Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 397 - 26: I... I am the Emperor War God

[Thousand Law Notes]

[A concentration of Divinity from the Celestial God "Emperor Qianlu," this is the essence He left behind in the Mortal World.]

[The power of an Enchanter stems from temptation and seduction. One Enchanter once thought that with supreme affinity, it might be possible to communicate with the Mortal World and pacify all discord.]

[All conflict arises from irreconcilable contradictions. Therefore, resonate. As long as all can unite as one, the masses shall be king, and the king shall be the masses.]

[Thus, He played a grand and boundless note of harmony, using a corner of the Mortal World as His instrument and the reverence of all beings as His strings, completing an eternal Grand Ensemble.]

Westheid carefully examined the form of the concentrated Divinity. It was a pure golden orb of light, containing not a single trace of impurity. Listening closely, he could even hear a faint vibration. He sighed.

"Did none of the Master of Decay’s own attributes remain? Then again... His so-called ’special traits’ weren’t anything special."

Duke Qinghui had thought he might obtain something like the "Withering Law," but on second thought, that was indeed impossible, and more importantly, unnecessary.

’In the end, the Master of Decay was just an Ancient Spirit Monster in essence—a mere Cannibal Bone Demon. It wasn’t qualified to condense Divinity in the first place. You think you were worthy?’

’As Celestial God’s Shadows, the Demons’ Divinity all comes from the Ascension Ceremony. The Celestial Gods are the true source.’

"In that case, will all Demon Essences yield this stuff after extraction?"

[As long as it’s a shadow of Emperor Qianlu, then that’s basically the case. It can be used directly as a material.]

The Ancient Demon’s experience and knowledge in this area were absolutely reliable. Westheid nodded, cautiously rotating the concentrated Divinity in his hand.

To any Transcendent on the Path of Resonance, this was a treasure they could only dream of. By piously accepting this Divinity, even if they couldn’t complete the sublimation from mortal to divine, it was enough to undergo a transformation on their path. A Legendary Celestial Rank could even glimpse the realm of a Demigod through it.

Unfortunately, Westheid was not on the Path of Resonance. He had no intention of following the path of any Celestial God; ’it’s a dead end,’ he thought. Even with the Demigod Path right before him, he scoffed at it.

’That’s right, Demigods are indeed quite powerful, enough to secure their place and dominate a region in this era of conflict where gods and mortals are separated.’

’But since he, Westheid, knew of a path to ascend to the heavens, how could he be satisfied with the Tier of a Demigod?’

’The pursuit of power was etched into his very bones; he was a hardcore power-gamer. He would pursue to the extreme anything that had even the slightest possibility of allowing him to advance.’

"Then I’ll have to study this carefully."

Westheid fiddled with the concentrated Divinity, his eyes burning with fervor as he spoke:

"This Divinity... I need to figure out how to make it my own."

[My love, if you wish to study Divinity, I can actually extract my own.]

Seeing this, Wan Qi offered to refine her own Divinity and give it to Westheid.

However, Westheid immediately and politely declined Wan Qi’s kind offer.

"No, no, no. My target is only the Divinity of Emperor Qianlu, because His path and the one I wish to walk share certain similarities. As for the Divinity of the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven... that’s not compatible with me at all."

There was a reason Duke Qinghui chose Emperor Qianlu as his reference instead of the Yonglan Riding God. On the path of the Warrior, the Yonglan Riding God had already reached the absolute pinnacle. No matter what Westheid did, it would be difficult to surpass him. That path was a dead end.

Emperor Qianlu’s Law, however, seemed far more complex. The key was resonance and harmony, but the method of achieving it was driven by Charm—and that was exactly what Westheid wanted. Since Emperor Qianlu, an Enchanter, had actively abandoned the greatest Talent of his origin, he couldn’t blame Westheid for picking it up and forging a new path.

’What’s that? Someone initially said Charm was a useless attribute?’

’I have no idea. Who said that?’

It was just a foolish mistake Westheid had made in his youth. He had been reaping the benefits of the Charm Attribute from the very beginning, and he was now happily eating his words after his initial disdain.

"Emperor Qianlu was too fixated on Soul Fusion. Absorbing all sorts of powers and then trying to unify and harmonize them... he would have been better off specializing in Charm. There was no need to compromise like that."

Duke Qinghui was now sharply criticizing a sublime Celestial God—for a mortal to speak this way was truly blasphemous.

But he wasn’t just spouting nonsense. In the "Poem of Destiny," the ultimate goal was Ascension to godhood. Therefore, Westheid knew how to meet the conditions better than any mortal—perhaps even better than any supreme being before their own Ascension.

The so-called path of a Celestial God was a path of the self. You had to take the conviction you upheld to its absolute extreme, practice it from the bottom of your heart, and use your own will—no matter what that will might be—to imprint it upon the Mortal World until it became an undeniable truth.

The way of the world is my way.

The Radiant Holy Tree is "Prosperity and Proliferation"; the Yonglan Riding God is "Battle and Guardian"; Emperor Qianlu is "Fusion and Harmony"; the Star Abyss Wings is "Domination and Purification"...

Only the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven was not clearly defined in the "Poem of Destiny." Even though Westheid had personally witnessed Wan Qi’s Ascension, he couldn’t say for sure what it was.

If Westheid wanted to achieve the Ascension Ceremony, he would have to decide on his "path of the self" now. Most past Celestial Gods had solidified their paths after reaching the Legendary Tier.

One had to be a Legend at the very least to have the right to control their own destiny and contemplate the future.

After Westheid shared all this with Wan Qi, the white-haired, red-eyed girl fell silent for a long time. Finally, with her gaze lowered, she stared at him and asked:

[Then, my love, what is the path you have chosen?]

"Of course I’ve already decided."

Westheid had actually had his answer for a long time. He had already spoken his heart’s true desire during his duel with Mephit outside Gale Heart.

Now, he was merely emphasizing it once more to Wan Qi. He clenched the concentrated Divinity tightly in his palm, ignoring the searing pain from its burn. A wild grin spread across the man’s face, fully revealing the beastly, maniacal demeanor hidden beneath his gentle and handsome exterior:

"I want everyone in the world to love me! Respect me! Worship me! To be utterly captivated by me! To pledge their lives to me! To live for me! And to die for me!"

"Therefore, for all those who do not wish to die, for those unwilling to live in a world of suffering and war, the only thing they can do is..."

"Admire me, the Master of Qinghui..."

"Pledge their lives to me, the King of Knights..."

"Me, the Imperial Guardian..."

"Me, the one who shall achieve Ascension..."

"Me, I... I am the Emperor War God!"

If it had been Westheid’s subordinates—be it Yolanda, Mephit, or anyone else—they would surely have been shocked and thrilled by his declaration. But for Wan Qi, such a speech didn’t move her much. As the lover who deeply cherished Westheid, she simply cast a look of tender affection from her crimson eyes, her cherry-like lips parting slightly as she spoke:

[Although the path of Ascension is not a happy one, leaving only solitude, my love, as long as it makes you happy, that is all that matters. I will always be watching over you.]

* * *

Not long after, the triumphant fleet returned to the Central Royal Court to resupply, re-equip, and replace its casualties.

There was no grand welcoming ceremony. The Royal Court was currently on a tense wartime footing. The precious resources once squandered at will by the Elf Royal Family had all been requisitioned by Eilvette for the war effort. The once-commonplace banquets and salons had become exceedingly rare, the supply of all luxury goods had been cut off, and even days of rest were no longer guaranteed.

At the urging of the Grand Law Officer, all members of the Elf Royal Family had to contribute to the cause of liberation. Thus, for the first time ever, the Pure-blood Elves, who had lived for one or two hundred years, were actually required to perform labor. It wasn’t much—only working two or three hours a day making components for Runes of Music—but for the pampered Elf Nobility, it was considered incredibly arduous.

So when Duke Qinghui returned, the nobles of the Royal Court were the most delighted—not just because the war was going well, but more so out of an eager anticipation of being freed from their boring lives.

As for the reason why, well, you’ll just have to see what happens next.

PS: The map design in that Wukong game... anyone who can play it without cursing is a saint. Everything else is pretty decent, though.