Chapter 579

Also, I want to correct you on one more point.

But though we were laughing, Ji Ming still needed to speak seriously about some more serious matters.

"First, I understand and support your private investigation of my actions; as a king, you certainly need to know the movements of important figures, otherwise you'd be blind, right?"

"But when gathering information, you must compare from multiple directions and angles, and cultivate those spies who are truly trustworthy and can provide as objective information as possible."

"For example, regarding those things you just mentioned, I admit that I really haven't been active lately; I've just been staying at the academy attending classes, but is the fact really limited to that?"

"As for the Holy See, after the fall of the Holy Light God, the church's greatest loss is actually not manpower, but the wavering morale and a large amount of lost supplies."

"People's hearts can be dealt with by His Holiness the Pope relying on his prestige, but supplies……"

Ji Ming took out a stack of receipts and placed them on the table.

"... Besides what comes from donations by the faithful and salvage of the ruins, a considerable part is provided by me personally; I won't say the source— as homework, you figure out how to investigate it yourself."

"Then there's the academy: I actually planned to resign in March, but because of the previous events, the academy is still in a wave of resignations and vacations, with severe faculty shortage; the dean begged me, so I decided to stay temporarily."

Saying this, Ji Ming's gaze even grew a bit dim.

"So I also want to attend the student listening session! Comforting a bunch of kids requires no brainpower for me, but now I have to teach triple the load each day, leaving hardly any free time."

He sighed.

"And finally…… you……"

However, just as this third argument was beginning, Ji Ming inexplicably closed his mouth.

Fiya was still listening attentively; seeing Ji Ming silent, she thought he had chickened out and didn't dare scold her, and furrowed her brows.

"What's wrong? Speak up; after you finish, I'll keep arguing with you!"

Then she felt the object in her hand, which she kept turning over, suddenly move a bit.

"Fine, then I'll say— have you felt enough, Your Majesty? Can you let go of my hand?"

"Um…… sorry."

Like a punctured balloon, Fiya's aura instantly deflated.

After a few seconds she painfully let go, moving away from the spot only five centimeters from Ji Ming, and returned to her previous seat.

He gave a light cough, tidied his appearance, and Ji Ming continued his critique.

"If you were an ordinary person, what you just said to me would be pure bandit logic, after all I owe you nothing; I'm merely a friend of your brother, helping you is a favor, not helping is my duty, you have no right to kidnap me."

"But!"

"Who made you king? I've heard that in the Pioneers' world there's a saying: 'Under heaven, all land is the king's; within the borders, all subjects are the king's.'"

"So since I am the Holy See's God's Chosen, theoretically I am your subject, and thus should do my utmost to provide you any help; this is the king's prerogative, and also a reasonable indulgence within your authority."

This time Fiya had no reaction, because she had already vaguely grasped Ji Ming's rhythm of speech.

It's probably like this…… intermittent, alternating loose and tight, making one constantly cycle between relaxation and tension?

Sure enough, after the pleasant words, Ji Ming immediately switched to unpleasant ones.

"Of course! This is theoretical; in practice, with what you can currently promise, you can't really bind me—I'm just giving you face."

"So as a little queen who doesn't even dare speak loudly in meetings, you're still far from your brother, let alone your father—keep striving!"

"Alright, that's all I have to say; this is the reference answer for this worksheet—take it together with the sheet back home, slowly comprehend it, and come find me whenever you figure it out……"

Afterward, Fiya couldn't recall what else Ji Ming had said.

Because until she was escorted out of the room by Ji Ming, wrapped in a black robe and sneaking back to her palace after the rain cleared, that sentence kept echoing in her mind.

"Under heaven……"

Ji Ming wasn't sure what exactly classmate Xiao Fei had learned in that lesson; he only knew that when he realized there was still class that morning, he really almost was late.

Hungry, he went from morning eight straight to noon, then grabbed a quick bite and continued from two to dusk, and finally still had to give a remedial evening class to the lower-year students.

"Alright, class is dismissed, everyone."

After finishing that string of classes, Ji Ming was practically dead on his feet, walking back to the dorm with lowered eyes and closed lids, just wanting to lie down and rest.

But unfortunately his expectation was destined not to be fulfilled, for just as he tried to take a shortcut, intending to cut through the small grove homeward.

……

Perhaps you already knew, everyone, that we're not that fragile.

All we can say is that although after the plague ended, the dark cloud dubbed the Dragon King has vanished from the skies over Qixia City, some things remain objectively existent.

"Damn it!"

Having given up on crossing this area of booming artillery, Ji Ming looked left and right, decided to just cut across the playground—surely no one would be fighting a positional battle here.

Indeed, there really wasn't; only a few enterprising students were doing night runs to train their bodies.

And also a very conspicuous guy wearing a fluorescent tube on his head while reading scriptures.

……

Ji Ming glanced at it from afar, decided not to return to the dorm today—his luck was thin, he might bump into something unclean.

As it turned out, it really was haunted; no matter which way he went, he could always see a little boy in Holy Light clergy robes sitting anywhere, head bowed, reading a book.

No choice; he had to walk straight over when that little ghost refreshed in an empty corner.

"How come, you really aren't dead?"

The boy had blond hair and golden eyes; even his eyelashes were as dense and bright as a ripe wheat field, handsome like a Hollywood child star at its peak.

Hearing Ji Ming's blunt question, he wasn't angry but lifted his head and asked doubtfully.

"Why would the JiMiYin God's Chosen say such a thing? This inexplicable hostility…… logically we should be brothers, right?"

"Ha."

Ji Ming laughed, a laugh of anger.

"Fine, fine, you want to play like this with me, huh."

He pulled a small stool from his ring, Ji Ming simply sat opposite him and opened his mouth to ask.

Since you say you're my brother, then may I ask, who is this little brother of mine?

The little boy didn't speak; instead, he first made a gesture of reverence to the holy light, and then said devoutly,

I am the holy son appointed by my lord, just like you, the god‑chosen, both favored by the holy light, so we can naturally be considered sworn brothers of different surnames.

【Oh damn, you can still pull this kind of relative‑pulling stunt?】

Although the founding team of Double Moon Struggle had no Holy Light God, that doesn't mean the low‑appearance Old Sun made no contribution.

Just being a god‑chosen gave Ji Ming untold conveniences, directly helping him cross class barriers and in one step enter the radiant upper class.

Otherwise, this morning he wouldn't have been arguing with the queen; instead, as a newcomer from the countryside, he'd have been wrangling with the Giant Gate Pass guards who look down on people.

And being able to swiftly pick a side and unreservedly invest in the gods' future, Old Sun is naturally no dim‑witted deity.

In fact, among the three active upper gods, the Holy Light God should be the earliest active, traceable back thousands of years.

So, since both are strong in the way of concealment and both follow the path of proving the Dao to become gods, why did Old Sun succeed while Old Yang Tou failed?

Because the Holy Light God is even more extreme in the way of concealment than the Wendigo, for example, secretly having a plan codenamed 'Holy Son' behind the scenes.

To put it plainly, it is……

(A burst of strongly rhythmic ethnic music)

Joseph, sit down and let me tell you some heartfelt words.

Joseph, let's both sit down and have a casual chat.

Carpenter, after you marry, you will take Maria as your wife.

She became pregnant before even crossing the threshold, knowing you have worries in your heart.

Who is the child's father, you……

Stop!!!

Seeing the increasingly unfriendly gaze in the eyes of the pure‑love upper god before him, Little Sun hurriedly explained.

"No~noo~ sir, I haven't done anything, really! That child is his, I just mixed in a bit of my blessing!"

That's actually true: before ascension, Sun was a titan giant; after ascension, he became a cluster of holy light energy, neither capable of breeding with humans.

Therefore, the Holy Son is less his offspring and more like a temporary split‑off mini‑server from his main body.

If the Holy God's main server operates normally, continuously providing responses to believers worldwide and sending out bundled holy light blessings,

then the Holy Son sub‑server would not need to be activated, could keep this secret identity, and live out a respectable life to old age and death.

Thus, throughout church history there have actually been several popes and cardinals who were Holy Sons, only no one knew their true identities.

So correspondingly, when Old Sun's main server encounters an accident, develops problems, and information exchange cannot run normally,

the Holy Son sub‑server can immediately take over, at least maintaining the existence of holy light so believers don't on the spot turn into weaklings holding a meeting.

Or when a great crisis arises in the mortal realm, as the most suitable vessel to contain a god's consciousness and power, letting Old Sun go out to crush the opposition.

Hearing him explain this far, Ji Ming also realized.

Oh, no wonder those guys suddenly could use holy light again—now I get it!

His lack of urgency about the Curia also has this reason: the last time he personally escorted supplies, he noticed many believers were delighted and happy.

He even thought those fanatical believers had finally gone completely mad from a collapsed faith, planning to set up an Arkham Special Talent Training Institute on the spot.

After inquiring, he learned that, including the pope, several high‑ranking clerics had again sensed the presence of holy light.

——Wahaha, Kami‑sama has resurrected!

"What?"

Ji Ming was still pondering how Old Sun's fate was so huge that even two true gods striking out couldn't finish him off.

Then, because his personal IP was too hot, a swarm of surrounding little fans eagerly jumped up, wanting to 'take a look at big brother's divine blessing.'

That was no problem; already used to carrying a child, he began to pull out his storage ring.

But when he reached out and touched it, he found the daylight tube still pitch black, with no sign of light at all.

"Ah this."

Holy Light God, are you even capable?

No choice; he had to inject some thunder light into it himself, just to play with it as a toy to amuse the child.

But even though Little Sun explained all that, there remains a very important problem unsolved.

"If that's really the case, how could a mere mortal like you possibly possess the consciousness of the Holy Light God?"

Ji Ming sized up the holy son from head to toe, one who could almost be described as having an ethereal immortal aura, his brows furrowed.

"Or are you saying you've seized this body? Uh, I feel that might be a bit……"

Seeing the upper god seem displeased again, Little Sun hurriedly explained once more.

"No~noo~ I didn't do that either, really! 'I' am still 'I'; I merely imitated a bit of your methods."

Although Ji Ming appears to have many cheats, and indeed he does, most of those cheats are actually innate to him as a higher‑dimensional being.

As the savior, the only cheat he strictly received from the little boss is 【Projection】, an ability that can draw other higher‑dimensional consciousnesses into the Yangyue World and control native organisms' actions.

So, since this 【Projection】 method can cross infinite, distant dimensions, what's the trouble with mere divine realms and the separation of immortals and mortals?

Thus, after reverse‑engineering and borrowing the wisdom of 【Projection】 from the upper god, the Holy Light God can freely project his thoughts outward.

He thereby became the first native player on Yangyue Star, able to log into an account named 【Holy Son】 that resonates extremely highly with him.

But in his elation he failed to notice that the originally stand‑alone, closed‑environment sub‑server had thus formed a signal link with the main server……

Moreover, the Holy Light God originally intended to use this method to increase his chances of walking the mortal world, boosting his appearance rate and presence.

Who knew that before he could give the savior a surprise or a shock, his own main body would first be…… killed by them.

So since the main server has already blown up, the Holy Son sub‑server that was successfully activated ought, by rights, to go solo.

But although he is not a god's offspring, being the crystal of a mortal couple, at birth he indeed mixed in a bit of the Holy Light God's component.

Therefore, strictly speaking, all historical Holy Sons can actually be considered half‑clones of the Holy Light God; otherwise they couldn't repeatedly bear the god's descent.

So when the desperate main server, before dying, tried to connect to the subserver for help, and accidentally, kept this connection after death……

The part hidden within the Holy Son's body, coming from the Holy Light God, awakened then, and at the same time fully activated the Holy Light bloodline within his body.

Thus from that day on, the Holy Son was the Holy God! The Holy God was the Holy Son!

Whoa, the unfortunate world rules, got stuck at a bug again, lah!

But the divine legacy is so vast, it nearly overwhelmed this young mortal body; only in the past few days did I manage to sort out my thoughts.

Well then, hurry up and go tell the Supreme God I'm safe.