Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

"Damn it! Don't think you've already won! I, I am a great god! Mere humans, mere humans!"

The Ritual Rite God began to roar in helpless fury!

It felt fear.

Because that damned black-feathered raven had been staring at it with the same gaze one would give a corpse.

Its occasional hateful caws made the god feel as though its own divinity was being polluted by a concept it dared not even contemplate.

That, combined with the power Fang Cheng had worn down to over the past millennium through mutual decay, was no match for the demons.

Even though Red Tears had yet to draw her sword.

Because...

It didn't have a divine body.

Divinity and the divine body.

Even a gnome, once the weakest among C-grade gods, possessed a body that ordinary Train Conductors' abilities couldn't even scratch.

But the Ritual Rite God was different.

Its body had long been shattered by Fang Cheng.

Only because of the [Curse] was it able to parasitize Fang Cheng while he was still alive, and over a millennium of draining, through the curse, it had replenished its own divinity with his power.

Yet, even so, it still had no body.

Only at the moment Fang Cheng's spirit was eternally extinguished could it truly be reborn, allowing its divinity to nourish the flesh it would then occupy.

Unfortunately~

It ran into Ye Qiyan.

Ye Qiyan's title, [Blasphemer Against the Gods], had already been amplified based on the number of gods he had slain.

Reaching a staggering 630%.

Under the relentless torment of the demons.

The Ritual Rite God let out a desperate scream.

"Damn it, damn it all!"

Was there any way to keep itself alive?

The Ritual Rite God frantically searched its mind for an answer to that question.

And the answer was, in fact, so obvious.

Kill this human!

As long as he was dead! Both the Blasphemy Card and the demons would disappear instantly, right!?

There was hope! Just hold on, hold on!

The Curse-Sacrifice God gritted its teeth, constantly accumulating its power.

It wanted to cast a curse on Ye Qiyan!

Finally, after enduring a fierce punch from the Decisive demon.

This body, which had condensed and could no longer disperse, flew backward toward the direction of that sun.

An opportunity!!

The Ritual Rite God endured the pain, watching the distance between itself and Ye Qiyan shrink, and let out a manic laugh.

"Human! How dare you underestimate me! Die! Rite of Curse · Human Sacrifice!"

Black smoke rushed toward Ye Qiyan.

Seeing that Ye Qiyan didn't dodge or evade, the Ritual Rite God felt a glimmer of hope rise in its heart!

As long as it hit! This curse, specifically designed to target humans! Even if it couldn't kill him, it would plunge him into boundless agony!

Using that as leverage, it would surely...

Still, unfortunately~

Its thoughts never finished.

A purple eyeball opened in the air behind Ye Qiyan.

[Cursed Demon Eye]

[Counter-Curse -]

The black smoke was engulfed by a purple glow of curse-cancellation, and in an instant, it was reflected back onto the Ritual Rite God itself.

"Ahhh!!!"

Pain! Excruciating pain! This was the first time since its birth that it had ever felt such agony!

In the past, when it toyed with and tormented those weak humans, watching them writhe under this very curse, the Ritual Rite God only felt pleasure.

But the moment that pain truly acted upon its own body.

Pleasure?

Heh~

Ye Qiyan let out a cold sneer.

"You're much weaker than I imagined. If all B-grade gods are at this level, they're no different from the C-grade ones."

"Ahhh!!"

The Ritual Rite God didn't answer, because it was still in agony, unable to speak a single word.

"Utterly boring..."

Ye Qiyan snapped his fingers.

The two cards, Defiance and Bewitchment, overlapped each other.

A black inverted cross reflected in his left eye.

He looked down at the Ritual Rite God, still writhing on the ground, and calmly asked that familiar question.

"Though I already know the answer... I'll ask anyway, just to be sure."

The cross-shaped light in his eye began to gleam.

"Answer me."

He walked right up to the Ritual Rite God.

The Wandering Star Holy Sigil pressed it firmly to the ground, unable to move.

"Will you die?"

The answer had been determined from the moment the Judge's verdict began.

It would die, and no matter what methods it used, there would never be another Ritual Rite God.

"I... I will die..."

[Caw!!!]

The Demon Raven.

Announcing the death of a god~

Whoosh!

Red Tears drew her sword.

The Ritual Rite God.

Fell.

[Ding dong, congratulations]

[You have slain deity designation - B-57 - Ritual Rite]

[God Slaying Count: 12]

[God Slaying Contribution: 50%]

[Title: Blasphemer Against the Gods multiplier increased to: 650%]

[Ingenuity · Divine Core Overseer, record completed]

[Concept · Ritual Rite will no longer possess a path to false godhood]

[Deity designation - A-36 - Curse-Sacrifice, has lost a Divine Sequence member]

[Downgraded from A-36 to A-45]

[Please select divine core conversion]

[Item/Equipment/Core]

"Core."

[Selection complete. Will be sent to your mailbox after leaving this station]

[Miatira's special note: Divine essence still exists within this world]

"How many more?"

[...Further hints cannot be given]

"Tch."

[...]

Ye Qiyan waved his hand, already accustomed to Miatira's helplessness.

He had taken down one god. Even with only 50% contribution, the other 50% was presumably because Fang Cheng had already eliminated the Ritual Rite God's physical body.

He didn't find it regrettable either. After all, there was still another god in this world waiting for him to reap.

So now...

Ye Qiyan put away the Demon Cards and shifted his gaze to Fang Cheng, who was still sitting there.

His body was beginning to dissipate.

"You look like you're dying, Senior."

"The Ritual Rite cast a curse on me. If I die, it loses any chance of obtaining a physical body, and it would soon drop to a C-grade god, or even lower. But the same goes for it. When it dies, I'm affected too."

Fang Cheng's voice was no longer hollow like before.

Like a withered tree meeting spring, his body was slowly recovering.

But Ye Qiyan knew very well.

At this moment, he was no different from a terminally ill patient having a final burst of energy.

The moment his last vestiges of strength completely dissipated.

That would be Fang Cheng's time of death.

"Thank you, friend..."

Fang Cheng raised his hand.

A tray descended from that sun.

"Two thousand five hundred and thirteen... Sorry for dragging you into such a troublesome and dangerous situation, yet I can only offer this much.

I used too much fighting against that bastard. What's left is everything I have. Don't think it's too little..."

A burst of joy erupted in Ye Qiyan's eyes.

Two thousand five hundred!!

This was... an incredible haul!

Before even getting the treasure WALL-E had been searching for, he'd already gained nearly three thousand Train Coins! Add that to the three thousand three hundred he had swindled from Resource Sir...

The distance to his goal of ten thousand Train Coins to upgrade the train to level twenty...

Was getting closer and closer!

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