novelraw Chapter 589: This, Too, Counts as the Devil’s "Assimilation Method"
Chapter 589: This, Too, Counts as the Devil’s "Assimilation Method"
Perfect Life talked to himself for a long time, but he wasn’t really trying to persuade anyone;
he was sorting out his own thoughts.
He realized that the game, both overtly and covertly, had dug an enormous trap for Sin.
Aside from the faction flip and everyone ganging up on him, the selection of invitees was also highly suspicious.
A group of players bribed and scheming to backstab him—these opportunists might, at worst, become traitors to the people in the future.
Sun, that die-hard power-seeker who always wanted to fight Sin.
Blank and Chiyo Eine, both of whom clearly had poor relations with Sin.
The world’s number two, his most direct competitor;
who won or lost could directly affect the highest-level interests.
The world’s number three, the Creator, who would obviously help Sin—yet he was not here! That meant he hadn’t even been invited.
This kind of devilish calculation, planning for every eventuality just to make Sin die here, sent a chill through him.
Only because the Death Messenger herself wasn’t particularly brilliant, and because Sin’s life-or-death strength far exceeded expectations, had things reached this point. He admitted to himself that he couldn’t pull it off.
And if Sin really died here, who would get such a direct chance to oppose the game next?
If this world’s current state is a rehearsal for Earth’s future, what would they do?
The gods in this game already had virtually unlimited freedom. Except that some gods apparently still couldn’t personally intervene, almost anything else was possible.
As time passed, the game’s nature had already turned rotten.
Rules left unclear, divine envoys taking the field at will, even the rules could be altered on a whim...
This could not be labeled merely as high game difficulty;
it was the game’s creators taking whatever they needed according to their desires.
Deep inside Perfect Life, he had always harbored a savior fantasy—a hero complex anchored by perfection—and naturally identified with that role.
Although he had always felt personality clashes with Sin, at least he was far better than the likes of Yang Feng.
Was helping the Death Messenger by any means necessary to make Sin die here—thus becoming the so-called world number one—really that important?
If his own world ever faced the same day as this one, could he truly resist effectively and turn the tide?
Could he become the Jiang Yuan of his world? Among the players in this world, how many would be willing to become a Jiang Yuan?
He didn’t want to think about it. So, while Sin, this exceptional individual, could withstand such overwhelming pressure and confront an unfair game, he certainly could not miss this chance.
Who cared about factions? Whether he wanted to be a Saint or a Devil was his decision;
he needed not heed the game’s settings!
So he chose to turncoat outright, abandoning his direct competition with Sin and, under the identity of a Saint, helping the Devil King.
The Halberd in his hand swung out traces of afterimages. Blinding light suppressed all the angels from approaching;
for a moment they could not even reattach the chains to him.
Yang Feng stared at Perfect Life, forced to accept this outrageous behavior. His face twisted in fury.
“What a brainless idiot, always trying to self-destruct. Is that your kind’s specialty?”
Answering him was the wind-bloated Halberd. Perfect Life, who already had spatial abilities, arrived in a blink. The weapon in his hand swept horizontally, nearly shearing Yang Feng’s head off!
That cross-space attack was hard to judge with normal speed;
impossible to guard against. Yang Feng dodging it at all already spoke to his considerable skill.
“If you want to fight me, you’d better start worrying about your personal safety.”
Perfect Life said coldly. Perhaps Sin’s outrageousness had made many forget his strength.
With Perfect Life’s full-strength intervention, Sin’s pressure dropped significantly, and he could finally devote himself fully to battling the Death Messenger.
Perfect Life’s choice also greatly surprised Xie Antong. She had thought there’d be no room left to maneuver, and that only Lu Ce’s dying or not could determine whether the Death Messenger would be eliminated.
But now, with Perfect Life extending such a chivalrous helping hand, everything seemed to gain a glimmer of hope.
Moreover, she keenly sensed that after Perfect Life’s betrayal—even though he hadn’t turned into a Devil—the Death Messenger’s aura had dimmed for a moment.
Wait... could the faction conversion be arbitrary like that? Could it actually be possible?!
In reality, wanting to be any faction was casual;
the game merely assigned a faction to define ultimate winners and losers.
If you could, by your actions, sway opponents to directly support you, wouldn’t that also essentially count as a conversion?!
In a moment of irrational hope, Xie Antong’s mind leaped, and she found a sliver of what might be a turning point.
So, watching the tidal clash of energies in the sky that was clearly out of her reach, she transmitted some information to Chiyo Eine.
Chiyo Eine froze for a moment, puzzled as she looked toward Xie Antong in the air, but received an affirmative nod in reply.
She had no choice but to descend, flying down and landing beside Jiang Yuan, casually tossing him two perfect vials of potion.
“You’re not getting up from that wound anytime soon?”
Jiang Yuan struggled to sit on the ground, unsure why these people had come.
“Aren’t you the savior of this world? Why does no one recognize you?”
“The whole world is following the Death Messenger now, letting Her strength grow. It seems you truly have been abandoned.”
Jiang Yuan was no fool;
he immediately realized something. Without waiting for the potions to finish repairing him, he drank and began to shout.
His voice carried for miles;
with his power he announced to the whole city and even to other cities:
“He is not the Saint Lord, he is the Devil King in the stories!”
“I am Jiang Yuan, wake up! You should not remain forever asleep as marionettes!”
Jiang Yuan’s voice was full of resentful indignation;
it was the first time he had spoken to his people so directly.
Some people began to emerge from their meditations;
some looked around in bewildered fear.
They had forgotten much, but Jiang Yuan’s name still resonated deep in their souls.
Perfect Life was surprised to find that the golden energy continuously pouring into the Death Messenger’s body seemed to lessen a bit.
Feeling the Death Messenger weaken once again, Xie Antong clenched her fist.
So it was true! There was such a hidden, latent rule!