Gamers Are Fierce

So, how do I trigger it?

Li Ang took out the [Shining Dice of Destiny] from the backpack section, finding it much heavier than expected. It felt cold and solid in his hands, and even when held between his fingers, the dice faces kept changing, remaining elusive.

He weighed it in his hand, and naturally, a sense of déjà vu emerged in his mind, guiding him on how to use the dice.

"The previous owner of this dice was a senior member and is now deceased, thus the dice has turned to inheritance,"

Li Ang squinted, muttering to himself, "The inheritor doesn't need to participate in assessments like regular newcomers; they just need to inject extraordinary power into the dice.

If the total amount input at once is sufficient, the dice will recognize them, automatically making them a junior member of the 'Super Good Friends League'..."

"So you have to pay the principal first, then divide into junior, intermediate, and senior members?"

Chaichai smacked his lips, "Why does it sound more and more like a P2P pyramid scheme... Hey, why did you put it away?"

"Mm."

Li Ang stored the dice back in the backpack section, casually saying, "My Divine Power hasn't reached 5000 yet, and my Spiritual Power isn't fully restored. If I upload halfway and find the amount insufficient, it'll be awkward—this thing doesn't mention refunding the principal.

I'll only use it once everything is fully restored."

"Oh oh."

Chaichai nodded, suddenly realizing something, "Eh? 5000 Divine Power?"

Li Ang chuckled, briefly recounting the process of ordering the insect hive units to collect amber blood, rolling up his sleeves and removing the artificial skin covering the back of his right hand, revealing the Divine Mark.

Previously, the Swamp Reindeer Divine Mark had a gray-black base, with three wooden vines overlapping to form a triangle. The outside of the triangle was flowing river water, dotted inside with vines and vibrant, rare flowers.

As time passed, the river would rise and fall, and the flowers and vines would wither and bloom.

But now, after integrating the divinity of the Mutated Starfish, the shape of the Divine Mark changed,

turning into a chaotic, fuzzy, constantly vibrating, shape-changing sphere.

Li Ang tried using a bit of Divine Power, discovering that compared to before, the creation, life, and healing effects of the Divine Power were retained,

the invasiveness and assimilation were stronger, and there was also a hint of destruction, death, and distortion.

The conversion efficiency of Power of Faith into Divine Power had also greatly improved,

resulting in a restoration speed of Divine Power that was at least twice as fast as before.

"So, am I a demigod now?"

Li Ang sat on a wooden chair in the Alchemy Workshop, lost in thought.

The slight Divine Power emanating from his body made the chair burst with vibrant flowers.

Chaichai's eyes lit up, he picked a bunch of flowers, first making a wreath to wear on his head, but upon noticing more flowers growing, he simply started weaving a floral crown right there,

even skillfully using black flowers to form the word "Remembrance" in the center of the crown.

"Books on mysticism don't say how to become a deity...

Typically, when a divine creature ascends to demigodhood, there should be some anomalies, right?"

Li Ang muttered, his gaze landing on the ever-changing Divine Mark, pondering, "Does it mean I have to trigger it myself?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, concentrating his mind on the Divine Mark on the back of his hand.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang in his ears, and Li Ang felt his consciousness stretching rapidly, momentarily seeing a scene—

In the vast, dark space,

massive, towering tentacle arms danced wildly around, surrounded by a swamp filled with various green plants.

The tentacle arms whipped around recklessly, breaking the swamp apart,

the shapeless swamp repeatedly reassembled, accompanied by silent bubbling, slowly advancing forward.

Both sides were at a stalemate, the battle lines moving back and forth,

The life form of the tentacle arms was mightier, but the swamp held the home-field advantage, having a larger total quantity, making it hard to determine who's superior.

Is this the clash of wills left in the divinity between the Mutated Starfish and the Reindeer God...

In the depths of his mind, Li Ang had a vague intuition,

that deities are eternal and unchanging, and even demigods or dying Binding Spirits have a resilience far beyond common human imagination.

The fragmented will of the Broken Reindeer God had always lingered in the Divine Mark, only due to the Reindeer God's death, was there not much activity.

After all, since it's divinity inherited through plundering, it's fine for regular use, but to advance further, one must completely eradicate the wills of the reindeer and Mutated Starfish...

Li Ang stepped forward, his will surging like a tsunami towards the battlefield,

wherever it passed, the swamp mud was forcibly flattened, like a calm ancient well,

the tentacle arms halted abruptly as if struck by lightning.

However, in the next moment, the swamp and tentacle arms awoke with a jolt, the remaining fragments of will in the divinity flaring in rage,

Mortal dare attempt to destroy the deity's will?

The swamp raised a twenty-meter-high tsunami, and the tentacle arms crashed down like a collapsing skyscraper.

Li Ang looked up, taking a deep breath, the player's panel glowing, but the items and tools inside couldn't be fetched, and neither could the skills be used.

This means, it's not the real world, but the battlefield on the consciousness level within the Divine Mark.

Testing the resilience of individual wills...

Li Ang stepped forward half a step,

retracted his fist,

and punched out.

Splash——

The swamp mud split as if by an invisible giant hand, dividing in two,

the tentacle arms sunk as a whole block, revealing the outline of a fist.

Li Ang stomped the ground, his figure leaping into the air, both arms smashing down like iron rods, deeply crushing the tentacle arms beneath the mud.

Numerous memory fragments constituting the personality of "Li Ang" churned and surged from his mind,

those moments of happiness, sadness, anger, despair, joy, flashing before his eyes like a carousel of scenes.

A long time ago, Li Ang had also resented, cursed his own situation, and hated the cruel, ruthless nature of fate,

The murky, black swamp of despair anger stripped away all hope's light, bit by bit suffocating him.

If back then I hadn't met Wang Congshan and the dean, what kind of person would I have become?

Perhaps after Xiao Qiang's death, I would have spiraled into ruin, abandoning my bottom line completely, recklessly indulging myself,

Enjoying the pleasure and thrill of destruction and manipulating rules,

silently laughing at the world burning,

Finally, due to intense self-loathing and tendencies toward self-destruction, choosing to die at the hands of righteous "heroes,"

to put a period at the end of the tragic fate of "Li Ang."

Li Ang tore the final tentacle into two, an understated smile emerging on his mud-stained face,

As the awakened memories triggered an anonymous fury, slowly subsiding.

Peaceful, determined, grateful.

In the real world, Li Ang's murky eyes regained clarity, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, looking at the back of his hand.

The triangular swamp pattern was gone, replaced by a reindeer skull placed on grassland, covered with moss.

This was his true mark.