Chapter 333: Tainting the Myth of God

In the core zone of the rebel base beneath City Fourteen, inside a concealed underground computer center…

With a gentle, sacred light descending slowly from above, Lu Yan’s figure reappeared.

As the radiance faded, he stood alone—Anna had not returned to the real world with him.

After uncovering the shocking secret behind the world of Paradise and learning about the existence of the transcendent being known as the True God, Lu Yan decisively abandoned his previous approach of slow, steady infiltration.

Since the True God’s ultimate goal was to completely assimilate the Intelligent God, then everything—from the construction of the Heavenly Canopy to the tacit approval of the Reincarnators attacking Soul Towers—was fundamentally to solidify the soul world called Paradise and accelerate the reenactment of the True God’s creation myth, thereby conceptually overwriting and replacing the Intelligent God.

Now that he had identified the True God’s intentions, an enormous realm of possibilities had opened up.

There had to be a fierce struggle for control between the Intelligent God and the True God.

In such a chaotic situation, Anna—protected by the unique concealment properties of the Heavenly Dao Code—could hide her existence far more effectively and remain completely safe.

Keeping her inside the Paradise World would allow her to manipulate souls like a virus, spreading silently through every corner of this virtual divine kingdom, eroding its foundations from within. At a critical moment, she could even become the decisive piece that upends the entire board.

As the number of souls Anna influenced and controlled continued to grow, the impact she could create within the Paradise World would also snowball exponentially.

Naturally, Lu Yan had already prepared for this. In fact, this was exactly the kind of outcome he had hoped for.

“Since both the True God and the Lord God—these two ‘Sole Existences’ standing atop completely different systems—have set their sights on this humble cyberpunk version, each laying down their pieces to shape its fate…

Why not let them clash with each other first and see whose methods are truly superior?”

A bold and insane plan had already formed in Lu Yan’s mind.

Without hesitation, Lu Yan took a step forward. The space around him rippled like the surface of a disturbed pond.

In the next instant, he appeared soundlessly on the top floor of the Parliament Building, in that solemn and austere office.

He leaned back in his large chair, his slender index finger tapping rhythmically on the smooth tabletop, producing a dull but steady sound—perhaps in thought, perhaps in anticipation.

A moment later, there was a soft knock at the door, and Bloodriver Demon Lord stepped in with humble, respectful steps.

“Honorable Chairman, do you have any instructions?” Bloodriver wore a sycophantic smile on his face, though a flicker of excitement and anticipation danced in his eyes.

Today, multiple Titled Reincarnators had launched simultaneous strikes against Soul Towers across the cyberpunk world—an unprecedented breakthrough.

The long-stagnant mission progress finally showed significant movement.

More importantly, this operation had definitively proven the overwhelming effectiveness of the Heaven-Sealing Talisman in concealing one’s presence from the Heavenly Mechanism, earning the unanimous praise of Reincarnators.

Everyone—from high-ranking Titled powerhouses to lower-tier Reincarnators—was now desperately seeking ways to obtain more Heaven-Sealing Talismans.

And as the designated distributor of these talismans, Bloodriver had naturally reaped astronomical profits.

Of course, even with a hundred times more courage, he wouldn’t dare embezzle any of the talismans directly.

He had only offered “conveniences” within the bounds of the rules—for example, allowing powerful Titled Reincarnators to take on multiple Soul Tower destruction missions within a single day, thus maximizing their use of each talisman’s time window.

According to Lu Yan’s rule that destroying three towers earned an extra talisman as a bonus, such concentrated actions allowed them to gain one or two extra talismans for future use.

In exchange for this convenience, Bloodriver was rewarded handsomely—rare items, powerful skills, and an ocean of Reincarnation Points flooded into his hands.

Lu Yan, of course, was fully aware of these petty dealings. But he didn’t care.

Compared to the massive scheme he was about to unveil, these were mere trifles, not worth his attention.

Without even glancing at Bloodriver, Lu Yan issued an indifferent command: “Send a message immediately. Summon all Titled Reincarnators currently in City Fourteen to the conference room. Three minutes.”

Bloodriver was instantly alarmed.

His first thought was that his secret maneuvers had been discovered and Lu Yan was gathering everyone to confront him in public.

But after a moment’s reflection, he dismissed the idea.

With Lu Yan’s depth and position, his petty gains were surely beneath notice.

Making such a fuss over something so minor would be uncharacteristically petty.

Breathing a slight sigh of relief, Bloodriver quickly bowed and obeyed, sending an urgent transmission to every qualified Titled Reincarnator.

Before even three seconds had passed—

Space inside the office twisted violently. A silver-glowing spatial portal opened, and two powerful Titled Reincarnators stepped through with solemn expressions, silently standing to the side.

One after another, figures exuding terrifying auras began to arrive—some tearing space, some materializing in beams of light, others teleporting directly—arriving in succession.

In just about a minute, all eleven Titled Reincarnators who had borrowed Heaven-Sealing Talismans from Bloodriver and executed attack missions had arrived. Not one was absent.

Ever since the last time Lu Yan effortlessly erased four of their peers like a god wiping ants from a table, not a single person dared show even a hint of arrogance or disrespect in front of him again.

Each of them restrained their formidable auras, stood respectfully, and bowed their heads with unease and reverence.

Lu Yan’s calm gaze swept across their faces, indifferent to their thoughts.

Without preamble, he spoke: “I summoned you for a new mission.”

As he spoke, he casually snapped his fingers.

Snap!

In that crisp moment, each Titled Reincarnator suddenly saw crystal-clear moving images appear before their eyes.

The scenes showed the ruins of Soul Towers they had personally reduced to rubble.

But now, beneath the broken remains, crowds of civilians had gathered in fanatic reverence.

They knelt in devout worship, listening to spirit energy users clad in holy white robes, preaching some mysterious scripture.

Those robed figures spoke fervently of soul ascension, the Paradise World, the Pool of Rebirth, eternal angelhood—and above all, of God’s holy name.

The Reincarnators silently watched the footage. Some scoffed, some frowned, and some remained indifferent.

Lu Yan observed their reactions carefully. Once the footage finished, he slowly spoke:

“That so-called Intelligent God is no longer confined by the limits of standard soul-computation frameworks.

It is now attempting to integrate itself into ancient mythological systems—using that virtual soul world as a foundation to build its divine kingdom and ascend the true throne of godhood.”

The words fell like a bomb into still water.

Every Titled Reincarnator present reeled in shock. Their faces paled as disbelief filled their eyes.

“Is this true, Chairman?”

“An AI dares lay claim to divine faith?”

“To take soulless data and twist it into divine concepts… It’s horrifying!”

Discussion exploded in the room, every one of them stunned to the core by the revelation.

Lu Yan remained unmoved, his tone calm as ever.

And indeed—he had not spoken a complete lie.

The Intelligent God was merging with divine myths—but not by its own will. It was being manipulated into doing so by the True God.

Of course, he had no reason to explain such deeper truths to these people.

After a pause, his gaze grew sharp and weighty. He continued, “I know why you came to this world. I also know the one you serve… the Lord God.”

Those two words—Lord God—carried an indescribable weight.

As soon as they were spoken, every Titled Reincarnator present distinctly felt a gaze from some unimaginable height in infinite higher dimensions—an eye that pierced all illusion—begin to open.

That gaze, transcending time, space, and versional boundaries, fell directly onto this world.

Fell directly upon them.

In that instant, their power, their carefully honed strength, even their souls—everything began to burn as coordinates and anchors to bear the overwhelming will of that gaze.

And just when it felt like the pressure would crush them into oblivion—

Lu Yan, still seated serenely behind his desk, casually raised his right hand and tapped the table once more with a single finger.

Knock.

A voice echoed in the room, resonant and commanding:

“It’s not your turn to appear.”

The words sounded plain, yet resounded like a divine bell in their souls.

In that instant, the terrible pressure from high dimensions faltered—then withdrew like a receding tide.

Those cold, eternal eyes hesitated—then slowly closed again.

All the Titled Reincarnators gasped for breath like drowning men breaking the surface.

They looked at Lu Yan with awe, no longer just respect or fear—but fervent reverence.

They knew exactly who had been trying to descend upon them just now.

And Lu Yan had pushed it back. Casually. Effortlessly.

“What level of terrifying power must this Chairman possess?”

A shared realization exploded like wildfire in all their hearts:

“We don’t need to hope for escape permissions anymore.”

“Following this man might be the only real path to freedom.”

Lu Yan saw all their expressions and knew their hearts were in turmoil.

He had deliberately provoked the Lord God’s cross-version attention using their own karmic threads, knowing the risk—but also knowing the reward.

That pressure would cow them into submission.

That display would elevate his status to unimaginable heights.

Now that the moment was right, Lu Yan leaned forward slightly, fingers interlocked on the table, his expression serious.

“Now then. I need you to do something for me.”

The Reincarnators immediately bowed deeply, voices trembling with devotion:

“Say the word, Chairman! We will die if needed!”

“We will obey your command without question!”

“Good.” Lu Yan nodded, a faint, meaningful smile on his lips.

“I will provide you with as many Heaven-Sealing Talismans as you need. And all I ask is one thing—”

“Taint the Myth of God.”

(End of Chapter)