Chapter 1: God of Calamity

Chen Zhi had once heard the saying that the end of science is theology.

Now, he seemed to believe it somewhat.

In fact, he had no choice but to believe it; at this moment, he wished he could rub his temples to soothe his aching brain, but hundreds of hands were completely ignoring his commands, twisting about wantonly.

Yes, twisting.

He collected his thoughts—if he had a heart—anyway, there could be no situation worse than this.

As the president of a company that developed peripherals, he felt a despair bordering on a breakdown.

What kind of situation is this!

A few hours ago, his R&D team brought over the latest Virtual Helmet device; the functions of this device could be called quite rudimentary, feeling just like letting someone lie down to play VR.

The operational part involved brain pulse electromagnetic induction conducted on several key active areas of the brain.

For such a rudimentary device, it could only be called a concept product; unlike the ergonomic mice and keyboards he was developing, this thing was just for hyping up a concept.

This was his stepping stone from a keyboard factory into high-end peripherals, only it really was like a useless brick.

So he had forgotten about it while at work, and only after working overtime did he remember this matter and put it on to test it.

According to the R&D staff, this thing was absolutely safe.

It just didn't have strong functions, only able to control a character to push boxes on a screen.

However, in reality, after putting this thing on and going through a burst of intense pain, Chen Zhi arrived in this current world.

Yes, he was incomparably certain that he had transmigrated.

And what was very bleak was that he had transmigrated into the body of an Evil God.

But fortunately, that complex information had perhaps been processed by the system embedded in the Helmet, or by his own subconscious, compressed, packed, and encrypted deep within his memory; he only needed to meditate in his heart to see the memory that had already been packed on the desktop.

If he wanted to search for useful information, he could still search for it, and it wouldn't make him break down too much.

In short, after a period of agony, he had obtained a new body, a body that looked quite sanity-draining and was extremely indescribable.

After resting for a while, he finally brought those arms under control, letting them hang down quietly and obediently, and then said to the woman named Saina before him: "My Believer, you have already done well."

Saina seemed expressionless, completely impossible to tell if she was devout; of course, this was mainly because the other party had her head lowered.

One must not look directly at a god, even if it is only a weak Evil God.

"Great God of Calamity, our current situation is very dangerous; please forgive me, there is no place safer than this," the old man Andrew beside Saina said, trembling. "We need to preserve our strength; perhaps we need ten years, twenty years..."

Indeed, there was no place safer than this; Chen Zhi wanted to shake his body, but the limp arms on his body became restless.

The old man prostrated on the ground, trembling incessantly.

This was the Sewers of Tana City, and it was the abandoned Sewers beneath City Hall...

Even if this Evil God didn't care about appearances, settling down here was enough to be called an insult.

But being tracked by several major Holy Sees, they had no other choice; there was no place more suitable than here.

"I can feel your sincerity." Chen Zhi finally regained control of his body and then said, "You need to hide yourselves; do not let the people of the Holy See discover you."

"Following your will, but my Lord, what is our next plan?" the lady named Saina said with her head lowered.

It could be seen that this Believer did not seem as respectful as that Andrew.

Chen Zhi's arms became restless again, and then he continued: "Wait for my will, and be careful to hide yourselves."

The situation was quite bad; Chen Zhi knew that he was hiding well for now; at least within a few years, it was impossible for the people of the Holy See to discover him.

Tana City was a quite chaotic city; it was located on the border, and all five major Holy Sees had Believers here; various unspeakable sects were as numerous as hair on an ox. If one hid here, the five major Holy Sees would find it difficult to take action, and this place could already be considered an autonomous city-state; whether it was the king or the Magistrate, their words didn't carry that much weight here.

In fact, even the City Lord had to be replaced with a new one in less than a year; this place was truly too chaotic, so chaotic that no one would pay attention to the Sewers here.

It was just that after his strength was greatly reduced, he was not only no match for the Holy See, but even those small sects that usually looked at him with displeasure could take a cut.

After all, who would like Calamity?

Not to mention that this God of Calamity did not have very high mastery over disaster and misfortune.

His divine power had been carved up by other deities from the very beginning; according to the memory he searched out, it was only after his divine power had been carved up for a long time that he awakened from a Seal Object, subsequently parasitizing a thief who had stolen the Seal Object.

It was just such a thief who had never awakened that swiped the Seal Object from some executor and then brought him into the human world.

That was the true Calamity.

But after several centuries, this Lord of Calamity had only become increasingly useless.

After sending away the two Divine Servants, Chen Zhi kept looking through the data until a WeChat pop-up appeared on his computer.

【Big brother, where have you been all day? I called you and you didn't pick up!】

【You aren't replying to QQ, you aren't replying to WeChat, you aren't replying to texts; are you trying to die!】

【Can you just put that lousy company of yours aside and focus on producing some mechanical keyboards? What's the point of doing all that fancy stuff? Staying up late at night, do you really think you're an ergonomics expert?】

Chen Zhi, ruthlessly exposed by his younger sister, shook the arms all over his body.

【I'm not an ergonomics expert, but I am an expert on the human body. Anyway, something came up; I might not be able to come home recently. What do you want with me?】

He didn't expect that he could still type and communicate with his family, which made Chen Zhi extremely excited, causing him to become somewhat dance-like.

【Nothing much, I saw a Helmet on your desk; it looks like it's been developed, I'm planning to try it out.】

Don't...

Before Chen Zhi could send the message, he felt a force that seemed to want to come out of his body.

He was startled and hurriedly flicked his arm; a lump of indescribable substance appeared on the ground.

"Whoa, is it this realistic? Big brother, you're something else; what is this? Is the face-pinching system not finished yet?"

As she spoke, the indescribable substance on the ground took on a vague human shape.

However, it was still in a pixelated state.

If he could gasp in cold air right now, Chen Zhi definitely would.

With his arms trembling, he didn't expect that he would harm his sister; how he wished he could say, don't touch that Calamity Helmet, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

The humanoid figure on the ground quickly took on its own appearance; his younger sister was truly a master of fan art, and her studies in fine arts and sculpture had not gone to waste—in short, she had made herself into a beautiful, stunning woman.

She even put on clothes.

"Hiss, this NPC is way too sanity-draining; could it be AI-generated? I knew that kid Chen Zhi liked to cut corners." After saying this, she touched the surrounding walls with her hand, and the wet, sticky sensation was instantly transmitted to Chen Zhi.

After all, the other person's body had been separated from his own.

Chen Zhi was in great pain at this moment; he did not understand why such an unlucky thing had to happen to him.

Just as he was thinking this, his sister's body fell straight down, a faint sense of pain struck, and then a WeChat pop-up appeared on the computer in front of Chen Zhi again.

【This Helmet of yours is something else! This tactile sensation! This sense of presence! This level of realism! I never expected you to develop something epoch-making. So, are you planning to do it yourself? Or are you going to sell the Patent?】

This was a voice message shouted with excitement.

Chen Zhi was a bit confused; he had never been able to keep up with the way his younger sister Chen Ai thought.

【I think it's best to do it yourself; you have to realize this is an epoch-making thing, it would be a pity to sell it to someone else.】

It seemed that apart from him being unable to go back, his younger sister could still return, and Chen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

He waited a while before replying to her.

【How do you think it would be better to do it?】

(End of chapter)