Chapter 116: The God of Light and the God of Rock

The World of Secrecy

Shortly after Kleine returned to his own world.

The butler Walter and the servants were stockpiling supplies in the underground wine cellar, unaware why their master was hoarding so much food during this season.

“The Forsaken air raids will arrive in just over ten days; I must become a Sequence 3 Saint as soon as possible.”

“But even if I become a Sequence 3 Saint, I cannot stop this tide of the age.”

“Not only George III, but that one—Amon’s brother, no, rather the Ancient Sun God—he seeks to become a Sequence 0 Dreamer. George III is doomed to fail, but the ritual must proceed.”

“I cannot stop the Forsaken air raids, nor this war—it involves more than one deity.”

Kleine stood before the window, watching the servants below busily at work, his thoughts churning—even with the chat group, he was still powerless now.

Kleine unconsciously clenched his fist; the villa’s view was excellent, good enough to see the distant town—the neatly arranged houses, the cobblestone streets, and the people on the roads.

After a long while, he steadied his emotions and stepped outside; he needed to first collect the blood of various Pathway Adepts and the eyes of the Hound of Fugan.

He glanced at the most magnificent palace—someone must pay the price, and this moment won’t last long.

He must complete Lu Mingze’s tasks to earn the reward; though he cannot alter the future’s course, he can at least lessen Becland’s scars.

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…

Su Lin sat at the farthest table on the second floor of the dining hall, alongside Lu Lincheng, Qiao Weini, Angre, and Wu Yuxiang.

Seeing Wu Yuxiang blushing furiously as Qiao Weini questioned her about household matters, Su Lin thought of a solution and pointed at the surveillance screen on his tablet.

“Why don’t you join them too?”

“Lord Su Lin!” Wu Yuxiang’s face turned even redder. “Please don’t joke.”

“Haha, of course I’m joking.”

Too bad—he’d hoped to add a little more fuel.

Sitting with this group was pointless; Lu Lincheng pretended to chat about trivial matters but was actually probing his background, while Qiao Weini occasionally chimed in only to steer the topic elsewhere.

Even now, they hadn’t forgotten trying to turn him and implant latent moral values—they likely didn’t know, not even Lu Mingze knew, the true plan of Old Lu.

To be honest, he didn’t want to meddle so deeply, but Old Lu’s reward was the entire classification system’s cultivation techniques.

To put it simply, it was like a novel website recommending a book—other sites recommend one, but this site recommends an entire category.

It contained cultivation lineages Old Lu had obtained by projecting his true soul into other worlds, others he’d created by mimicking gaming and entertainment works, and some were of extremely high rank—top-tier transmissions from entire worlds.

For the “novel compression pack,” he was definitely going to see this through with Old Lu—the contract clearly stated in black and white that the condition was world domination.

Not only could this group not offer a suitable reward, but even if they could, he could never break the contract—he couldn’t, and he had to salvage his reputation somehow.

As the girls on the screen were about to fall into an argument, Angre smiled and stepped out from behind the screen.

After all, Miss Uesugi Eri’s emotions seemed to be fluctuating—if she lost control, it would be disastrous.

Angre clapped his hands, drawing the attention of those nearby.

“Alright, girls,” Angre said with a bright smile, spreading his arms toward Lu Mingfei. “Please stop joking with our S-Class.”

Angre removed his hat and bowed slightly toward Lu Mingfei’s uncle. “My apologies for interrupting you. I am the headmaster of the Cassell Academy.”

“Hilbert Jean Angre.”

“This was merely a joke from Mingfei’s classmates—please don’t take offense.”

Lu Mingfei’s uncle exhaled. “I told you—Mingfei couldn’t possibly have such a talent… couldn’t possibly be juggling so many relationships.”

“He’s a good kid.”

Director Chen didn’t fully agree with this assessment; he glanced at Su Xiaoqiang. From his years of navigating social circles, he sensed something…

“Headmaster?!” Lu Mingfei snapped back to reality. “Headmaster, about this matter of mine…”

“We’ll talk later. First, take the Uesugi clan head inside.” Angre turned to Su Xiaoqiang. “Student Su, you once attended our Cassell Academy interview. If you don’t mind, please join us.”

“Of course.”

To understand the current situation, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to follow Angre’s instructions.

He waved to his uncle and aunt. “I’ll be going then.”

His aunt was only too happy to see this troublemaker leave and waved him off impatiently.

“Uh…” Lu Mingfei felt uneasy as he glanced at his senior behind him and Ling beside him. “Can you let go of me now?”

Nono released Lu Mingfei and gave his head a sharp tap. “I’m not joking—I really came here behind my fiancé’s back to find you.”

She swayed after Angre, while Ling beside him rested her head on Lu Mingfei’s shoulder, gazing at him curiously, as if urging him to move faster.

“Hmph.” Su Xiaoqiang grumbled and walked forward.

Only Lu Mingfei remained under the watchful eyes of everyone around.

He swallowed hard, moving like a puppet, his steps stiff and mechanical.

Angre returned behind the screen and found Su Lin gone, leaving only Wu Yuxiang seated. Lu Lincheng shook his head.

Angre felt a pang of regret—it seemed he’d been spotted.

Outside the dining hall, a light drizzle had begun, fine rain falling silently onto the street. Just minutes earlier, the road had been bustling with cars honking and pedestrians chatting; now, it was eerily silent.

A tall, striking man with golden eyes and a braided hairstyle stepped from the corner, wearing a fitted white ancient-style robe and carrying a long spear interwoven with gold and xuan colors.

“I never expected to face you so soon,” Su Lin said, walking through the drizzle toward Zhongli. With each step, brilliant white light spilled from his body; visible divine power coiled into threads, and ethereal yet real wings of light formed behind him.

“Zhongli, for the sake of being in the same group, promise me,” Su Lin’s eyes turned white-gold, solemn. “Don’t raise your shield, alright?”

“As firm as a rock.”

Not only Zhongli himself, but the buildings around him were now covered in a golden protective barrier.

Xiao Yan appeared behind Su Lin without warning; his soul aura surged powerfully, soul energy and potent fighting qi pouring from his body, cold white flames spreading across the heavy black ruler in his hand, turning nearby raindrops into tiny ice beads before they could fall.

“Su Lin, promise me,” Xiao Yan looked at him. “Don’t heal yourself, alright?”

“Tch.” Su Lin clicked his tongue. “Honestly, with my current combat power of hundreds of millions, even if you were a Dou Saint, you’d still be outmatched.”

The fractured Divine Core of the Light God had unmatched combat power; its only side effect was that once fused, the core could never be repaired—if shattered, the Light God perished.

“You’re insulting me?!” Xiao Yan blinked. “Wait—what kind of cheat are you using?!”

“Old Tang.” Su Lin called out. A young man with drooping eyebrows stepped through a teleportation gate, holding a red-haired youth by the arm.

“Keep him company.”

Light elements condensed in Su Lin’s hand into a longsword. He smiled at Zhongli. “No big AoE—don’t sink the island.”

There’s still at least one more chapter tonight, maybe two.