The Only Player in ‘Child of Stardust’
Chapter 277 - 193 Robots

Chapter 277: Chapter 193 Robots

The chosen divine envoys, after hearing Zhou Yuan’s solemn declaration, revealed expressions of excitement and determination on their faces. They bowed in worship and shouted in unison:

"We obey the divine decree!"

Zhou Yuan nodded slightly. His voice seemed to have some kind of magic that made people involuntarily believe, engraving it deep in their souls: "Remember, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility. I do not wish for you to abuse this power, nor do I wish you to lose yourselves to it.

This power should be used to uphold the righteous path."

"We obey your will," the envoys responded respectfully.

The Night Divine Power mark became slightly warm, and more faith power gathered, quickly replenishing the consumption of casting the Blessing Divine Skill.

Zhou Yuan knew that he had planted the seed of faith on this wasteland. Whether this seed could take root, sprout, and grow strong depended on whether he could uncover the truth of this long night.

He cast the Shadow Evade Skill and instantly appeared on the back of the male fire dragon, standing with his hands behind his back and overlooking all beings, radiating an aura of majesty.

Whoosh—

The male fire dragon flapped its wings, creating a roaring gale, and slowly rose off the ground.

"Great Spirit... please allow me to pay you my deepest respects. We humbly ask for the honor of knowing your revered name, so that we may recite and proclaim your holy name in our hearts," an elderly man said respectfully.

Zhou Yuan gazed deeply into the distance, speaking in a profound and mysterious tone: "When this long night ends and dawn breaks, you will naturally know my revered name."

—In reality, he hadn’t decided yet.

If he were to directly call himself Night XX, it would overlap with the local Goddess Night Cult, which could easily cause confusion, so he needed to come up with a new one.

Also, he couldn’t just make something up randomly.

One of the key points of becoming a deity through faith was to define one’s "divine role."

The divine role not only defined the scope of the deity’s responsibilities but also served as the cornerstone for attracting followers.

The divine role was not just a simple label; it was the bridge connecting the deity and the followers, the focal point where faith power converged.

The choice of divine role could not be taken lightly; it needed to be closely tied to the deity’s essence and purpose.

The one who presides over nature and agriculture is the god of agriculture. People pray to the god of agriculture for a bountiful harvest.

The one who presides over the sea and fisheries is the god of the ocean. People pray to the god of the ocean for smooth sailing and bountiful catches.

If you ask the wrong deity, the prayers would be ineffective.

Only by establishing a clear divine role can one screen followers and maximize the efficiency of faith power absorption, thereby stabilizing one’s divine persona.

Of course, taking other paths to divinity wouldn’t require this much trouble, but Zhou Yuan currently had no other choice.

With suitable divine fragments and a certain number of followers (fans), the path of becoming a deity through faith was the most appropriate.

The male fire dragon soared into the sky, stirring up turbulent currents and accelerating suddenly, roaring towards the distant horizon.

Leaving behind many kneeling followers.

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"What name should I choose..."

On the male fire dragon’s back, Zhou Yuan scratched his hair in frustration.

"God of Night? Child of Night? Lord of Darkness?" Fang Qing helped brainstorm from within.

Zhou Yuan shook his head in denial: "God of Night overlaps with the Goddess Night Cult, causing confusion. Child of Night is even worse, sounding like ’son of’. Lord of Darkness... sounds very immature."

"Then I suggest simply calling yourself Source God. It implies the origin of all things, symbolizing the beginning and birth of everything and encompassing the concept of all things returning to one, the ultimate primordial source of all that exists in the world."

"..."

In the silence, Zhou Yuan raised an eyebrow: "You might be onto something."

Fang Qing couldn’t help but roll her eyes; don’t tell me you’re really considering this title? Can you even live up to it?

The male fire dragon’s flying speed was fast; it reached the vicinity of the power station in less than twenty minutes.

From a few kilometers away, Zhou Yuan saw the raging fire in the forest, the incessant roar of gunfire, and countless figures advancing under a barrage of bullets.

[As the only light in the Wasteland World, the power station had long been armed to the teeth. The terrifying firepower brought by high-tech weapons from the old world made even the fanatical believers blessed by the Ethereal Spirit hesitant.

But the power station employees underestimated the strength of the transcendent individuals; a powerful and special fanatic had already reached the power station gate.]

Scanning the battlefield below, Zhou Yuan was slightly surprised. The attackers from the Goddess Night Cult numbered in the thousands, and half of them were superhumans. Among these superhumans, nearly a hundred had received the Blessing of the Ethereal Spirit.

"Have these lunatics been reproducing all this time?"

Zhou Yuan clicked his tongue in amazement. To breed so many people in a danger zone... it had to be a case of extremely high fertility.

However, even with such a large force, it was difficult to approach the power station, as the weapons unearthed from the ruins of the old world were too terrifyingly powerful.

Zhou Yuan witnessed a dazzling red energy beam piercing through the battlefield like a sharp razor, swiftly cutting through trees, leaving behind burning black marks, and reducing flesh and blood to paper.

Countless automated turrets fired blue energy shells, creating large scorched craters on the ground. When a human body was hit, it instantly turned to dust.

Additionally, many machine guns spat flames, and bullets rained down, forming a highly destructive chain of lightning-fire that swept across the forest, cutting down trees, and sending wood chips flying.

The followers of the Goddess Night Cult suffered heavy casualties from the bombardment but continued to charge forward as if they had no regard for their lives.

Soon, Zhou Yuan sensed a powerful presence.

BOOM!

There was a loud bang, debris flew, and the power station wall was blown open, revealing a large hole. A figure in a tattered trench coat disappeared into the gap in a flash.

"Let them all out to stretch their muscles. Fang Qing, you take command."

Zhou Yuan took out a Paru Ball and released the female fire dragon.

Next, streams of crimson blood flowed from his body, forming Fang Qing’s figure. The Blood Sea Whirlpool opened, and the door of the training room slowly emerged.

"I’ll handle this," Fang Qing nodded.

Zhou Yuan instantly vanished using Shadow Escape.

"Roar!"

Two fire dragons soared through the night sky, spewing two torrents of fiery flames. The forest instantly turned into a sea of fire, incinerating dozens of fanatics into ashes.

SWOOSH!

A cold blade light slashed through the forest, appearing and disappearing in a flash.

Dozens of figures suddenly stopped moving, their heads soaring into the air, blood splattering.

Leaves fell silently as Tang Qingsha shook her katana, shaking off the blood.

She licked her lips, her eyes turned a bloodthirsty crimson: "Finally, I can go on a killing spree."

At the same time, the sound of thunder and lightning exploded in the forest, dense chains of electricity extended, lashing everything with terrifying destructive power. Suddenly, goose feather snow fell from the sky, bringing a cold and deadly menace.

The foul wind swept through, and berserk werewolves tore apart bodies with their claws; roaring minotaurs swung giant axes, splitting fanatics in half; melodious flute sounds drifted in the wind, causing listeners’ orifices to bleed and their guts to wrench!

Charm Demon Alice giggled as she flitted across the battlefield, sucking the life force of superhumans and turning them into withered corpses; the weaver’s invisible threads wove a large, inescapable net, causing the followers to kill each other.

Fang Qing stood in the sky, quietly watching the massacre below. With the combat power of these henchmen, it was only a matter of time before they wiped out the thousand people.

Inside the power station.

Zhou Yuan finally caught up with the rampaging man in the tattered trench coat.

The man’s target was clear, heading straight for the heart of the power station, ignoring any resistance.

Suddenly, the man in the tattered trench coat felt a bone-chilling cold. He slammed on the brakes, causing the ground to shatter, and flew backward like a spring.

But the chill did not dissipate; it followed him like a shadow!

The man in the tattered trench coat would never have expected that the killing intent he sensed came from his own shadow!

In the next second, a pitch-black iron fist punched out from the shadow.

—[Heaven Collapse]!

With the spreading roar, the man in the tattered trench coat flew backward, his body exploding, blood and flesh flying, bones splintering, the scene gory like a squashed mosquito, with shattered body parts sticking to the wall, bloodied.

As soon as the man in the tattered trench coat died, a cold, sinister will burst from his corpse, an infinite dark torrent erupting, plunging the bright corridor into darkness.

This darkness could not be pierced even by dark vision and carried a destructive power that dissolved and annihilated everything.

Zhou Yuan was taken aback because he felt a quality similar to returning to ruins within it.

Even stranger, the cold, sinister will permeated everywhere, omnipresent, as if... the darkness itself was the will.

In that moment, Zhou Yuan suddenly understood.

This was an Ethereal Spirit!

No wonder the Eyes of Identification had said the guy was special—there was an Ethereal Spirit hiding within him!

[Ethereal Spirit, a mysterious, intangible supernatural being, born from the dark void, possessing devouring, parasitic, and other abilities, growing stronger by consuming organic matter, energy, and other substances, extremely afraid of light.]

"You want to swallow me?" Zhou Yuan sneered, "Didn’t your master tell you that eating random things could give you a stomachache?"

He raised his palm, and a small black sun appeared in his hand, rotating and releasing a terrifying attraction.

The Ethereal Spirit’s body began to rapidly collapse inward, the sinister will emanating shock and terror, but no matter how it struggled, it couldn’t escape the black sun’s grip.

Moments later, the darkness receded like a tide, and the corridor lights brightened again.

Zhou Yuan timely dispelled the black sun; he couldn’t kill the Ethereal Spirit yet as he needed it to interrogate for information.

However, to his surprise, the Ethereal Spirit’s dark body dissipated like smoke in the blink of an eye.

Completely vanishing.

Not even giving him a chance to capture it with a Paru Ball.

"Just... a little more..."

The Ethereal Spirit’s last will was transmitted, filled with extreme unwillingness.

Zhou Yuan looked up at the lights overhead, his expression looking as if he had seen a ghost.

No way, ordinary lights can kill an Ethereal Spirit?

"No wonder they commanded the fanatics to attack the power station. Without electricity, they would have no natural enemies and could easily take over the entire world."

Zhou Yuan pondered for a moment, "I’ll leave the outside to Fang Qing and the others. I’ll continue inside and find the power station’s administrator, maybe I can get some information."

He walked deeper into the power station and soon arrived at a large door.

The metal door opened automatically, revealing over twenty fully armed staff members, their black gun barrels all pointed at him.

"Oh dear."

Zhou Yuan thought he would be greeted by a barrage of bullets, but these people did not fire, seeming to be following some order.

"The station chief invites you to his office," one of the staff members nervously said as he approached.

Oh? Actively seeking me?

Zhou Yuan nodded, "Lead the way."

Station Chief’s Office.

Zhou Yuan pushed the door open to see a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance and a slight bald spot sitting behind his desk, calmly drinking coffee.

[He appeared to be human, but under the human exterior was a sophisticated mechanical body, the technological marvel of the old world—a smart robot.

He could even have children, believe it or not.]

Zhou Yuan raised an eyebrow, rather intrigued.

The station chief was actually a robot?