【Level 1 Alert: The six-winged archangel Michael has appeared in the Pacific Ocean and issued an ultimatum to humanity. All citizens are requested to return immediately to the Underground Shelter!】
【Level 1 Alert: The premier demon of Hell, Amy, leading the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, has appeared in the western Pacific. The Apocalypse has arrived!】
【Frontline Situation Report: Daxia has dispatched the God-Slayer Squad to assist the last Guardian God of Daxia—the Asura God, Lin Fan—in fighting the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. We believe we will successfully weather this crisis just like before.】
【Frontline Situation Report: God King Zeus has appeared. The American Recorder Organization has been completely wiped out, and all three chief recorders are dead.】
【Frontline Situation Report: Guardian God Lin Fan fights the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to the death without retreating. Alas, human endurance has its limits, and he has fallen to the sneak attack of the God of Winter. The Death Knight is now invading...】
【Citizens, this is the Daxia Supreme Command Center. I am National Chairman Zhang Maochai, and this will be our final transmission.
As the last hope of Blue Star, our 1.6 billion people united as one to defeat the Ocean God, the God of Gales, the God of Sky, the God of Winter... conquering the gods with mortal bodies.
Yet.
Human limits are, after all, human limits.
The God of Thunder Zeus, the premier demon Amy and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, along with Michael and the angel legions, have formed an alliance. The allied forces are now ten kilometers away from the Daxia Supreme Command Center.
It is with great regret that we announce that humanity's last hope is extinguished at this very moment. Please step out of your shelters, take one last look at this beautiful world, and embrace your family and friends beside you.
From this day forth, this land left behind by our ancestors will no longer belong to us.
It will become the Divine Domain of some god.
From this moment on, there will be no more humans—only human believers.
For the sake of your lives, please do not resist, do not feel anger. Kneel submissively before those gods and demons, voluntarily becoming believers of the gods and apostles of the demons. Henceforth, cast aside all emotion, cast aside your families, and become their tools.
Please discard thousands of years of brilliant history and culture; discard art, poetry, love, and hatred; discard family affection and romantic love. Do not resist; offer up your souls, serve the gods, and sing praises to the gods.
Please become the private property of the high and mighty gods.
Only by doing this can you survive, even if you are no longer yourselves.
We are sorry; we tried our best. Finally, thank you all for your dedication and perseverance over the years.
And once more, wishing you all a Happy New Year.】
From this day onward, in the history of this Plane, the human species was completely extinct.
Brilliant history, great art, and the technology capable of contending with the gods ceased to exist, leaving behind only a horde of walking-corpse-like human believers singing praises to the gods.
From then on, Blue Star became an accessory Plane of the God Realm.
The clock of humanity stopped at the first chime of the New Year in the New Era, Year 0015.
……
"The gods are high and mighty?!"
"Today, I'm going to slay the gods!"
Lin Fan abruptly stood up from his desk, roaring with a ferocious expression.
"Lin Fan, what are you doing?" A middle-aged teacher stood on the podium, staring expressionlessly at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan froze for a moment, looking around in bewilderment.
He instinctively reached for his waist.
Unfortunately, it was completely empty, save for a packet of spicy strips.
"Where's my saber?" Lin Fan looked blankly at the spicy strips in his hand.
How could his Asura Saber—which had drunk the blood of countless gods—be gone?
This sudden reaction instantly provoked roaring laughter from the entire classroom, but Lin Fan seemed completely oblivious.
He looked out the window. Although the cold wind was blowing, the sun was shining brightly.
"This sky... isn't red?"
"There are no cracks in the sky leading to the God Realm?"
"And this isn't a time-loop world?"
In the classroom, Lin Fan looked at those familiar yet unfamiliar smiling faces, completely stunned.
On the electronic clock on the wall, the numbers were ticking.
November 11, 2025, 4:52 PM.
The year he was in the eleventh grade!
"I'm back?"
Looking at the surrounding classmates, Lin Fan's eyes welled up with hot tears!
"No, no, I was ambushed by the God of Time... This is a trick of the God of Time... No, no, it's real... The Godhood and the divine temple inside my body are all gone..."
Feeling his weak and powerless body, Lin Fan's expression shifted several times before he finally burst out laughing.
He was incomparably certain.
This was not a trick of the God of Time!
He had really come back!
He had returned to three months before the descent of the gods!
"Lin Fan, are you putting on a show?" the middle-aged teacher frowned. "Right on cue, why don't you answer this question: what is the cause of rising sea levels and global warming in recent years?"
Lin Fan let out a breath.
"Because the gods are descending."
"This world has attracted a batch of gods."
As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom erupted into laughter once more.
"Hhahaha... Lin Fan, what kind of joke are you playing?"
"What kind of dream were you having just now? Wake up, we're in the middle of a class!"
The middle-aged teacher looked at Lin Fan with an utterly baffled expression: "You..."
Lin Fan ignored the surrounding classmates, took a deep look at his sturdy deskmate, and with slightly red eyes, smiled and said, "Number Five, it's really good to see you again."
With that, Lin Fan turned and walked out of the classroom, ignoring the teacher calling out behind him.
Standing at the school gates, looking at the familiar scene, Lin Fan slowly squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, lowered his head, and took a deep breath.
"This time, I must save Daxia!"
"Whether it's gods or demons, even if that old bastard Zeus comes, he won't be stepping a single inch into Daxia!"
The boy stood up, clenched his fists, and looked up at the sky.
His gaze turned icy and cold.
"High and mighty?"
"Hah, living a second life, I'll slaughter even the gods for you to see!"
"If you have the guts, come! I'll be waiting for you right here."
The boy's gaze seemed to pierce through the void, penetrating space to look upon certain indescribable entities.
Yet the next moment.
Lin Fan lowered his head.
If he remembered correctly, three months from now would be the day the gods descended.
From that day on, humanity entered a new era—and its final one.
"Three months... time is too tight."
"If I remember correctly, the first to descend will be the two Third-Order Ocean Gods under Poseidon."
"Those two Third-Order Ocean Gods are among the weakest of all deities, mere Lower Deities. They only stumbled into this Plane by accident, but even so, the battle lasted for over two months and caused massive casualties."
"One descended upon Daxia, and the other upon Freedom Country in the West."
Both Daxia and Freedom Country were top-tier major powers with formidable military might, yet they had never expected gods to descend, nor anticipated how extraordinary the power of gods could be.
Although they ultimately scraped through by relying on nuclear weapons, they allowed those two Ocean Gods to escape back to the Ocean Temple.
Ever since then, the deities of the God Realm learned the Plane coordinates of this long-forgotten, and even feared, Blue Star Plane.
An independent Plane with six billion potential believers, completely unoccupied by gods, was a dream fat-chunk of meat to any deity.
Six billion believers.
What a terrifying number.
What a vast expanse of Divine Domain the entire Blue Star was.
This was enough for dozens of demigods to ascend all the way to Higher Deities, and it held immense appeal even for existing Higher Deities.
Those gods were even more pleasantly surprised to discover that the deities who had once protected this world were already dead.
From that day onward, this once-forgotten land of the gods was remembered by the deities once more.
God after god descended from the skies leading their faithful races, while demon after demon crawled out from the Abyss.
The gods demanded that humans surrender their souls, becoming emotionless believers to serve them.
The demons seduced humans into signing contracts, making them apostles of the demons.
From that day forth, humanity learned a cruel truth: the gods were not as benevolent as the legends claimed.
And having witnessed the tragic deaths of his family and friends, the surviving Lin Fan resolutely joined the Daxia Allied Forces.
Through battle after battle, walking a tightrope between life and death with every inch stained in blood, Lin Fan fought his way step by step to become one of the five Guardian Gods of Daxia—and the very last surviving Guardian God of Daxia.
Bearing six stars on his shoulders, he became the sole Six-Star Saint General who surpassed the five-star golden generals, and was conferred the title of the God of War of Daxia!
As the Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the Asian Alliance, he held the supreme position of command!
He was also one of the rare God-Makers among humanity, with the divine title of Asura, the divine profession of Asura God, and the strength of a Tier 15 Higher God!
Wielding an Asura Saber stained with the blood of countless gods, he could go toe-to-toe with the Sun God Apollo without falling behind!
Defying all dissenting opinions, he spearheaded Daxia's construction of countless astonishing and miraculous engineering projects.
There was the Steel Great Wall built to counter the Ocean God Poseidon, the Underground Furnace built to counter the God of Winter Amon, and even—in order to counter the Sun God Apollo—the hollowing out of the Tibet region to construct a network of underground cities.
Under these unbelievable constructions, the people of Daxia weathered the rising tides, survived the bitter winter, and even withstood the solar flares, becoming the hope of humanity that endured to the very end!
"Yet right now."
"I am still too weak!"
"I alone am not enough to change everything. I must report this to the higher-ups quickly!"
Lin Fan took a deep breath of the freezing winter air, completely ignoring the teacher chasing after him, and ran all the way back home.
Father Lin and Mother Lin were sitting on the sofa watching TV, looking somewhat puzzled by the news broadcast on the screen.
"According to our station's reporters, a large number of Buddha statues shattered inside a temple in Sancheng. According to expert judgment, it is due to a lack of maintenance over the years, and restoration personnel have already been organized for inspection..."
"According to our station's reporters, chanting sounds echoed deep into the night from Mount Emei, lasting for three days without stopping. Expert investigation reveals it was strange wind noise caused by mountain winds blowing through the forest at a specific angle. Official media have already debunked the rumors online..."
"According to our station's reporters..."
"Old Lin," Mother Lin rubbed her brow, "why are all these news reports so strange?"
"Because foreign gods are coming, and these eastern gods who once protected us are warning us." Lin Fan's voice came from the doorway.
Father Lin looked at Lin Fan in surprise, asking doubtfully, "Why are you back? School..."
"The school boiler room blew up, so we have a day off today," Lin Fan casually replied.
Lin Fan looked at his parents with slightly red eyes, recalling the scene when the sea monsters attacked and his parents desperately shielded him with their own bodies.
"Oh, well, get a good rest today then," Father Lin didn't suspect Lin Fan's excuse at all, muttering to himself, "With senior high coming up fast, you need to study hard. Judging by your current grades, getting into a key university shouldn't be a big problem, but you still can't afford to let your guard down. I was planning to sign you up for an intensive class—oh right, your mom is going to stew pork ribs at noon to give you some nourishment..."
Father Lin stopped halfway, suddenly feeling something was amiss, and turned his head to look.
Lin Fan had already hurried back to his bedroom.
"This kid..." Father Lin smiled helplessly.
"Alright, it's rare for him to come back and rest for a day, stop nagging him," Mother Lin stood up. "I'm going to the market to buy some pork ribs. Oh right, don't forget to go borrow five thousand yuan from Old Zhang; cram school isn't cheap nowadays..."
Their home was small and poor, yet full of warmth.
Lin Fan sat at the edge of his bed, calming his emotions.
"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry."
"School is not what I should be considering right now. For the rest of my life, I will follow my own will."
"Allow me to be selfish this once. This time, Mom, Dad, I want you both to live well."
"I want everyone to live well!"
With that, Lin Fan fished out the old Nokia from under his pillow and dialed a phone number.
It was a private number, deeply buried in his memory.
Meanwhile.
In an antique-looking office, an old man wearing a military uniform devoid of any military insignia or medals was wearing reading glasses as he corrected documents.
The old man was over sixty years old, but despite his graying temples, he was full of vigor, exuding the sharp aura of a soldier all over, as well as the unangered authority of someone in a high position.
*Rring-rring.*
The phone inside the old man's breast pocket rang.
"Elder Jin," a secretary hurried over, slightly bowing, "everyone has arrived, the meeting is about to start, you..."
"No rush," the old man smiled and waved a hand. "Let me take this call first."
This was his private phone. The only people who knew this number were his lifelong wife and his two children.
At his age and position, a phone call from home like this was far more important than the red dedicated telephone sitting on his desk.
"Strange..." Elder Jin looked at the unfamiliar number on the phone, frowning, but answered it anyway: "Hello?"
"Old Jin, you really are still alive!"
From the other end of the line came the voice of a youth.
He sounded extremely surprised, and his tone made it sound as if the two of them were extremely close friends.
"You... who are..." Elder Jin tried hard to recall the owner of this voice, but ultimately shook his head. "Not interested in sales, thank you."
With that, Elder Jin prepared to hang up the phone.
"Old Jin, don't hang up yet," the youth's voice suddenly turned tense.
"I know the two of us don't know each other yet, but... your name is Jin Minsheng, General Manager of the Luzhou Military Region, holding the rank of a five-star golden general. You have a black mole on your chest, two bullet wounds on your stomach, one on your shoulder, and another on your thigh—all sustained from border friction injuries."
"You also have a knife wound on your left leg, sustained when you intervened righteously to stop a crime while on military leave, and were slashed by a criminal."
"You know me?" Elder Jin frowned slightly, then chuckled. "Though I'm not a young man and don't understand the internet, I know this is all information you can search online... You sales reps sure are dedicated. Alright, hanging up. Don't call this number again."
"Under your command, the Second Combat Brigade, Commander Liu Mengfa, has the firepower configuration of... The Third Combat Brigade's firepower configuration is..." The youth's tone suddenly shifted.
As soon as those words were uttered, Elder Jin froze completely, his gaze instantly turning icy.
In that instant, the old man was like a sharp blade, exuding an aura of iron and blood from head to toe!
Elder Jin gripped the phone tightly, his voice cold: "These are all military secrets. How do you know them? Which country's spy are you?"
With that, Elder Jin prepared to order his secretary to trace the call and locate the signal source.
However.
"You don't need to know who I am; we'll get to know each other later."
"If you really must know, I can tell you: I am the future god, the very first Guardian God of Daxia, the Asura God, Lin Fan."
"Now, you can treat what I'm about to say as a divine prophecy."
Lin Fan gripped the receiver tightly, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolling down his forehead.
***
In Luzhou, an internal military region meeting was underway.
Elder Jin sat at the head of the table, listening to the various reports from the middle-aged men in military uniforms seated below, his gaze suddenly turning somewhat absent-minded.
For some inexplicable reason, he thought of that nonsensical phone call he received just moments ago, and that youngster who claimed to be a future god.
"Elder Jin?" One of the middle-aged men stopped halfway through his report, and seeing Elder Jin distracted, asked instinctively.
"Ah, apologies, apologies," Elder Jin smiled awkwardly. "I zoned out for a moment just now, thinking of rather interesting matter."
With Elder Jin's chuckle, the previously stern atmosphere of the meeting relaxed. The middle-aged man smiled, "It's rare for Elder Jin to zone out. What kind of interesting matter could you have encountered?"
"Heh, nothing much. Before the meeting started, some little fellow inexplicably called me, claiming to be a future god, and even prophesied that an earthquake of magnitude 7 or greater would strike Kameda Country in an hour." Elder Jin chuckled embarrassedly as he recounted it.
"This... a god?"
"Hhahaha, reading too many web novels! How could young people nowadays believe in such things?"
Everyone present had been thoroughly influenced by materialistic education, and couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"Heh, gods? I'd rather trust the gun in my hand." A young female officer sitting beside Elder Jin's deputy sneered. "Even if gods really exist, I wonder if they can withstand a full magazine from my rifle."
"Alright, continue with the reports," Elder Jin waved his hand, reining in his thoughts and turning stern once more.
Right at that moment.
The expression of a middle-aged man who had just picked up his phone to check the time suddenly shifted, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Elder Jin..." His voice was trembling as he slowly handed over his phone. "You... you had better take a look at this."
Elder Jin took the phone in puzzlement.
The next moment.
Elder Jin's pupils constricted sharply, his normally unflappable, aged face filled with utter astonishment!
"QQ Browser Latest News: At 5:32 PM, Kameda Country was struck by a magnitude 7 earthquake, resulting in 15 deaths and 23 serious injuries."
"General Jin? Dad?" The female military officer beside him frowned, leaned in to take a look, and then let out an involuntary gasp of shock.
"This..."
"I'm going to check right now whether some agency predicted this earthquake in advance!"
With that, the female officer prepared to stand up and walk out the door.
However.
"No."
"There's no need to check."
"This... is not something those monitoring agencies could have predicted."