To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

The revenge action had only begun four hours earlier when the Star of Destruction advanced from the seventeenth ring straight to the fifth ring, continuing its relentless march toward the world’s center.

The squirrel players, donned in captain’s uniforms and assisted by Mukuai, made their way toward the world center, killing anyone who stood in their way, Buddha or mortal alike. Nearby force fields connected with each other, cascading toward the center like an avalanche.

The fifth ring had already surrendered, the twin civilization of the fourth ring attempted to flee but was promptly captured by the Star of Destruction’s force field, and locked in place, unable to escape.

After being coerced into revealing information, the third-ring civilizations, resigned to their fate, launched a desperate charge only to be effortlessly disarmed.

By this point, the information had become somewhat irrelevant.

The force field of the Star of Destruction was an almost omnipotent force, capable of both offense and defense, as well as processing information. And as the encirclement shrank, the field had begun to seal off the surrounding space, advancing continuously along Lady Tragedy’s trajectory.

They advanced in silence, like mountains moving stoically toward the center, dismissing any opinions from the surrounding people, focused solely on vengeance.

There was but one civilization left on the second ring.

The first ring was the dwelling place of the mightiest among the various civilizations, while the civilization on the second ring, being closest to the Gods, self-proclaimed as Priests, taking it upon themselves to mediate between the Gods and all living beings.

Pure white starships blocked the players’ inevitable path, with the Night Owls within, sending out a communication request to the players.

After the players discussed, Liuzi accepted the communication.

“Go back, children,” the voice of the Night Owl rang out, “I’ve understood the whole story, know that you are the Angel Envoy of an Outer God, and are fighting for the honor of that Outer God. You’ve shown your strength and courage, and we shall help you negotiate with the Gods. You will be eligible to live in the third ring and bring your squirrel friends in with you.”

Liuzi frowned, “Angel Envoy of what Outer God? Moreover, we have no interest in residency. Hand over Lady Tragedy, we’ll make her cry and then leave.”

“The dignity of Gods must not be tarnished, even if She has deceived you, that is still an internal matter for the Heavenly Tao Association. I will help you provide feedback, but no matter what, waging war on a God is not a righteous act.”

“Oh, so it’s our fault for being deceived?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“It is,” Liuzi sighed, “We’re the victims, yet you don’t mention the other party’s wrongdoing, instead continually urging us to endure. We’ve nothing to say to someone like you, out of the way, we’ve come only to pummel Lady Tragedy.”

“Is that so … then I am sorry.”

The roof of the Night Owl’s starship unfolded, and a kilometer-long ship slicer slowly emerged, wielded by the Demigod of the first ring in his humanoid starship, standing before the players with a weapon longer than his own body.

Besides this one, other Demigods from the first ring also made their appearance, guarding the last path, preventing the players from advancing.

There were no referees, and there was no need to signal the start. War erupted in that instant, as the fully armed Demigods rushed at the Star of Destruction but were soon captured by the force field.

They might have been able to break free from a single layer of the force field, but with ten layers intertwined and acting in concert, it was like a spider’s web ensnaring them.

The war was practically over as it began, and dragging these airborne Mecha, the Star of Destruction continued forward.

They flew past the magnificent temples of the second ring, reached the first ring, and saw the colossal statues there.

After taking a commemorative photo with the statues, they pressed on until they finally reached the center of the world, the abode of the Gods, the eternally sacred Holy Land.

Force fields enveloped the place, its strength increasing each second.

In other places, the force field had already reduced the intermolecular forces to zero, but here some enigmatic and unfathomable power maintained a constant stability.

Realizing they could not immediately breach the defenses, Liuzi sent a communication request, and upon acceptance, immediately said, “Hand over Lady Tragedy.”

“Is this how you speak to the Gods?” a crisp voice rose, tinged with a hint of mockery.

The attitude of the other was not that of facing a challenger but rather like dealing with a problematic child, with a tone that was somewhat teasing and admonitory.

“It’s none of your business, we’re here only for revenge.”

“No problem, that’s your prerogative. However, I must remind you, your deeds are about to incur the wrath of nearly every God here, and your Outer God will also antagonize all the Gods here because of you. No matter how mighty that Outer God is, He will be resented because of you, which will make it very difficult for Him to integrate into our network.”

“We’re not very patient, have you said enough?”

“…Fine then, we’ve heard your request, your wish, we’ll make the arrangements.”

After speaking, the other party cut the communication.

A few minutes later, a big, big sister was pushed out of the Land of the Gods while a multitude of Godly apparitions appeared midair, looking with amusement at the forcibly ejected Lady Tragedy.

She was not a God skilled in combat, her dominion over Laws mostly involving deceit and harm, flourishing as the unseen hand in the shadows.

Of course, She wouldn’t pay much attention to ordinary civilizations, but the power contained within the Star of Destruction was too formidable. Even She had no assurance of victory, compelled to flee continuously, but was ultimately caught by her pursuers, and then forced to engage in battle.