Chapter 184: The Original and Strongest [Divine Annihilation Weapon], the Holy Spear of Dusk

Lighthouse.

Amid the tide of Qi revival, this strongest nation had never produced any holder of Celestial Treasures, nor any powerful psychic.

While other nations proclaimed their holders of Celestial Treasures, their strengths, and their visions for the future, Lighthouse had never made a single announcement.

But did Lighthouse truly have no holders of Celestial Treasures or powerful psychics?

Of course not.

Perhaps they pursued their own path, adhering to their own principles; perhaps they distrusted certain people and refused to expose themselves to public view.

Moreover, they had their own dream: to guide their nation back to its original form in their own way.

But that required power—and in the past, they had lacked such power.

Thus, to protect themselves, they could only hide as much as possible.

But now, there was no need to hide anymore; they had already secured the future.

“Boom!”

A brilliant column of light surged skyward, golden radiance flowing like solid substance, enveloping the surrounding area in holy luminescence.

Passersby halted, gazing upward at the column, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

Within the column, a tall figure descended slowly.

He was a man of breathtaking beauty, almost unreal: golden hair drifted gently in the surging Qi, his skin like finest white jade, faintly luminous, his features exquisitely carved as if by a god’s hand.

But what truly stunned was the holy halo surrounding him.

Six flawless white wings unfolded slowly behind him, each feather shimmering with soft golden light. Pure divine energy spread like ripples, rendering the air within a hundred meters crystal clear.

“An angel. An angel has descended!”

The crowd on the street erupted in agitation; devout believers trembled as they knelt, making the sign of the cross; elderly women wept, murmuring prayers from the Bible.

Even young people who had once utterly disbelieved in such things involuntarily held their breath, their eyes filled with instinctive awe.

Someone began softly chanting a hymn; the voice sounded especially ethereal beneath the divine aura.

On a rooftop not far away, two figures watched silently.

“A psychic who awakened as an angel?”

“He seems utterly incompatible with my ‘demon’ abilities, boss. Are you sure you want to recruit him?”

The black-clad man watched the man enjoying the crowd’s reverence, his power having broken through to Stage Three yet his psychic aura still lingering, a faint sneer on his lips.

Beside him, the East Asian man had a gentle face, a faint, almost imperceptible smile—anyone seeing him would think him a kind neighbor.

“Do you think people will more readily believe an angel or a demon? No matter how many movies you’ve seen, in reality you know who to choose.”

“Tch. Prejudice is terrifying.”

The black-clad man shrugged, but offered no rebuttal.

After all, if he weren’t a awakened demon psychic, he too would believe an angel over a demon in real life.

“But angels aren’t as easygoing as my demon. Just look at him—he’s supremely arrogant inside.”

“If he refuses to join, eliminate him.”

“I never force anyone.”

He maintained his gentle smile.

Though he heard the black-clad man’s provocation, he paid it no mind.

Angel or demon—in his eyes, they were merely tools to achieve his goal. Any psychic who broke through to Stage Three was bound to be proud.

To crush that pride required no words—only absolute power.

“You’re truly cold, boss.”

“But as Lighthouse’s second known holder of a Celestial Treasure—and the wielder of the strongest [Divine Annihilation Weapon]—you certainly have the right to say that.”

The black-clad man feigned a dramatic hand over his chest, yet his eyes gleamed with unprecedented gravity.

He still remembered vividly the day not long ago that changed his fate: when he had just broken through to Stage Three, reveling in the overwhelming power of his demon psychic ability, preparing to align with it and seek total freedom, this seemingly gentle man had suddenly appeared before him and invited him to join.

Back then, he had been so arrogant: as Lighthouse’s first known Stage Three, and a being of the mythic “demon” type, he had already envisioned countless scenarios of unrestrained indulgence.

Freedom, power, a life of utter autonomy—he, with Stage Three strength, could do almost anything he wished in the city.

Why would he ever agree to join someone’s organization?

So he had refused without hesitation, even planning to test his new power on this stranger who appeared out of nowhere.

He did fight—yet the battle ended far faster than he imagined.

In a single glance, overwhelming power crushed him utterly; the cold touch at his neck made him feel death’s approach.

Stage Three power was utterly insufficient against him. Before such absolute power disparity, he hadn’t even time to conceive resistance.

“I’ll join.”

He had spoken those words almost instinctively, his voice still trembling.

Now, though he joked and mocked on the surface, deep inside he remained ever vigilant.

The boss knew of his disloyalty, yet acted as if he didn’t care—this composure was precisely what terrified him most.

More astonishing still, the boss had voluntarily revealed his identity as a Celestial Treasure holder—and even the origin world of his treasure.

The Demon High School world: the original and strongest [Divine Annihilation Weapon], the legendary spear that slew the Son of God—the Holy Spear of Dusk!

In the Demon High School world, divine weapons were extraordinary powers created by the God of the Bible and bound to specific humans. These weapons fed on their wielder’s thoughts, evolving and growing stronger continuously.

The highest-tier divine weapons were [Divine Annihilation Weapons], capable of annihilating gods and demons; each [Divine Annihilation Weapon] possessed multiple divine weapon abilities.

The Holy Spear of Dusk was the strongest [Divine Annihilation Weapon], containing the will of the god who forged it and possessing self-awareness. As a holy spear, it carried divine power, making it extremely dangerous to demons and demonic creatures.

Hmm—he believed this was the main reason for his defeat, but in truth, it was merely a matter of sheer power disparity.

Logically, such information—even if it might be exposed later—should not have been revealed so casually. But clearly, to the boss, the [Divine Annihilation Weapon] was merely his weapon, not the entirety of his power. Even without it, he remained a supreme force, still capable of suppressing all subordinates.

Thus, he did not care if others learned of his [Divine Annihilation Weapon].

“By the way, boss, you told me to pick a codename—I’ve decided. I’ll call myself ‘Demon.’ My psychic ability is demon, so no need for fancy titles.”

“What’s your codename? Still just ‘boss’?”

His grave expression flickered and vanished, returning to his usual demeanor as he asked about the boss’s codename.

“Cao Cao.”

“Call me Cao Cao or boss—it doesn’t matter to me.”

The man said softly.

He didn’t choose “Cao Cao” because the holder of the [Holy Spear of Dusk] bore that name—though that was part of it. More importantly, he himself bore the surname Cao and admired the philosophy: “Let me betray the world, rather than let the world betray me.”

Though there was also a touch of playful mischief involved.

When he one day controlled this land, he was curious to see how the people of Daya would react upon hearing a man named “Cao Cao” had become their king.

“Then I’ll call you Boss Cao from now on—sounds more familiar.”

The black-clad man said casually.

But it wasn’t arbitrary—he’d heard Daya people refer to Cao Cao as “Boss Cao,” found it amusing, and remembered it.

Shouldn’t be any difference, right?

Cao Cao smiled without comment, his gaze returning to the distant, fading holy light.

“Let’s go. Meet our third member.”

Meanwhile, in Yun Chuan City, Tian Shu Bureau, Daya.

“Report: All monitoring zones are stable.”

“Although numerous mutated creatures have been detected, activity is concentrated within Qinglan Mountain and has not spread toward the city. No abnormal outbreaks of mutated rats or cats/dogs have been found within urban areas.”

“Note: The number of mutated bird flocks above the city has increased by 42%, forming five major clusters, primarily over the old district and development zones. Most are Stage Two; no Stage Three have appeared. All have been driven off and eliminated by drones.”

The monitor operator swiftly scanned the holographic data panel; the tension on the faces of the supervisors eased slightly.

Director Lin Tianshan rubbed his temples:

“What’s the progress on shelter evacuations?”

“This…”

The Tian Shu Bureau member responsible for civilian evacuation suddenly wore a peculiar expression.

“The situation is not optimistic. Although all shelter entrances are open, drone footage shows large numbers of civilians in Jinxiu Community, the university district, and the urban villages still refusing to evacuate.”

“According to on-site reports, their general attitude toward the second Qi tide is: ‘If you can live, live; if you can’t, die. After all, we’ll all be resurrected later—whether we die now doesn’t matter.’”

Silence fell over the Tian Shu Bureau. Lin Tianshan’s expression was strange. Had he not been certain the man wouldn’t joke, he’d have thought this was a prank.

What does “if you can live, live; if you can’t, die” even mean?

And “we’ll all be resurrected later—whether we die now doesn’t matter”?

Wait—we Tian Shu Bureau did assure everyone they’d reunite in the future, but only on the condition that Tian Shu Bureau would have the ability to do so!

Even our own internal staff are skeptical—yet you’ve become believers?

(End of Chapter)