Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

To be honest, Ye Qiyan never expected a C-grade God to be delivered right to his doorstep.

And from his self-introduction, this guy was actually ranked number one among the C-grades.

That Goblin God sure was willing to sacrifice.

Sending out a being like this, hoping to force him to use the [Anchor]'s banishment ability.

If this were before, facing an existence of this level, Ye Qiyan would have indeed chosen banishment.

But now...

No external enemies, no interference, and no tasks that needed to be completed urgently.

Having experienced one god slaughter after another, having conquered one unknown Station World after another.

C-1.

This bastard, as a stepping stone.

Was simply...

Too perfect!

"Altos..."

The God of Trim's expression shifted repeatedly.

He knew he had been deceived.

"I have no grudge against you. The only reason I'm here is because that despicable Goblin tricked me into coming. So there's no need for battle between us. I'll leave soon, and you can continue conquering this world.

I am the first among the C-grade Divine Sequence. If you fight me, both of us will inevitably be crippled!

That would only allow that ugly Goblin to reap the benefits of our conflict. Human, do you understand?"

Crunch.

Ye Qiyan took a bite of the White Forest Fruit.

The look he cast at the God of Trim carried even more amusement.

He hadn't forgotten—when he first descended here, those words hadn't carried this meaning at all.

Demanding he kneel. Promising him an intact corpse.

That kind of inexplicable confidence genuinely made Ye Qiyan feel a bit embarrassed for him.

He was laughing.

It was a mocking laugh.

"Crippled both of us? You overestimate yourself far too much."

"Human! You!"

The God of Trim's eyes burned red with fury. His non-humanoid true form—a massive pair of scissors entwined with red thread—materialized behind the human figure.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?! You're just a mere human, and I am... am..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his entire presence instantly weakened.

Even the humanoid form serving as the vessel for the scissor true form began trembling uncontrollably.

"Th-That is..."

"It's the Blasphemy Card~"

[Blasphemy Card·VII·Anchor]

The anchor-holding Faceless Person, empowered by Ye Qiyan's strength, had grown far more vivid than before.

It swayed gently within the card like a dynamic wallpaper.

The dark-golden radiance, even without using its ability, was clearly visible to all existence amidst the wind and rain.

It gently spun at the tip of Ye Qiyan's finger.

With each rotation, it seemed as if a ripple spread outward.

And every passing ripple made the God of Trim's body involuntarily hunch over a little more.

"No, you can't, you can't kill me! You can't use the Blasphemy Card! If you use it, the Goblin God will surely come here! Those gods who want you dead will pay any price to arrive in this world!!!

You absolutely, absolutely cannot use it!"

For the first time in his life, the God of Trim felt the terror of blasphemy.

It was also the first time he had truly seen the Blasphemy Card.

That fear, originating from the very essence of divinity, was something a C-grade God simply could not withstand.

He couldn't understand why he, a god, would be so restrained by such a bizarre artifact.

The only rationality left in his mind made him spit out the sole possible threat he could think of to this human, at the fastest speed he could manage.

And Ye Qiyan?

He remained seated, toying with the Anchor.

[Tap]

A crisp snap of fingers echoed through the air.

The Anchor stopped spinning. In the God of Trim's constricted pupils, it simply froze in place beside Ye Qiyan's hand.

This Blasphemy Card, even without being used, could exert immense pressure on [Gods] or beings with [Divine Nature].

Ye Qiyan didn't intend to use banishment.

But that didn't mean he couldn't take out the Anchor to intimidate this God of Trim.

"You!"

The God of Trim didn't experience the terror he had imagined.

His manifested body clenched its teeth and looked up at the young man on the throne.

This human really didn't seem to intend to use the Blasphemy Card?!

Which meant...

["An opportunity! As long as he doesn't use the Blasphemy Card, he's just a human after all. My divine power can easily cut him down before he can react!"]

The God of Trim rejoiced inwardly.

He withdrew his gaze, no longer daring to look at Ye Qiyan or the Card Sequence beside him. As long as he didn't observe, that fear would lessen slightly.

Raising the massive scissors, usable as a blade, he pointed them at Ye Qiyan.

"Human... you... you know what I mean, don't you? That Blasphemy Card absolutely cannot be used. If you do, countless gods will descend upon you! So..."

[Trim]

Divine power surged.

The entire world seemed to freeze for an instant.

The God of Trim cut through the distance of space itself!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Ye Qiyan.

The scissors snapped open! Aimed for his throat!

["Human! Die!"]

This attack could not be reacted to! Because this human was so arrogant!

Possessing the Blasphemy Card, he would never expect an attack at this moment!

Buzz!!!

"?! Impossible!"

The golden-red Holy Pattern firmly locked the scissors in place.

He was only inches away from Ye Qiyan, yet the sharpness of the scissors felt as distant as if separated by countless worlds.

[Wandering Star Holy Sigil·Gold·Courage·Champion!]

"Just a little short. A shame, isn't it?"

Ye Qiyan rose from the throne.

The Wandering Star Holy Sigil expanded outward, all the way to its limit of 77 meters.

The God of Trim was sent flying backward.

He stared in disbelief at the golden radiance before him.

"The power of the Golden Tribe? How is that possible? Weren't they already!"

"Already destroyed, already wiped out by you all. Can't you come up with a different exclamation? I've heard similar words so many times, I'm sick of them."

The Ring of Evil spun wildly.

Intense malice completely overwhelmed the God of Trim's divine might.

Ye Qiyan raised his palm.

The Crown that had been dangling from his finger was grasped in his hand.

His five fingers clenched empty air.

The melody of Defiance shifted from soaring heights to mournful lament.

The rain in the sky grew heavier.

Black Inverted Crosses rose from Ye Qiyan's demons and the machines imbued with demonic concepts.

Crack... crack...

Cracks appeared on the Crown.

High above the heavens.

The Hunt let out a thunderous roar.

In the sky.

Eve's body manifested that dazzling blue starlight.

The Scoundrel's Divine Core Armaments resonated.

Lancelot's long spear aimed at the heavens.

Red Tears' girl wore a rare smile.

The Raven circled.

The Demon whispered~

The moment the Crown shattered completely.

The symphony's climax—like an otherworldly hero finally arriving at the final demon king's castle—rang out.

Ye Qiyan had a question.

One he hadn't asked in a very long time~

As the "Hero" of this Station World.

Since he was challenging a god.

He absolutely had to clarify one thing~

[Defiance × Bewitchment]

The God of Trim's heart felt overwhelming terror.

And this fear didn't diminish with time, because when that young human opened his mouth and uttered a question in that calm tone—

This fear.

Surpassed [Blasphemy].

"You... Can you die?"

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