The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend-Chapter 415 - Junior Sun, You are Deplorable!

Back in the Sunset Forest, Huang Shengjun wore his crown and watched Jing Jing and Sun Qingnian bound in silver chains.

“You two, why do you suffer so much just for Han Wu? What did he promise you to win your undying loyalty? Name your price and I will double it,” he offered.

Even bound, Jing Jing radiated the presence of the queen of skeletons through her bones. “I place my faith in my god until the earth cracks and the heavens fall.”

On the other hand, Sun Qingnian smiled bitterly. “Senior Huang, there’s no need to drag me in your fight with Han Wu, right? I’m just a Support. You two can duke it out for all I care. I’ll just sit on the sidelines.”

Huang Shengjun scoffed. “One of you holds a faith in him so pure even the heavens cannot shake it. The other is a silver-tongued bastard with a heart of gold. Han Wu is truly blessed to have you two supporting him. Unfortunately for you both, today isn’t your day.”

He rose and accepted a short sword from Caesar, the former goblin king. The sword looked odd, with a wide guard and a stunted blade, but it was renowned throughout the land as the Nail Sword. According to legend, a famous half-man hero once wielded it alongside a Magic Ring. If one were to rank it as a God weapon, it would stand as a 7-Star God weapon at minimum.

Huang Shengjun brandished it, approached Jing Jing, and pressed the blade to her neck. “Renounce your faith in Han Wu, or I will kill you.”

Jing Jing glared at him but said nothing. She had no intention of obeying. Her attitude made it clear that his threat meant nothing to her, which only infuriated him. He drove the sword into her neck, but no blood spilled. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Jing Jing was a skeleton; her true body consisted of crystalline bones without flesh or blood. Also, the Nail Sword was designed for stabbing rather than cutting, and its narrow blade lacked the force to cut through her bones.

Frustrated, Huang Shengjun turned his attention to Sun Qingnian instead. Unlike Jing Jing, Sun Qingnian had flesh and blood, so he would not escape injury so easily.

As Huang Shengjun placed the Nail Sword to his throat, Sun Qingnian asked bitterly, “Senior Huang, are you really going to kill me? I’m just a Support.”

“You are close to Han Wu, and your growth must be tied to him,” Huang Shengjun said coldly. “I’d rather kill you now and sleep well tonight. You may leave the game now.”

He was about to behead Sun Qingnian when the latter shouted, “Wait, Senior Huang! Let me speak! Just hear me out!”

Curiosity flickered in Huang Shengjun’s eyes. “Speak.”

“My girlfriend is Shi Shan, the head instructor for the third-year sixth class,” Sun Qingnian said, as if delivering his final words.

Huang Shengjun froze, his mind blank for a moment to process it before confusion gave way to disbelief.

“Hold on! Shi Shan, the Blazing War God? She’s your girlfriend?!” Huang Shengjun’s voice trembled with disbelief. It was preposterous. Who could imagine the mighty and famous Blazing War God Shi Shan in a relationship with a first-year student? It defied reason!

“Wait, you’ve got to be joking. She’s old enough to be your mother. Why would she ever go out with you?” Huang Shengjun demanded, his tone laced with suspicion.

Sun Qingnian coughed lightly. “You see, when it comes to love... there’s no logic to it. Everyone has their own taste. Some like energetic and cute junior sisters; some go for the sultry senior ones. Me? I prefer a sweet old baby like her. What’s it to you?”

Huang Shengjun studied him carefully, searching for any sign of deceit. Sun Qingnian’s expression never wavered. No matter how closely Huang Shengjun read his emotions, gestures, or microexpressions, everything pointed to one conclusion: he was telling the truth. That also meant that Sun Qingnian’s girlfriend was indeed Shi Shan, a true God twice his age and ten times more powerful than Huang Shengjun.

Huang Shengjun swallowed hard. After a long pause, he lowered the sword from Sun Qingnian’s neck. “If you’re already in a relationship with Shi Shan, why are you still hanging around with Han Wu? You could just find one of her students and live in luxury.”

He still hadn't given up on driving a wedge between Sun Qingnian and Han Wu.

Sun Qingnian shook his head. “My darling has already prepared plenty of resources to help me ascend into a God. The only reason I'm in this game right now is to play. And as for Han Wu, he’s my best friend. Playing with him is just more enjoyable.”

Listening to him, Huang Shengjun realized that Sun Qingnian definitely possessed resources that eclipsed his own. Two years of effort had still left him inferior in that regard, and the realization burned through him with frustration.

“You deplorable scum!” he spat.

Sun Qingnian remained calm. “People have called me that before. You won’t be the first, or the last.”

Huang Shengjun looked at Sun Qingnian’s loathsome face and almost cleaved him in half. Even if he didn’t kill him, he wanted to castrate that bastard out of spite. Then, he recalled that Sun Qingnian was only present through a clone. The real Sun Qingnian would remain untouched, and striking now would only offend Shi Shan. That was a risk he couldn’t afford. Ultimately, he could only swallow his fury and stand down.

“Senior Huang, it seems that you can’t kill me,” Sun Qingnian said with a mocking smile. “Might as well let me go. Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out, and I definitely won’t ask my darling to avenge me.”

Sun Qingnian’s slick tone only fanned Huang Shengjun’s anger. “Shut up!”

“Fine.” Sun Qingnian knew when to stop and fell silent for the time being.

Huang Shengjun looked at the two captives and sighed. He couldn’t kill them, and using them as bargaining chips wasn’t an option for now. Still, the operation hadn’t been a loss. Along with capturing the two, he had seized Han Wu’s Transmutation Golem and all the lesser golems. It was a satisfying haul.

“I wonder what kind of face Han Wu will make when he sees his mine stripped bare,” Huang Shengjun muttered. Nothing pleased him more than Han Wu’s misery.

“I should test the Transmutation Golem’s power. The gnomes have been pestering me for ages to return it, offering any price just to get it back. Why should I hand it over? I’ll take it with me instead. What a bunch of idiots,” he mumbled and walked toward the golem’s resting place.