Mystery: The Stranger

Chapter 38 Impotent Rage

He is already at Sequence 5, the pinnacle below demigod. Although he is not yet a demigod and cannot activate the mythical creature form, he still possesses divinity.

Everything has a divine nature.

These are rules welded to the very foundation of the world.

Within the extraordinary nature of food lies a trace of the original Creator—divinity.

In traditional Western fantasy worlds, one still has to steal the divinity of others, but Snow has already completed this process and has consumed a great many extraordinary characteristics.

There is no need to steal the divinity from others; extraordinary characteristics come with divinity.

He has the opportunity to try.

Others didn't even have a chance.

Because there are several necessary conditions, the first one is to have this kind of awareness and the desire to try.

This excludes those who are not transmigrators. Secondly, even though there is a normal path to advancement to demigod, those transmigrators who were already high-ranking and extraordinary from the beginning would not think or act this way.

This eliminates the possibility of a domineering CEO transmigrating with a lucky destiny.

Furthermore, it was because of the existence of Xalatas that Snow was able to isolate the divinity within this world after consuming its extraordinary properties for the first time.

Even if you want to ignite divinity, you first need to find what you want to ignite, rather than having a little bit of divinity that has merged with your spirituality through active role-playing and assimilation, and you can't find the subject at all.

The last condition is that it must be done before advancing to the fourth rank, that is, before stepping into the threshold of demigod.

After advancing to Sequence 4, the divinity becomes too strong and too closely integrated with oneself, making it extremely difficult to ignite. It's as if it's already formed, as divinity itself is the core part that shapes the form of mythical creatures, making it difficult to distinguish or separate from oneself.

This opportunity to try is only available before promotion to Sequence 4.

Demons, on the other hand, have an advantage in this regard.

Snow looked at the sacrificial fire he had lit, which couldn't burn the divine imprint at the core of his spiritual world, and he wasn't surprised at all.

If it can't be burned, it simply can't be burned.

If it can't be lit, it just can't be lit.

No response means no response.

But brute force won't work; following the rules of this world might be the only way.

If there is anything that can ignite divinity, or at least help to soften it, then it must be "humanity."

This is precisely what the devil is best at discarding.

After confirming that the fire could not be ignited, that the "temperature" was insufficient, and that the reaction conditions were inadequate, Snow made a decision: the sacrificial fire could not burn away divinity, so he began to burn Snow's humanity as a sacrifice to divinity.

Whether it's malice, various desires, or other aspects of human nature leaning towards positive energy, they are all burning at this moment.

The divine imprint, which originally did not react mystically with external energy or matter, seemed to undergo a subtle change after being mixed with human nature; the addition of the accelerant seemed to have an effect.

This also surprised Snow. He amplified the burning of the sacrificial fire even more, and although the intense pain made his entire soul tremble, he still persevered and stared intently at the most core divine mark.

Let's get this fired up!

Let's get this fired up!

Let's get this fired up!

The divine imprint seemed to be softening more and more, but it still showed no signs of burning due to the external sacrificial fire. It seemed that the external flames were still difficult to affect the original divinity.

Snow himself had reached his limit; his soul was on the verge of collapse, and he could no longer increase the intensity of the sacrificial fire. Meanwhile, he heard Xalatas's warning:

"If you don't stop, your body will collapse first, drained dry, and then your soul will be the next, eventually turning into a pile of burnt-out, nutritionally worthless dregs."

"I know!"

The excruciating pain, that agonizing, hopeless wail, left Snow no time to respond to Xaratas's words.

The spirit is about to enter a forced hibernation under the combined influence of Xalatas's auxiliary consciousness and self-preservation instinct.

With all his might, he let out a final, desperate roar, a roar fueled by all hope:

"God said, 'Let there be light!'"

"Holy Light, shine!"

Snow's every thought was a roar, and countless human factors sacrificed to the divine mark roared in the same way at the same moment!

Light it up!

Let there be light!

If the external sacrificial fire cannot ignite divinity, does divinity itself not have a natural primal instinct to illuminate chaos?

Turn on the lights!

Even just for a moment!

At this moment, Snow recalled the feeling in Azeroth, where without any guidance, he awakened the Holy Light independently simply because he wanted to survive—a feeling as if existence itself was emitting its most primal cry.

He survived that time.

This time, he again chose to believe in what the holy light symbolizes.

Willpower is clearly insufficient to change reality, and humanity has been squeezed to its limit. So, offer up the most insignificant faith as the last kind of firewood to be burned in the stove.

They were also gamblers, and besides their lives, this was the last and cheapest sacrifice they could bet on.

He had indeed felt the holy light, and he had also tried to ignite the holy light within that divine mark, not to burn, but to use the holy light to illuminate something.

Since we no longer expect to ignite divinity—external forces clearly cannot do it—we can only pray that divinity itself possesses the instinct to ignite and radiate light and heat.

Try to activate that primal urge...

boom!

Of course, no miracle occurred.

Instead, it was yet another failure.

Snow found himself quite amusing, shouting about light and fire, fantasizing about an impossible outcome: that Xalatas had finished the sacrificial ritual and was about to pull his soul back.

How can I put it... I'm so unwilling to accept this... Demons should be the most composed, and humanity has been burned away and is now listless... but I'm still so unwilling to accept this.

Snow looked at the crimson star that symbolized the "other world" receding further and further away from him, and could vaguely sense the fragments of his soul and the seeds of desire left inside, which were the only things he had successfully left behind on this journey.

Hey!

Not reconciled!

I broke down!

You fucking idiot, original creator!

Snow... has suffered a mental breakdown! His sanity has vanished! He's consumed by impotent rage!

Burn it!

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was just unwilling to accept it, so he burned the only remaining result of his success: a small fragment of his soul and the seed of his desire.

This is actually meaningless. If you can't succeed even after squeezing yourself to this extent, then the faint light from burning those tiny fragments is equally meaningless.

But Snow didn't care anymore. He was tired. Let it all be destroyed. He might as well burn it all down. It didn't matter anyway. He could just come back to the Astral Plane and plant another seed of desire. He couldn't maintain his rationality anymore.

However, just when he had completely given up and lost all hope, something subtle happened: the tiny spark that ignited in the crimson star resonated with the sacrificial fire deep within Snow's soul, a fire that always burned with divine imprint but was weak and powerless to ignite.

The divine imprint, which was already in an excited, active, and unstable state, established a mystical connection with the otherworldly symbol within the astral plane. Upon contact, both the divinity and the symbol rippled slightly.

The deep red stars began to glow faintly, igniting wisps of light that seemed like a dream.

Snow burned almost everything he could in the end, fell into a coma, and his spirit was forcibly pulled back by the pre-programmed procedure of the sacrificial ritual.

Before his consciousness completely plunged into darkness, he seemed to see a cluster of sparks, which seemed like an illusion, yet were incredibly beautiful...