I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods

Chapter 746 - 33: Power of Destruction

Clearly, this is a complete world, and this world exists somewhere within the strokes of the text of the book just opened.

Yun You’s task is simple; Deng left her with just one sentence.

"Use every means possible to destroy it."

Destroy it?

Yun You stood on the hill, overlooking this serene and peaceful world.

The sunlight was warm, the breeze gentle, people were working hard in the fields, and children were chasing and playing.

She could clearly perceive the soul waves emitted by each life, this was undeniably not an Illusion Realm, but a true existence.

Deng had already told her before, every world in the library is real... identical to reality.

Destroy here? Kill those innocent lives?

The feeling was even more distressing than facing the most ferocious Alef.

She really couldn’t bring herself to do it, this went completely against her initial desire to protect.

Regarding this, Deng seemed unsurprised.

"Hesitated?"

Deng’s voice was calm, not angry.

"Feel pity for them? Think they’re vibrant lives?"

Yun You bit her lip and didn’t answer.

Deng gently closed the book in her hand.

"So-called life."

She slowly spoke, "At its core, it’s just a complex chemical phenomenon created by the accidental combination of proteins, fats, and amino acids under certain rules, fundamentally no different from the soil you tread on or the rock you crush underfoot."

"They’re all made up of elementary particles and follow the physical laws of the universe."

She paused, sensing Yun You’s disagreement, and continued, "The so-called emotions you feel for those ’humans,’ fundamentally, aren’t much different from the ’affection’ you feel for a pet dog wagging its tail for mercy."

"It’s a social feedback based on biological instinct, it’s the pleasure your brain secretes dopamine after being stimulated by something specific, you ’like’ them because their existence and behavioral patterns happen to trigger the ’pleasure’ area of your brain, making you feel comfortable or satisfied."

"So what you want to ’protect’ is essentially the source of your pleasure."

Deng’s tone remained cold.

"We, Yun You."

She pointed to herself, then to Yun You, "We exist at a higher dimension, our power is enough to easily shape or destroy such worlds, so you and I must view things beyond these inferior... emotion-bound instincts."

"You want to protect the land you care about? You want to save those who make you feel ’pleasure’?"

Deng’s voice suddenly became stern.

"Then destroy the world in front of you, use destruction to temper your power, use plunder to fill your essence."

"This is the path to the pinnacle, it’s the most efficient, and the only path by which you can change the status quo within limited time."

"Time in the real world is running out, Yun Tiankui’s power could lose control at any moment, you don’t have time to hesitate, no time to play house with merciful games."

"Either you hesitate here, watching everything you truly care about get destroyed, or your thrilled hammer will smash these ’gravel,’ making yourself strong enough to stop the inevitable destruction."

"The choice is yours. But next time..."

"If you still can’t do it, I’ll personally send you to the apocalyptic world so you can immersively experience the pleasing wails that the ants will emit when the world collapses. Perhaps then you’ll ’understand’ faster."

Deng’s words pierced into Yun You’s soul like cold needles.

Only then did Yun You clearly feel the cold and resolute will hidden beneath Deng’s seemingly lazy demeanor.

Perhaps, in the face of absolute power goals, any "inferior" emotions are indeed obstacles that need to be eliminated.

Yun You closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as the burning reality world flashed through her mind, she finally made a decision.

Terrorizing power descended from the sky like divine punishment, instantly penetrating the core of the planet, the crust shattered like fragile glass, violent energy shockwaves spreading madly in a circular pattern with her at the center, where it passed, forests turned to ashes, mountains were leveled, rivers evaporated in an instant.

The tranquil world, along with all the living creatures within, fell in her hands within a few breaths, completely turned into the most basic energy particles.

Cold energy flow was forcibly absorbed and refined, becoming part of the essence of her soul, bringing a noticeable increase in strength.

Power is always accompanied by price. Yun You understood this more than anyone.

Deng’s cold and ruthless ant theory never truly convinced her, deep down, she never regarded the lives in those text worlds as meaningless dust.

Yun You knew clearly that every time she raised her hand, every outpour of power, she was destroying living, breathing, joyous, angry, sad people with stories.

Those vibrant lives were far from being comparable to "sand and dirt."

She chose this path not because she agreed with Deng’s ideas, but because harsh reality tightly gripped her throat.

To save the real world, she must obtain power to contend against the Monarch.

And what Deng offered is the only way to achieve the goal in limited time.

No matter how heavy these sacrifices and sins, how disgusting they might be, she had to bear them, willingly.

Thus, Yun You began a cycle of cultivation.

Being transported into one distinct text world after another, prosperous steampunk cities, a fantasy continent where magic and dragons soared, a brilliant coral civilization beneath the sea, even a silicon-based life star composed of cold machinery.

Each time, she forced herself to remain suspended in the sky like an indifferent deity, to bring destruction to the world.

And each time, she clearly "heard" the silent lamentation of the world.

She never argued, never tried to numb herself with any absurd sophistry, she just silently bore the burden of sin.

Each time she returned, her aura grew stronger, but the fatigue and weight deep in her eyes also increased.

Over time, the accumulated frustration and guilt pressed down like heavy lead, almost crushing her.

Whenever that happened, Fanny would quietly appear.

She didn’t have powerful strength to heal Yun You’s soul nor the wisdom like Deng’s to unravel the universe’s essence.

She merely provided a small shelter for Yun You using the simplest, most humble way, like she cared for Deng.

Sometimes, it was a cup of calming herbal tea with just the right temperature placed gently next to Yun You’s clenched hand.

Fanny wouldn’t ask much, just looked at her with incredibly gentle eyes and softly said, "Have something warm, calm yourself down."

Sometimes, Fanny would hold a soft blanket, gently draping it over the girl’s slightly trembling shoulders.

"It’s cold at night, don’t catch a cold."

Sometimes, it would simply be Fanny humming a simple melody but particularly tender lullaby while cleaning her room.

The singing had no magic power, yet it brushed over Yun You’s nerves stretched to the limit, granting her a bit of relaxation.

Fanny never said "those worlds are fake, you don’t have to care" or anything like that.

She seemed to feel what Yun You was carrying, and what she did was to offer a space for breathing, a corner not requiring explanations or strength, conveying silently to Yun You—even with bloodstained hands and a soul burdened with unerasable sins, here, there is someone who sees her as a "child" in need of warmth and rest.

Slowly, this ordinary care also became the only thread of redemption Yun You could hold onto...

Her power grew at a staggering rate within a short time.

Within just a few months, she had already passed Tier Seven initial and mid stages, heading towards the latter stage...