Chapter 89

He knows!

A thunderclap exploded in Yang Yi’s mind.

What else does he know? Has he discovered something? Does he know about the faint connection between me and the demon god?

Though Yang Yi struggled to maintain a blank expression, her eyes, subtle facial changes, and breathing rate betrayed everything—more honest than words to a psychologist skilled in mental and psychological control.

“Oh~” Davies smiled faintly. “Your expression has already revealed everything.”

Yang Yi said nothing, lowering her lashes to hide her emotions as her telekinesis spread infinitely.

Rather than arguing with someone who isn’t here, it’s better to do something practical.

"So, are you now human—or some kind of—aberration?" Davies’ smile was warm, yet his voice trembled with barely contained excitement. "To be fully invaded by the Shokunin race and still retain self-awareness, still recover—it’s unimaginable! Unless the god favors you, unless you are the god’s chosen, unless the dark matter granted to you by the god is the source of your power, then you are a true, genuine aberration."

“Isn’t your so-called god also an aberration?” Yang Yi said coldly.

“The god does not care about human blasphemy, just as humans do not care about ants’ defiance,” Davies replied, unmoved by her sarcasm, still calm.

He paused, adjusting his expression. The gentle smile vanished; his voice turned solemn and icy: “Then, can you tell me—who, that day in Wucheng, dared to speak the Lord’s true name, even just the first syllable?”

The Lord’s true name… the first syllable…

A lightning bolt flashed through her mind, unearthing the memory of that day.

“Say my name!” She remembered saying.

"Bao..." the Shokunin had uttered the first syllable.

Yang Yi froze rigid, as if a hole had been drilled into her skull and a bucket of icy water, thick with frost, had poured straight in—this freezing water soaked through her organs, blood vessels, bone marrow, flesh, and every pore with a chilling dread.

She—Yang Yi—was the demon god Davies revered? She was the root cause of dark matter’s corruption of Earth? She was the shadow behind the rampant alien lifeforms on Earth?

Yang Yi turned her stiff head slowly, her gaze meeting mountains of corpses. Her numb body suddenly trembled.

Was she, truly, the fundamental cause of so many deaths?

“Yang Yi, though our ideologies differ—you wish to save all of humanity, while I believe it’s impossible; only by saving some and abandoning others can human civilization endure—yet fundamentally, we are the same. We share the same goal: saving humanity,” Davies said calmly, his tone brimming with unparalleled pride and conviction, coaxing gently:

“But now we have a common enemy—he dares to speak the Lord’s true name! That is grave sacrilege! It will provoke the Lord’s wrath! Even if the god merely turns His gaze toward this place, it will unleash a cosmic storm, and countless worlds will fall like bird nests from trees—in your Xia country’s words, under an overturned nest, no egg remains intact.”

Yang Yi did not hear what Davies was saying. Her mind was a primordial chaos, thoughts like turbulent currents clogging her thoughts.

She was the demon god? No—this was the most absurd thing in the world! She was Yang Yi!

She was born in Yang Town on the North China Plain; her father died early, abandoned by her mother at age three, graduated from Yang Town Primary School, then Town No. 2 Middle School, then high school in the city, graduated from Xicheng University, worked in Haibei City—she was once a low-paid accountant earning four thousand yuan a month, she had her own secret base, she loved the sea, she loved Chris—everything about her had a traceable history!

How could she possibly be some damn demon god?

Yet countless questions surged at once—if she wasn’t the demon god, why did the life-force offered to the demon god rush toward her? Why could she not feed on humans, only on intelligent life-forms? Why did every alien intelligent species she encountered address her as “Supreme and Unsurpassed…”? Why did the Shokunin call her “Bao”?

At this moment, she did not know where she was, what she was doing, or who she was…

No! No! What kind of god is this weak?

In Davies’ account, their god was omnipotent—merely a wave of the hand, countless worlds perished; a tiny planet like Earth was beneath His notice! What was she?

Yang Yi’s taut nerves relaxed for an instant; a surge of intense relief flooded her heart, nearly making her faint with exhilaration.

At this moment, her weakness had saved her.

Finding this thought brilliant, she immediately deepened it—yes, if I were the demon god, would my uncle… them treat me like this? Would I have been too poor and shabby in school to make friends or fall in love? Would I be so weak, so powerless, so mediocre and cowardly?

Would a god be like this? Never! So I am certainly not some damn demon god!

Suddenly, her breathing felt free again; even the two blood moons in the sky looked tolerable.

“…Though the Lord has not yet fully awakened, His sacred day of awakening is imminent…”

Davies’ fragmented words reached her ears—has not yet fully awakened…

Her mind roared like a hostage who thought he’d escaped, only to be shot in the head by the kidnapper.

$￥

Yang Yi had been inside for one hour and twenty-eight minutes.

The Xia country experts had just arrived and were busy installing equipment near the giant hole.

“The dark matter fluctuations seem to have calmed…” Wei Chang’an’s voice came through the radio.

Chen Yushu and Wei Chang’an had descended into the depths of the giant hole with detection equipment and wired radios—Chen Yushu collected samples from within the hole, while Wei Chang’an monitored energy fluctuations.

Other nations were doing the same.

“The detector shows… the spatial fluctuations have stopped too!” Wei Chang’an reported again, his voice tinged with alarm.

Director Zhou acted instantly: “Evacuate immediately!” As he spoke, the automatic winch beside them began to operate, pulling the two men upward.

Detection teams from other nations also observed this abnormal result and withdrew.

The decision proved correct: as they rose, the giant hole trembled slightly, emitting a sound wave too low for human ears to hear from its deepest depths.

Then, faint semi-transparent lines began to slowly appear in the sky above the hole, as if an invisible brush were painting in the air.

These semi-transparent lines grew brighter, radiating outward from the hole, gradually covering the entire capital’s sky. People poured out of homes, offices, and buildings, gazing upward at the celestial phenomenon.

If someone could fly high enough into the sky, they would see the semi-transparent lines connecting to form a circular structure—like a altar.

And the lines continued to stretch, as if aiming to cover all of Britain…