Chapter 236: 236 I have requested a return; please refund my points_1
The Heart of the World seemed to allow no opportunity for response.
Wen Jiang remained silent for just three seconds, and the card was passively accepted.
[Detected that the host did not respond within three seconds. Defaulting to agreement. The card has been issued.]
Wen Jiang: "..."
Having lived for so many years, Wen Jiang experienced for the first time what was called a tyrannical contract.
Those who had dared to impose on her in this manner had already disappeared.
Yet, this one was not something she could handle in a short time.
God of Desire-Sub-spirit.
Literally, it was clear that this was a card of a god’s Sub-spirit; whether the god actually existed was another matter.
The card stood silently in front of Wen Jiang. It was flat, but through the slight shimmer on its surface, she felt as if a living person was lying there.
It possessed an indescribable aura, a natural charm that seemed to empty the mind upon viewing it, causing thoughts buried deep in the heart to intensify.
"You will become the strongest in this world..."
This sentence echoed unexpectedly in Wen Jiang’s mind, as if from across a distant spacetime continuum, multitudes were cheering and screaming for her.
But it was only for a brief moment; Wen Jiang immediately shook her head and frowned.
The God of Desire?
To become the strongest had always been her aspiration, especially potent when she first began her cultivation. But all her obsessions had faded after the failure of her Tribulation. However, her conviction to never submit to others remained. Although she still pursued this goal, she now did so with a more tranquil and carefree attitude. Whether the Tribulation was a success or failure, or whether she could ascend—all these were events of a distant future. It was better to be at peace and focus on the present.
Therefore, she quickly broke free from that beguiled state.
It seemed not to be an illusion; as she broke free, she thought she saw the man’s eyelids twitch.
His face remained exceedingly seductive, but its strange, kaleidoscopic allure no longer affected Wen Jiang.
"Oh dear..."
A weak cry of agony came from Zero Egg, "You may not believe me, but this is the first time I, a system, know what it feels like to be struck by lightning."
The sensation of data in complete disarray was unpleasant. As a system, it had no feelings, but a data error was like a person with OCD facing an untidy environment—almost as if ants were crawling on its skin.
Zero Egg might be foolish but was very pragmatic. It had just sneered at this man and was immediately subjected to an inexplicable punishment. Besides, the man had emerged from its database—could he be related to its superior?
A leader!
That’s someone I mustn’t provoke, nor talk too much around, Zero Egg thought. The God of Desire... sounds mighty impressive.
Wen Jiang, looking at the God of Desire, suddenly asked, "Is there a god in your world?"
After careful thought, Zero Egg replied, "I don’t think so. Isn’t a god something from the legends in your world?"
So even Zero Egg didn’t believe there were gods in this world, or in these universes.
Then what kind of existence is this God of Desire, especially favored by the Heart of the World? Wen Jiang wondered.
Whether it was a god or not didn’t matter; after all, when a certain power reached its pinnacle, there was no difference between it and a god. In Zero Egg’s world, the Heart of the World even controlled time and space travel—wasn’t that akin to a being that could rival gods? As for herself, if transcending Tribulation and ascension truly existed, she might learn upon entering another plane whether gods were real or not.
Of course, the current situation is, what exactly is the deal with this God of Desire?
It was quite expensive too: one use cost 10,000 Points.
Wen Jiang had only just experienced a surge in popularity from winning the championship, which had enabled Zero Egg to level up. However, she still had less than 10,000 Points, meaning she couldn’t afford the 30-second activation cost.
It was an SSR card, which sounded fancy. But what’s the difference between a useless man and trash?
Perhaps this thought was so intense that the man in the card suddenly opened his eyes.
They were eyes so beautiful they were startling.
His pupils were pure black, as if stars twinkled within them. Upon closer inspection, it seemed like nebulae were rotating, as if the starry cosmos itself had merged into this pair of eyes.
That one look seemed to penetrate endless voids, crossing through countless veils of time, and ultimately falling upon Wen Jiang.
Mystical, dreamlike, yet indifferent, as if he truly were a divine being from legend—noble and distant.
The gaze of a god had, one day, descended to the mortal realm.
Wen Jiang paused for a moment because he had suddenly opened his eyes.
Then she continued the mental exchange with Zero Egg, "Do you think he can hear me speaking?"
Zero Egg: "I don’t know. What were you thinking just now? I didn’t hear anything."
Zero Egg was dissatisfied because the host’s prohibition prevented it from eavesdropping on Wen Jiang’s true thoughts. Only when Wen Jiang was willing to communicate could it hear her responses.
Wen Jiang: "A 30-second summoning costs 10,000 Points; it’s practically useless. I was just thinking about what the difference is between a useless man and trash, and then he opened his eyes."
Zero Egg: "..."
Zero Egg’s tone was full of admiration, "Host, you’re really brave! I’m starting to think he’s related to my supervisor."
Soon enough, it grew discontent again, "Hey, that’s not right either! You call him trash and nothing happens, while I just—AH@#...&%...#&*%@*&...￥!!!"
Wen Jiang: "..."
He was still staring at Wen Jiang.
Since he was lying on his side in the card, Wen Jiang earnestly asked, "Don’t you get tired lying like that?"
Stop striking a pose, she thought.
But the very next moment, Wen Jiang instantly regretted asking him that question.
[Detected: Host has summoned a card. 10,000 Points will be deducted. As the host’s Points are insufficient, an advance deduction will occur. Current host debt: -312 Points.]
Wen Jiang: ?!
You motherfucker, say that again if you dare?!
The Heart of the World didn’t dare; it delivered the message and vanished. Meanwhile, the card in front of her began to move.
The card vanished. The man lying on his side transformed from a 2D image into a real-life version, slowly floating out from where the card had been. He was more perfect than any card Wen Jiang had ever created.
He had a top-notch physique and a top-notch face; he could incite worldwide frenzy more easily than Wen Jiang herself.
The original card had been two meters tall, and since he emerged still floating, Wen Jiang had to look up at him.
Regarding this creature summoned at the cost of 10,000 Points, Wen Jiang, to be honest, felt no excitement. It was one thing for her not to use the Points, but for them to be deducted without her consent? How is that any different from stealing her money? She even felt like grabbing him by the neck and making him spit the Points back out.
He slowly lowered his head to look at Wen Jiang. Above him, a 30-second countdown glared conspicuously.
Wen Jiang tried to muster a smile, "30S. What do you think you can do for me?"
The man did not reply.
Gazing at this human before him, who harbored no desire, he—awakened from chaos—showed faint signs of perplexity in his eyes.
Suddenly, he extended his hand, as if to make a friendly gesture toward Wen Jiang.
Wen Jiang unhesitatingly took his hand.
It was cold and devoid of warmth—truly unlike a human hand.
Wen Jiang smiled amiably, "Listen to me. Go back and tell the Heart of the World that I’m very dissatisfied and want to request a refund. Tell it to return my Points."
God of Desire: "..."