Low Dimensional Game - He Who Drinks the Blood of God

Viscount Tena reached into the coffin and grabbed the gemstone peeking out. Everyone was attracted by it. This gemstone shone with a bright, golden light. Under the torches’ light, it looked almost like a small piece of sunlight. What was even more stunning, however, was that there was some red substance rippling in the middle of the gemstone.

“What is this?” Tena wondered out loud.

Suddenly, a beam of light projected from the gemstone onto the wall. Everyone in the room jumped, their eyes following the beam of light. A film appeared on the wall. It was a scene of a plain under the sunset with a rushing river. A young boy knelt before a man wearing a mask and glowing with white light. The masked man gave a sword and a pouch to the boy.

Everyone in the room held their breath. They knew that they were watching a depiction of the moment the Golden King Ahenaten received a revelation from God one thousand years ago. The scene was right before their eyes.

Even though there were no words accompanying this projection, everyone knew what it meant. They could sense the God’s language. It was a mysterious and strange feeling. Seeing Ahenaten take the sword, everyone knew that he would then build the first human empire and become a great king. Even today, his bloodline was one of the most powerful in the world.

However, the projection did not end there. Viscount Tena saw the God pick up a stone and drop some blood onto it. The stone turned into the golden gemstone Tena was holding in his hand.

The God’s lips moved. The film was silent, but a line resounded in everyone’s minds. He who drinks the blood of God will become a descendant of God, and will wield the power of Almighty!

This utterance crashed in everyone’s minds like a crack of thunder. Everyone’s breathing quickened. Only this sentence remained in their minds.

He who drinks the blood of God will become a descendant of God!

The Bloodline Knight behind Tena was the first to make his move. He raised his sword and brought it down over Tena’s head. Tena raised the Sword of the King and blocked the attack. “Sova!” he spat angrily, “How dare you betray me! Everyone, take this traitor down! In the name of the Tena family!”

He activated his bloodline power and his hereditary swordsmanship skills—the Storming Blades—and began fighting with the Bloodline Knight, Sova.

While fighting, Sova turned and called, “What are you waiting for? Kill him and everything is ours! The sword, the blood, all the treasure in the room! It’s all ours! Why are you still working for him? Don’t you want to have the power of God?”

Sova’s words resonated with the Bloodline Knights and the other knights in the room. These men came forward and joined the fight against the viscount. The slaves began stuffing their pockets with the treasure and making a run to the exit.

The fight between slaves and guards, between the viscount and his knights turned the underground tomb into a living hell. Cries and screams echoed in the empty chambers. The treasures and promise of power were more than enough to wake the deepest desire and greed within everyone in that chamber.

Viscount Tena fought three of the Bloodline Knights and was finally slain by his own men, with two swords piercing his chest. After his death, the remaining knights began fighting amongst themselves for the divine blood.

Blood soaked into the ground, and bodies began piling up amidst the treasure. In the end, the final victor was Sova, the Bloodline Knight who’d first attacked Tena.

He had taken a dozen injuries and was covered in blood. However, with the resilient bloodline power he had awakened, he survived his injuries. He could keep his mind clear even in a situation like this.

Sova grabbed the Sword of the King and pried the gemstone out of Tena’s hand. His blood-covered hands bloodied the gemstone as well. His eyes filled with greed. His entire being seemed to drown in the gemstone’s beauty.

“You’re mine, hahaha! You’re mine. I’m the ultimate victor, the one chosen by gods!”

He stumbled out of the chamber with the sword as his support and began making his way outside, leaving a long trail of bloody footprints behind him. He soon disappeared in the underground tunnels.

But just as he about to make it out of the underground tomb, he forced his head up and saw a rock flying towards him, as well as a dirty yet excited face.

The rocks came until Sova’s features were like ground meat and he’d stopped breathing. There were two slaves. One grabbed the Sword of the King and the other took the gemstone from Sova’s body. After that, they made a run for it along the forest path, trying to get out of the mountain range.

Lu Zhiyu appeared in the tomb. Looking at the bodies in the tomb and the gold on the ground, he found it ironic. He didn’t understand why these ordinary people existed.

After he found out that these people were looking for Ahenaten’s tomb, he put his own blood into a gemstone and placed it in Ahenaten’s tomb. He wanted to release his deified cells into the world through these people’s hands. However, he did not expect for greed and desire to fill these people’s hearts and shed blood due to this.

Of course, this had served its purpose, which was to take his deified cells out to create its own spawn. He hadn’t deified his entire body or created his own mythical template yet, but this would be good preparation for later.

Without a unique mythical template, his cells could only create his spawn. He couldn’t use them for his reincarnations. Only someone with a unique mythical template could influence the life form of other organisms by their own and alter them to become the same organism as itself.

It was alright though. He could get ready beforehand and establish his spawn. Some ten years later, when he completed the template, he could then use his deified cells to influence and assimilate them.

Lu Zhiyu had done plenty of experiments on Sakun, and he had figured out how to create spawn for a mythical creature when he was creating the mermaids. He was confident that he knew what he was doing.

As he was walking through the tomb, he wondered who would get his blood. His power wasn’t just any normal power. Anyone that received it could achieve great things with his power.

He walked up the platform in the chamber to Ahenaten’s coffin. He looked at the empty coffin and felt a sudden rush of sadness. In the blink of an eye, it had been over a thousand years already since Ahenaten had died. Even the first generation of elves that he had created were dying now.

Lu Zhiyu still remembered clearly how Ahenaten had begged him for immortality the night of his death. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the coffin, watching the mural on the walls and the flickering shadows under the candleholders. He suddenly felt very empty, as if he had just lost something very important.

“Ah!”