GA: Chapter 122: Existences That Stand Above the Rules — The Strong Have Never Followed the Rules of the Weak
The Authorities gained from slaying those gods, converted into points, would be no small number.
But if that were all it came down to, he would never be this confident.
After all—
Martial Arts King: "You want to say you have more Authorities than me?"
The Oldest Godslayer: "I can't bring myself to recycle my own Authorities — but every Disobedient God that comes after this will be prey I harvest."
The Oldest Godslayer: "And you — even if you hunt down every Disobedient God that appears in the memory copies, that doesn't put you on equal footing with me."
The Oldest Godslayer: "Luo Hao, you and I are fundamentally different."
The Oldest Godslayer: "Your pride won't allow you to summon Disobedient Gods. You only ever wait passively for them to descend on their own."
The Oldest Godslayer: "That is the single greatest difference between us."
The Oldest Godslayer: "No sacred relics? Go find them — take them by force. Not enough shrine maidens? Seize them, compel nations to hand over more. I don't care how much damage the process causes. I care only about results."
The Oldest Godslayer: "In the past I still gave consideration to nations that harbored other Godslayers — but now? Heh."
The Oldest Godslayer: "Nothing will stop my resolve to grow stronger."
The Oldest Godslayer: "As for Huaxia — out of respect for you and the Group Leader, I will not move against it even across different worlds."
The Oldest Godslayer: "In the future, you will only ever see my back."
The greatest difference between Marquis Voban and every other Godslayer was simple: no one could restrain him.
Acting entirely on his own desires, finding pleasure in the slaughter of gods — that was his defining trait.
He could do anything, without hesitation, in pursuit of growing stronger.
Especially now, having glimpsed the possibility of breaking through the Godslayer's divine rank.
The greed he'd always felt toward Disobedient Gods had become something altogether more frenzied.
His original fixation on the island nation had been largely because it lacked a Godslayer of its own — but that had never meant he feared the Godslayers of other countries. They were simply a nuisance, a waste of time.
Now, it wasn't just the island nation. Every country except Huaxia was fair game.
A little trouble? Could he really not handle that?
Luo Hao's character made it impossible for her to act this way — and that was precisely why he was certain he would break through the Godslayer's divine rank faster than she ever could.
Surpass Luo Hao just this once, and from that point forward, she would only ever see his back.
One step behind — and every step after that falls further behind.
Luo Hao read Voban's message and said nothing.
Exactly as he'd said — she almost never actively summoned Disobedient Gods.
The summoning ritual, if anything went wrong, could result in casualties among the shrine maidens involved. That was the first point.
The second was that once she'd realized continued godslaying would no longer strengthen her, she'd lost all interest in the pursuit.
Even now, with the knowledge that converting those Authorities into large quantities of points could give her more chances at breaking through her Godslayer shackles, she still had no intention of changing course.
She was a King. She had her own way of being — in the past, and into the future.
No one's words would ever change how she chose to act.
If she became like Voban, could she still call herself Grandmaster Luo Hao?
The corner of Luo Hao's mouth curved into a slight, cool smile.
Surpass me?
If you can manage it, then by all means — go right ahead, Voban.
Unlike you, with your attachment to the Authorities you already possess, to those familiar powers you can't bring yourself to let go—
They have been, from the very beginning, nothing more than tools for battle.
If releasing them would let a new road grow from the path that has already reached its limit, I would do so without a moment's hesitation.
The rest of the group read Voban's declaration and responded with the same silence.
Those who had come to understand Godslayers knew exactly what his words meant. Even if they were dissatisfied with what he intended, none of them had any standing to condemn him.
Godslayers were not beings that morality or law could govern.
They had long since placed themselves above all such rules.
Unconstrained. Answerable to no one.
They could no longer even be defined as human.
The title given to them in the original story reflected exactly this, without any room for doubt.
Campione — Godslayer — is a Tyrant.For they have slain the gods of heaven, and seized the supreme divine power those gods once held.
Campione — Godslayer — is a King.For they wield the Authorities stolen through godslaying, and through those Authorities, rule over the mortals of the earth.
Campione — Godslayer — is a Devil King.For among all mortals living in this world, none possess the power to stand against them.
That was what a Godslayer was — a being that stood above all living things in the world of Campione.
But this was the chat group. Every member came from a different world, carried a different identity.
Angels, demons, spirits, humans...
Different beliefs, different laws, different morals, different customs. None of them could hold others to the standards of their own world.
Marquis Voban, out of respect for the Group Leader, had chosen to leave the Huaxia of that world alone.
But other nations?
Would Voban extend them any such courtesy?
Was Tony Stark's displayed ability worth Voban's serious consideration?
Would the Kachi form that Tendou Souji transformed into give Voban any pause?
Even if their strength surpassed Voban's — visiting another world still required the consent of that world's group member.
And what could any of them realistically do to stop Voban in his own world?
Child of Nature: "Your own world — you protect it yourself."
Child of Nature: "If you can't even safeguard the lives in your own world, what right do you have to dream of changing another?"
Tiga's world.
Daigo took the Sparklence out from where he held it and stared at it for a long, quiet moment without saying a word.
Precisely because he now understood what other worlds looked like — he had all the more reason to protect his own.
Peace was something truly, deeply precious.
Jackie Chan's world.
The Holy Lord, fresh off his victory against Uchiha Madara, gave a contemptuous smile and turned his attention to the chat group.
His gaze settled on Marquis Voban.
"A handful of shrine maidens."
In any real-world conflict, wars between humans claimed far more lives than that.
If that was the scale of loss in wars fought between people — how much more so when humans faced Disobedient Gods, beings they couldn't even lay eyes on without losing their lives? They could only watch helplessly, treating such visitations as natural disasters.
Voban slaying Disobedient Gods was, in a certain sense, doing humanity a favor.
As for the shrine maidens who might die in the ritual?
That number was too small. Too small for the Holy Lord to spare it even a glance.
If those shrine maidens' deaths could buy peace for the many — plenty of people would find that acceptable.
Besides, the ones dying weren't them.
The strong were always entitled to privilege. And if rules were to bind them, those rules should be defined by equals or those more powerful still — not by an army of ants.
What powerful being would ever follow rules written by ants?
The Holy Lord let out a cold, quiet laugh.
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