of some force.

Until one day, when the connection of the anchor point would no longer be sufficient to pull him back, he would lose this world forever.

However, based on what he currently knew, he was not without options. There were two solutions.

First, increase the number of anchor points.

If there were more individuals like Apollo who carried his divine grace, then the force anchoring this world would naturally become stronger and more stable.

Second, strengthen his sole anchor point—Apollo.

If Apollo became stronger, the “signal” he emitted would naturally grow stronger as well, making it easier for Huang Xing to descend into this world.

However, regardless of which choice, Huang Xing was not in a hurry.

To him, this was more like an interesting process of exploration.

The number and strength of anchor points only affected the speed and stability of his “descent” into this place.

But as long as Apollo existed, he would eventually find his way back.

At that moment, a burst of noise drew his attention.

……

“Apollo, our prey was stolen!”

A man covered in blood ran back to the tribe and spoke to Apollo.

“Was it them again?”

Apollo’s voice sank.

Though phrased as a question, his tone was certain.

About half a year ago, a group calling themselves the “Sun” Tribe had migrated nearby and settled in the area.

At first, the two sides kept to themselves, each hunting independently.

But when the “Sun” Tribe discovered that nearly half of Apollo’s tribe consisted of women and children…

Their attitude suddenly changed. They began openly seizing the hard-earned prey of Apollo’s people.

Conflicts had occurred frequently ever since.

Although the “Sun” Tribe had the advantage in numbers,

with Apollo’s strength far beyond that of ordinary people, the two sides had remained in a stalemate, and his tribe had not suffered losses.

“It’s them.”

A fierce glint flashed in Apollo’s eyes—something Huang Xing had never seen before.

“Let’s go! We’ll take the prey back!”

A year ago, in order to train the tribe members, Apollo had divided the hunting party into two teams, taking turns leading them.

He knew well that the tribe could not rely on him alone forever—everyone had to grow into a qualified warrior.

Very quickly, the first hunting team, which had been resting in the tribe that day, assembled. Under Apollo’s lead, they departed with murderous momentum.

Huang Xing very much wanted to follow and see how primitive humans fought, but he discovered that he could only remain within the altar’s range and could not leave. Thus, he had no choice but to give up.

However, because Apollo was his “divine child,” he could “see” what was happening around Apollo.

He saw both sides confronting each other in a forest clearing. The “Sun” Tribe had superior numbers, each of them wearing fierce expressions.

When Apollo saw the fresh wounds on his tribesmen and their weakened state, his eyes instantly reddened, and his fury erupted like a volcano!

“Ah—!”

He let out a roar, like an enraged young lion—though still young, he was no less ferocious.

With a swing of the spear in his hand, he charged headlong into the enemy ranks!

The twelve warriors following him shouted “The god protects us!” as they charged forward without hesitation. The battle erupted instantly!

……

The battle ended quickly, but it was exceptionally brutal.

Wherever Apollo passed, enemies were thrown into disarray.

In the end, the people of the “Sun” Tribe were afraid. Looking at Apollo as if he were a monster, their eyes were filled with fear.

Shouting “monster” in panic, they abandoned both the corpses of their companions and the stolen prey, fleeing the battlefield in a miserable state.

At this moment, Apollo himself was also covered in wounds.

Even though his physique far surpassed ordinary people, he was still flesh and blood and could not avoid injury.

He silently walked to a tribesman who was gravely wounded and unconscious, carefully lifting him onto his back. Looking around at his companions, who were also injured but still resolute, he said hoarsely:

“We’re going home.”

“Home!”

“Home!”

The surviving warriors shouted in response. Carrying their severely injured companions and retrieving the reclaimed prey, they followed behind their leader on the journey back.

……

Outside the tribe, the old priest held a torch, anxiously gazing into the dark forest, continuously praying:

“O great Lord of the Stars! Please protect Apollo and the others—protect them and bring them back safely…”