Chapter 1 How to Trigger It?

So, how to trigger it?

Li Ang retrieved the [Shining Dice of Destiny] from his inventory. He found it was much heavier than he'd imagined, with a cold, solid feel. Even as he held it in his fingers, the faces continued to shift, making it impossible to see clearly.

He hefted it in his hand, and a sense of déjà vu naturally surfaced in his mind, prompting him on how to use the dice.

"The previous owner of this dice was a high-level member who has already died, so this dice has become an inheritance,"

Li Ang narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "The inheritor doesn't need to participate in assessments like ordinary newbies. They only need to inject extraordinary power into the dice.

If the total amount uploaded at once is large enough, they can gain the dice's recognition and automatically become a primary member of the 'Super Best Friends Alliance'..."

"So you have to pay the principal first, then get divided into primary, intermediate, and advanced members?"

Chai Chai clicked her tongue. "The more I listen, the more it sounds like a P2P pyramid scheme... Hey, why did you put it away?"

"Mm."

Li Ang put the dice back into his inventory and said casually, "My divine power hasn't returned to 5000 yet, and my spiritual power isn't full. If I upload halfway and find I don't have enough, that would be embarrassing—it doesn't say it'll refund the principal.

I'll use it when my stats are all full."

"Oh, oh."

Chai Chai nodded, suddenly realizing something. "Hey? 5000 divine power?"

Li Ang smiled and roughly explained how he ordered the Zerg Hive units to collect amber blood. He casually rolled up his sleeves, peeled off the artificial skin covering the back of his right hand, and revealed the divine mark.

The previous Swamp Reindeer divine mark had a gray-black base, with three wooden vines overlapping to form a triangle. The outside of the triangle was flowing river water, and the inside was dotted with vines and colorful exotic flowers.

Over time, the river water would rise and fall, and the flowers and vines would wither and bloom.

Now, after incorporating the divinity of the Abyssal Starfish, the shape of the divine mark had changed.

It had become a chaotic, blurry, constantly trembling, shape-shifting sphere.

Li Ang tried using his divine power and found that, compared to before, the creative, life-giving, and healing effects of the divine power were retained.

The invasiveness and assimilation were stronger, and it also harbored a trace of destruction, death, and distortion.

The efficiency of converting faith power into divine power had also greatly improved.

What it showed was that the recovery speed of divine power was at least twice as fast as before.

"So, am I a demigod now or not?"

Li Ang sat on the wooden chair in the alchemy workshop, lost in thought.

The slight amount of divine power emanating from his body caused brilliant and colorful flowers to bloom all over the wooden chair.

Chai Chai's eyes lit up. She plucked a bunch of flowers and first wove a garland to put on her head, but found that more and more flowers grew, so she simply wove a wreath on the spot.

She was even very skillful in using black flowers to form the word "Eulogy" in the middle of the wreath.

"The books on mysteries don't say how to become a god...

Generally speaking, when a divine creature is promoted to a demigod, there should be some kind of phenomenon, right?"

Li Ang muttered, his gaze glancing at the transforming divine mark. He pondered, "Could it be that I have to trigger it myself?"

He frowned slightly and concentrated his mind on the divine mark on the back of his hand.

Boom!

A cracking roar rang in his ears. Li Ang only felt his consciousness stretch rapidly, and in a daze, he saw such a scene—

In the dark and vast space,

Dense, enormous, towering tentacles and limbs danced wildly, surrounded by a swamp covered with various kinds of green plants.

The tentacles and limbs whipped wildly, shattering the swamp.

The swamp, without the constraint of shape, re-aggregated again and again, slowly advancing with silently churning bubbles.

The two sides were at a stalemate, the battle line fluctuating back and forth.

The life form of the tentacles and limbs was more powerful, but the swamp had the advantage of being on its home turf, with a greater total amount. For a time, it was difficult to determine the winner.

Is this the resistance of the wills of the Abyssal Starfish and the Reindeer God, remaining in the divinity...

In the dark, Li Ang had a vague intuition.

Gods are immortal. Even demigods or near-death Qiling (spiritual beings bound by contract), their tenacity of life is far beyond the imagination of mortals.

All along, the broken will fragments of the Reindeer God have remained in the divine mark, but because the Reindeer God is dead, there hasn't been much movement.

After all, it is divinity that was plundered and inherited. It's okay to use it normally, but if you want to go further, you must completely erase the traces of the will of the reindeer and the Abyssal Starfish...

Li Ang stepped forward, his will rushing towards the battlefield like a surging tide.

Wherever it passed, the swamp mud was forcibly flattened, like a still, ancient well.

The tentacles and limbs also stopped abruptly, as if struck by lightning.

However, the next second, the swamp and the limbs suddenly woke up. The will fragments remaining in the divinity were furious.

A mere mortal dares to destroy the will of a god?

The swamp stirred up a twenty-meter-high tsunami, and the tentacles and limbs crashed down like collapsing tall buildings.

Li Ang looked up, took a deep breath, and the player panel was lit up, but the items and props inside could not be taken out, and skills could not be used either.

In other words, this is not the real world, but a battlefield of consciousness in the divine mark.

Is it a duel of the tenacity of individual will...

Li Ang took half a step forward,

Clenched his fist,

And threw it.

Whoosh—

The swamp mud seemed to be split in two by an invisible hand,

The entire tentacle and limb sank in, revealing the outline of a fist.

Li Ang stomped on the ground, and his figure leaped into the air. His arms fell violently like iron pestles, crushing the limbs deep into the mud.

Countless memory fragments that made up the personality of "Li Ang" surged up from his mind,

Those happy, sad, angry, desperate, joyful scenes flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

A long, long time ago, Li Ang also complained about the world and resented his own situation, resenting the cruelty and ruthlessness of fate.

The dark mire of despair and anger deprived him of all hope and gradually suffocated him.

If I hadn't met Wang Congshan and the director back then, what kind of person would I have become?

Maybe after Xiao Qiang died, I would have gone all the way to the bad, completely abandoned the bottom line, and acted recklessly,

Enjoying the pleasure and stimulation of destruction and playing with the rules,

Laughing silently, watching the world burn,

And finally, because of a strong self-loathing and self-destructive tendency, willingly dying at the hands of the righteous "heroes,"

Putting an end to the fate of the sad individual "Li Ang."

Li Ang tore the last tentacle and limb into two pieces, and a faint smile appeared on his face, which was stained with some mud.

The nameless anger that was ignited with the surge of memories slowly subsided.

Peaceful, firm, grateful.

In the real world, Li Ang's turbid eyes regained clarity. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and looked at the back of his hand.

The triangular swamp pattern disappeared, replaced by a moss-covered reindeer skull placed on the grass.

This is the mark that truly belongs to him.