Chapter 302: Lamb, I Give You a Chance and You

Ji Ming merely said a casual remark, yet that very remark pierced all the words straight into the few most painful wounds at the bottom of Wendigo's heart.

Even a lofty deity felt its golden gaze tremble at such humiliation, and then a muffled thunder rolled from all directions.

"Mortal, do you know you're staring at a deity from the bizarre? Or have you already become impatient to join us?"

Before he became the God of Shadows, Wendigo liked to use such sentences to threaten the beings that fell into his hands; death was their eternal fear, and no one could escape…

"Hahaha…"

But Ji Ming was not afraid; he nonchalantly stretched his arms wide, laughing, and said.

"Fine, then I'll give you, old man, this chance. I'm now in your hands; you just need to pinch me a little—Pak! —and my life will be yours. How about that?"

The players take away NPCs that belong to their faction's domain, but the people of the Soul Spirit Holy Seat remain stationed in the Underground World, including the closed‑beta founding team, the open‑beta expansion team, and those prisoners of war who, one after another, gradually changed their hearts.

After learning about various Earth works through the players' reports and data, he dove into the bone piles of the morgue, picking and choosing for several days, and, referencing an excellent dog‑model design, crafted for himself a new body with a somewhat electroplated SEED‑style Gundam flavor, essentially restoring his lost aesthetic sense; had Wendigo not remembered the scent of his soul, he probably wouldn't have recognized him at a glance.

But now…

"One."

Ji Ming answered very candidly.

"Lord of Living Beings, I know it's you! When exactly did you descend onto Ji Ming, playing with me for fun, huh!?"

Puzzled, He quickly glanced at his palm and found only a swath of chaotic darkness belonging to the shadows, nothing else; as his mind hiccuped, a muffled voice came from beyond the dense fog.

The Underground World is a system‑designated closed‑beta arena; Ji Ming's authority here is limitless, so he effortlessly used his near‑infinite magical power to commence a second round of teleportation, crushing Wendigo's quasi‑god realm like a walnut and tossing it into the trash.

"Mortal, I don't know where your confidence comes from, but I've turned the surroundings into dense shadow mist; in my quasi‑god realm, other deities' powers are not only weakened, but any intrusion is instantly detected. You cannot rely on them to deal with me here— not even if they are the lofty Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen!"

"You graciously invited me into your quasi‑god realm, so I must invite you to my home as a guest; that's common sense, my friend."

As the new game producer succeeding Ji Ming, White Wolf Ferlo once issued a task to persuade captured prisoners to surrender. The timid Rock Dragon agreed on the spot, but Rodrigues initially clung to his pride, claiming that as a dignified lich he would never surrender. It wasn't until a few sci‑fi, especially mecha‑loving geeks entered that he changed his tune, saying he had drifted through half his life, only regretting never meeting a wise master; if the public does not abandon him, he would gladly become his adoptive father.

Upon hearing that, Wendigo's eager stance froze. Indeed, if even I have a council of tool‑people, and if the Lord of Living Beings can defeat me time after time, his subordinates cannot consist of only a divine chosen and a mysterious question‑mark mask man; there must be other strong followers serving him!

His speculation was correct; as one dazzling light after another flickered on the red platform, several figures of varying height, weight, and stature, with vastly different levels and professions, appeared.

In just two months, five successive humiliations drove Wendigo's anger to the breaking point; his palm suddenly clenched, intending to crush the mortal into mush, then extract his soul for endless torment, tormenting himself until he becomes Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen, tormenting himself until he ascends the throne!

But at the moment He exerted his force, the laurel crown on Ji Ming's head emitted a faint golden glow, forming a thin shield around him that withstood the deity's full‑power strike.

What?

Wendigo hadn't even reacted when he felt a literal flash before his eyes, then a scorching pain hit his face; the blow was so forceful that even a piece of shadow was flung away.

Ji Ming this time simply gave no reply; instead, he bent another finger and raised a long, elegant middle finger toward Lao Yang Tou.

"Your Highness, I don't recognize this ugly thing; when shall we slay it?"

"You fool, do you really want to court death!?"

"Rodrigues, I truly didn't expect you to betray me; have you forgotten the oath you swore before me?"

Thus Rodrigues never even acknowledged him; instead, he directly courted Ji Ming, declaring a split from that old leader—truly unfamiliar, huh.

"Lamb, I give you a chance and you're useless."

The next moment, Wendigo suddenly felt his grip loosen, and the damned spherical shield vanished! He rejoiced, intending to crush Ji Ming on the spot, but after closing his hand with force, it seemed he had grasped nothing.

???

Thus He did not get angry, but calmly explained.

Ji Ming's abnormal behavior instantly tightened Wendigo's heart—this guy, even with his life at stake, remained calm; could it be that the Lord of Living Beings or the God of Holy Light truly has some hidden move?

But fighting on foreign ground has always been a deity's taboo; even if one hasn't ascended, being within a quasi‑god realm allows one to tear flesh from a true god who descends here. The subsequent prolonged weakness period is unacceptable to any deity, so they… they could never come here, right?

Thus, when Wendigo saw the lich Rodrigues standing there with impunity, the already repeatedly battered He nearly exploded in anger, shouting.

Unfortunately, this threat was equally meaningless to Ji Ming, resembling an untrained Shiba Inu barking in a dog cage, so his next words were.

So this is also a god realm!?

Is it that the Lord of Living Beings silently wrapped my god realm with his, or even more terrifying, directly teleported my god realm into his?

Such a maneuver is unheard of; aside from that, tearing a god realm apart with bare hands is anciently rare. Except for the god‑slayer who makes deities tremble, slays them like wheat, even causing their eggs to crack yellow and worms to stand upright, no one can achieve it!

"Not bad, an interesting place indeed, so where did you bring me?"

61.223.139.23

Wendigo truly couldn't fathom what this mortal was up to, but Ji Ming smiled and recited the numbers.

While Wendigo cautiously surveyed his surroundings, the curtain before him slowly drew back, revealing an unscathed Ji Ming behind the podium, who, with an unchanged smile, gave him a sign.

Damn, he's still smiling… No, stay calm!

However, Wendigo, who had forced a calming spell upon himself, didn't rashly strike, yet he didn't wait for Ji Ming to speak before taking the initiative.

From the merely twenty‑something level bizarre werewolf to the seventy‑plus level angels and dragons, from the thirty‑plus level Rock Dragon Sub‑God to the sixty‑plus level dwarf artificer, Wendigo could hardly believe his eyes; how could such a mismatched team exist in this world?

Although the divine power's over‑model shield lasted only briefly before shattering explosively, it was enough for Ji Ming to bend his final finger.

"Roar~ Did you already see through? I thought you were really as foolish as you look."

Since meeting Ji Ming, Wendigo's brain had been overloaded, and now his mental activity intensified dramatically. Ji Ming watched the towering deer‑headed figure, black as if ready to duel a farm owner, remain silent; about to follow his prepared script, he saw the opponent suddenly lift his head.

"My purpose has already been told to you: I want to invite you to my home, and also let you meet a few of my mortal friends."

!!!

Along both walls stood white statues; the carpet behind was lined with red benches; the dome's frescoes were exquisitely detailed, the stories intertwined with scenery, themes ever‑changing yet somehow merging large and small sections into a whole, depicting the vast tapestry of countless beings—a masterpiece beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Old man, I'll count to three, just three counts; can you redeem your shame? It depends on your resolve!"

... Tie Zi, how did you know I plan to justly cut myself, attributing everything to Mask No. 3, letting Mask No. 1 remain pristine?

Buluowa gave Ji Ming a laurel crown with three effects: 【Blessing of the Sacred Tree】 improves magical modeling speed; 【Legacy of the Sacred Tree】 allows extra mental effort to duplicate spells; 【Protection of the Sacred Tree】 automatically summons a formation to shield the wearer when attacked by a stronger opponent.

Unlike the previously aesthetic disaster, the twisted bone man, Rodrigues now is entirely clean and whole, coated with a layer of necrotic golden essence forming his bones; his stature has been heightened and reinforced, and his wings behind are exquisitely designed, clearly modeled after the angel statues flanking the sanctuary.

Actually, Ji Ming's earlier maneuver was simple: he used trash talk to stall, reset the teleportation array that was in the Clinic to beneath his feet, then brought Wendigo and the bound quasi‑god realm's shadow mist back to the sanctuary.

Yet Ji Ming seemed to hear nothing, even comfortably leaning on His massive hand, adjusting the crown atop his head, and raising three fingers toward the endless darkness before him.

Although, as a sunny, upbeat exemplar who can negotiate instead of fight, ambush instead of confront, and gang‑up instead of duel, these three abilities are practically nonexistent for Ji Ming—just a smile would suffice—but he didn't expect them to be useful at this moment.

"Two."

"Is this old brat mentally challenged? How dare you shout at people! Silvia, go, give him two slaps, see if he's still going crazy."

"No, what in the world is this Lord of All Living Beings up to?"

"Bold to the extreme, deceiving the God of Holy Light into choosing his people as God-Chosen Holy Disciple is bad enough, but this fortunate brat who's reaped all the benefits turns out to be an arrogant troublemaker who's insane even at death's door?"

"Ah!"

"I understand—he thinks that even if my current body were stronger, it's merely a high-grade incarnation of a god descending remotely to another world, and he can't do anything to him, who is protected by the two gods!"

"Such stupidity made Wendigo chuckle darkly, but He is merciful; He never simply slays important enemies with a single strike, but makes them understand their death, then torments their souls to utter annihilation."

"Ahhh! How dare a mere mortal like Ji Ming have the audacity to insult my divinity!"

"\"Then you shall die! \""

"——Although Wendigo knows that anything related to the Lord of All Living Beings is utterly unreasonable, He didn't expect such a blatantly absurd thing to happen!"

"His pride, the Shadow Gray Mist, began to rumble and tremble as soon as those words ended, then irreversibly and uncontrollably fell apart; in the blink of an eye, the thick mist vanished completely, leaving him standing there like a peeled orange."

"The surroundings were no longer a night‑shrouded apocalyptic ruin, but a brightly lit, resplendent sanctuary vast enough to accommodate his massive form."

"\"Tell me, what is your goal?! I've said this is merely one of my incarnations; dragging me here is pointless! It will only make my next revenge even more frenzied! \""

"???"

"Thus Ji Ming lowered his voice again, adopting a frivolous and arrogant tone."

"Upon hearing that, Ji Ming exaggeratedly pondered for a moment, slammed the wooden clapper in his hand, and glanced at the angel beside him."

"\"Three. \""

"Wendigo didn't know any of this; He only knew that He was now furious to the extreme, the ghostly qi on His body surging again, His malice nearly solidifying."

"Furthermore, the High God said two strikes means two strikes, so Silvia backhanded another Holy Light Big Beat, burning and scorching, helping Him restore symmetry to His missing‑cheek face."

"Moreover, this second strike, as if triggering some skill effect, was incredibly powerful—Wendigo couldn't keep his footing and was flung to the ground, half‑lying there, covering his cheeks in astonishment, utterly unable to believe he had no chance to resist before being publicly slapped!"