The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend

Dark Night had already frozen in fear by the time Han Wu drained the fourth vampire to death. She only came to her senses once all her summoned vampires lay lifeless. Raising her thin arms, she surrendered without hesitation.

Just as she did, Han Wu appeared behind her, his golden fangs hovering a breath away from her neck. If she had hesitated even a second longer, he would have sunk his fangs into her and drained her nearly dry. The loli trembled, cold sweat slicking her skin. She had never imagined her opponent could be so ruthless.

The Blood Coliseum always enforced fairness. Once she surrendered, a barrier materialized between her and Han Wu to stop any further attack. At the same time, her defeat stripped her of her candidacy. The glowing mark on her hand dissolved into red light and flowed into Han Wu’s mark instead.

Although Han Wu remained sealed, he could still sense his Blood Coliseum evolving once more. The chances of producing Heroic lifeforms had clearly increased again.

He received his rewards and turned to leave, but Dark Night called after him. “Locust Plague, please wait.”

Two figures stepped forward to stand beside her—Firewind and White Ice, the challengers who had previously issued a duel against Han Wu. Firewind was a youth with blazing red hair, radiating intense heat. Han Wu could feel the fiery energy from a distance. Firewind had clearly merged a Divine Aspect with the fire attribute. White Ice, a stunning woman, exuded a chilling aura, likely the result of merging a Divine Aspect with the ice attribute.

The little loli regained some of her confidence once the two arrived. “Locust Plague, I’ll concede this time, but don’t get cocky. I’ll win next time.”

Han Wu scoffed. He had already defeated her despite being sealed. He doubted she could win once he could use his units again.

White Ice, more composed than the others, tried to ease the tension. “She’s just joking. Actually, we were wondering whether you are from one of the top colleges. You look young enough to be a student.”

Her words struck Han Wu. He remembered entering the Ancient Battlefield a few days before the exams. Then he had spent twenty-eight days trapped inside Hu Hai’s divine realm. That meant the exams had already ended.

He asked them about it, and the three exchanged puzzled looks. Eventually, Dark Night told him the exams had concluded ten days ago, and most colleges had already started classes. All three of them were second-year students from Demonic Imperial College.

The news hit Han Wu hard. He had missed both the entrance exams and the enrollment test. In other words, he had failed by default. Imperial College had likely removed his name from the reserve list.

Panic set in. He bolted toward the teleporters but stopped after a few steps. Turning back, he pulled out a sizable Core fragment and held it up. “I’m selling this for 10 million Divine Points. Any takers?”

Firewind’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Only 10 million? A Core fragment that size usually goes for at least 30 million Divine Points.”

Han Wu was out of options and couldn’t afford to waste time.

White Ice answered promptly, “I will buy it. Give me your account number.”

Only then did Han Wu remember that his account was linked to his divine realm. Even if White Ice transferred the money, he wouldn’t be able to access it. “Sorry. I can only accept cards right now.”

White Ice nodded, transferred 10 million Divine Points into a card, and handed it over. Han Wu took the card, gave her the Core fragment, and sprinted to the teleporter without another word. After the transaction, the teleporter whisked him back to the Imperial Capital. He then climbed onto a flying device and tried to enter Imperial College, but a guard blocked his path.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” the guard demanded.

Han Wu was exasperated. “I’m Han Wu, a student on the reserve list. I’m here to find Professor Lina.”

The guard looked at him and scoffed. “Since when do we admit new reserve students at the start of a semester? Do you really think I’ll let you in just because you know Professor Lina’s name?”

Han Wu corrected himself, “I’m from the previous batch of students.”

The guard hesitated, unsure if Han Wu was telling the truth. “All right. How about this? Contact one of your classmates or Professor Lina. Have them come vouch for you. I can’t let you in otherwise.”

Han Wu sighed at the guard’s dedication. With the seal still in place, he couldn’t contact anybody right now. Left with no other option, he waited outside, hoping someone he knew would pass by. He spent an entire day watching for a familiar face before Sun Qingnian finally appeared.

An older woman accompanied him, likely one of Sun Qingnian’s wealthy older girlfriends. The two were flirting as they strolled past, but Han Wu stepped forward to stop them. The woman frowned at the interruption, though Sun Qingnian lit up with delight. “Han Wu! Where have you been? Don’t you know we’ve all been desperately searching for you?”

Han Wu managed a bitter smile. The past few days had been anything but easy, but at least he’d made it back in one piece. “I need to see Professor Lina. Could you call her for me?”

Sun Qingnian nodded. “No problem. I’ll call her right now.”

Using his authority, Sun Qingnian quickly contacted Lina. Less than thirty seconds after he ended the call, Lina appeared at the entrance. She wore her usual purple work dress, though her face showed signs of exhaustion. The sleepless days had clearly taken their toll. She hurried over to Han Wu, gave him a once-over, and immediately noticed something was off.

“This isn’t the place to talk. Han Wu, follow me.” Without waiting for a response, she led him into Imperial College and vanished from sight.

Sun Qingnian watched them go before something struck him. “Oh right! I need to let Qin Shuang know about this.”

He called her and shared the news. Back at Imperial College, inside a mansion veiled in lightning, a girl’s joyful scream rang out.