Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 338 - 337: God Against God

Chapter 338: Chapter 337: God Against God

Kokomoqi turned her head, her eyes shimmering with complex emotions.

"Every divinity’s birth is inseparable from the era they belong to, just as tender sprouts replace withered leaves... Your Paradise is no exception. People pursue a carefree life because that’s what they crave at this moment... To not worry about food and clothing, they are willing to invest, willing to pray to the divinities. But what will happen once a carefree life is achieved? Your name will surely be of no concern, and by then, new divinities will be born, and you will be eliminated by the era."

"What’s more ironic is that the more carefully you develop followers and expand the power of your sect, the quicker this day will come. As a Latter God, you criticizing your predecessors for regressing is itself a very ironic matter."

Chaoyang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind.

Uh, is this... memory?

A series of images flashed through his mind, he saw cities rise from snowy mountains, saw statues of the Magic Goddess standing atop each peak, saw countless throngs of people praying for miracles...

It was a kingdom filled with magic.

He had not initiated a connection, so why was he seeing these images?

He pressed his temples and looked up at the figure before him.

Was she... reminiscing about the past?

"No, Yu is not reminiscing," Kokomoqi seemed to read his thoughts, "Do you know how Yu exited the stage?"

Chaoyang slightly closed his eyes, and the images changed—smokestacks spewing steam rose one after another, an unusual evergreen forest appeared at the foot of the snowy mountains, and as thermal energy and green leaves launched year after year of counterattacks, the ice and snow kept receding; on these black lands that were relinquished, people began to plant fruit trees, sow grains... until they turned into vast stretches of fertile fields.

"Yu encouraged the followers to introduce machinery, to develop agriculture, to fill the void left by the absence of miracles... and then Yu was accelerated into obsolescence," Kokomoqi said casually, "For Yu, Yu had completed the tasks of this era and finally greeted freedom. So why do you think Yu would reminisce about the past?"

Chaoyang couldn’t help being shaken inside.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of divinities had gone astray. "Even without followers, divinities don’t perish? Shouldn’t you feed on wishing power?"

"If you eat less, then reduce the consumption. If you don’t have to show miracles to your followers or respond to their prayers, the consumption naturally tends towards zero. If all else fails, just shrink The Divine Country, and survival is always possible," Kokomoqi replied calmly, "Moreover, there is a legacy among humans. Even if cities are destroyed and eras change, information about divinities will still be passed down through history books and folk tales, which can provide a bit of wishing power."

"Don’t even think about it. As a mortal ascending to divinity, your need for wishing power is far greater than hers, and you’d die without it," Shi Yin interjected just in time.

"But I thought they were all wishing power monsters, thinking about expanding their wishing power income every moment."

Shi Yin disagreed, "With more Latter Gods, of course there would be all kinds."

"If that’s the case... in some sense, isn’t the God of All Machines also a tender sprout replacing withered leaves? Why do you then band together to struggle against the Longjiu Family?"

"It’s different!" Kokomoqi asserted sternly, "We accept the withering and recognize the changes of the eras, but that doesn’t mean we are willing to offer our necks to be cut by someone else! Yu finally gained freedom after difficulty, there’s still so much Yu wants to do; how could Yu just sit still and wait for death? You too... As a junior, do you really think the God of All Machines would spare you? No... he will only obliterate you completely and swallow you in one gulp."

"This distance is close enough—this casual chat ends here." She spread her arms wide, and her hair began to dance along, "Are you ready, Paradise Master?"

"Wait!" Chaoyang shouted loudly. His commanding presence made the girl startle.

"What now, are you going to surrender?"

"No, I was hoping this contest could be more fair."

"This isn’t a contest, Yu is compelling you with force," she corrected.

"Call it whatever you want, but haven’t you noticed a problem?" Chaoyang said composedly, "If I lose, you’ll forcibly take me to Zhaixing City, but what if you lose? Forceful persuasion should be mutual, so if I win, you’ll have to stop the troops from marching south and let Duke Rosha accept Paradise Sect’s jurisdiction over Thistlefort."

"Yu has said before, Yu does not interfere with politics."

"Then how about you come back to Thistlefort with me?"

"..." Kokomoqi looked him over, "Fine, if that’s your final fantasy."

"Words alone are not proof; let’s sign a contract." Chaoyang pulled out a sheet of paper.

"You..."

"I’m not afraid to tell you that this contract is binding. It possesses the authority of the divinities, different from a mortal’s agreement." He ran his hand over the surface of the paper, and immediately it was covered with text. Then he tossed the contract to her, "Take a look. If one doesn’t comply, the penalty is the payment of breach of wishing power, one-tenth from each."

Kokomoqi caught the contract with skepticism. The terms were succinct, indeed only outlining the two possible outcomes of their fight and the amount of wishing power to be paid in case of contract breach. It was her first encounter with such an ability, but the thing is, divinities’ powers come in all forms; ultimately, however, it all comes down to the strength of their power. The more followers a divinity has, the stronger their wishing power, the less likely they are to be constrained by such rule-based abilities.

Right... The other party is a newly born divinity, probably completely ignorant of these principles. As long as one is powerful enough, breaking such an agreement is no challenge.

Kokomoqi bit her finger and pressed her fingerprint to the signature space on the contract, then threw it back, "Satisfied now?"

...If you don’t have a pen, I can lend you one. Chaoyang stored the contract having already felt the connection established between them in the unseen realm.

It seems he was not wrong; as long as both parties are willing, even a divinity can sign a Demon’s contract. "Of course, I am ready—"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the ground beneath his feet collapsed instantly. It was as if an invisible heavy punch had struck downwards, covering an area large enough to encompass three or four soccer fields! With a thunderous boom, countless trees were crushed to dust, and a massive cloud of dust rose, forming a thick column shooting up into the sky.

Chaoyang gasped in cold air.

Through Lingxi vision, he saw beneath the swirling dust a circular pit about three hundred meters in diameter with a nearly one hundred-meter depth. The sheared underground water was gushing into the pit. What concept is this? A twenty-six or twenty-seven-story residential building is almost the same height, and even its cross-section would be less than three hundred meters—to throw it in the pit, it wouldn’t even poke out!

Such scale of destruction surpassed the limits of any conventional weapon—it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to liken it to a crater left by a meteorite strike. Perhaps a nuclear weapon detonated underground could create such a pit, but it would also cause serious damage to the surrounding environment.

Yet, the forest around the pit had hardly suffered, except for the trees directly hit by the attack, the rest of the area remained intact. The only thing that spread out was that thunderous explosion, which now was still echoing back and forth in the skies.

Rumbling...

Rumble...

Are you telling me an attack of this magnitude wouldn’t kill me?

Even a tank taking a hit like this would be reduced to parts, right?

Standing atop a broken pine not far away, Chaoyang couldn’t help but reflect; if he hadn’t let Shi Yin wrap his whole body and then used lightning-fast reflexes to escape the attack range, he would likely be gone by now.