Ch 119: The Malevolent Monster Just Wants To Farm

He remembered.

He remembered who he was and all that had happened before.

He went to the bottom of the lake and found the egg.

The soul inside had already emerged, and the egg had completely transformed.

The dull, unremarkable stone was gone, replaced by crystalline, split-in-half shards.

Within these two transparent, glimmering “eggshell” fragments, various colors of light flickered, shining with a radiant glow.

These were the last remaining traces of the ancient gods and demons.

Fuxi had not been wrong—he was indeed that thread of hope.

Because he had never emerged, had never been entangled in any karma, he alone had escaped the predetermined fate of the gods’ downfall.

And now, the backup plan was coming into play.

All choices were left to him.

Jiang Lin bent down and gently picked up the glowing “eggshell.”

A drop of blood essence, a fragment of a soul.

With just a thought, he could gradually bring them “back to life.”

The timing had also been predicted by these gods.

Now, in the apocalypse, this world was on the brink of destruction, and humanity was on the edge of collapse.

If they were to appear, take on the karma of “saving the world,” and gain the corresponding merit, all weakness would vanish, and the gods would be reborn on this earth.

His “companions” would be revived, and this planet would be saved from the shadow of the zombies.

Everything seemed so natural.

Jiang Lin lowered his gaze.

At this moment, he couldn’t reach anyone—no system, no Qingluo, no Zong Yu.

There was no one to offer advice, and certainly no one to make decisions for him.

He looked up at the sky, shrouded in gray haze, and asked softly, “Is it really that simple?”

He looked down at the “eggshell” in his hands, carrying the last remnants of countless gods’ lives, and asked, “Fuxi, Shaohao, what were you trying to tell me by having that ‘system’ lead me through those tasks?”

He closed his eyes, and suddenly, his hands clenched.

That light, yet unbearably heavy object shattered into countless pieces in Jiang Lin’s hands.

He opened his hands, letting the fragments drift away to the corners of the world.

At the same time, a faint glow appeared around Jiang Lin, as countless green light particles dispersed from his body, following those fragments to places unknown.

His face suddenly turned pale, and he collapsed, barely managing to keep himself from falling flat by propping his hands on the ground. The vast divine power within him dissipated entirely, leaving him completely drained.

“The world no longer needs gods,” he whispered.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his palm. He stared blankly at his hand, turning it over to find a small shard embedded in his palm. Blood quickly welled up from the wound.

A soft green light emerged from the shard, floating in the air and forming a familiar silhouette.

“Emperor Qing…” Jiang Lin gazed at him.

The refined man smiled gently, his eyes scanning the surroundings before he sighed softly, “So, the world has become like this now?”

His gaze drifted into the distance before returning to Jiang Lin.

He smiled warmly at Jiang Lin. “I’m glad to meet you in this form.”

Though he was merely a faint shadow hovering in the air, as if a breeze could disperse him, all the living vegetation in the area bowed in reverence to their god.

Jiang Lin, too weak to stand, simply sat down on the ground, looking up at him. “You went through all the trouble of hinting to me that the gods would eventually perish and that the future belongs to humans. Wasn’t this the outcome you wanted?”

Emperor Qing chuckled softly.

Jiang Lin asked, “Do you regret it?”

“I could revive you all. Even with just a fraction of your strength, these so-called zombies would be wiped out with a mere flick of a finger. With the merit from saving the world, it would be enough for you to regain your power and worship.”

“And then?” Emperor Qing countered. “Then repeat history, only to vanish once again in this world?”

Emperor Qing laughed lightly, “Do you think we, who have lived for millions of years, care about such a brief span of time?”

He looked down at Jiang Lin. “Didn’t you make the same choice, my companion? Or should I say, until this moment, the last… god in this world?”

“We are the same.”

What is a god?

In the beginning, they were a tree, a flower, a cloud, even a gust of wind.

They were part of this world, and because they gained consciousness, they became individual beings.

“We once sought immortality, to live as long as the heavens and earth. But Fuxi and I pondered for tens of thousands of years, what is immortality?” Emperor Qing smiled softly. “I am the vitality of this world, the spring that returns every year. Whether I have this body and am called Emperor Qing, or become a breeze without it, what difference does it make?”

His form gradually became transparent, on the verge of fading away.

“My friend, if someone is destined to inherit a bit of my power and will in the future, I hope that when I have the choice, I can pick someone pleasing to the eye.”

Jiang Lin realized something as the wound in his palm began to burn.

“You chose to become an ordinary person, but I think this desolate world still needs someone to save it.”

Emperor Qing’s figure had already disappeared, leaving only one final sentence in the void:

“We old guys are leaving first to enjoy some peace. It’s up to you, the ‘youngest’ among us, to take on a bit more responsibility.”

The green light from the fragment entered Jiang Lin’s body, slowly restoring his depleted strength.

Jiang Lin took a deep breath and smiled slightly. “I will not fail.”

On September 13th, the eighth year of the apocalypse, at the survivor base in the capital of Huaxia, a woman suddenly developed a high fever and fell into a coma. That night, a magnificent fiery red bird appeared in the sky, accompanied by roaring flames that illuminated the night. This woman, later renamed “Zhuque,” awoke with the power to control fire.

On the same night, in a small town in southern China, countless people witnessed a massive green dragon coiling in the sky, its roar shaking the heavens.

By the end of September, in the east, the figure of a white mythical beast appeared, stepping on light. A seven-year-old boy named Mumu gained the ability to purify viruses.

In October, in a barren desert base in the northwest, countless green shoots suddenly sprouted. An elderly, critically ill medical expert opened his eyes, full of vitality.

…

In the history of the planet, September 13th later became known as “New Birth Day.”

From that day forward, the first humans with extraordinary powers appeared on Earth. These individuals possessed incredible abilities described in myth and legend, and during battles, the figures of ancient gods would appear behind them. But they were not gods. They could be injured, age, and die. After their death, their powers would be inherited by an unknown “lucky” warrior.

These powerful warriors led the remaining human soldiers to eradicate all zombies. The crisis was averted, and humanity entered a new era.

“Grandpa, so are those ancient myths all true?” a little girl with pigtails asked, tilting her head.

Beside her, an elderly man with white hair chuckled and said, “It might be true. These gods and immortals, during times of peace, can’t be found anywhere. But when humanity was in the greatest danger, they were the ones who appeared and saved us.”

“Then can I ask the gods to give me a big bag of candy when I wake up?” the little girl asked expectantly. “The stories say that gods can grant our wishes.”

The old man laughed and shook his head. “That’s not how it works. The gods protect this world, but if we humans want something, we still have to work hard for it ourselves.”

He patted his granddaughter’s head. “Little girl, it’s time to go to bed!”

[End of Main Story]

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