Chapter 313 – Version Invasion

“EX-grade Plot Point rewards? A special title? And… permanent release from the Reincarnation Cycle?”

A burly young man named Dulin, a longsword radiating faint holy light hanging at his waist, stared wide-eyed at his Lord God’s wristwatch, utterly stunned by the content displayed.

The rest of his squad—four comrades who had just stumbled out of the twisted void—wore expressions mirroring his: shock, disbelief, and overwhelming elation. All traces of exhaustion and wariness vanished in an instant, replaced by barely containable excitement.

EX-grade Plot Points!

These were the highest-tier universal rewards within the Lord God’s space. If used wisely—combined with ample resources and a bit of luck—just a single EX-grade Plot Point could nurture a Reincarnator powerful enough to destroy worlds, equivalent to a Void Refining Realm cultivator in a cultivation system.

Such beings could dominate any mission world they entered.

As for the special title, it was even more valuable than the Plot Points.

In the Lord God’s domain, titles weren’t just symbols of honor—they often represented high-level system permissions.

Things like previewing partial information about upcoming missions, avoiding death penalties upon failure, or forcibly returning to the space in cases of overwhelming danger—these privileges coveted by countless Reincarnators could only be unlocked through specific titles.

And special titles were even rarer and more potent. Some legendary titles could even mark an entire mission world as a legion’s base, turning it into an exclusive domain for gathering resources and building power.

Those who possessed such titles stood at the apex of the Lord God’s hierarchy—overlooking the multitudes as gods among men.

Yet, these two already priceless rewards seemed to pale in comparison to the final line of glowing gold text on the mission panel:

Permanent Release from the Reincarnation Cycle!

These few simple words landed like thunder in the hearts of every team member, setting their blood boiling with uncontainable fervor.

Every Reincarnator who had ever stepped into the Lord God’s space understood one brutal truth—

Once chosen, their fate was sealed: endless cycles of life-and-death missions, traversing strange and perilous worlds, constantly battling to survive.

Even the strongest among them couldn’t truly escape this fate. One careless mistake in what seemed like a routine mission could mean total annihilation—reduced to dust in the vast cosmos.

To escape the endless loop of reincarnation and regain true freedom—this was the deepest, most sacred desire buried in the hearts of all elite Reincarnators. It was the very reason they kept climbing.

But entering the Lord God’s space was easy. Leaving it?

As difficult as ascending to the heavens.

In all the vast history of the Reincarnator system, no one had ever achieved a full release from its grasp.

And now, for the first time ever, the Lord God had offered it—as the final reward of this mission.

Words could not describe the value of this.

The entire squad trembled from the excitement, their eyes blazing with never-before-seen determination.

The “Brave Squad” was a renowned elite unit within the cutthroat jungle of the Lord God’s realm.

Even the weakest among them was on par with a Peak Nascent Soul Realm interloper—capable of shaking the foundations of a mission world.

Their captain, Dulin, and their strategist and vice-captain, Sinak, wielded power equivalent to early Divine Transformation Realm cultivators—true titans of the Reincarnation space.

“We must get that release right!” growled a voluptuous woman in revealing leather armor, twin massive axes in hand. Her eyes gleamed with bloodlust.

“I’ve waited for this day… far, far too long,” rasped another teammate clad in tight black battle gear. A rogue assassin, his clenched fists trembled with suppressed emotion.

“An EX-grade Legion Conflict Mission… the difficulty will be beyond imagination. We need to approach this with absolute caution,” said a calm young man in sci-fi armor, his tone analytical.

“The Lord God never issues certain-death missions. No matter how brutal it may be, there’s always a sliver of hope.

“We must give it everything we have. Otherwise, even if we somehow survive this, we’ll eventually die in some future, even crueler mission… and never see the light.”

In the end, it was Captain Dulin who, through sheer willpower, first emerged from the trance of overwhelming excitement.

He took a deep breath. His gaze sharpened and steadied.

“Alright, calm down!”

“Per our standard operating procedures, the first step is always intel gathering. We need to learn everything we can about this native world—its power systems, dominant factions, and the Sky Canopy mission target—before forming a detailed strategy.”

He paused, sweeping his eyes across the squad.

“Since this is a large-scale Legion Conflict, we’re not the only top-tier Reincarnator squad participating.

“Competition will be intense. We must seek every potential alliance—whether with native resistance forces or other Reincarnator teams. Any of them could be key to mission success.”

Under Dulin’s clear-headed analysis, the others gradually cooled their emotions, regaining the composure expected of elite Reincarnators.

Just then, the vice-captain, Sinak—robed in dark blue arcane garments embroidered with starry sigils and runes—suddenly furrowed his brow and said gravely:

“Have you noticed? This world we’ve descended into… it’s fundamentally different from all the previous mission worlds we’ve experienced.”

Sinak was the squad’s only Arcane Master, specializing in soul perception and rule parsing. His sensitivity to changes in energy flow and world laws far surpassed the norm.

By contrast, Dulin followed the traditional Holy Sword Hero path, excelling in frontline combat and direct engagement. When it came to the abstract, rule-based domains, his intuition couldn’t match Sinak’s.

Hearing this, the rest of the squad shifted their focus away from the rewards and began carefully sensing the environment.

The tech-armored teammate quickly pulled out a metallic orb the size of a fist.

With a casual toss, it unfolded mid-air into a buzzing drone that immediately began scanning the surrounding world—spectral data, spatial curvature, particle density…

“What exactly do you mean by ‘different’?” Dulin asked seriously.

Sinak frowned deeply, struggling to find the right words. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his tone uncertain:

“I just feel… this mission world is far larger than any we’ve experienced before.”

“Larger?” The tech-soldier glanced at his projected data. “Surface area is about 200 million square kilometers. Pretty expansive, but smaller than the Zerg Hive World or the Dragon-God fantasy realm.”

Sinak shook his head.

“No. Not physically larger. I mean on a cognitive level. A kind of vastness of being.”

“From the moment I arrived, I felt… my soul loosen. As if it had long been bound in a tight, suffocating box—and now it has finally been freed into an open sky.”

His cryptic words struck a chord with Dulin.

He looked down at his wristwatch, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“…Now that you mention it, I do feel like the subtle connection between me and the Lord God’s system has been weakened.”

“It’s as if… even the Lord God itself is being suppressed here.”

This peculiar exchange instantly caught the attention of the other three squadmates, who began testing their own links to the Lord God system and scanning the world’s anomalies.

After some discussion, they all reached the same conclusion:

This cyberpunk mission world—they now realized—held some massive secret they had yet to uncover.

But they wouldn’t have time to dwell on it.

Just three minutes after their arrival in this barren wilderness, the Sky Canopy overhead suddenly flickered—emitting a chilling, ghostly-blue radiance without warning.

The infinite array of energy matrix nodes across the canopy—like a field of stars—lit up and began to churn in a dizzying, synchronized dance.

Then, in the very center of the canopy, countless beams of spiritual energy converged—forming an unimaginably massive, icy cold eye!

It hung in the sky, gazing down upon them with godlike precision.

BOOM!!!

A thunderous roar, as if from the deepest earth or the highest heaven, shattered the stillness of the world.

The Sky Canopy seemed to awaken some unfathomable force.

Torrents of blue spiritual energy—a thousandfold brighter than the eye—erupted from every direction, flooding downward in an apocalyptic deluge.

Yet there was no chaos in this flood. Only crushing order and precision.

The torrents merged mid-air, rapidly becoming a roaring ocean of energy.

The Brave Squad could even see the water—pure spirit energy—churning violently. Every wave distorted space itself, as if even the laws of reality couldn’t withstand the pressure.

“Not good!” Dulin’s face turned ashen. He drew his holy sword on instinct.

Sacred runes lit up the blade as a brilliant golden sword light shot skyward, trying to carve a path through the oncoming sea.

But in the face of this cosmic-scale force, his attack was like a drop of dew in a hurricane.

The golden sword light vanished without even a ripple.

“Full defense!” Sinak’s voice rang out sharply.

His arcane staff flared. Layers upon layers of rune-etched shields bloomed around them like petals.

Others unleashed their trump cards—the tech soldier deployed dozens of redirecting shields and overloaded his shoulder cannons; the dual-axe berserker roared as totems surged across her skin and blood-red flames ignited on her blades.

But it was all useless.

In the face of the spiritual sea, all resistance was meaningless.

In an instant, the vast wasteland—and everything in it—was swallowed whole.

No explosion. No shockwave.

Only obliteration.

As if all matter and energy had been disassembled and absorbed, becoming part of the storm itself.

Everywhere the eye could see… only the endless, churning sea of ghostly-blue power remained.

And that… was only the beginning.

All across the world under the Sky Canopy—in hidden wilds, ruined cities, borderlands—similar catastrophes were unfolding.

Hundreds of Reincarnator teams had just arrived.

They were obliterated on arrival.

Sky Canopy beams rained down. Entire oceans of energy materialized and swept away the newcomers—those who hadn’t even gotten a chance to understand the world they had stepped into.

One after another, they vanished—wiped out before they could draw a second breath.

And yet… more kept coming.

Like moths to a flame, endless waves of Reincarnators continued descending through cracks in space and unstable energy fields, drawn by a mysterious pull.

The Lord God’s genocide-scale purge had begun.

The vast majority—less skilled or unlucky—were eradicated by the all-seeing Eye of God.

But a few, the truly elite or cunning survivors, reacted instantly.

Sensing the terror cloaking this world, they burned through all their resources to vanish into the cities.

Like drops of water into an ocean, they adapted, disguised themselves, mimicked the natives’ behavior and speech, and concealed their presence.

They vanished into the gears of this cold, immense machine-world—buying time to plan their next move.

The Cyber World has begun its Version Invasion!

(End of Chapter)