Chapter 175
The Plague Rat understood immediately.
Lu Chuan didn’t need to explain; the god naturally saw how to maximize its advantage.
Given the situation, refusing to drag other gods into the mud meant waiting to die. But the Plague Rat wasn’t one to sit and await death — otherwise, why descend upon mortals to gather followers in the first place?
Now, of course, it knew what choice best served it. As for Lu Chuan — they were allies of convenience, nothing more. Survive this crisis first; the rest could wait.
The Plague Rat bolted toward Blissful Void Dream’s domain, a horde of nameless evil gods hot on its heels.
Meanwhile, Lu Chuan quietly led his believers to join another high priest of Blissful Void Dream, blending into that priest’s flock.
He had no choice — Blissful Void Dream’s church was far too large. In this world, countless people longed to live forever in dreams; His followers multiplied without end. Small sects sprang up constantly, but only those that survived and grew massive earned the god’s attention.
Lu Chuan had no intention of painstakingly building his own flock. Instead, he brought his believers to merge with a bigger congregation, planning to let that group’s leader take the fall — then inherit everything later.
That leader harbored little suspicion of Lu Chuan. Who would turn away someone bringing a crowd of new followers? And this man seemed nearly powerless, armed only with a minor blessed trinket lacking offensive strength — hardly a threat.
“As long as you stay honestly by my side, there will naturally be opportunities for you to make achievements.” The High Priest said to Lu Chuan. “Now is the time when manpower is needed—it is time to let the gods witness our faith!”
The fact that the [Plague Rat] had openly defected to [Void Dream] had already stirred up a huge storm among the gods, and even among the believers, it was no small matter.
Recently, waves of believers had begun to fall ill. Even when gods intervened to heal them, it only treated the symptoms but not the cause. The more favored believers of powerful gods—such as the [Mother of Fertility], the [Omniscience God], and others—could be sheltered, their sickness cut off before spreading. But for the majority, especially those who had only recently joined the faith and had yet to receive divine blessings, it was another matter. Even if they recovered, they were quickly reinfected by others.
As a result, the faith of many gods teetered on the brink—especially the followers of minor or mid-tier evil gods, who were far more likely to defect.
Of those defectors, some went to [Void Dream], others went to [Plague Rat], and the rest were scattered among various other gods.
Wasn’t this outright poaching?
No god had a good temper. Immediately, they began to hunt down [Plague Rat] and [Void Dream], convinced these two were secretly conspiring. They didn’t care that [Void Dream] denied involvement—if it had nothing to do with him, why would [Plague Rat] run to him? And if he was truly uninvolved, why hadn’t he killed [Plague Rat] on the spot? Since he hadn’t, and had even taken in believers, then [Plague Rat]’s brazen poaching must have been done under [Void Dream]’s orders!
Thus, in a very short time, those two gods became public enemies.
What no one realized was that [Void Dream] himself was just as baffled. He certainly wasn’t behind [Plague Rat], but since the latter came over with his flock of followers, and their authorities didn’t even overlap, killing him would have been pointless—worse, it would only prove the rumors true. To make matters worse, [Plague Rat] had recently swallowed up the authorities of several other gods of similar domains, making him a mid-tier god already, not easy to kill. With the delay, rumors had already taken on a life of their own.
And so, [Void Dream] was saddled with a burden he could never shake off.
Gradually, and no one knew exactly who lit the first spark, but a massive war between gods erupted.
A war among the gods was inevitable. Human faith was limited, and the world itself only so large—it couldn’t hold too many gods. In the early days, everyone could eat their share, because the human population was abundant. But now that most of humanity was dead and the rest barely hanging on, the only way to secure faith was to eliminate rivals.
Adding fuel to the fire was none other than Lu Chuan. Stirring trouble, spreading false blame, diverting disaster—such tactics came as naturally to him as breathing. In no time, the war of the gods had begun in earnest, and almost no one noticed the crucial role Lu Chuan had played.
[Host, you’re amazing—you’ve once again made the gods fight each other.] #888 couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.
Every time Lu Chuan entered one of these multi-god dungeons, he delighted in fanning the flames until the gods tore each other apart. To outsiders, he might have looked like a candidate for God of War or Death himself.
“No choice,” Lu Chuan chuckled. “There are so many gods, and none of them get along. If I didn’t stir things up, I’d feel like I was letting them down. System, keep scanning—if you detect any sign of Number 6, tell me immediately.”
Gods were manageable—Lu Chuan had fought them long enough to understand their temperaments. But the Executor Number 6—he had only heard the name, never seen the man. From the feel of it, this was someone not easily dealt with. If they crossed paths, Lu Chuan knew his only option was to run.
[Don’t worry, Host—I’m always scanning.] #888 replied firmly.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the dungeon—
Several mid-tier gods were locked in battle. Their authorities overlapped, and each sought to devour the others to evolve further.
Here, divine power clashed chaotically, and humans were nearly extinct. What faces remained were blank with hopelessness, not knowing how or when death would come. There was no trace of hope.
And precisely because of that chaos and emptiness, this battlefield was the perfect entry point for Executor Number 6.
[What is that?]
[So huge!]
[Something’s coming!]
…
The fighting gods suddenly felt a bone-deep chill, as if ice had been pressed into the core of their beings, freezing them from head to toe.
Some immediately tried to flee, realizing the terror in an instant. Others, bolder, wanted to stay—perhaps this newcomer could be devoured, to their benefit?
Boom—
A colossal creature, vast beyond comprehension, came crashing down. The gods instantly knew something was wrong.
Humans nearby saw the sky turn black.
Their bodies quietly began to change.
But they felt no alarm—it seemed natural, as if it had always been so.
Unknowingly, their minds and awareness were polluted, mutating into humanoid monsters of unknown kind.
[Not good!]
[Whatever it is, it’s filled with too many conflicting divine auras!]
[How could such a being exist in this world?!]
The gods weren’t fools. They realized this monster was saturated with divine essence—so much it could only mean hostility, perhaps even a predator of gods.
But they realized it too late.
For Executors, devouring rogue players and runaway gods was daily routine. Feeding on gods was nothing new.
As soon as Number 6 descended, mouths opened all over his body, devouring the gods without hesitation. Their consciousness and power exploded inside him, but he was unfazed. Given time, they would all be digested.
“No main god here?” The massive Executor paused in puzzlement, then shifted into a towering humanoid figure. He wore a uniform like Cang Jiu’s, but both sides of his body were covered with eyes of varying shapes and powers.
“Wen Renxu, God of Time,” Number 6 said slowly, gazing across the world. “I’ve arrived.”
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[Host, Number 6 is here!] #888’s alarm blared, its system data fluctuating. [A completely new data stream just appeared in this world—must be the Number 6 you mentioned.]
888 was shocked. It had seen Cang Jiu and Number 18 before—both restrained their power to avoid damaging the dungeon, leaking only what their nature demanded.
But this newcomer was different.
The moment he arrived, he declared himself with overwhelming force.
By the time #888 reported it, the gods already knew more. A whole region had been wiped clean—the land became a dead zone, every living thing twisted into abominations, and every god there swallowed whole.
Naturally, this drew attention.
But only that—attention.
Gods, by nature and power, scarcely knew what fear was. They cared far more about dividing territory, annexing rivals. Why worry about some outsider? Perhaps he was just another evil god, here to fight for believers.
Lu Chuan, however, was cautious.
Once he confirmed Number 6’s arrival, he immediately reined himself in. He hid his divine seeds carefully, disguised himself as an ordinary man, and stopped fanning flames.
No joke—who knew what kind of monster Number 6 was? If he was a god-slayer, Lu Chuan might be next. Let the tall ones hold up the sky—Lu Chuan wasn’t getting involved.
For now, his only goal was to stay hidden and watch. How would Number 6 deal with the gods? And how would the God of Time respond? That was what mattered.
Without Lu Chuan stirring trouble, some gods quickly noticed things had gone unusually calm.
A bit of suspicion was all it took to start probing.
That someone had been playing tricks became consensus.
And the [Plague Rat], who had relied on the god-war’s chaos to hide under [Void Dream’s] wing, was suddenly vulnerable. With gods’ focus pulled toward Number 6, the war slowed—and [Void Dream] had time to settle accounts.
Even if [Plague Rat] had contracts with Lu Chuan, [Void Dream], master of dreams, could still peer into those dealings.
This was also the very first time in this world that [Void Dream] noticed the existence of the human named Lu Chuan.
Which was why, later on in the dungeon trial, [Void Dream] so readily agreed to join [Omniscient God] and [Mother of Fertility] in besieging Star City and killing Lu Chuan. In Its memory, this human should have died long ago, and it was only right that he pay the price for what happened back then!
At this moment, however, Lu Chuan knew nothing of this.
He was packing his things, preparing to sneak away.
No kidding—once the pace of war slowed, the chance of him being exposed would shoot up to ninety percent. If he didn’t run now, then when?
But which direction to run, and how to run—those were matters of skill.
After some thought, Lu Chuan decided it was better to head toward Number 6’s direction.
Number 6 wasn’t interested in ordinary players or humans, but It was interested in gods.
As long as he kept a certain distance, any gods that tried to chase him would become Number 6’s meal.
The old trick of “killing with a borrowed knife” was still the most effective!
[Host, this is so thrilling!] #888 was excited beyond belief. [Should we lure more gods to follow us toward Number 6?]
“You really are making progress following me, Little System.” Lu Chuan chuckled. “But don’t rush it. Let’s lie low for now. Otherwise…”
Before he finished speaking, Lu Chuan suddenly leapt backward—spears had already covered the spot where he had just been standing.
Damn, who was picking a fight with him?
“It’s him?” Several robed cultists, dressed differently from the usual, surrounded Lu Chuan and questioned.
“It’s him, no mistake.”
“The oracle said—kill this man and bring him back, and we’ll receive divine blessing, plus direct promotion to archbishop!” one of the cultists declared.
“To think several gods would unite to issue an oracle—this is enough to bring glory to our whole clan.”
…
Lu Chuan eyed the arrogant cultists before him. Judging by their aura, they were all at bishop level, their bodies strengthened, and behind them trailed several fully-formed calamities. Clearly, they’d come prepared.
Something had gone wrong.
Lu Chuan’s mind raced. From their words, it seemed the gods had issued a joint kill order on him?
“My lords, could there be some mistake?” Lu Chuan put on an honest smile. “I’m a well-behaved guy, never picked trouble with anyone.”
“Hah, save it. Whether you’re truly honest or faking it, it doesn’t matter. You’ve already been marked by [Void Dream], [God of Plague], and several other gods. Killing you brings blessings. Oh, and [Omniscient God] also added Its own bounty on you. You must be quite something,” one cultist sneered.
[Host, oh no! Did they discover our little schemes? Or was it that rotten rat who betrayed us?] #888 grew nervous, though not frightened. With the host’s skill, even escaping gods wasn’t impossible—these small fry were nothing.
The real problem was: now that they’d been exposed, things would get complicated.
“Quiet, Little System, this isn’t something to brag about.” Lu Chuan clicked his tongue. “Most likely that rat fused with a new Authority and became a new god, slipping past the contract’s restrictions. I had considered the possibility, just didn’t expect it so soon. I underestimated these gods.”
There was no one else who could have locked onto him this quickly—besides that damn rat.
Of course Lu Chuan knew, it was only a matter of time before that rat chose [Void Dream] over him. That was why he was already preparing to run.
But he hadn’t expected the rat to betray him so shamelessly and so soon.
Fine. Next time, that damn rat would be the first sacrifice to heaven!
Lu Chuan drew his Infinite Sacred Handgun, smiling at the powerful cultists. “You’d better be the ones honest with yourselves. Think about it—if I’m someone the gods have to team up to hunt down, do you think I’m easy prey?”
The cultists’ faces froze, then they rushed into battle with him.
—
After a while.
Lu Chuan slaughtered them all, but he had to waste one sanity card and even use a medical item.
A huge loss—having to waste bullets on these idiots. Even being frugal, one bullet per cultist, he spent 20 sanity points. The pain made him twitch with heartache.
He couldn’t risk using the Wealth God skill—he needed to hide in Number 6’s shadow, not draw Its attention.
Meanwhile—
[Plague Rat] was absorbing other gods’ Authorities and divinity, Its power steadily increasing.
[Void Dream] had given It an irresistible offer. Compared to that, a mere human like Lu Chuan wasn’t worth caring about.
Gods had no human morals, no sense of honor or gratitude. Its relationship with Lu Chuan was just mutual exploitation.
In fact, now that It had chosen [Void Dream], [Plague Rat] was the god most eager for Lu Chuan to die.
It was already a mid-tier god. With just a little more divine essence absorbed, ascending again wouldn’t be hard.
“Damn paupers.” Lu Chuan spat, stripping the cultists’ robes to disguise himself, then set back on the road.
He didn’t know how the gods were tracking him, but along the way he ran into countless ambushes. At first he used his handgun, but later he stopped wasting bullets—he simply lured them into clusters of calamities, then came back to clean up.
“Looks like they do have some way of locating me.” Lu Chuan scratched his head. “Can’t underestimate gods. Even when they’re on the back foot, they’ll always find ways to strike back.”
[So, what now, Host?]
“At first I wanted to take it slow. But since they’re ruthless, I won’t hold back either. Time to hurry to Number 6.” Lu Chuan sneered. “As long as I live, there’s always a chance. First, I’ll find Number 6.”
Without hesitation, he led #888 straight toward Number 6, unleashing Cang Jiu’s imprint along the way.
After all, both were Executors—Number 6 should at least give Cang Jiu some face. At the very least, he’d draw less hostility than from the gods.
The closer they got to Number 6, the more desolate it became.
As Cang Jiu had said, where Number 6 resided, no gods could survive. Even creatures warped by Number 6 hid themselves away, not daring to stir.
The cultists pursuing Lu Chuan dwindled. A few still appeared, but the bizarre environment scared them off before Lu Chuan even needed to act.
“Tch. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong.”
Lu Chuan found a clearing, lit a fire, and pulled a roasted chicken from his system space. He sprinkled salt, brushed on seasoning—then turned his head and saw a man, pitch black all over, sitting right beside the fire.
The moment he appeared, the grass withered, the flames leapt sky-high, heat so intense it startled him.
In the dead of night, a thing like this appearing out of nowhere nearly scared Lu Chuan to death!
And when he so much as twitched, the black man’s body erupted with eyes.
Individually, each eye was beautiful—but gathered together, they were horrifying.
And beyond that, the aura this man carried made Lu Chuan’s teeth chatter.
Cang Jiu’s imprint emerged, shielding him from half the pressure.
The eyes stared harder.
Being stared at by so many eyes, Lu Chuan felt his heart climb into his throat.
Holy shit.
Number 6 came this fast? Was he about to die here?
