Chapter 291: My Dashing, Charming, Yet Short‑Lived Senior

Although the system can provide plenty of data, the true effects of the various skills still have to be confirmed in actual combat.

As Ji Ming's level keeps rising, the number of targets he can use as dummy posts dwindles.

Either his own people feel sorry when hit, or any important enemy must be killed outright when engaged—there's no room for comfortable experimentation.

But now, this perfect flesh-and-blood behemoth has appeared.

First, it's huge; a single punch won't shatter a hero fragment, just cause a local fracture, so you can throw several more punches for comparative tests.

Second, it's disgusting—people might feel pity when you hit a person, a cat, a dog, or even a mouse, but a poorly digested ugly zombie certainly doesn't…

"No way, it really exists?"

【Yes, it's the Thirteenth Generation. She claims she can save the world without killing anyone, yet she forbids anyone in her own faction from acting, because in her eyes any moving being—no matter how vicious—is absolutely forbidden to kill.】

Since fighting monsters doesn't take up his mouth, Ji Ming started chatting with the little boss.

"Tsk, what happened next?"

【Later… he, moved by compassion, released the undead monster created by an evil wizard, leading to a bloody massacre of an innocent village. The sole survivor came to question them, only to see the two 'accomplices' drinking together, planning to have a friendly duel tonight.】

"…Alright, I guess I understand why the pronouns switch between he and she."

【An angry youth seized his pocket knife, and when the Thirteenth Generation, now a sect leader, closed his eyes to chant, the youth suddenly erupted and killed him on the spot, despite the latter never having leveled up.】

【As for the ending, you can probably guess it: the sect leader died, but the colorful‑robed followers unconditionally forgave the murderer. No matter how the youth hacked away, regardless of their levels, they merely bowed their heads and recited. In the end, even the evil wizard, who had been reborn as a mortal after his forced creation of the undead monster backfired, also fell by his hand.】

Ji Ming was silent for a moment, then asked suddenly.

"Then what is the fate of that youth?"

But Yangyue didn't answer directly; instead, he asked back.

【Do you know the Primordial Chaos Stream?】

"I know."

【The Calamity of Measurement… If Xieyue's arrival is the first calamity of Yangyue Star, and the gamification of the First Savior is the second, then what he triggered is the third calamity.】

Because the Thirteenth Generation muttered "I will reincarnate eternally" as he died, the youth's hatred expanded to all sects, believing any of them could be the sect leader's reincarnation, and he began an unscrupulous, sacrificial revenge.

In short, he became this world's Quixote, single‑handedly orchestrating Yangyue Star's first true Ragnarok; regardless of size or morality, any sect tied to a deity would be slain by this god‑slayer.

He truly possessed a defying talent and overwhelming fortune; even after a quarter of the world was slaughtered and the major sects launched a joint siege, he still wiped out four of the five top‑level patriarchates that held national incense. To this day, he remains the highest kill count in the entire Yangyue World, second only to Xieyue.

With that massive experience infused, world law dictates that a single thought could make him a supreme deity, even the unprecedented God‑King of Yangyue Star, yet he chose to forgo it, continuing to challenge across levels at a ninety‑nine‑level peak, MAX half‑step full‑level ultimate state.

As for why this last patriarchate survived, it wasn't due to any great divine power, but because Xieyue watched the opponents drop out one by one, mistook the historic opportunity, and excitedly ran to push the crystal.

Cornered by the god‑slayer, the Victory Goddess, whose golden sap and jade liquid embarrassingly spilled everywhere, was pondering whether to end herself, when a flash of fire lit the sky above. Xieyue, that living father, had also met his end; with a bite and a twist of heart, she simply began to bluff.

"Hero, lay down your blade and think carefully! Our assorted gods and ghosts built churches merely to make mortals obey and offer incense. And Xieyue! Isn't it also making the mechanical beasts obey, contributing land that belongs to our Yangyue?"

"So actually, the churches our gods have built together are still smaller than theirs; that's why Xieyue is the strongest church on Yangyue Star. You… kill it first, then kill me, okay!?"

The god‑slayer heard that—"Right! Those scantily‑clad holy‑charlatan women actually have a point; the invader up there that even occupies my satellite is the most disgusting!"

"Incompetent wastrel god, clean your neck first; I'll be right back."

With his mind settled, he planted his foot, and, accompanied by rolling thunder, leapt into the air, soaring against the biomimetic fighter and landing pod descending from the heavens, bursting through the atmosphere like a golden killing star that slammed onto Xieyue, and upon landing unleashed a dazzling forbidden‑tech bombardment.

The Xieyue assault troops that brushed past him were clueless about what happened, assuming their monitoring systems malfunctioned, then received intel that their hometown was under attack, and hurriedly piloted their vehicles back.

At this moment, sentient beings worldwide gazed at the starry sky, watching countless meteors fall and return, while the pale moon above sporadically burst with brilliant flames. As they pondered the scene, a live broadcast from Xieyue appeared before them.

It turned out the Victory Goddess quickly wiped the floor, scrambled up, and thought that if the Damocles Sword could truly dismantle the god‑slayer, it would be worth sacrificing herself. She used her last ounce of divine power to project the scene, letting the world see the final showdown between the god‑slayer and Xieyue's will.

In repeated assaults comparable to nuclear blasts, whether friend or foe before, they now all stared at the man encircled by lightning, fighting alone against a sky full of silicon‑based demonic shadows.

"What is the god‑slayer doing?"

"The god‑slayer is stealing the moon!"

"Can it be stolen?!"

"It's coming back! It's coming back!!"

"It's about to be stolen!!!"

"Can't steal it!"

"There is! There is!"

"Perfect!!"

"He produced the famed Blade Siming!!!"

…

【Alright, if that's how it is, that would be great!】

【Unfortunately, back then I still thought he was a mole placed by Xieyue, so I didn't tamper with the world's laws to aid him; now it's too late to act.】

【Thus, no matter how powerful he became, he could never defeat Xieyue's star‑annihilating fleet alone. Seeing victory slip away, he resolutely chose self‑destruction, melting himself, almost all of Xieyue's forces, and countless surface production facilities into a dazzling fireworks display.】

The god‑slayer vanished thereafter, but the battle's significance was profound, continuing to influence even today.

First, the living forces on both sides were crippled, and thereafter the two stars maintained nearly ten thousand years of basic peace, with no war of such magnitude ever again.

Second, the gods, terrified of death, no longer dared reckless deeds; they each founded their own divine realms in self‑exile, leaving mortal affairs to trusted humans, ensuring no overly god‑defying cruelties.

Finally, Yangyue instituted a stricter savior‑screening mechanism; the Thirteenth Generation, who seemed glorious and capable in the original world but proved a chaotic wreck in the other world, will never be chosen again.

…Ha, who could have imagined that the instigator of such a cataclysm would be an incompetent false saint who chose to spare a undead monster that should have been killed?

Ji Ming kept pounding the dummy post while listening to Yangyue finish the god‑slayer's tale, and now he felt no mercy toward the undead behemoth before him.

Moreover, while logging data, he didn't forget the two heavily‑armored sisters reduced to unrecognizable forms; during the Ping A intervals he splashed two bottles of SpiritGathering Liquid onto their wounds.

By the fourth generation of Guang Huichun, the healing ability was already terrifying, let alone this special medicine carrying a hint of higher‑dimensional energy.

Continuously assimilating their bodies and eroding their minds, it was so formidable that the seemingly irreversible undead conversion ritual now felt as fragile as mud.

If they could speak, they'd surely be crushed into fragments by overwhelming life energy in desperate curses, vanishing like being flushed down a toilet.

After all, although Ji Ming and Ke Li Si Ting have differing views, it's merely a difference in emotional perspective.

Now Sunshine City is in such uproar; facing these ruthless shadow‑type weirdos, the living can at least still fight together on the same front.

As for the high-end combat power that can be retained, we should still try to keep it as much as possible; if we really want to settle accounts, worst case we can just do it slowly later.

Relying on his high agility and small stature, Ji Ming darted up and down beside the monster with an elf's footsteps, trying each of the weapons on his body—from the talisman to the Saint's Verdict—one by one on it.

Suo La also gradually realized that Ji Ming was less fighting and more playing; she had painstakingly accompanied him as he spun in place, but in truth she was just being treated as a toy, played with in the palm of his hand!

——Heavens, this guy can't even be called a support, at most a logistics lackey—how can he fight so well against the uncanny!

In his fury, he was like an inflated pufferfish, and the flesh all over his body began another round of frenzied growth.

Ji Ming wasn't afraid of that, but this time even the last visible part of the mural on the ceiling was ground away by his blood-soaked scalp.

The Lionheart King, reduced to just a head, thus vanished completely in the dust, and the slowly falling blob of blue pigment seemed like his helpless tears.

「No! I'm handsome and charming yet short-lived, standing 1.56 meters tall, a Peigong Hongwu Vanguard General three-in-one, I've waged countless battles in my life, overthrown the incompetent rule of the Holy Tree Kingdom, bringing calamity upon nobles but not commoners—aside from having a vast harem, I have no other vices; the point is, I incessantly write and bravely fight a hundred and eight succubi without fear, old veteran that I am. All I wanted was to hang a photo of him on the wall, not to take a star from the sky—why did you tear it down!! 」【69】 「Ah, what? 」

"Ah, what?"

Suo La didn't know what sudden madness Ji Ming was having, and she was wondering what this string of titles meant, when she felt her forehead suddenly burn.

Since even the last bit of battle data recording had been completed, Ji Ming was about to deal a deadly blow to this worthless, disgusting thing.

The Saint's Verdict slightly increased its power; a casual sweep let the monster's mind blow wide open, then came broad-mindedness, ripping out its heart and lungs, showing off its fists and feet—all that was left was to go to the big cumin and set up a spirit tablet in the five viscera temple.

The monster, now turned into a blooming strawberry‑filled steamed bun, lay helpless on the ground, but its powerful vitality meant it didn't die—instead it began to slowly repair its damaged body.

His blood‑blurred mouth trembled.

「You… you're still playing me? 」

「Although the situation is urgent and I still don't know who you are, I have to say that infinite regeneration is indeed a great ability, but I'll make you regret obtaining it within three minutes. 」【77】 Ji Ming stepped forward, and once again a golden holy light shone in his eyes.

Ji Ming walked forward, and a golden holy light shone again in his eyes.

……

「All right, it's two minutes. 」【80】 Giving this meat‑mountain thing a chance was useless, Ji Ming just casually tried the laser‑chopped filling, and saw it sadly shout: "I'm Suo La, you damn well remember, you killed the king of Sunshine City!"—and it turned into a big lump of minced pork belly that could be used for dumpling filling.

Giving this meat mountain thing a chance was useless, ah; Ji Ming just casually tried the laser chop filling, and then saw it sadly shout: "I am Suo La, you damn remember, you killed the king of Sunshine City!" Then it turned into a big lump of pork mince that could be used to make dumplings.

However, no one knows how long that minced pork belly has been sitting; even after a round of high‑temperature frying it still reeks, and that green liquid is either a specialty of Radiation Island or comes with its own toxin.

I had originally planned to take it to feed the dogs, but now even the dogs won't eat it……

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However, I've heard that wolves have stronger stomachs, so maybe they'll eat it……

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「Cough cough……」【87】 While Ji Ming relaxed his body and took the chance to check the data, the knocked‑out Ke Li Si Ting also slowly came to.

While Ji Ming relaxed his body and took the opportunity to check the data, the knocked-out Ke Li Si Ting also slowly woke up.

She drew several violent breaths, then suddenly held them, her eyes darting warily around, and she saw Ji Ming standing beside a horrifying pile of meat.

Just as she was about to shout at Ji Ming, who was likewise looking her way, she hastily covered her face with both hands.

……I'm doomed; I was already frightening‑looking, and there's even a rumor that country farmers used my portrait to repel the uncanny—now I'm completely disfigured.

And seeing her reaction, Ji Ming instinctively glanced at his own attire.

Holy crap, that's terrifying—my clothes are intact and my bearing perfect, yet she suddenly looks like a romance‑novel heroine who accidentally walked in on a man bathing; what does that mean?

And Ke Li Si Ting, feeling her own cheek, found the texture wasn't the pitted flesh and bone she expected, but relatively smooth, even with a light abrasion where skin had begun to grow.

Right, I remember I was clearly infected by venom, liable at any moment to stop breathing and become a living corpse—so why is my consciousness not only still present, but even clearer than before I passed out?

Ji Ming walked into the ruins where the Shuang Ju Ren had fallen, twisted open a poison‑gas canister with a slit near her nose, then quickly retreated amid her screams and the rolling rubble that had been flung aside.

「Don't you get it yet? I used a special medicine to save you all. 」