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Playing God in Various Catastrophic Worlds

Chapter 89: The Final War

What it felt like to possess ten billion units of faith power was something Xia Wang'an could no longer clearly recall.

At that time, she was consumed by fury, grief, and agony—much like sinking into a mire choked with filth, entirely pitch-black and perpetually plummeting downward.

Yet in this moment, with her body once again overflowing with ten billion units of faith power, Xia Wang'an felt nothing but absolute, weightless ease.

A gaping breach had been torn across the sky.

To be precise, the "cosmos" itself had ruptured.

The fallen divine kingdom of the former God of Light had materialized anew, superimposing itself over the core hive-nest of the Corrupters.

The pitch-black "cosmos" began shedding fragments piece by piece; with the detachment of each fragment, an underlying expanse of pristine white Corrupter installations was violently exposed.

Some sections housed diagnostic instrumentation, others contained tactical cartography, while bewildered Corrupters scurried back and forth in a frantic bid to "patch the firmament" upon discovering the terrestrial commotion below.

"There they are."

Without the slightest hesitation, Xia Wang'an charged directly upward.

A single slash of her blade sent a multitude of white-robed operatives plummeting amidst desperate shrieks.

A white-robed entity shrieked in panic: "Quickly summon the Divine Envoys!"

Seven Corrupters attired in glittering golden robes descended slowly from above.

Merely evaluating their theatricality, the golden-robed operatives maintained a profoundly sacred entrance; framed beneath seven descending shafts of illumination, the septet was bathed in a radiant glow that evoked a sense of profound, universal compassion.

Though their facial structures and biological genders varied, every countenance wore an identical, delicate smile infused with serene benevolence.

Yet upon closer inspection, the geometric curvature of those smiles was precisely uniform, and even their compassionate expressions appeared as though painted onto their flesh by a meticulous brush.

Xia Wang'an ignored them entirely, fixing her gaze instead upon the pitch-black abyss looming in the upper stratosphere.

"You dispatched them to obstruct me while refusing to show your own face—are you terrified of me?"

The abyss offered no response.

One of the golden-robed figures maintained his placid smile. He possessed pale blue eyes—so diluted in pigment that not a single ripple of emotion could be discerned within them:

"In terms of raw combat capacity, we indeed fall short of your magnitude."

"Yet the fundamental distinction between deities and mortals lies in the reality that mortals invariably retain vulnerabilities, whereas gods possess none."

Instantly, millions of rotating miniature temporal channels materialized across the firmament, swallowing countless white-robed operatives within their vortices.

Swift as Xia Wang'an's reflexes were, she could not slaughter every white-robed operative within such a compressed timeframe—unless she directly sacrificed the Yunxing citizens below by obliterating the sector entirely.

"Human vulnerabilities must never be exposed, yet superfluous emotions invariably betray those very weaknesses, do they not?" The golden-robed entity maintained his perpetual smile.

He hovered in mid-air, radiating solemn compassion.

Xia Wang'an lashed out with a horizontal slash, severing half of his facial structure to expose thousands of writhing, intertwined insects densely packed across the lateral contours of his skull.

The wriggling entities extended countless whip-like tentacles in a frantic bid to intercept her blade qi.

Yet across the remaining intact half of his face, an unblemished, flawless smile remained permanently fixed.

Because his laryngeal structure had suffered critical damage from the blade qi, his tranquil vocal timbre warped into a distorted, demonic screech echoing from the depths of an abyss:

——"Your vulnerability shall transform into the ultimate battlefield."

Behind her, Yuan Ning's gaze narrowed sharply: "They are all migrating toward our world."

With another swift sweep of her blade, Xia Wang'an cleaved the golden-robed entity directly in twain.

Though her outward expression remained unreadable, she executed a casual flick of her wrist, forcefully tearing open a localized temporal corridor.

The golden-robed entity's torso continued to twitch upon the astral floor; one of his bloodshot eyeballs detached from the melting flesh, spawning numerous microscopic larvae from its optic nerve while its pupil remained rigidly locked upon Xia Wang'an.

Instantly, he ceased to be a golden-robed emissary; he was the avatar of the deity itself.

His decaying lips parted rhythmically as he sloughed away from his physical matrix:

"Xia Wang'an, your supreme error lies in possessing emotion. Retain emotion, and vulnerability inevitably follows."

"I may ultimately taste defeat, but you shall never secure absolute victory."

Displaying total apathy, Xia Wang'an crushed the disembodied eyeball beneath a hurled celestial boulder: "Did we not engage in a prior exchange? What possible metric led you to deduce that Blue Star constituted a vulnerability?"

——"Hostile ingress detected—All departmental divisions on alert—Hostile ingress detected—"

Colton was maintaining his routine operational diligence, pausing intermittently to hydrate, when the emergency alarms shrieked into life, shocking him instantly to his feet.

Uncertain of the precise crisis, his musculature reflexively fell into synchronized alignment with his colleagues, executing standard evacuation drills by queuing systematically to receive assigned ordnance.

"Are these the Corrupters? Has the Corrupter vanguard breached our perimeter?!"

"Affirmative, it is an incursion! Observe the tactical feeds, everyone—recollect our prior simulation directives! Combatting Corrupters requires targeting cranial zones; if combat parity fails, immediately broadcast distress signals; upon sustaining injury, retreat directly into subterranean bunkers."

Though customarily perceived as mild-mannered, the squad leader was already fully clad in armored tactical gear, shouldering a heavy sub-caliber cannon:

"Do you all recall the conditions we endured previously? Total deprivation of sustenance, zero access to potable water; our inaugural waking sensation each morning was the pang of starvation, followed immediately by agonizing thirst."

Sweeping the heavy barrel across her shoulder, her tone burned with righteous fury:

"Presently, we have arduously secured a flourishing existence where every enterprise thrives; yet these Corrupters seek to drag us backward into those wretched years. I put the question to you all—do we consent?!"

The assembled ranks roared in unanimous defiance: "Negative!"

"Affirmative, deploy!"

Across every administrative division—the analytical cells, tactical cosmetology units, psychological support cadres, and even medical directorates—personnel stepped forth fully armored amidst the wailing sirens.

Taibai readjusted her iconic mask, ascending to a prominent rooftop to rhythmically calibrate the ritual talisman suspended at her waist.

Below her, military columns advanced at double-time toward assigned defensive sectors to safeguard civilian populations.

Zheng Shanhe marshaled successive squads of awakeners, dispatching them to critical tactical nodes based on real-time acoustic telemetry.

While numerous awakeners were mere adolescents, others displayed hair frosted with age; yet without exception, every operative executed crisp military salutes upon receiving their directives before dispersing into the fray.

Faintly audible amidst the mobilization were members of the Five Tongs Squad sprinting toward their transport vehicles:

"I have yearned to engage the Corrupters in total combat for ages; the mere recollection that our historical starvation originated from their machinations fills me with unadulterated rage."

"Squad Leader, I harbor an inquiry: does terminating Corrupters accrue tactical merit points? If merit applies, should we initiate a wager against the Blaze Squad?"

"Ah... exquisite proposition. Let me patch our comm-channel directly to Blaze Squad for a quick consultation."

Fan Aimi swept past in a blur; Zheng Shanhe rotated his shoulders: "En route to the frontlines? Together?"

"Observe the upper stratosphere," Fan Aimi gestured toward the descending legions of white-robed entities. "The entire planetary globe has transformed into the frontlines."

Shedding her heavy gloves, she rotated her ankles: "The silver lining, however, is that the entire planet comprises our dedicated [Militia]."

Had the Corrupters initiated their assault seventy years prior, they would undoubtedly have achieved absolute strategic surprise against Blue Star.

In that historical epoch, Blue Star languished in prolonged peacetime; meteor showers were absent, mutations had not yet manifested, and awakeners were entirely non-existent.

Within nations like the Xia Kingdom, numerous citizens had never even handled a functional firearm; interpersonal friction rarely escalated beyond verbal disputes and minor physical shoving.

Compared to foreign populations, the populace of the Xia Kingdom traditionally manifested a docile, gentle disposition.

Yet that applied exclusively to times of peace.

Following the cataclysmic descent of stellar debris and the emergence of mutant entities, the populace of the Xia Kingdom underwent a profound transformation.

A defining characteristic of the Xia Kingdom's cultural memory was that upon suffering a historical injury, society permanently adapted to ensure identical vulnerabilities were never re-exploited.

Having historically suffered catastrophic seismic devastation, the Xia Kingdom systematically reconstructed its residential architecture into aerodynamic spherical geometries, rendering structures impervious to tectonic collapse regardless of magnitude.

Having suffered incursions by mutant entities across five major regional sectors, the Xia Kingdom permanently stationed fortified military garrisons along every territorial perimeter, continuously expanding buffer zones to preempt external aggression.

Simultaneously, citizens residing within those interior sectors cultivated rigorous self-preservation competencies; the post-incursion era witnessed an explosive proliferation of the professional "Mutant Hunter" demographic.

As evidenced by Yuan Ning—traditionally pigeonholed as a mild-mannered research specialist—effortlessly mastering complex military armaments, contemporary Xia Kingdom society operated under an absolute total-defense paradigm.

The populace of the Xia Kingdom was fundamentally unyielding; had they lacked intrinsic fortitude, successive waves of apocalyptic meteor impacts and mutant incursions would have annihilated them generations ago.

Any civilization surviving unbroken under continuous existential threat inevitably forged a population characterized by fierce, instantaneous martial mobilization.

The populace had already demonstrated formidable resilience during peacetime privations; upon discovering that these white-robed interlopers intended to eradicate their hard-won prosperity, even septuagenarian elders eagerly grasped armaments to charge into battle.

The newly descended Corrupters projected an attitude of supreme, patronizing condescension; within their subjective perception, humanity remained diminutive and fragile as insects.

This warped perspective likely stemmed from the fact that they themselves had originated as subjugated human thralls kneeling beneath the Corrupters.

Yet humanity varied wildly in intrinsic caliber.

Boom!

A white-robed operative's thoracic cavity was blasted wide open by concentrated kinetic fire; blinking in profound bewilderment, he dropped his gaze before boiling over with incandescent rage.

Yet in the succeeding fraction of a second, a thrown tactical dart cleanly decapitated his cranium.

"Grandmother, the broadcast explicitly instructed us to target the cranial zone!" A young girl bearing regional dialect accents and unit fatigues emerged from behind an elderly woman.

"You possess advanced seniority, Grandmother; you ought to retreat into the subterranean shelter. Leave this sector to our generation."

The elderly woman trembled visibly, yet stood her ground: "In my youth, I operated assault rifles and engaged enemy forces upon the frontlines; we successfully repelled the secondary mutant wave."

The young girl countered gently: "The shelters require experienced leadership as well, Grandmother; secure the civilians down below while our squad holds the perimeter. Division of labor ensures operational efficiency."

The elder deliberated for a single second: "Very well, I shall proceed to the shelter."

While certain Corrupters wielded formidable anomalous capabilities, the vast majority relied entirely upon external technological trinkets to execute assaults.

Lacking intrinsic mastery, when matched against battle-hardened Blue Star veterans, they rapidly deteriorated into tactical disarray.

Conversely, adversarial combatants possessing C-tier or superior anomalous powers were systematically hunted down by indigenous Blue Star awakeners.

B06 threaded his way through active combat zones; garbed in standard white robes, he commanded zero hostile suspicion from neighboring Corrupters, granting him unhindered opportunities to execute opportunistic assassinations amidst the confusion.

After silently liquidating multiple targets, even the most obtuse surviving Corrupters registered the anomaly.

"B06, why are your tactical strikes consistently targeting friendly assets?"

B06 maintained a panicked veneer: "My offensive trajectories were intended for hostiles, but their evasion vectors are excessively erratic!"

Articulating the defense, he launched an immediate plasma discharge into the closest allied Corrupter.

"B06!"

B06 desperately yearned to clarify his operational status as an undercover defector, but the explosive neural collar clamped around his cervical column enforced strict operational silence; thus, maintaining his unconvincing facade of "My apologies, my targeting calibration drifted entirely," he perpetuated his methodical slaughter.

Whether this transparently contradictory rhetoric would trigger the collar's detonation sequence and terminate his biological existence was a concern B06 utterly ceased to entertain.

In truth, he had drifted into a profound state of terminal fatalism.

On one front, an catastrophic "anomaly" had transpired within the world governed by Sovereign Martial King Rong Luo, rendering the monarch's current vital status entirely unknown.

On the opposing front, he had witnessed tangible validation that the Corrupters faced absolute extinction—not through the protracted, attritional guerrilla campaigns envisioned by historical resistance factions, but via a transcendent young sovereign who had unilaterally laid siege to the cosmic hierarchy.

Yet this realization imbued him with a profound sense of tranquil validation—a liberating peace capable of rendering death entirely welcome—empowering him to embrace absolute recklessness.

Let the collar detonate him to atoms!

Prior to vaporization, he vowed to drag a multitude of Corrupters straight down to oblivion with him!

"The combatant stationed adjacent—is that individual an operative of the resistance?"

Indigenous Blue Star awakeners rapidly intercepted the anomalous combatant fighting beneath the guise of enemy raiment.

"Affirmative, empirical metrics confirm he has systematically neutralized upwards of a dozen Corrupters."

"Is his designated tactical uniform permanently sealed? Can the explosive collar be forcibly bypassed? If not, let us embellish his aesthetic presentation!"

"What constitutes the traditional rallying cry of the resistance?"

"I recall memorizing the text: 'We stand beside you.'"

Without hesitation, an awakener possessing superhuman velocity snatched up a bucket of luminous yellow pigment, hurling its viscous contents directly over B06's pristine white vestments.

The youthful operative—endowed with an enthusiastic penchant for dramatic theatricality—waved cheerily at the thoroughly befuddled B06:

"We stand beside you~"

Across all active communication bands, tactical commanders broadcasted universal alerts: "Attention all units—within Sector C, a white-robed operative saturated in yellow pigment is an authenticated friendly asset; cease all targeting vectors immediately."

An adjacent Corrupter shrieked in disbelief: "B06! And you still assert you harbor no treasonous affiliations!"

B06 maintained stubborn denial: "Treason? Can professional networking not account for my elevated social popularity?"

He offered an impassive counter-argument while an authentic smile gradually bloomed across his features.

The profound camaraderie of fighting shoulder to shoulder amidst an active combat zone possessed an intoxicating warmth.

As he smiled, his expression froze abruptly.

Hold on... exactly how did the civilian populace of Blue Star acquire intimate knowledge of the resistance's clandestine rallying cry?

High above the terrestrial plane.

A solitary Corrupter crashed violently against the tarmac, clutching its shattered ribcage in absolute, paralyzed horror as it stared upward toward the firmament.

"The Sovereign... how is this conceivable..."

B06 stiffened in absolute shock; did the unfolding reality mirror his wildest internal aspirations?

Driven by desperate yearning, he initially lacked the courage to elevate his gaze.

Yet finally, surrendering to inevitability, he slowly rotated his cranium upward.

Across the spatial rift manifesting unbidden within the celestial vault, a colossal silhouette materialized.

Arachnoid morphology, multiple abdominal segments, myriad multifaceted optics.

Even amidst active warfare, B06's habitual sarcasm evaporated instantly; his eye-contours reddened aggressively, balancing precipitously upon the threshold between hysterical weeping and exuberant laughter.

Ultimately, his customary cynical facade solidified into a complex expression mirroring both tears and profound joy as he choked out a broken whisper:

——"Sovereign Martial King..."

It was precisely Sovereign Martial King Rong Luo—the indomitable leader who had historically spearheaded campaigns to repel predatory flora, subjugate urban citadels, and shelter vulnerable populations across the Cangming realm.

Though her physical presentation bore structural divergences from his memories, within his soul, he instantly recognized the youthful, armor-clad martial sovereign whose spirit burned with unyielding brilliance.

It evoked vivid recollections of her historical campaigns when, sustaining catastrophic mortal trauma, she reclined upon her pallet with luminous, unclouded eyes while he crouched beside her, weeping uncontrollably out of pure terror.

Yet she had exhibited absolute fearlessness, smiling effortlessly as she consoled him:

“Langyue, I shall not perish.”

“Should Rong Luo fall, my final breath shall be exhaled upon the battlefield.”

Consequently, when forcibly exiled from Cangming, she survived.

When captured by Corrupters, she survived.

When cast into the mechanized farming sectors, she survived.

And presently, she had successfully cut her way back to the active theater of war.

B06 beheld the surging tides of resistance fighters pouring forth directly behind her silhouette.

The indigenous populace of Cangming constituted a minor fraction; the vast majority comprised emancipated souls liberated by her campaigns across myriad distinct worlds.

"Ha!"

Pivoting abruptly, B06 parried a lethal stealth strike executed by an intervening Corrupter.

The adversary hissed coldly: "B06! Have you lost your cognitive faculties! Do you dare raise weapons against the divine master!"

He systematically stripped away his outer white vestments, revealing beneath the authentic, time-worn combat garb characteristic of the historical Cangming era.

"My designation is no longer B06."

Laughing uproariously, he drove his blade directly through the Corrupter's corporeal core: "Commit my identity to your final memory—"

"I am Chu Langyue of Cangming."

Exquisite perfection!

Not only had Rong Luo and the Cangming resistance contingents arrived, but the active theater of combatants witnessed a blinding flash of pure luminance descend from above, resolving gradually into... a colossal luminescent sphere.

"Lux!"

Lux beat his luminous avian wings, hovering in close orbit around the divine manifestation while chirping with mild, aristocratic arrogance: "Lux-lux!"

A gentle, melodic cadence resonated directly from within the glowing sphere: "Lux, you have evidently failed to master human articulation."

"Lux!"

A white-robed operative, temporarily blinded by the celestial discharge, staggered to his feet with an expression of abyssal malevolence: "The God of Light... why has he manifested within this dimensional theater?"

Fumbling with his instrumentation, he initiated an emergency summon for regional stellar beasts.

The instant the first stellar beast materialized—

——BOOM!

A localized kinetic strike struck him squarely, driving his form violently into the fractured asphalt.

A Yunxing citizen, piloting an advanced tandem attack cruiser, maintained a vigilant targeting lock: "The Ancestor's prognostications were infallible; it transpires you wretched abominations were genuinely the masterminds orchestrating the stellar beast scourge!"

The martial ferocity of the Yunxing populace was absolute; combining formidable intrinsic physical conditioning with advanced interstellar armaments, even high-ranking Corrupters found themselves systematically outmatched.

Otherwise, the Corrupters would never have been forced to rely exclusively on protracted genetic degradation to induce systemic extinction across Yunxing.

Originally, they occupied an exalted, patronizing vantage point, observing Yunxing citizens writhe in agony beneath the crushing weight of their genetic frenzies.

Such was the anticipated trajectory—

Yet the inhabitants of Yunxing, catalyzed by Xia Wang'an, successfully shattered spatial constraints to pursue the Corrupters directly onto Blue Star, demanding total reckoning.

Countless monstrous beast-forms roared across the firmament, spearheaded by an armada numbering tens of thousands of advanced stellar dreadnoughts.

"Charge!"

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Translator's Note:

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2 extra chapters will be updated tomorrow. Have a great day!

—Siofra