Journey to become a God

The sound of multiple footsteps echoed through the forest as a group of men rushed toward Ye Chen's location. Turning toward the noise, he saw several figures emerge from the trees, dressed similarly to the two he had just taken down. Each one had their weapon trained on him.

Despite being outnumbered, Ye Chen showed no sign of distress or fear. Instead, he smirked.

"Come on now, let's not be so hasty," he said casually. "Why don't we lower our weapons and talk this out?"

The terrorists exchanged uncertain glances. A moment later, a burly man stepped forward from their ranks. He was bald, with a prominent scorpion tattoo on his cheek.

His sharp gaze swept over the unconscious men on the ground before locking onto Ye Chen. "So, you're the one who took down my men?" His voice was gruff, his tone filled with suspicion.

Ye Chen glanced at the two fallen men and then back at the bald leader. He decided to play along. "Me? How could I? I don't even have a weapon. How could someone like me bring down two armed men?" He shrugged innocently.

The bald man narrowed his eyes. "You think I'm an idiot? I heard gunfire, and you're the only one standing here. If it wasn't you, then who else could have done this?"

His expression darkened as he barked out an order. "Kill him and feed his body to the dogs! Hahaha!"

Hearing the man's words, Ye Chen's expression shifted slightly. A faint frown appeared on his face. "You should be careful with your words. Angering the wrong person—or the gods—can have consequences."

At that moment, the terrorists chuckled and prepared to pull their triggers.

But before a single shot could be fired, an invisible force slammed into them like a hammer.

One by one, the gunmen were sent flying backward, their bodies crashing into the ground several meters away. Their weapons clattered uselessly as they groaned in pain, blood trickling from their mouths.

The bald man, expecting to hear gunfire, instead found himself standing in eerie silence. Confused, he turned around—and his eyes widened in shock.

Every single one of his subordinates was lying on the ground, writhing in pain or unconscious. Not a single shot had been fired.

Slowly, he turned back toward Ye Chen, who hadn't moved an inch from where he stood.

Ye Chen smiled. "See? I told you. This is what happens when you try to harm good people like me. Maybe it's your turn next... to face the wrath of the gods."

The bald man felt a chill run down his spine.

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Of course, the one who had taken down all the men was Ye Chen. Using his Nine Shadow Steps, he moved at lightning speed, creating multiple afterimages to confuse his enemies. This technique allowed him to generate up to nine shadow clones, making it nearly impossible for his opponents to track his real movements.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen had switched places with his illusions, darting behind the bald man while simultaneously striking down the other terrorists. It all happened in less than two seconds.

The bald man's face twisted with fear as he witnessed the unnatural scene. "Who… who are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling.

Ye Chen gave a casual shrug. "Me? I'm just a lost high school student."

The bald man clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing. "Don't lie to me! There's no way a mere student could do something like this!"

Ye Chen chuckled. "Believe what you want. It makes no difference to me. But since you tried to kill me, I think it's only fair that I teach you a lesson—one you'll never forget." His smile turned cold, almost devilish.

The bald man felt a chill run down his spine. Gritting his teeth, he quickly drew a pair of curved scimitars from the sheath on his back and assumed a combat stance. Without wasting a second, he charged at Ye Chen, swinging one of his blades in a powerful horizontal slash.

Ye Chen, however, remained completely relaxed. As the scimitar sliced toward him, he casually reached out with his right hand—

Clank!

With just his thumb and index finger, he stopped the blade mid-swing.

The bald man's eyes widened in disbelief. He had expected resistance, but not this. Ye Chen's grip was firm, his expression unbothered.

Panic surged through the bald man. Desperate, he raised his second scimitar and slashed downward with all his strength.

But before the blade could connect, Ye Chen moved again. This time, he caught the bald man's wrist with his free hand—

And squeezed.

Crack! Crack!

The sickening sound of bones snapping echoed through the silent forest. A sharp, agonized scream tore from the bald man's throat as his weapon slipped from his grip.

Ye Chen barely glanced at him before tossing him aside like a ragdoll.

The bald man crashed onto the ground, curling up in agony. His face contorted in horror as he looked at his arms—both now bent at unnatural angles.

Shaking with fear, he lifted his gaze to Ye Chen. This wasn't just a man.

This was a monster.

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Ye Chen took slow, deliberate steps toward the bald man. Seeing him approach, the wounded man's face twisted in fear. He struggled to get up, desperate to escape, but his injuries made it nearly impossible to move.

"Stay back! Please! You're a demon!" the bald man cried out, his voice trembling. "I admit I was wrong—just don't come any closer!"

No matter how much he pleaded, Ye Chen remained unfazed. His expression was cold as he continued walking forward.

Ye Chen had no desire to be unnecessarily cruel, but he knew men like this had no remorse. They had killed without hesitation, showing no mercy to their victims. Why should he show them any?

Without warning, Ye Chen lifted his foot and stomped down hard on the bald man's calf.

"AAAHHHH!" A bloodcurdling scream tore from the man's throat as he writhed in agony.

"Please, have mercy! I swear I won't do this again!" The bald man's arrogance had completely vanished. He was no longer the ruthless leader he had been moments ago—now, he was just a broken man, begging for his life.

Ye Chen smirked. "Heh. Weren't you the one who said you'd kill me and feed my body to the dogs? Why don't you try it now?" He pressed his foot down even harder.

"No! No! I was just joking! Please, let me go!" The bald man's voice was hoarse, his face drenched in sweat from the pain.

Ye Chen crouched down slightly, his gaze dark and piercing. "So, you know you were wrong. Tell me, will you do this again?"

"No! Never! I swear I won't hurt anyone again!"

Ye Chen exhaled slowly. "Too bad. If I let you go, you'd just find another excuse to kill innocent people."

Before the bald man could protest, Ye Chen made his decision. He twisted his foot sharply—

CRACK! CRACK!

Another agonized scream echoed through the forest as the man's leg bones shattered under the pressure.

"AAAHHHH! Just kill me! Please!" He gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. The pain was unbearable—so much so that death seemed like mercy.

Ye Chen, however, only chuckled darkly. "Death? That's too easy for you." His smile was cruel as he stomped down on the man's other leg, shattering it as well.

The bald man howled in agony, his body convulsing on the ground. "Y-you monster! My organization will never let you get away with this!"

Ye Chen tilted his head, unimpressed. "Oh? Your organization? Hmph. I don't mind wiping them out too." His gaze hardened. "Besides, you've done far worse to your victims, haven't you? Did you ever feel pity for them? Did you ever hesitate before taking their lives?"

The bald man had no answer. He could only groan in misery, his body broken beyond repair. Within minutes, his screams faded into pained whimpers. His bones had been crushed, his limbs rendered useless. He would live—but as nothing more than a cripple.

Ye Chen finally turned away, satisfied that the man had learned his lesson. His attention shifted to the unconscious woman lying on the ground.

Without hesitation, he walked toward her, ready to see if she was still alive.