Chapter 1614 - 410: Cyber Temple, Devout Posture_4

Chapter 1614: Chapter 410: Cyber Temple, Devout Posture_4

Thud!

A dull yet clear collision sound echoed through the relatively quiet side hall, momentarily overwhelming the surrounding audio effects.

Crimson blood beads instantly seeped from his forehead, staining the ground.

Nearby tourists who were also paying homage to Emperor Zhao were startled by the sudden sound, turning their heads in succession.

When they saw Ye Ming bleeding from his forehead, their faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Wow, dude, what’s your deal."

"You alright, man? This is just a cyber ceremony, a formality will do, why so serious."

"I understand wanting the Monster World qualification, I’m here for it today too, but you’ve gone too far."

"You’re bleeding, man; this guy must have gone mad?"

The whispers quickly turned into exclamations.

But Ye Ming ignored all of this as if he couldn’t feel the pain or hear any sound.

He maintained his most standard etiquette and bowed again.

Thud!

The second kowtow was even heavier and resolute.

The bloodstain on his forehead expanded further.

The surrounding discussions abruptly stopped, leaving only an incomprehensible astonishment.

Everyone was awestruck by this ferocity and devotion.

Yet more people thought this guy was completely insane.

But to Ye Ming, this was his most basic reverence in the face of the supreme entity that controls and evolves all rules.

This frail human shell could not bear even a ten-thousandth of the vast Star Sea-like admiration in his heart.

The simple ceremony and the insignificant injuries were as light as dust compared to what he sought, far from enough.

But this was the limit of what this humble body could do.

He could not, like the Mingwu Clan, present the head of a formidable enemy or offer precious resources, but could only use this most primitive and direct way to express his devotion.

As he kowtowed, he silently recited in his heart:

"Supreme Creator, Source of Rules, Origin of All Things."

"Your humble creation, Ye Ming, in this mortal body, offers the most insignificant reverence to you."

"Though this body is frail and this blood is mundane, I wish to engrave my devotion through this trivial pain... I implore your mercy, grant me the qualification to embark on great undertakings, I am willing to become your sharpest blade, your strongest shield, to cleanse all obstacles before you."

"My will is but an extension of your will, my existence, a faint light in your grand narrative..."

Each drop of blood that seeped out carried with it Ye Ming’s prayers.

Each heavy kowtow was a cry of his will.

The blood stains on his forehead trickled down, yet he seemed oblivious.

The fall of the Mingwu civilization plunged him into endless self-blame.

But now, he, a defeated general, could gain the attention of this supreme being who evolves the Ten Thousand Worlds, providing him with a path to redemption.

For the High-dimensional God, this grace might just be a trivial thought as their gaze fell.

But to him, it was an opportunity worth risking everything, one he could not trade for despite wagering all.

Living again, his life was bestowed with a new meaning.

Thud!

With another kowtow, his forehead was already a deep red, the blood flowing slowly down his nose.

Dripping onto the ground, spreading into a small, dark red spot.

A kind-hearted nearby uncle couldn’t bear to watch any longer and stepped forward, trying to help him:

"Young man, get up, stop bowing, no matter what weighs on you, don’t take it out on your body."

As his hand touched Ye Ming’s arm, Ye Ming flung it off.

Ye Ming suddenly looked up, his blood-stained eyes bursting with a terrifying intensity, like a fierce beast disturbed during a sacred ritual, casting a cold, piercing gaze at the uncle, squeezing out a low growl from between his teeth:

"Go away!"

The uncle, startled by this sudden ferocity and the grim, blood-stained face, retreated several steps, his face turning pale, awkwardly saying:

"Crazy...crazy guy, truly ungrateful."

Instantly, the surrounding discussions erupted:

"Damn, what kind of person is this? Mistaking kindness for malice!"

"I think he’s really gone mad, quite seriously sick, better call security."

"Scares the hell out of me, maybe we should contact the nearest medical station for him..."

Ye Ming paid no heed to the surrounding whispers, the entire world reduced to just him and the burning scarlet figure before him.

All the hopes in his heart were condensed into kowtows again and again.

To Ye Ming, this was his god-seeking ritual towards the supreme being, not to be disturbed by outsiders.

The entire process lasted for ten minutes until the ceremony ended.

Ye Ming slowly stood up, and immediately, a strong sense of dizziness hit him.

Blood loss and the impact made his vision slightly darken.

But he still relied on his formidable willpower to steady himself, ignoring the dark red scab that had already congealed on his forehead and the whispered discussions around him, mixed with fear, pity, and disgust.

After taking a deep breath, he resolutely turned around.

Under the watchful eyes nearby, he left the Cyber Temple with slightly unsteady steps.

...

That night.

Orphanage, internet activity room.

Ye Ming sat alone in front of the best-performing computer, the screen’s glow reflecting on his pale face.

The wound on his forehead, even after a simple cleaning, remained conspicuous, but he paid it no mind.

On the screen, the qualification application page for Monster World displayed a scarlet countdown, slowly ticking away.

Every passing second seemed to pound on his heart.

The entire activity room was left with nothing but the faint hum of the machine running, and his own nearly inaudible breathing.

At this moment, his attention was intensely focused.

His fingers hovered over the mouse like a soldier waiting for the bugle of charge, his body tense, eyes sharp as a blade, fixed on the decreasing numbers.

Whether he can secure the player qualification would be revealed in these final ten minutes.

This tension made Ye Ming reminisce for a moment about the time he gambled with the Destiny Clan, wagering on the Mingwu Rules in an equivalent exchange game.

Back then, he sat across members of the Destiny Clan on a scale symbolizing equivalent exchange, engaging in a high-stakes gamble that would decide the future of the Mingwu Clan.

He felt just as nervous then as he did now.

But there was an essential difference between the two.

Back then, he had no margin for error.

If he lost the bet, he would lose the foundation of the Mingwu Clan’s existence, leading to a complete and irreversible despair with no chance of recovery.

It was a real do-or-die battle; failure meant losing everything.

But at this moment, even if he failed this time,

he could still continue to struggle in this Mire World, working hard to save money, and then wait for the next opportunity for qualification issuance.

For someone who had experienced true despair, this was an indescribable luxury.

But this did not reduce his current tension.

Because even with a chance to try again, he still longed for a success, to quickly grasp this glimpse of dawn favored by the High-dimensional God.

The countdown entered the last ten seconds.

Ye Ming completely held his breath, his pupils contracted, and all distracting thoughts were completely cleared.

The entire world was reduced to nothing but the finger about to press down and the fateful decision on the screen about to reach zero.

Just as the countdown hit zero, Ye Ming’s finger, like a coiled serpent ready to strike, clicked fiercely on the mouse’s left button at incredible speed.

Click! Click! Click!

The rapid clicking sound echoed in the silent activity room, fearing that being a second too slow would cost him the player qualification.

At this moment, besides the activity room where Ye Ming was, the entire world seemed to quiet down.

There was no noise inside or outside.

Even the forums and live stream rooms online, where netizens usually chatted lively, fell silent.

But the page did not immediately jump; instead, after a brief pause, a new prompt box popped up:

[You have successfully entered this round’s qualification lottery queue... Please wait patiently for 30 minutes...]

Ye Ming was already aware of the lottery aspect of it beforehand.

But the recent tension had made him completely forget about it.

His gaze remained glued to the countdown on the prompt box, making every second of waiting excruciating.

These 30 minutes seemed a hundred times longer than the seven days he’d previously waited.

During this time, Ye Ming sat statue-like in front of the computer, his body tense, as various thoughts uncontrollably flashed through his mind.

How many applicants are there?

What are the chances of winning?

If he fails, how long will he have to wait next time?...

Time passed by the second, and the countdown on the screen seemed to deliberately slow down its pace.

Finally, after waiting as if it were years, the screen flickered again.

The information on the prompt box refreshed.

Ye Ming’s heart almost leapt into his throat; he held his breath and focused intently.

[Congratulations, you’ve obtained the Monster World player qualification. You need to download and enter Monster World to activate the qualification within 24 hours, or it will be revoked if overdue.]

Success!

A flood of indescribable joy poured in, instantly sweeping away all the tension.

Ye Ming clenched his fist in excitement, letting out a roar of excitement.

At the same time, various angry shouts erupted from different regions of the world, even from the Moon, echoing one after another.