DKIE CH97: The Gods

As Quill was demonstrating the light, he was suddenly interrupted by a strong gust of wind.

Dozens of helicopters were circling, lowering their altitude to find a landing spot. Ferries were approaching the coast, and the sound of sirens could be heard from further away. The marketing account runners who had fainted in the forest were woken up by the noise. After a two-second delay, they shouted, “The rescue team is here!”

Since the sudden mountain fire at dawn, some areas had already dispatched support, but unfortunately, due to environmental interference, they had only just arrived.

As soon as the rescue team arrived, they immediately began clearing the collapsed areas.

The accompanying media quickly began interviewing residents to understand the situation.

Ignoring some of the residents’ ‘delirious’ statements, after grasping the information, they scrambled to surround Luka and the others.

“While disaster is merciless, there is love in the world. Several enthusiastic tourists have already actively thrown themselves into the rescue efforts.”

The reporter spoke as he walked, handing the microphone to Luka. “Hello, would you mind an interview? What is your surname?”

The foreign reporter spoke multiple languages, eliminating the need for a translator.

Quill was about to pull Luka away, but when Luka saw the microphone, he habitually leaned his face towards it, his expression managed in a second. “My surname is Lu.”

Reporter: “The ‘Lu’ for land?”

Quill corrected, “The ‘Lu’ in ‘Luminous.'”

Due to the rare meteor shower, the number of netizens paying attention to the situation here had skyrocketed.

The live broadcast was synchronized across all platforms. From the very beginning, many netizens came in and saw the enthusiastic citizen… no, the enthusiastic tourist, Mr. Luminous.

【Dragon Tyrant: What the hell, is that Luka! I’m not seeing things, am I?】
【Little Foolish Pig: When Luka was live-streaming just now, someone zoomed in on the reflection on his phone screen and saw some people on wires, saying he was filming a movie.】
【Yayaya: There are some handsome guys next to him, can you move the camera over a bit?】
【Gugu: Stop looking at the sky, the way the man next to Luka is looking at him is a bit strange.】
【Love You Ten Thousand Years: Can you not ship every handsome guy you see!】

Off-camera, some ash had fallen on Luka’s head. Quill carefully brushed it off for him. Luka playfully puffed out his cheeks and blew at it.

Choking on the embers, Quill just casually ruffled his hair, making one strand stick up in the middle.

Luka laughed a couple of times and deliberately raised an eyebrow in warning.

【Love You Ten Thousand Years: …I take back my last comment, these two are definitely not right.】

Some details between a couple can’t be hidden. When the reporter got too close, Quill subconsciously put an arm halfway around Luka’s waist and gave a warning look.

【111: Uh, it’s a bit disrespectful to say this, but the media has never dug up any scandals about Luka. How did he find love while he was in a vegetative state? [Minion question mark]】

Could it be that in this world, love really just appears when you want it?

【He probably woke up a while ago, otherwise there’s no way he could have recovered this well.】

While the comments were still scrolling like crazy, due to Quill’s continuous release of cold air, the reporter’s voice became unsteady after just a few sentences.

His survival instinct made him turn to the more gentle-looking Saint.

“Sir, may I ask if you are also here on the island for a tour?”

The Saint answered the question seriously, “I’m here to save the world.”

The reporter almost dropped his microphone.

The comments quickly changed to a different crowd.

【I can’t take it, so chuunibyou!】
【Silver hair, white clothes, great, it’s the 2D world, we’re saved!】
【The 2D world saves the world, no rebuttals accepted [angry]】

The entire live interview became more and more interesting. Over there, the Elf King was rescuing cats and dogs, his aura attracting many independent media to follow and film. The disaster relief site was now a true display of various skills, and for a while, there weren’t enough trending spots for all the headlines.

Of course, the most explosive headline among them was still Luka.

Following his ‘resurrection,’ he appeared as an enthusiastic tourist and was suspected of having his relationship with his boyfriend exposed.

With the hot topics and continuous live broadcasts, his story soon appeared on foreign websites.

He had been an artist, fought his boss, been a paparazzo, been struck by lightning, survived near-death, and had a horror-movie experience on a deserted island… With countless buffs stacked, Luka truly became a huge hit.

“There’s too much faith,” Luka whispered in Quill’s ear.

The weakness after overdrawing his power was gradually recovering after completely absorbing the crystal dust.

He had been so focused on fighting and being moved before. After repeatedly confirming that the limit of his divine sense had expanded several times over, his tone carried a trace of excitement. “The critical point for a breakthrough seems to have been reached.”

The positive feedback from one plane was ridiculously strong.

It’s just that he wasn’t in his main body right now. The power had to be completely compressed and stored in his divine sense. He could only be sure when he returned.

The rescue forces were successively landing on the island, and there wasn’t much left to help with.

Luka took the opportunity to avoid the reporters’ cameras and went with Quill to a place far from the crowd.

They walked side by side for an unknown amount of time, finally sitting on a park bench at the entrance.

“Finally, we can rest.” Leaning back, Luka closed his eyes to sun his eyelids.

He gently squeezed the hand he hadn’t let go of, suddenly feeling a little greedy. It was a pity that the world’s feedback had limited effect on Quill.

As if knowing his thoughts, Quill shook his head. “Actually, that’s not the case.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t forget, it’s not just one plane that has problems.”

Before they crossed over, the Saint-Demon Continent had already shown signs of abnormalities.

It was ironic, but the Demon King’s pursuit of a speed run to godhood was precisely the effect of the altar’s curse, which weakened the rules of the Saint-Demon Continent that were spread throughout the stars, allowing him to touch the threshold of godhood himself.

With his past accumulation, a qualitative change would soon occur.

Luka reacted a step later.

Hand in hand, he opened his eyes in surprise. “Quick, let’s say it together—thank you, Demon King.”

This was true warmth for all seasons!

Luka even immediately changed his personal signature to: The Demon King is a big warm-hearted guy [doge.jpg].

Quill didn’t play on the terminal much, but he still used his other hand to give him a like on Luka’s phone.

Time passed in likes and laughter.

After wandering the island for a day, Luka took the time to reply to his former agent’s message, saying he was going to retire. The agent could live in his large downtown apartment long-term, and they would meet again if fate allowed.

Afterwards, the group of outsiders arrived at the cordoned-off mountainous area, ending their trip ahead of schedule.

The Saint sighed, “It’s a pity we didn’t find a place for pet grooming.”

When the ferret arrived, the Demon King was going crazy. To save time, it hadn’t immediately possessed a puppet, resulting in a great loss of vitality.

Despite receiving the world’s gift, its butt, which had been singed by the firestone, hadn’t recovered yet.

Luka: “…Grooming is not plastic surgery.”

If fur grew back that easily, the Demon Ancestor wouldn’t have been bald until his death.

The ferret let out a squeak of despair.

Luka spoke the ultimate truth that being powerful is the original sin. Luckier than the Demon Ancestor, the high-level apothecary’s special potion should be effective on it.

After speaking, he took one last look at the worldly life unique to this place.

Quill’s expression was the same as always, but his tone was low and soothing. “We can come back in the future.”

Luka nodded and retracted his gaze.

A portion of his divine sense simply couldn’t contain the overloaded faith. He had to leave quickly.

Rio also felt the surging energy about to overflow from his body and proudly patted his head.

The most promising cub on the whole island.

The spatial barrier was pulled open by Quill, and the planar gate high in the sky flashed with an unusual light.

Without any hesitation, Luka took a high step and leaped in. The shackles of the other world disintegrated and disappeared the moment he crossed the boundary.

He was swift, but this time the spatial teleportation was very slow.

The current host body dissolved into countless particles. The divine sense, traveling alone, returned to its main body with an instinct that made Luka triumphantly push through everything.

…

Saint-Demon Continent, Land of Exile, it was currently nighttime.

Danton and other dragons were gathered here. The main body of Luka, which they were originally responsible for protecting, was driven by the remaining divine sense and unconsciously moved towards this place.

They had no choice but to follow.

“Why isn’t he back yet?” The Dwarven Chieftain paced back and forth, very uneasy.

The longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be.

Although the representatives of the other races didn’t speak, their expressions also revealed anxiety.

The dwarf’s pacing quickened, the fallen leaves crunching under his feet.

The Dark Elf Matriarch frowned. “Can you stop for a moment?”

The Orc said something surprisingly human for once. “It’s just one of two outcomes. The young kid isn’t afraid, so we have even less reason to be nervous.”

He was referring to Lilian.

Lilian’s strength was the weakest in the entire group. When the ferret went to Boulder City to move the firestone, she had followed along. Lilian was very open-minded. If the Demon King was the victor, he definitely wouldn’t spare anyone related to Luka.

So it was better to follow along, get first-hand information, and at least have a fifty percent chance of filming a great victory.

The camera was faithfully recording everything.

Suddenly, Lilian took two steps forward. “Luka’s body, it seemed to move just now.”

Just as Danton and the other dragons were about to look down, the entire sky opened up like a skullcap, revealing a murky brain.

A halo of light like a color palette enveloped the land. The boy’s body was suddenly sucked into a planar gate that appeared out of nowhere. A young dragon reacted the fastest and was about to snatch the body back, but its own body was slapped by an invisible barrier, the powerful dragon scales vibrating.

As it was about to take off a second time, it was stopped by Danton. “Wait, it seems to be the rules of the world descending.”

What was strange was that rules usually only appeared during a breakthrough, but there was no sign of lightning in the sky now.

“Something’s coming out!”

The pressure was like a mountain crashing down. The Orc King gripped his bone knife tightly. Before he could even peer through the light, everyone present was forcibly pushed back by the rules.

When they had retreated several dozen feet, several figures jumped down from the edge of the spatial rift.

The Dwarven Chieftain, with the help of his equipment, was the first to see clearly and exclaimed in ecstasy, “It’s…”

“Retreat first.” Before he could finish, the dragon’s voice came.

He’s back, but we have to retreat? The Dwarven Chieftain’s joy turned to sorrow. “Did the Demon King follow him back?”

“No, Luka is breaking through to godhood.”

“…”

This was more terrifying than the Demon King’s return!

The Dwarven Chieftain couldn’t process this news. He stared at the dragons. What did you say?

I’m asking you, what did you just say?!

On the other side, the divine sense finally returned to the main body, and the power dispersed into his body along with it. The last corner of the little golden figure inside him was lit up, instantly transitioning from gold to a glazed form.

The more knowledgeable experts present already knew that Luka was a representative of the Faith Method, but witnessing this scene with their own eyes shocked them so much they wanted to ascend to heaven themselves.

There was no lightning at all, it was a natural progression, all heavenly blessings.

So what were the thirteen lightning strikes they had endured from the first to the thirteenth rank!

An endless stream of unusual colors appeared in the world, illuminating the night sky from here all the way to Boulder City.

Countless mages walked onto the streets to watch this wondrous scene.

A new trajectory faintly appeared among the rules of the starry sky. Luka could clearly feel a part of his willpower establishing a link with a more vast and profound place.

His spread wings, under the curtain of light, produced a rhythm as they flapped.

The outline of the sun in the magic circle fully appeared. The link turned into an almost transparent pointer, passing the last grid of the circle, officially representing a breakthrough past the thirteenth rank.

At the moment he was about to become a god, a shout came from the front—

“Luka!”

In the midst of the solemnity, Lilian’s professional instinct was still there. She held up the recording stone like a cameraman, reminding him to strike a pose.

“You can do the outstretched hand statue pose!”

The thought of that statue made Luka’s mindset a little unstable. Ignoring her words, before the gift from the heavens ended, he subconsciously looked for Quill’s figure first.

As always, among all the people, that figure was the closest to him.

The points of light fell on his perfect brow bone, the bridge of his nose, and down to his thin lips. The emotions in those eyes were, for once, very easy to read.

It was all undisguised love.

Quill silently mouthed four words: “My God.”

In this clear expression of love, Luka was first stunned, then suddenly remembered the poem the other had once written for him.

Inspiration was like a fleeting glimpse of a wintersweet plum in winter. Under everyone’s gaze, he reached out to catch the falling light and transformed it into a withered branch.

Then, with a half-bow, he gently flicked his left hand—

“Blossom and bring riches.”

His voice echoed between heaven and earth. Everyone’s expression was a bit strange. Why did those four words sound so… old-fashioned? In any case, the lingering sound carried the power of faith.

The Land of Exile, destroyed by the great war, was swept clean of its barrenness. Seeds and roots that had been dead and buried deep underground for a long time were revitalized.

Sacred bamboo shot up from the ground, and millions of small bells bloomed everywhere.

The long and splendid flowering period alternated with the wintersweet’s winter and summer, ensuring they would never wither.

…

The figure below was a microcosm under the vast sky.

And above the starry sky, there was a new trajectory. Those with extremely powerful strength could engrave their will into the starry sky, just as the Demon Ancestor had made the rules of the Return Hunt spread throughout the Demon Realm.

However, when the Demon Ancestor was alive, he was still a step away from breaking through to godhood. It was only after his death that his will dispersed and gradually materialized into rules.

In recent eras, Luka was the only one to complete a living printing.

As long as he did not die, the flowers in the Land of Exile would also be immortal, regardless of the season.

The flowering branches were fragrant and brilliant. Quill stood where he was, surrounded by flowers.

A necromancer’s aura was naturally like those deeply buried, rotting roots—stagnant and closed off. They could control any puppet, but were rarely hard-controlled by love. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have become so crazily radical and eventually disappeared into the long river of history.

Only Luka, from their very first meeting, had always treated him as a living being.

Folding his wings, before the light completely dissipated, Luka stood in front of him, smiling. “A big star, of course we have to walk the flower road together.”

This time, it was truly for a lifetime together.

Those few words were easily carved into his soul. In the aura emanating from Quill, no trace of gloom could be felt anymore.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Luka tightly.

In the reverse light of the night, the other races stood quietly to the side.

Finally, the Dwarven Chieftain couldn’t take it anymore. “Why are we still standing here?”

Watching Luka become a god, and then watching them embrace love.

Because they were kind?

The Orc King said coldly, “Because we’re masochists.”

“…”

During the warm moment, the sound of clicking was incessant.

A shadow suddenly appeared behind Lilian, who was crazily filming, startling her.

The Dark Elf Matriarch said sinisterly, “Edit it quickly and release it tonight.”

They couldn’t be the only ones with godhood in their left eye and love in their right. The entire continent had to swallow this sour lemon.

Lilian: “…Okay.”

With such huge news, even if the Dark Elf Matriarch hadn’t told her to, she would have rushed to be the first to publish it.

The signs of the breakthrough were too powerful. Some great mages nearby were curiously rushing over. Soon, her competitors would be here to snatch her scoop.

He who is near ink is stained black; he who is near Luka gets rich.

After becoming friends with Luka, Lilian had become more and more adept at marketing. That night, an article titled “Birth! The First God of the New Century” was born.

Anything related to gods was a hot topic, and the platform and her official account already had huge traffic. Anyone who saw it couldn’t help but click.

In the deafening background music, there was only one line of large text, red to black: On X day at 1:30, Luka officially became a god!

Writing an article took too much time. This time, Lilian rushed to publish it in the form of a caption plus video.

The thump of the music, plus the suddenly appearing typed words, made the viewers’ hearts thump along.

Became a god?

Luka became a god!

When they belatedly realized what had happened and couldn’t wait to confirm it, the page showed the classic Q-version image of Quill, the webpage froze, and the platform completely crashed.

“Damn it!” It could have frozen at any other time, but it had to be in the middle of the night.

Excerpt from the Orc King’s Diary:

So annoying, so annoying, why do I have to watch people show off their love in the middle of the night!

The Dragon Clan stomped a paw print. What do you know [angry]

The Elf King left a palm print similar to the Five-Fingered Mountain, saying everything without words.

Orc King [Surprised][Excited][Experiencing the joy of getting traffic for the first time]: I’ve been writing this diary for so long, and I finally have visitors?

…

Actually, the original scene was—

【Inspiration was like a fleeting glimpse of a wintersweet plum in winter. Under everyone’s gaze, he reached out to catch the falling light and transformed it into a withered branch.

Then, with a half-bow, he gently flicked his left hand—

“Bloom.”

The dead wood came back to life, the three words carrying the power of faith.】

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