Chapter 3: The Most Miserable Supreme God in History

Chapter 3: The Most Miserable Lord God in History

Luo Feng stared vacantly at the white ceiling of the Lord God's Space, his heart utterly still, to the point that he almost wanted to laugh. Judging by the dozens of names he’d just heard, it seemed that today, the Lord God’s Space would, probably, most likely, be completely ruined.

“Hey, man, how are you holding up? You alright?” Zheng Zha asked kindly, handing him a cigarette.

“Thanks…” Luo Feng swallowed, his hands trembling as he took the cigarette.

He didn’t smoke, but right now, having something to hold in his hand gave him a sense of security.

Even if, in truth, it was useless.

Seeing Luo Feng accept the gesture, Zheng Zha quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt totally out of place among the dozens of people ahead. It was hard to describe, but if he had to force a comparison—

It was like a little white rabbit stumbling into a horde of true dragons who surveyed the world from on high, their power vast and unfathomable.

The little white rabbit’s instincts drove him to seek out his own kind for solace.

As for why he didn’t go sit by the scar-faced youth, perhaps that, too, was just animal instinct.

“What’s your name?”

“Luo Feng.”

“Zheng Zha.”

“Zheng Zha?!” Luo Feng turned to study him.

Dressed as a young professional, tall and lean, with a touch of handsomeness—he did indeed look like Zheng Zha.

Luo Feng withdrew his gaze and sat quietly in his spot. With the Lord God’s Space already in chaos, one more Zheng Zha hardly mattered.

“You know me?” Zheng Zha was a little surprised. He was just an ordinary office worker; not many people knew him, even fewer paid attention.

Luo Feng nodded. “Heard of you.”

“Oh.” Zheng Zha seemed thoughtful. Modern humans were social creatures—according to the six degrees of separation theory, you could know anyone in the world through seven connections. Maybe Luo Feng knew a friend of his.

“Luo Feng, what do you think of the Lord God’s Space?” Zheng Zha mused aloud. “I’m—”

“Just sit and watch,” Luo Feng cut him off, patting his shoulder.

Then Luo Feng let out a long sigh. “Whatever happens next, let’s just sit here quietly. Don’t speak. Don’t get involved.”

“If we manage to survive…”

Luo Feng paused, then added after some thought, “I just want to do what I want, make all my old dreams come true! I want to actually pull off all those crazy boasts I made online!”

“???” Zheng Zha was utterly confused, his face a picture of bewilderment.

He was about to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the dozens of people who had just introduced themselves were starting to act.

The infinite dimensions began to unravel, the laws of the Dao twisted and distorted, their vision expanded beyond stars and seas, leaping over countless worlds and the void itself. One after another, these powerhouses unleashed their ultimate skills—one thought spawned multiverses, they surpassed infinite dimensions, adjusted timelines, launched attacks from higher planes, a mere trace of sword energy could split three thousand worlds…

None of this actually happened.

With a deafening crash, the Lord God’s Space shattered in an instant, and Luo Feng and Zheng Zha both blacked out.

As mere mortals, all they could perceive was that one thunderous sound.

Without a certain level of enlightenment and mental fortitude, witnessing scenes beyond mortal comprehension, seeing the truth of the Dao itself—would drive anyone mad!

…

Beyond infinite dimensions, in a place surpassing all, there was neither color nor light, neither sound nor form, without shape or substance, like the Dao itself suspended outside all things, ungraspable and undefined.

A dying sphere of brilliant light, barely flickering, raged, “Despicable, all of you!”

Had it been only one powerhouse, the Lord God might have fought to a draw; with two, perhaps he could have escaped. But with dozens acting together, his fate was sealed beyond all doubt.

At this moment, a figure in white robes, gentle as jade, a halo of light around his head, holding a thermos with goji berries, laughed lightly and said, “The Starting Point Alliance has always acted together—against you, it’s all of us at once. Against armies, worlds, and countless living beings, it’s still the few of us, together.”

“Well said!” replied another, smiling, holding a Chaos Pearl. “We roam the myriad worlds, crossing infinite dimensions and boundless seas of the void. What gets us through is our numbers, our loyalty, and the size of our fists!”

The light sphere fell silent—not for lack of words, but because he was truly stunned by their shamelessness.

To borrow the words of many a Reincarnator: “I have something to say, but all I can do is curse.”

He might very well be the most miserable Lord God in history, bar none.

Who knew how much time had passed? It might have been a second, or one hundred and twenty thousand years, or an entire immeasurable epoch—time here had lost all meaning.

In the end, the great sphere of light shattered into countless trillions of fragments, each one a speck of radiance drifting into the boundless void, lost among the myriad worlds.

“Should we gather up the powder?” asked one powerhouse, fingertips playing with a glazed bead.

“No need,” replied another, an immortal air about him, “What a hassle. When you eat cookies, do you bother licking up the crumbs?”

“Indeed, brother, well said. Let’s leave some benefits for those who come after,” chuckled a third, dressed in Daoist robes. He stretched out a slender, pale hand and drew the core of the light into his own palm, merging it into his own infinite multiverse.

“With this in our hands, there’s no chance for it to reverse the timeline.”

“A great good!”

…

Drip, drip…

A twitch. Then another. Then a third. At last, a finger stirred, and a trickle of blood and energy began to flow—faint, but a sign of gradual recovery. From the fingers to the limbs, then to the organs, until finally it coursed through the whole body—consciousness slowly returned.

“Ugh…”

“Where… am I?”

“Who am I?”

“What am I supposed to do?!”

Supporting his dazed head, Luo Feng managed to push himself up, sitting blankly among the grass as he tried to piece together his scattered memories.

I am Luo Feng, twenty years old, a homebody from the House of Rabbit.

I was tricked by the unscrupulous Lord God into the Lord God’s Space, where I met a number of unspeakable powerhouses.

The Lord God… probably, most likely, just got annihilated?!

“So that means I survived! And I escaped the Lord God’s Space?!” Luo Feng muttered softly, his eyes growing brighter, his excitement swelling as he clenched his fists.

“I don’t have to become a Reincarnator!!!”

“Hell yes!”

“I’m alive!”

He pounded the earth, letting his emotions run wild, celebrating his brush with death.

From the start, he had never wanted to enter the Lord God’s Space!

The Lord God’s Space was no child’s game, and Reincarnators were no saints. It was a battlefield shrouded in darkness; whatever the Lord God’s goal, Reincarnators were merely pieces on a board.

The moment he was thrown into the Lord God’s Space by that great sphere of light, Luo Feng had already guessed that, with no special skills or extraordinary intellect, he would soon perish there.

Perhaps in the very first cycle, or in a clash between teams—someone as ordinary as him would be the first to die.

“Thank you, all you powerhouses!” Luo Feng bowed his head in prayer, then looked up to survey his surroundings.

All around were mountain ranges; he was on a small hill, lush with grass and trees, a stream flowing through a valley, and at the foot of the hill, a patch of cultivated farmland.

Luo Feng’s eyes lit up. Farmland meant people—this was civilization!

He was just about to stand when his foot struck something heavy. Looking down, he saw an unconscious Zheng Zha—and a fist-sized fragment of glowing light.

Compelled by some impulse, Luo Feng picked up the glowing shard.

(End of this chapter)