ATPnovel Chapter 13 Access to the Godless Realm
Chapter 13 Access to the Godless Realm
What can we gain from the hand of God?
Shinzo's breathing became rapid.
In his father's memories, he had personally "seen" his father receiving the divine fire and felt his father's heart at that time.
Countless nights he longed for the day when he could be like his father, blessed by the gods and become a hero who would guide his tribe.
But when the moment actually came, he bit his lip tightly and lowered his head.
He lacked his father's great power and the high priest's erudition and wisdom.
He is not yet qualified to ask the gods for blessings...
He never fought for God, nor did he bring any glory to his people.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Liang Jiu's gaze passed over the kneeling Xin Cang and landed on the rough, drafty earthen stove.
"Your fire is unique; the flame that originates from within can scorch the real world, but the container for it is too poor."
The old man's voice reverberated like thunder in Shinzo's mind.
"There are too many gaps between the stones, so all the heat escapes with the wind. Naturally, the temperature can't rise."
Liang Jiu walked to the stove and casually drew two patterns on the ground with the shriveled wooden stick in his hand.
"Go dig up some fire-resistant yellow clay, mix it with chopped grass roots, and re-seal the inside of the furnace to make it airtight. Also, leave an air inlet at the bottom, find some tanned animal hides, and sew a leather bag that can compress air into it..."
Xin Zang suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the pattern on the ground, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind that he had been racking his brains for days and nights without success!
"This is just the simplest beginning; you will encounter many more difficulties later."
Liang Jiu threw down the wooden stick and dusted off his hands.
Instead of kneeling here agonizing over whether you're qualified, go and fix the stove first.
Liang Jiu made his figure disappear into the air, turning into ripples.
The development of civilization inevitably involves mistakes, and countless failures serve as fuel to pave the way for successors. It is quite remarkable that the Xinzu people entered the Bronze Age in less than fifty years.
However, metallurgical technology cannot be improved in one generation, and Liang Jiu could not give them a standard answer directly, or rather, there is no standard answer to this matter.
What they need to do is find their own path through constant trial and error. This path is different from the one Liang Jiu took in his previous life, and Liang Jiu can't help them much.
"All I can do is be a good god to you and bring you everything that brings you progress."
With that, he withdrew from the realm of gods.
Liang Jiu opened his eyes.
The hands on the wall just passed midnight.
The cramped apartment was dimly lit, with faint neon lights shining from the street. He stood alone by the window, gazing at the deep, cold starry sky outside.
There is an unproven conjecture in the theory of divine arts that the retinue and the gods are essentially one in spirit and destiny.
If his driving force for desperately seizing resources and constantly climbing the ladder was the distant obsession in his heart about "going home," then that was the driving force behind it all.
What about his family members?
What do those salaried workers represent in their own hearts?
The night breeze blew into the room through the cracks in the window.
Liang Jiu snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and smiled helplessly.
That's a bit pretentious.
He pulled the curtains shut, shutting out all distractions and starlight.
Tomorrow I need to go to the school to apply for access to that level three unclaimed divine realm, which will inevitably be accompanied by unknown risks and battles.
What he needs now is not sentimentality, but sufficient rest and abundant divine power.
......
"Class 7 Theology, Liang Jiu, right? Take a look at the camera to verify your identity. Okay, go in."
After passing through a simple security checkpoint, Liang Jiu pushed open the door to the Level 3 Divine Realm Preservation Room.
Two people had already arrived inside.
Students from other classes, a boy wearing glasses, and a girl who looked somewhat nervous.
It seems these are the competitors in the same batch of access.
Liang Jiu knew beforehand that because there were too many students applying for exploration, the school adopted a rotation system, releasing a batch every half hour.
Although the schedule was tight, everyone was, after all, just a divine seed, and their subordinates could hardly cause irreparable damage to a level three divine realm.
But what he didn't expect was that multiple students would be admitted in the same batch, which explains why the school rented it out at such a low price.
This means that in the half hour of reality and the month of the divine realm, in addition to facing the threat of the unclaimed divine realm itself, the resource plundering among fellow travelers will also become the most direct confrontation.
It's even possible that a divine battle might erupt between them and their companions.
An absolute zero-sum game.
Upon seeing the last person, Liang Jiu, walk in, the girl seemed eager to establish an alliance and quickly spoke up.
"Now that everyone's here, let's discuss this: can we refrain from starting a divine war once we're inside?" Her tone was pleading. "My followers are relatively weak; they only plan to find some basic resources on the outskirts and absolutely won't compete with you for them."
But the boy with glasses clearly wasn't buying it.
"You're being far too naive."
The boy sneered, mercilessly shattering her illusions.
"In a godless realm, the amount of extraordinary resources that can be plundered within a month is limited. Every bit you gain is a bit less for me."
He pushed up his glasses, his eyes cold.
"The school put us in the same batch, which tacitly allows competition. If you're worried about your family members being injured or killed, you can still apply to the teacher to withdraw now."
Liang Jiu stood by the door without saying a word.
On the surface, he quietly checked the access terminal on his wrist, seemingly unmoved by what was happening before him.
But he had already memorized the girl's behavior.
Someone willing to spend a fortune of 88,000 to enter a Level 3 hunting ground for a chance at extraordinary power is definitely not a naive and innocent person who only prays for peace. Showing weakness now would seem too deliberate; it's likely a prelude to underhanded tactics once inside the Divine Realm.
"Sizzle—"
At this moment, a mechanical voice from a staff member came over the loudspeaker in the room:
"Countdown is about to begin. Please move closer to the access station and prepare to access the Divine Realm."
Liang Jiu ignored the other two and strode straight toward the connection point of the unclaimed divine realm.
Just as they were passing each other, the boy with glasses turned his head and gave Liang Jiu a provocative look.
On his exposed neck and arms, the muscles twitched slightly, revealing a layer of fine, hard, dark scales that gleamed coldly under the indoor lights.
A divine retribution, lizardmen? Or a dragon-blooded race?
Before being brought into contact with the enemy, they deliberately displayed divine characteristics to showcase the extraordinary lineage of their relatives.
Is he showing off his muscles to me?
It is indeed something to be proud of for one's relatives to awaken to extraordinary abilities, but to reveal one's hand so early is to underestimate others.