Universe 03.
The flames of war were still raging, erupting in tens of thousands of worlds. The territory controlled by the Imperium was gradually expanding. The masterminds behind the Reincarnation Game also began to enter the battlefield and confront the Imperium. The dimensions of those wars were beyond the comprehension of mortal minds.
Percy also felt insignificant in such wars. That situation made him very distressed.
And it also made him more determined.
What others could do, he could definitely do too.
One day, he would rely on his own efforts to ascend to the highest throne, become the most awesome person, and those who had bullied him would all kneel at his feet.
On the giant Imperial war platform in rest area number 6130.
Percy, who had fused with the bloodline of Dark Zeus, received a new mission. To hunt down a Reincarnation Game player who had continuously sniped sixteen hundred Imperial players. That was definitely a tough opponent. The reward was also generous enough.
Coupled with some previous accumulation, it was enough for him to go from an SSS-level player to an SSSS-level player.
People die for wealth, birds die for food.
As long as there was enough profit, Percy dared to trample on everything in this world. The teleportation platform was boundless. The towering teleportation metal pillars shone continuously, sending players to different battlefields and mission locations. To complete their missions.
**Player Percy, confirm to go to the Sahara Ruins battlefield?**
The teleportation platform popped up a confirmation window.
Percy skillfully reached out and clicked confirm.
A strong light enveloped him, engulfing him.
Another day of grinding.
Every time he teleported, Percy would have a very strange feeling.
It was as if he had entered a vacuum of time.
Both his body and soul were enveloped by primordial, unopened darkness. The flow of time had returned to zero, or rather, there was no time at all.
He lost his sense of time during the teleportation process.
What replaced it was a sense of transcendence, a feeling of crossing over everything from beyond everything.
It was a wondrous state that was neither life nor death.
He felt as though he was only one step away from those eternal truths and the ultimate mysteries of all things.
As long as he opened his eyes, all of it would be displayed before him.
As his strength grew, this feeling became increasingly intense.
Percy had tried many times, wanting to see if he could open his eyes during the teleportation process.
He wanted to see the true appearance of this world.
He wanted to understand the mysteries of this universe, to know the fundamental logic that made up all things.
Unfortunately, every time he teleported, he was unable to get his wish.
When he recovered from the strong light, he was already standing in a city ruin. The remains of tall buildings were charred black, and rubble and debris were visible everywhere. Traces left by magic and technology were scattered throughout every corner of the ruins. The war between the Imperium and the Reincarnation Game had destroyed this place. The society built around players as its center was completely destroyed.
Percy scanned his surroundings.
Confirming that these should be the remnants left behind by a bizarre dungeon instance called "Widow's Revenge". This instance told the story of a young wife who became a widow after her husband died, was treated as a communal wife by the men in the village, subjected to endless humiliation and violation, and finally rose up in resistance to destroy the entire village.
Players entering this instance could participate, choosing to assist the widow, who had turned into a vengeful spirit, in completing her revenge and conquering her.
Or they could help the villagers dismantle the widow's revenge and conquer her.
Regardless of which faction they chose, players only needed to complete the mission to clear the instance and leave.
Of course, only one side could win in this process, as there was only one widow.
Any faction could have multiple players.
Players who failed to clear the instance were naturally treated as sacrifices.
However, the truth behind this matter was not that simple.
Percy had once obtained an empire intelligence analysis.
Behind this instance, a monster that fed on lust and extreme desires was being nurtured.
After players chose to help the widow, the vengeful spirit would transform into a young woman wearing a kimono, with a pure appearance and gentle speech.
She would use subtle means to incite players to slaughter the villagers.
She wouldn't speak directly, but after physical temptation and intimacy, she would reveal her past scars.
As long as that player believed they were overflowing with dominance and couldn't tolerate their woman being treated that way, they would erupt in anger for the sake of beauty. The monster's goal would then be achieved.
A grand drama interwoven with desire and hatred was enough to feed it.
Even if players chose the villagers' faction, as long as they showed a hint of lust, they would be attracted by the ubiquitous temptations.
While in the villagers' faction, players would discover during investigations that the villagers' family ethics had collapsed, and their moral standards were virtually non-existent.
After all, how high could the moral standards of a village that could bully a widow be!!
To put it simply, this instance was a case of everyone being evil.
As long as players were willing to spend a little or waste a bit of time doing some tasks, they could indulge in various high-end experiences like sisters, mother-daughter, father-son, brothers, and so on.
Both male and female players could return fully satisfied.
Don't think that in a life-or-death crisis, people can resist vulgar physiological desires.
Facts have proven that unless they face a life-or-death crisis immediately, people will not abandon their physiological desires.
Sometimes players would become immersed in it, not caring about delaying their mission progress.
Such players would generally be eliminated, but it didn't affect their ability to indulge in pleasure while they were alive.
Because players often walked the line between life and death for a long time, their ways of venting were often bizarre and varied.
Don't doubt players' preferences. There's nothing ordinary people can't imagine that they can't do.
After entering the dungeon ruins, Percy took a deep breath.
Using breathing techniques to adjust his state. Turning himself into a emotionless killing machine. This was no longer the previous mission trial mode, but a real war. There would be no more mission or rule restrictions; as long as he could kill the enemy, any method was permitted. The smell of decaying corpses and the scent left after artillery bombardment drifted through the ruins. The main resistance forces of the Reincarnation Game had been destroyed. The dungeons of this world were also simply and decisively wiped out by the Imperium. That creature had already been killed by the Primaris Marines.
Its blood and death polluted this world.
It was not suitable for large-scale colonization; it needed to be completely purified before it could become a standard empire world.
Such worlds were the most awkward.
Its problems weren't major, and the Imperium wouldn't invest military forces in such worlds. The remaining weirdness and pollution were things ordinary people couldn't resolve.
Most of the Imperium players' missions were precisely these.
Aside from the pollution left by the killed monster, there were also some guerrilla groups formed by Reincarnation Game players wandering here.
Percy's mission was to come here to eliminate the Reincarnation Game player who had been continuously sniping empire players.
With each breath, patterns emitting a bizarre aura appeared on Percy's body surface.
Covering his entire body. The curse patterns densely interwoven, causing him to undergo a certain transformation.
His aura became increasingly faint.
Eventually, he even completely lost his breath.
When Percy opened his eyes, they were completely black.
He had lost all human characteristics, not even having body temperature or breath. The crisis on Sacrifice Island had nearly cost him his life, but he had also gained some benefits.
Ghostification was one of these special abilities. This ability allowed him to infiltrate many places; even with an infrared detector, his presence couldn't be seen.
Unfortunately, such strength was still insufficient to deal with the Imperium's intelligence director - Paul. That bastard who had once abandoned him to die.
Percy wouldn't forget what the driving force was behind him crawling out of hell.
He would never let go of anyone who had once bullied him.
Aided by Ghostification and the bonus from the Dark Zeus bloodline.
Percy moved through the ruins, extending his psionic senses to a range of three kilometers, gathering information, carefully parting the grass like a hunter searching for his prey. There were many types of dungeon worlds.
Some worlds were divided into areas of varying sizes, forming different dungeons; there were no living beings there, only NPCs created by the Reincarnation Game for the dungeons.
Another type was a world composed of a certain species, just like the Vampire World that Clovis had previously wiped out.
Vampires served as NPCs for the trial dungeons.
Completing sacrifices through game after game, offering tributes to their deity. There was also a type that originated in worlds that had joined the Reincarnation Game; the Reincarnation Game established an image area through some means to serve as a dungeon.
Besides these, there were even more different types of dungeons.
And the "Widow's Revenge" instance was the third type.
It was an instance that parasitized the real world.
Players entered the instance through the Reincarnation Game, and after it ended, the instance's restrictions would disappear.
At this time, players could choose to return directly to the Reincarnation Space or stay in the local area for a period of time.
Bad money drives out good money is a rule that works in any world that joins the Reincarnation Game. The original social order would collapse under the impact of players.
Despicable and shameless players would fare better than kind-hearted players. The more malicious and shameless the player, the longer they often lived.
All worlds that joined the Reincarnation Game would inevitably become player-supremacy worlds under the rules of the Reincarnation Game. This world was naturally no exception. The arrival of the Imperium could be said to be a kind of salvation.
People were able to escape the oppression of players and rebuild a relatively peaceful and mutually respectful order.
Unfortunately, such beauty did not arrive as promised by the Imperium.
At least so far, it hasn't appeared, which has also caused some people to become dissatisfied with the Imperium. They clearly promised a future but failed to deliver.
Many people regarded it as deception, and some even secretly missed the player era.
At least they still had a seemingly normal life.
People who survived the war wandered through the ruins, barely maintaining their lives by relying on supplies distributed by the Imperium. The Imperium had established a preliminary order here, maintained by some players who received missions.
Players are numerous, each with their own strengths.
Not everyone is good at combat missions.
Some players are skilled in scientific research.
Some players are better at managing and farming. The Imperium also launched missions for these players to manage and purify this polluted land.
Unfortunately, these measures did not improve the lives of the survivors. The people of this world still live in dire straits.
A portion of the Reincarnation Game players are hidden among those survivors. They are extremely cunning, using various means to evade the Imperium's encirclement and suppression, and seeking opportunities to launch counterattacks against the Imperium.
Not only do they destroy important production buildings, but they also seek opportunities to severely damage the farming players. They want to use guerrilla warfare tactics to plunge the Imperium into an endlessly annoying security war, thereby wearing down this invader. To be honest, Percy finds the Imperium's 'bleeding-heart' behavior completely incomprehensible.
If you can't tell who the enemy is, then don't bother distinguishing; just wipe them all out directly.
As long as they deploy one of those battleships, the cleanup work can be completed in just a few hours, leaving this world clean and spotless, absolutely no problem at all!!
Why bother with all this trouble!!
Percy, grumbling inwardly, had no intention of showing himself.
He chose to hide in the darkness, searching for traces of the enemy. This mission is extremely important to him.
If it goes smoothly, he will soon be an SSSS-rank player. This is a height he had never imagined reaching.
War is absolutely the best means for an individual to improve their social status and strength.
As long as you're ruthless enough, willing to fight, and have a bit of luck, it's easy to gain wealth unimaginable in peacetime.
Percy knows very well that it was the war between the Imperium and the Reincarnation Game that made him who he is.
A group of people were resting in a relatively intact building. They took an empty chemical drum and built a fire inside using wood.
Many empty wine bottles were scattered nearby.
Clearly, these guys were numbing themselves with cheap alcohol.
Recently, those tumors have started acting up again.
Lower your voice, they'll kill you. Those people are resistance fighters.
Hmph, resistance fighters. They're just a pack of wild dogs driven out by the Imperium. They want us to lack food and supplies so they can force us to resist the Imperium.
I disagree with you. You've been deceived by the Imperium's propaganda. They are invaders; this universe doesn't belong to them. Then who does this universe belong to? Does it belong to that guy who doesn't wear clothes and was nailed to a cross?
It belongs to us. This universe belongs to us, and the Imperium is the invader.
First, you better fucking pray you don't get raped by a passing player and then have your neck snapped, *then* you can talk nonsense about this universe belonging to you!!
You're full of misunderstandings about the player group. There are good people among them and bad people. Some players are still trying to protect this universe and fighting bravely; they are heroes.
Your brain is full of shit. I've seen many atrocities committed by those players; sometimes they can barely be called human. That's the Imperium slandering them. Do you have photos or videos to prove it?? the Imperium claims to save us, yet they make us live in ruins, surviving day by day on meager supplies. Even if things were worse when players ruled before, could they be worse than now? Listen to what those damned Imperial people say: 'Although your homeland was destroyed, you have gained the opportunity to move towards a new era'? Is this the 'new era' they preach? Barely surviving in a ruined world full of dead bodies.
At least you can choose to die freely, without worrying about your soul being bound and becoming a puppet or a plaything. Don't say anything good about the player era to me; that world was a world of beasts and slaves. It only looked good to you because you were seeing it from a player's perspective. They were high above, enjoying a good life, so naturally they felt that era was worth remembering. Those people were gathered together, arguing fiercely, their faces flushed red.
Alcohol made them impulsive, easily angered and out of control like primitive animals.
Percy found their argument boring.
Such a debate was meaningless to him.
No matter which side they took, his assessment of them was 'utter idiots'.
Only the weak rely on others; true powerhouses always walk alone.
No matter which era they are in, the strong will always find opportunities to become stronger; only the weak will feel sorry for themselves and complain.
Percy remained hidden in the shadows.
He collected the information he needed from the conversation of those fools. The young girl who kept defending the player era caught Percy's attention.
He wasn't particularly fond of the Imperium.
But for ordinary people, the Imperium was definitely a better choice than the player era.
A non-player firmly siding with the players. There must be something wrong. The corner of Percy's mouth curved slightly upwards; it seemed he had found a lead.
Now it was time to consider how to unravel the thread.
Even if the person behind her wasn't the target he was looking for.
But just capturing those guerrilla players would also be a merit.
After waiting for a long time, the refugees finally finished their argument. The girl ran out angrily.
Clearly, she was angry because of her elders' prejudice. They supported the Imperium's invaders and were unwilling to support the local players.
She walked towards a certain part of the ruins, entering through an underground tunnel.
She eventually reached a hidden room. There was an exceptionally handsome man there.
His appearance was strikingly handsome, his features distinct as if sculpted, and on his forehead was a bewitching petal-shaped mark.
His straight nose looked sharp in the dim light.
He wore a slightly tight black outfit, highlighting his perfect physique.
Such a man was a killer of countless women.
Just his face alone was enough to make those idiots scream.
In the room, there were also many women. They generally looked young, around their early teens.
Even during the era when players were in control, they were still enjoying the protection of their families. Thanks to the increased productivity brought about by the technology the Reincarnation Game players brought back from the Reincarnation Space, they, who had never experienced the darkness of society or the horrific crimes committed by players, viewed this world with a natural filter. The crimes of players would not appear in newspapers or news.
Any criticism of the player group could potentially bring terrible danger.
Even if all life in a city was slaughtered by enraged players, there would never be any reports.
Anyone who protested, tried to expose the truth, or accused the perpetrators ultimately met a tragic end.
Societies that had entered the industrial age with media and news outlets mostly sang praises and flattered those lawless players in every way.
Even if hundreds of living people were burned into mummies in a public square before everyone's eyes, according to the media, it was a necessary measure taken by players to maintain the existing order, based on the interests of the public.
Public opinion propaganda could often deceive those who didn't know the truth.
Only when they personally experienced the terror of the players would they wake up.
It's so infuriating! How could uncles and elders slander Brother like that!! Brother is so handsome, how could he be a bad person?" The girl entered the hidden room, waving her hands angrily. The man was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Under the stunned gaze of the girls, Percy, who had been following, suddenly attacked. The bronze sword was tightly gripped in his hand.
Eerie curse patterns completely covered him, causing his whole body to emit a terrifyingly cold aura.
Imperial Player!" the incredibly handsome man shouted in terror.
He pulled out an item and shouted, "Wooden Knight's Shield."
A shield inscribed with countless complex runes appeared before Percy, attempting to block his attack. The bronze sword in Percy's hand erupted with fierce sword light, directly piercing through the wooden shield.
With lightning speed, he cut off the handsome man's arm, and while the other party screamed repeatedly, he placed the sword blade at his throat.
I ask, you answer. If you get even one answer wrong, I will cut your throat."