Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 204: 206: The Deepening Erosion of the Ancient God's Power

Chapter 204: Chapter 206: The Deepening Erosion of the Ancient God’s Power

Time flew by, and half a month had passed, Qin Muye had taken a trip to the fairy tale land, conveniently returning the Lettuce Girl to her grandparents, and in the process, opened a channel between the fairy tale land and the Horror Universe. He transported the second-generation God King Cronus, along with his brothers, sisters, nephews, and nieces—the Titan Divine Race—to the other side.

The number was not small, at least close to a thousand, all starting from 6th rank in the Titan Divine Race. Once they entered the Horror Universe, Qin Muye did not bother with them. There were still many who hadn’t come; they could only wait for the next batch.

Zeus was furious about this, but regrettably, while he could interfere with their promotion, he couldn’t prevent their resignation. If they really decided to abandon their posts, nothing could be done. They couldn’t just be killed, after all, as that would surely provoke a general outrage.

Fortunately for Zeus, Poseidon and others had many offspring, and they hastily promoted a group of demigods to replace those who had left. For this reason, he had a big fight with Gaia Mother Goddess; during that period, it could be said that thunder and lightning were daily occurrences.

Therefore, towards Qin Muye, the initiator, the hate was so intense it made their teeth itch, but Qin Muye was not around during that time. When he was present, he was just in the Netherworld King Palace in the Netherworld.

Since Hades didn’t get along with Zeus, Zeus did not dare to cross paths. Moreover, with his father, the second-generation God King Cronus, and various uncles there, if he really went looking for trouble, it was more likely that he would get a beating, and if possible, Cronus wouldn’t need to go to the Horror Universe to develop new land—he could simply kill Zeus and usurp his throne.

So, he decisively cowered away.

Once Cronus and the other Titan Divine had left, Qin Muye also fled back to the Magic Continent. If Zeus really had the capability to pursue, there was no need to be angry with the second-generation God King Cronus anymore.

Meanwhile, Qin Muye had also recalled all forces from the Horror Universe, even bringing Hell back into the Magic Continent.

Leaving it there was not reassuring—what if Cronus, with no regard for honor, decided to devour his Hell? Qin Muye did not intend to speculate about the thoughts of the ambitious.

As for the resource trade… Qin Muye did not believe that the Hell Church, Church Court, and Council Empire—these three forces—could survive under the hands of the Titans. It was more likely they would become vassals.

Qin Muye wasn’t in the business of making a loss; naturally, the resources lost were compensated by Gaia. Otherwise, if he truly took the hit, he would suffer a great loss.

He not only received a huge compensation in resources but also obtained mining rights. In the future, once the twelve Titan Divine had unified, he would also own the mining rights in the Horror Universe. However, that would have to wait till later.

This promise seemed more like a blank check; when the second-generation God King Cronus took over the Horror Universe, who knew if he would turn hostile. With his temperament, the possibility wasn’t small.

Besides, if he really took full control of the Horror Universe, that place might not hold much value for Qin Muye anymore. After all, the only thing useful for him from the Horror Universe was the extraterrestrial civilization.

“With Hell, the Floating City’s Mysterious Lock can be further modified. Coupled with the Super-Space Transmission Channel, it should be enough to block most space-based attacks.”

Qin Muye’s idea was simple: combine Hell with the Mysterious Lock to form a new external protection measure for the Floating City, transforming it into a special spatial structure similar to a hidden paradise or a semi-plane.

This inspiration came from Hell, densely packed inside the Horror Universe, resembling tumors growing on the body of the universe and nestled within the crevices of its skin.

After a period of observation and data analysis, Qin Muye had developed the latest structures for protection, concealment, and escape.

As for the expansion of Hell, if it was transformed into part of the Floating City’s Mysterious Lock, Qin Muye guessed that it might be identified as a part of the Floating City. Should the time come to upgrade, it would likely rise in tandem. Of course, if it wasn’t recognized as part of the city, Qin Muye had plans to deal with that too.

There was no need to devour other Hells, as the very nature of it was spatial expansion. Qin Muye could use the Maze Locking Technology and Super-Space Transmission Channel to energize it, thus enlarging Hell’s area.

“The Floating City is about ten days away from completion. The Mysterious Lock needs further testing,” Qin Muye thought as he planned to dive into research when Black Hand sent him a message through the Magic Network.

Opening it, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Another Ancient God Relic? This is the third one already, isn’t it?”

Since the last clearing out of Orange Village, Qin Muye had also cleared an unnamed forest infested with Elf Clansmen turned into meatballs—minions of the Ancient Gods.

Not much time had passed, and now another relic had appeared, making Qin Muye realize that the Ancient God Erosion was growing increasingly severe.

“How are sales doing for the second-stage Ancient God Special Medicine?” Qin Muye asked.

“It’s not too optimistic, the majority are being bought by Lords, and no natives are purchasing apart from a small number of powers. Instead, the arms trade is booming. I suspect we’ve entered the second stage already,”

Black Hand’s reply was quick too, he had his speculations, but currently, it was the general trend and he couldn’t possibly change it.

Qin Muye didn’t respond, as he was contemplating one thing, how much had the Ancient God Erosion progressed by now?

The current activity panel only showed 7%, but that was indeed the case because the outbreak hadn’t occurred yet. Most were in the infection’s incubation phase, and it was only in the subsequent believer phase that the real twist in thinking would begin.

“I see, speed up the construction of the Floating City,” Qin Muye knew that the True Dragon Emperor and others had already begun, but compared to the massive population base, there were still many shortages.

You couldn’t expect everyone from the Magic Continent to take the first-stage Ancient God Vaccine, and even if Qin Muye was willing to produce it for free, it couldn’t possibly be administrated to everyone in a short time, not to mention that Qin Muye didn’t have the production capacity for it.

The vaccines needed for just five Lords amounted to nearly a billion, not a small sum at all, and even assembly line production wouldn’t be sufficient.

This included not just the Lords’ heroes and troops, but also some native middle-class personnel belonging to their territories. Even Qin Muye’s odd territory couldn’t do without management staff, let alone other Lords who would have even greater numbers of middle and upper management.

Otherwise, how would they manage such vast empires?

Qin Muye’s domain could still be called a territory, but the others’ domains could fully be described as empires. Ordinary kingdoms couldn’t compete, not in terms of national power or even land area. In fact, some unfortunate kingdoms were directly enveloped within them, becoming part of the Lords’ territories.

“The situation is changing too swiftly, I feel like the world is cooling off.”

Qin Muye’s plan was simple: to escape. There was no point in a standoff.

And giving away the first-stage Ancient God Vaccine for free? Forget it. These native powers were already busily buying up weapons. Even if Qin Muye gave it to them for free, would they use it?

Impossible. They would probably scoff and then destroy it all.

Those buying up the weapons were likely already in the second phase, the believer stage. The first-stage Ancient God Vaccine had become ineffective. To be saved now, one would need the second-stage Ancient God Special Medicine, which was more problematic to preserve and also costlier.

So, they were left to their own devices.

The Lords wouldn’t die; everyone had a Server Transfer Token. If things got too tough, they’d just switch servers. It was the natives who were unlucky.

If the natives couldn’t even help themselves, why expect Qin Muye, a foreigner, to save them? That was wishful thinking.

He wouldn’t just not save them; he was even considering making their situation worse. When he asked for help during the siege by the Wasteland City and Zombie Kingdom’s servers, not a single native power was available. He was one to hold grudges. If they didn’t save him back then, why should he save them now? They were never on the same page.

Of course, he would exploit them to death if he could. After all, being nice to these powers would only invite their ridicule, not genuine gratitude.

If he fell, they might rejoice even more.

“Ancient Gods are truly terrifying. The strength of levels 7 to 8 has been enough to turn the whole world upside down. That’s just because they’re taking advantage of the fact that the Magic Continent only has level 7. In some fairytale story, they probably wouldn’t be able to cause much of a stir,”

“An instance is stronger than a server; that truly is ridiculous…” Qin Muye couldn’t help but complain. He didn’t know exactly how powerful the Ancient Gods were, but the Magic Continent’s complete lack of resistance probably stemmed from the world’s low Energy Level. Plus, having just been promoted, most of the top warriors had yet to reach the level cap.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have simply fallen like that.

After all, the foundational strength was still there; it couldn’t just decay into this state within a mere six months. It was more about a lack of experience.