Those orbs of light, though colorful and dazzling, were actually impossible for ordinary people to see with the naked eye.
Not only could ordinary people not see them, but even if Gerald took a selfie and sent it to the group chat, the image wouldn't appear. That's because these orbs of light were rules.
Of course, if they were ordinary rules, the group's rules would give them priority and perfectly display them. But what these orbs of light contained were not ordinary rules. They were rule orbs derived from the characteristics of the group's rules.
That's right, they were group rules.
At this moment, after years of research, Gerald had finally grasped some of the characteristics of the group's rules. Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was a qualitative leap for him.
Using these partial group rules as an outer shell, with the authority over the rules of various worlds as the core, combined with the various rules and laws Gerald had already deciphered on his own, this was the embodiment of his current abilities.
According to the divine realms of the Great Thousand Worlds, he was at least a High God now. While he couldn't compare to a Creator God or Supreme God, he was already quite terrifying.
And don't forget, Gerald was only fourteen years old.
In the distant and long lifespan of gods, fourteen years was like the blink of an eye. For ordinary gods, mastering a trace of a rule or increasing their divine power over hundreds of years was already considered exceptional.
Yet, Gerald had grown from a Lower God to a High God in just a few years. This was simply a miracle within miracles, rare even in the Great Thousand Worlds.
However, Gerald wasn't arrogant about it because he knew he hadn't reached true invincibility.
Even though he had mastered all the rules he currently possessed, they hadn't reached the stage where they could blend together. Making them "blend" was a major hurdle.
Only after blending could one attempt to transcend and control.
Gerald felt that only when he reached this level could he become a true powerhouse, like the Chaos Demon Gods of the Primordial World, a perfect embodiment of rules.
But that was still a long way off for him. The path to the summit had only just begun.
Buzz.
As Gerald's thoughts flashed, the rule orbs behind his head formed threads. These threads looked delicate but connected the various rules together. The light of different rules also communicated and merged with each other through these threads.
The light flickered again, and the rule orbs disappeared one by one.
Gerald opened his eyes once more and opened the group chat. The interaction of rules was a passive process; it was impossible to push it forward with human will. So, he just needed to check the progress occasionally and then go about his business.
Doujin Artist: Damn, these people are too disgusting.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Anti-humanity! These reactionary warlords truly possess anti-human characteristics.
This is an Actor: What's happening?
Lazy Kitten: It's that picture Uncle Nine sent earlier. He and that revolutionary girl found a companion, but that companion is already...
Without Lazy Kitten having to say more, Gerald saw the picture.
The person in the picture was also a woman, clearly older than the revolutionary girl. Her body was covered with a white cloth, only her face showing. But even her face was covered with knife wounds and bite marks.
From this, one could judge the kind of torture she endured before her death.
Lin Fengjiao: It wasn't those warlord soldiers. It was my senior brother's good son.
At this moment, Lin Jiu's face was full of rage, veins bulging on his forehead. The girl standing beside him clenched her fists, holding back tears.
The companion who died here was someone she had considered like an elder sister. She had always taken good care of her and greeted everyone with a smile when they were in the communication department.
But now, she lay before them as a cold corpse.
"Shi Jian..." Taking a breath, Lin Jiu's gaze turned to the terrified soldier standing to the side. "That's the Grand Mage you speak of, right? Where is he now?"
"He, he and the Marshal are staying at the Jade Emperor Pavilion in the very back," the soldier said loudly, not daring to hide anything. "Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
He was truly terrified. He had never seen anyone kill five people with just a drop of water in his life. And these five people were all his comrades, who had died instantly without any reaction.
It was clear that the person before him was also someone like the Grand Mage, and from the looks of it, an enemy of that Grand Mage.
"Jade Emperor Pavilion?" Lin Jiu paused, then scoffed, "What an arrogant name." He flicked his finger, and an invisible force knocked the soldier unconscious.
If possible, he didn't want to kill too much. But that was only for those who hadn't committed any wrongdoing. And those he killed were definitely not good people.
"Let's go to the next place. I hope we're still in time," Lin Jiu glanced again at the woman lying on the ground with wide-open eyes and left the room with the silent girl.
Curly-haired Guy: That bastard is a true monster! Promise me you won't let him off!
Machete Girl: Uncle Nine knows what he's doing, Gin-san, don't make things worse.
In Katsura Kotonoha's opinion, that was still his senior brother's son. It was better for everyone to know this in their hearts and not say it out loud, which would only make Uncle Nine feel worse.
Curly-haired Guy: Hmph, it's precisely because of that relationship that I want to be specific! Some people are not worthy of pity at all! When it's time to cut ties, you absolutely cannot be soft-hearted!
Doujin Artist: I feel like you're hinting at something. What's wrong with Katsura?
Curly-haired Guy: I don't know who Katsura is, I don't recognize him at all!
Amegakure Village's Angel: Are you being difficult again? Don't go too far. If you don't cooperate properly... you might really run out of time.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: You'll be confined to your room, you'll really be confined! I don't think Anzen-san is joking; he's serious!
Curly-haired Guy: I know that, Gin-san does too, but that damn Katsura won't cooperate with me!
Wig Guy: By cooperation, do you mean asking me to wear women's clothing to seduce the club manager? Gintoki, no self-respecting warrior would do such a thing!
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