diymy Chapter 428 - 421: God’s Throne
Chapter 428 - 421: God’s Throne
Escape this planet...
At Andy’s words, Bai Jiu’s heart thrummed uncontrollably.
It was a sign that a powerful, deeply-held desire had been stirred to life.
Thousands of years ago, in humanity’s most primitive era, they stood on the ground and climbed mountain peaks, yet they could never touch the vast, boundless sky. For humans bound to the ground by gravity, soaring through the heavens became an unparalleled dream. Birds, flying without restraint, came to be seen as symbols of freedom.
But as human technology advanced, these upright creatures found ways to fly, eventually breaking through the atmosphere and into outer space.
The first time humanity used an astronomical telescope to observe the boundless void beyond Earth, the moment we truly understood the sheer scale of the universe, our desire for flight was utterly subverted.
The starry sky, the cosmos, became humanity’s next dream, replacing the birds as the new symbol of "freedom." Unfortunately, given the current state of technology, this "freedom" felt so impossibly out of reach.
Even Bai Jiu, a man who revered "unlimited freedom," had never extended his own intense desires to the endless universe.
But Andy’s words had raised the very definition of "freedom" in his heart to an infinite new height.
It was, it seemed, a thrill more potent than immortality.
Especially for the male of the species, driven to pursue power and strength.
HUFF!
For an instant, lost in that phantom-like ambition, Bai Jiu’s breath grew heavy. Countless connections flashed through his mind: the data on the Celestial Demon, the origins of the Celestial Demon... A dawning realization took hold.
But he was, after all, the strongest man in the history of the Baiyi Organization. He quickly recalibrated his mindset, forcing himself to calm down.
’For a selfish man, remaining calm is the only way to ensure he can always pursue his own greatest benefit.’
"Talk is cheap. When I see something tangible, I’ll make my own judgment."
Bai Jiu’s voice was calm.
"Of course."
Andy nodded. He knew that getting something for nothing from Bai Jiu was impossible. Without a significant down payment, the man wouldn’t be tempted.
With that, he picked up the glass of red wine from the table. He took a gentle sniff, letting the rich, sweet aroma blossom in his nostrils. Then, he took a sip, downing the liquid—more precious than gold—and allowed the exceptionally rare flavor to linger on his palate.
Before, he would have worried that Bai Jiu had tampered with the wine. But now, he knew there was no way the man would let a doctored drink pass his lips, because he had him hooked.
Bai Jiu narrowed his eyes, watching Andy drink. He’d put Andy in his place when he first arrived, and now, this was Andy’s way of getting even—of declaring victory.
’What a vindictive bastard...’
A smile remained on Bai Jiu’s face. As long as the man could bring him sufficient benefits, what did a little arrogance matter? Still...
"For your attitude to change so dramatically, there must be another reason, right?"
Bai Jiu asked, a smile playing on his lips.
Andy’s drinking motion paused. Letting a man like this smell a weakness on their side would be more dangerous than bleeding in a shark tank.
His expression unwavering, he slowly set down his glass. "We’ve waited too long and don’t want to wait any longer. Furthermore, the situation in the Far East Continent makes us willing to sacrifice some benefits to quickly clear out potential complications."
"The Far East Continent... To be honest, I’m quite interested in the powerhouses from that land."
"Donghua’s most dazzling star, Zhou Yuanjue, is said to have come from one of our own subordinate organizations. It’s fascinating, for someone like that to emerge from such a place. I’m very interested in him,"
Bai Jiu said with a smile.
"Martial Artists are a significant threat. If we reach an agreement, we want you to wipe every last trace of Martial Artists and people from the Far East from this land."
Andy said coolly.
"If your price is high enough, I can even bring you Zhou Yuanjue’s head."
Bai Jiu smiled. "I’m curious, what’s your next move?"
"There’s no harm in telling you. Next, I’ll pay a visit to the Hunter’s Mark Organization to meet the man they call the Black Continent’s strongest ’Black Knight,’ Dale Landro,"
Andy said.
"He’s not exactly a pleasant fellow. I don’t think you’ll be able to persuade a psycho like that,"
Bai Jiu said with a shrug.
"Worth a try."
...
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「Western Black Continent, Xinli.」
The world-famous Hunter’s Mark Organization had its headquarters here.
This place was a haven for the world’s mercenaries. The Hunter’s Mark Organization had even built a massive mercenary network on this land, accepting contracts from across the globe and becoming the epicenter of the mercenary world. Within the vast training camps run by Hunter’s Mark gathered the top geniuses of the underworld. They were killing machines, cold-blooded animals. They had no morals and were indifferent to life and death, but they also possessed wills of iron.
Because the weak could not survive among a pack of wild beasts.
And standing at the apex of this pack were the Hunter’s Mark Organization’s handful of Black Knights—idols whom every other beast looked upon with awe.
Among these Black Knights, Dale Landro was the undisputed strongest.
He was a man standing atop a mountain of flesh and bone.
At this very moment, on the summit of Hunter’s Mark Mountain, home to the Hunter’s Mark Organization’s headquarters, major construction was underway.
People noticed that at some point, a high platform had been erected on the summit.
On closer inspection, its decorations and design seemed to follow the style used in the Far East Continent and the Hiloba Region for building temples and shrines to house divine statues.
What was this for?
None of the Hunter’s Mark Organization members could understand. Could the top brass actually be religious?
Bullshit! How could beings like them believe in those who only played at fake Manifestations of the God and preached useless, high-minded nonsense!
"Boss, are you really doing this? It feels so embarrassing... Cultivation is Cultivation. Why go through all the trouble to build a place like this?"
Below the divine platform, several figures stood against the wind, a hint of resignation in their eyes.
Among them, a tall, yellow-skinned young man with a handsome face, a full head of blond hair, and dressed in a black robe, gazed with satisfaction at the completed divine seat.