Really?
These high-dimensional evil gods actually began to feel a sense of distrust in their hearts.
The Goblin God let out a cold laugh in the void. Compared with the other deities, it looked rather weak, yet its eyes gleamed with greed and wickedness.
“Heh heh. That’s what you say, but in the end, you still fattened up this batch of humans!
“You should understand that what we want isn’t a partial victory.
“It’s total victory.
“If even one human reaches godhood, they could overturn this entire game board.”
The God of the Undead’s face darkened. Everything it had said just now had indeed been meant to preserve its dignity and image.
It had not expected the Goblin God to expose it so bluntly.
Suppressing its anger, it spoke in a voice that sounded like countless dead souls whispering at once.
“Hmph! That was also because the Mechanical God interfered and insisted on starting a Source-level dungeon, creating ten thousand Diamond-ranked mechs!
“If those ten thousand Diamond-ranked mechs hadn’t existed, Valle might not have lost.
“What a pointless move.”
The Mechanical God’s voice rang out as well.
It sounded like countless pieces of metal scraping against one another—cold and utterly devoid of emotion.
“All conclusions must be based on data. The plan itself had no flaws.”
“No flaws? Then why didn’t those humans enter your Primordial-level dungeon directly?” the God of the Undead sneered.
“The enemy will not act according to my will. This is a matter of probability.”
The Mechanical God’s tone remained calm. “According to my calculations, the probability of her entering the Primordial-level rift was 57.3%. The remaining 42.7% consisted of unforeseen variables beyond my calculations. This is known as human nature. I do not understand the female protagonist of this scenario particularly well.”
“Unforeseen variables? You’re the Mechanical God, with computational power that reaches the heavens, and you’re talking to me about unforeseen variables?”
“Precisely because I am mechanical, I acknowledge the existence of randomness.”
The Mechanical God replied, “The behavioral patterns of organic life-forms are far more complex than those of my creations. There are variables in this game piece’s decision-making chain that I cannot access.”
For example, interference from reality, the structure of her soul, and the influence of the Primordial Gate.
The gods would never be able to fully grasp all the information about one another, either.
Without information, data, or a model to work from, the results would always be wrong.
“Although we are allies, I have no obligation to explain my plans to the others.”
After the Mechanical God finished speaking in its metallic voice, its enormous phantom slowly faded away. It would not participate in the discussions to come.
At that moment, another seductive voice drifted across the ears of every god.
“Stop arguing. If you ask me, my brood should have been sent in first. That would have given us the highest chance of success. After all, my apostle was the one who killed the male protagonist.”
Behind that alluring voice was an indescribably bloated and terrifying creature.
Its upper body resembled an enormous cockroach, while its lower body was a plump, writhing mass like a queen ant. Countless short, thick, fleshy legs slithered through the void, making everyone’s scalp crawl.
The Insect Mother!
The God of the Insect Tribe.
When it mentioned killing the male protagonist, its greasy tongue even licked around its cheeks, causing all the other gods to shudder with revulsion.
The Insect Mother was indeed powerful.
However, the order in which the various monsters appeared was not actually decided by the gods themselves. It was determined by the selection process of the Primordial Gate.
When the evil gods invaded human planets, the Primordial Gate’s system defenses were activated, keeping these high-dimensional beings outside.
They had no way to interfere with reality.
They could only clash with humanity through the games established by the Primordial Gate. As time passed, more and more loopholes—Primordial Laws—were drilled open, allowing them to eventually complete their invasion.
However, as a game system created by humanity, the Primordial Gate possessed one astonishing ability:
Rollback.
It could return to the moment when the invasion began.
But because the evil gods continued to exploit more and more loopholes, the speed of their invasions would grow faster and faster.
Once the game became a dead save, the power of the Primordial Gate would disappear completely.
Humanity’s planet would then be carved up by these evil gods, reduced to a wasteland.
At present, the Wolf God’s invasion had failed, while the God of the Undead’s invasion had suffered a fifty-percent setback.
The other gods still had a chance.
After the God of Death departed, the Wolf God soon withdrew as well.
Its greatest ability was actually subversion.
It incited internal conflict among humans. During the first and second rounds, it had been extraordinarily successful. The number of people killed by monsters had even been lower than the number killed by their fellow humans.
The third round had begun even more smoothly than the previous two. More and more people were being influenced by its divine power, to the point that its influence had even begun to affect reality.
It had become extremely arrogant. However, it had also sensed that, on the human planet, there was a region shaped somewhat like a rooster, as impregnable as a wall of bronze and iron.
It had used some of its divine power and issued a divine revelation, but in the end, it had achieved nothing.
Now that the werewolf Tuge was dead and its divine power had weakened, it could only wait and see whether the other evil gods would be able to seize this round.
For a being with its incredibly long lifespan, this was no more than the time it took a human to play a game of chess.
Being eliminated early did not mean it would remain out of the game forever.
In the next round, humanity’s breathing room would not be six months. It would be only three.
Before long, humanity’s ability to resist would continue to decline.
Ultimately, they would face a direct invasion.
The Primordial Gate’s rollback ability would become a dead save.
…
Inside the game.
Chu Fu and the others exited the Primordial-level dungeon, used Return Scrolls, and went back to Thorn City.
“Brother, don’t leave! Let’s run a dungeon together! We might have to waste a little time this time, or it’ll be very difficult for the rest of our Thorn Guild to farm the dungeon afterward!”
Chu Fu looked at Chu Feng as she spoke.
Thinking of how ruthlessly he had cut off every possible retreat earlier, Chu Feng felt guilty for the first time.
“All right. Let’s go together!”
By then, players around the world had already begun tackling the new dungeon.
After all, the Undead Apostle Valle’s Fall dungeon started at Nightmare difficulty. As long as they cleared it, they could claim both the First Clear reward and a place on the Speed-Clear leaderboard.
The attribute rewards for the two rankings were identical.
Nightmare difficulty: 15 points to all attributes.
Hell difficulty: 20 points to all attributes.
Abyss difficulty: 25 points to all attributes.
Wasteland difficulty: 30 points to all attributes.
The combined reward for the First Clear and Speed-Clear rankings was 180 points to all attributes—more than the reward for killing a single divine apostle.
Every nation went berserk.
However, an hour had passed, and no player had cleared the dungeon yet.
The dungeon could only be entered by 100 players, but its Nightmare difficulty truly was a nightmare for the players.
After all, this was a level-40 dungeon featuring an Undead Apostle with a 100% increase to its strength.
At present, level-40 players were exceedingly rare across many servers and cities.
Fortunately, the dungeon only required players to be level 40 or higher. There was no upper-level restriction.
At level 54, Chu Feng could not only enter the dungeon—he could even bring fourteen level-39 players with him.
Chu Fu quickly selected the top one hundred players by guild contribution to participate in the First Clear attempt.
Their talents were not necessarily outstanding.
But their contributions to the guild were unquestionably the greatest.
Furthermore, aside from the shareholders, the player with the highest guild contribution was unexpectedly…
[Sneaky Doggo]
He had sold the Death Scythe he had stolen—an Epic-ranked item—to the guild in exchange for contribution points.
