Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 580 - 582: 7th Rank Decay, Indigestion of the Death Realm

Chapter 580 -582: 7th Rank Decay, Indigestion of the Death Realm

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“It would take at least a week to a month for a Rank 7 to fully decompose. Honestly, my original self really could have made a more accurate time estimation. I’m three weeks off. How am I supposed to operate like this? I can’t possibly stay awake 24 hours a day,” Qin Muye confirmed his situation.

“The Rank 7 is gone too… Looks like it was devoured.”

“No, that’s not right. It’s not me; it’s that kid He Wu. His condition has affected me,” Qin Muye checked and quickly found the source of the issue.

“However, it’s not like there are no solutions. Next, I’ll find a Rank 6 to stand guard. Maybe then, it could be found.”

“A large amount of data has started to dissipate and is being absorbed by the Death Realm. This situation is a bit like… indigestion?”

“Wait, why is my mood getting irritable?”

“According to the data intelligence previously obtained by the original self, the decomposition speed of the Death Realm isn’t based on individual strength, which means the more there are, the longer the Death Realm needs for decomposition.”

“Next should be Rank 6, but I have no idea how long it will take to decompose this time,” Qin Muye didn’t really care anymore; he had no idea how long he could survive.

“So, what is the standard that the Death Realm uses?”

“You handled the decomposition of Rank 8 without any of this happening. Why is decomposing Rank 7 causing such a bizarre issue…” Qin Muye was at a loss for a moment, not expecting the situation to develop in this way.

“Forget it, whether I can make it through not, when the time comes I’ll wait for the feedback from the original self. If he can’t solve it, there’s nothing I can do,” Qin Muye thought, with no other option but to rely on the original self.

“So, what’s the new change?”

“The only variable I can’t solve by myself, the more I think about it, the more…”

“The data flow throughout the Hometown has now stalled, and not much new information can be harvested; most of it has just become a control group.”

“Am I, a weakling, able to investigate this? It’s not like I can send myself in for decomposition. Even if I did, would I be able to come out…”

“But with my current situation, can I even last a month?” Qin Muye checked the state of his Wise Man’s Book Shadow Equipment, and it was quite deteriorated. If the maximum durability was 100 points, his durability was now only around 65 points.

Rank 7 couldn’t have been devoured for long, Qin Muye estimated that it was at most a matter of one or two hours, yet the victim suffered from indigestion. What could be the reason? It surely couldn’t be because of the number of people.

I had planned to slack off for a while. Yet as soon as this thought arose, the work came in.

If the original self could act as a 007, then as his Shadow Equipment, I would also have to take on such tasks.

However, the original self didn’t dare to act because the current Death Realm was like a world barrier server for the Shining Universe. Changing it might remove this barrier, which could lead to serious problems.

Three days after sending out the message, at a certain moment Qin Muye finally realized something – he didn’t know when, but the Rank 7 Transcendents had also disappeared.

But that was all he knew; he had no idea how the Death Realm decomposed the Transcendents of the Hometown.

If he had enough energy, he wouldn’t need to use Prayer Techniques at all. He thought that repairing his own energy consumption would take much less than making a prayer wishing for his own recovery.

The reason he still remembered was that his original self was too powerful, immune to the Death Realm’s power due to stacked influences of concepts, ineffable, and other factors.

Moreover, within the Death Realm, even Prayer Techniques might decay.

Not to mention, such a laid-back lifestyle was extremely comfortable: no need to worry about my safety, nor about working 007 and the possibility of sudden death.

Unfortunately, if things were really that easy, it would not have been the turn of such an avatar to come here and slack off – the original self would have been here long ago.

Without anyone noticing, it just disappeared into thin air, and even the memories were erased.

If I can do it myself at a lower cost than using Prayer Techniques, then there’s even less chance Prayer Techniques would be able to do what I can’t.

Qin Muye quickly regained his composure and realized that he too was affected.

Qin Muye swiftly selected a few unfortunate Rank 6 individuals and split his attention to watch over them.

Qin Muye felt that what his main body was asking was nearly impossible. He didn’t even know what the decomposition mechanism of the Death Realm was, and it was highly likely the same mechanism that broke down the Star Gods. If those Rank 8 Star Gods couldn’t resist it, what chance did his Rank 7 incarnation have?

Qin Muye had also tried to ask Zhou Lin, but he just looked puzzled and asked if there really were such people?

Qin Muye suppressed his own emotions while investigating the situation.

Ever since Qin Muye realized that it was impossible for it to grant him the knowledge to repair a Perpetual Motion Machine or create something like a Demon’s tuning fork, he understood the frustrating limitations of this otherwise useless thing.

That’s why he said the Prayer Technique was of little use, essentially useless.

The ideas were wonderful in theory, but reality was disappointingly stark.

So he essentially treated it as a low-end version of “Speak and It Shall Be”, and as his power grew, the frequency of its use decreased. It was like a luxury, sounding appealing and looking impressive, but in reality, it served little purpose.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, he would carry positive emotions and would not exhibit irritability or worry.

All the aliens seemed to be on edge, a ticking time bomb—just one look could escalate into a confrontation.

His power was limited, his abilities were limited; the only power he possessed was that of the Wise Man’s Book Shadow, and he hadn’t inherited much of the main body’s power.

He was confident he could ignore the Death Realm’s reality-altering effects, existence distortion, and other negative situations.

Through extensive data, Qin Muye conceived a possible explanation.

His life was far more comfortable than that of his main body. If not for the harsh environment, it almost felt as cozy as the days he spent in the Tidal World. He wasn’t doomed to impoverishment here, and everything would be even better if the Hometown could avoid decay.

In the past, he barely left his domain. Now, things were somewhat better. Carrying the Endless Abyss with him, he could wander aimlessly, otherwise his main body might still be holed up in the Mage Tower of the Endless Abyss.

The general situation was such, leaving Qin Muye somewhat helpless as to what should be done next. The fact that he wasn’t taken to be decomposed was enough to prove that in the eyes of the Death Rank, his power was only at Rank 1. This confirmed that the camouflage technology his main body used on him was exceptional, as he hadn’t been detected.

Thus, the Prayer Technique, once an all-purpose yet useless ability, became a dead end, and he resigned himself to lying down and waiting for death.

In these three days, the entire Death Rank had been tightly contained by the main body’s Anti-source Material Field, which could even sculpt shapes—like turning a circle directly into a sphere.

The number of Rank 7 Transcendents was roughly five or six thousand, five to six times more than Rank 8.

In just a few days, the deterioration had become so severe. Without a way to repair, he definitely couldn’t last a month; and as the decay worsened, he would lose a lot of functionality.

This meant not only being devoured but after being consumed, even the memory of their existence in the minds of others disappeared.

The main body had also informed him about this, saying that as decay set in, memories and existence were decomposed. Just like with the Rank 8s, who were the first to decay, and now that the Rank 8s had been fully decomposed, it was time for the Rank 7s to enter the decomposition phase.

The thing wasn’t omnipotent; at most, it was on the level of Rank 8, not even reaching Rank 9.

This was not something his Rank 7 incarnation could handle. He could only collect data every day and send it back.

The Transcendents in Hometown, from top to bottom, increased in number with each lower rank. The lower the power rank, the more numerous they were. With the disappearance of Rank 7 and Rank 8, there were several hundred thousand Rank 6s, millions at Rank 5, and tens of millions at Rank 4, while Ranks 3, 2, and 1 were divided progressively, virtually all being composed of Transcendents.

Normally, he would not experience such emotions; even though he was not the main body, as a Rank 7 and not even human, controlling his emotions should be easy.

It only seemed to serve some purpose when showing off, but how often would Qin Muye show off or slap someone in the face?

As for using the Prayer Technique for recovery? That was impossible. The Prayer Technique wasn’t just about making a wish; fulfilling a wish consumed energy, and surely he would have to supply it himself. Given his situation, there was no way the Prayer Technique could restore his durability, because he simply didn’t have sufficient energy.