Unholy Player

Chapter 549: The Descent of Gods (Part 2)

BOOM!

The explosion was violent, and this time blood sprayed as the skin on both sides of Arvyn’s neck split and tore open.

Rhys finally jumped back with the recoil, his daggers coming free with it, yet he never took his eyes off her.

He watched for even the slightest shift, even the smallest hesitation, because with someone like Arvyn, the gap between “hurt” and “nothing” could be less than a blink.

Both sides of Arvyn’s neck looked completely shredded, her windpipe fully visible.

But it was meaningless. In the next second, her flesh regrew, sealing the impossible wound in the blink of an eye.

“2 is gone. 8 left,” Arvyn spoke while slowly turning her head to look at him, the same smile still fixed on her face.

Even that kind of wound had not forced her to dodge or defend. She endured it purely through her high stats.

Rhys flicked a quick glance toward the spectators and found Selina. He caught the frown on her face.

Their opponent was unmistakably an unkillable monster.

There was only one way they believed they could kill her. They would have to obliterate her completely before her regeneration could take effect.

But even with upgraded weapons backed by their technology, it was not certain they could pull that off.

Arvyn also had her own skills. She would not stay still while they unloaded everything on her.

She was also highly resistant to mental binds. In previous encounters, Throgar had not been able to hold her for long, because she healed too quickly and could break free from the effects.

With all of that in mind, Rhys decided the safest way to control her was to satisfy her through the spar and ignite her interest in the AXION Path.

“What are you waiting for? Don’t tell me that was all?” Arvyn’s brows drew together, boredom slipping into her voice.

“Of course it’s not.” Rhys gave a calm laugh while rotating the daggers in his hands. “I was thinking about what move I should use next.”

He made it sound like he had more to show, but in truth, it was already everything he had.

He could still reveal his Grace bloodline ability to impress her, but it was only for healing. It was not even as strong as her regeneration.

For a woman like this, only destruction would interest her in the end.

Don’t tell me we need to drop a few nuclear bombs on her head here… The thought surfaced for a split second, then he dismissed it immediately.

Just for the sake of impressing her, it would not be a clever move to destroy their city.

Luckily, they did not need to use their newly upgraded nuclear bombs, because something far more impactful began to take effect in the area.

A crushing presence dropped onto all the Practitioners, coming from nowhere they could identify, as though the sky itself had lowered.

“What is this feeling…?” Arvyn had been smiling a moment ago, but her expression collapsed as she realized her whole body was trembling.

It was not fear, but a sensation that made her feel small and insignificant in a way she had never felt before.

It was like an idea, like an illusion, seized her mind. She felt like an ant, as if an elephant was about to step on her and end her for good.

Thinking someone was attacking her with mental skills, she looked around, but she was not the only one reacting.

Kaelor was in the same state, also scanning the area as if searching for the attacker. Everyone else looked shaken too. Some were frozen with terror, and some were already on their knees, strength draining from their bodies as they struggled to breathe.

Only the Humans seemed to be holding up better under the pressure, looking around with stunned eyes.

Then Arvyn understood where, or what, this feeling was coming from.

She looked at Rhys and followed his gaze toward the top of a mountain.

The moment she saw what he was looking at, her crimson eyes widened and her shaking worsened. Her legs finally gave out, and she dropped to her knees.

“Oh dear God…” The words spilled from her trembling lips.

At the mountaintop, 2 giant gates were opening, facing each other, their outlines towering against the distant sky.

Then two beings began to step out.

They were magnificent. They were unreachable to her eyes and mind.

As they descended into their world, Arvyn eventually lost all resistance and collapsed unconscious.

Selina, Rhys, and a few more Players realized the other Practitioners around them were falling one by one, losing consciousness, yet they still could not tear their gazes away from the beings.

There was a pull deep inside them, a sensation of being judged, of past sins surfacing, and at the same time, of being cleansed, with strange happiness and hope flooding their souls.

Then they witnessed black and white surge out through the gates, filling the entire mountaintop and rushing toward them without slowing down. Moments later, it engulfed all the standing Humans, not even giving them a chance to run.

They did not even think to run anyway.

As the two opposing lights surrounded them, one person had already shaken off the shock and regained his calm, remembering what this was.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s harmless,” Rhys called out to the others.

He remembered this phenomenon from his awakening, and knowing Adyr was on that mountaintop, he understood what was happening.

So whatever was happening, it had to be Adyr’s doing.

But when he saw the last standing Humans begin to fall as well, losing consciousness one by one, with Selina collapsing too, his expression changed.

“I guess…” Then his mind went blank, and he fell to the ground.

—

“Haa… haa… haa…”

Arvyn suddenly came to and pushed herself up from the ground, drawing in deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell hard, as if she had been suffocating.

“I… W-what happened?” She forced herself upright, trying to steady her breathing as she looked around.

Only when she saw everyone lying unconscious on the ground did the memories of the two gates and the beings emerging from them return, hitting her like a cold shock.

“Are you okay?”

At the sudden address, she jolted and sprang to her feet, turning fast, only to see Kaelor standing there.

Relief washed through her as she answered, “Yeah…” She kept her gaze on the ground for a while, too afraid to lift her head and look toward the mountain peak again, unable to find the courage.

“It’s alright now. They are gone,” Kaelor’s voice reached her, giving her enough courage to raise her head.

She looked there, and even though she saw nothing, she could still feel the sensation lodged in her bones. Her voice trembled. “What were those?”

It was the first time she had ever experienced terror like this. She had never seen or heard of anything that could make her feel so powerless.

“You didn’t realize yet?” Kaelor spoke with awe and lingering fear in his voice.

“Realized what?” she asked, not sure what she was missing.

“Check your status.”

She did not understand why he asked, but she still summoned her status panel to see what he meant.

And at that moment, she felt the second shock of her life.

“This… H-How can it be possible?”

Kaelor stayed silent for a few moments, his gaze fixed on the mountain’s tip. Then he spoke with certainty and reverence. “There is no impossibility in the presence of a God… let alone 2.”

Arvyn couldn’t find the words to describe her feelings. She only stared at the status panel floating in front of her eyes, her focus locked on a single line.

[Path]: AXION

This was not a simple Path change. She had done that before, when she shifted from her old Path to Blood.

Back then, it had been a long, brutal process, guided step by step by their sect leader. Even then, it was not a clean replacement. It was corruption. The Path she once followed had been slowly bent into the Blood Path over time, shaped by the influence and authority of the Blood God.

What happened now was something else entirely.

This time, her Path was changed by an absolute force. Every step of belief, acceptance, and internal alignment was ignored. The Blood Path was not overwritten within her being. It was erased.

The Blood God’s authority was stripped from her completely, cut out of her existence as if it had never been there, and a new Path was pressed into place without giving her even the chance to resist or to choose.

“So this is the power of a real God.”

The words left her mouth quietly, but the meaning hit like a blade. She accepted what she was seeing, along with the horrifying truth behind it. With a single decision, a God could rewrite someone’s life according to its own will.

It was terrifying.

And it was also magnificent.

Because this was the kind of power that held the ropes of the rules themselves, the laws that kept their world running, along with every living thing trapped inside it.