It turns out that even an evil god crashes when faced with higher mathematics.
Grinya didn't understand what was happening to the purple youth, but those character-like symbols seemed to have caused him significant trauma.
She couldn't help but feel lucky; without God's Perception, she would have been dead for sure.
Thanks to God's Perception, and thanks to Lord Xun Shen!
She climbed up from the ground, her movements difficult, as she was currently extremely weak.
But she knew she couldn't stop.
She didn't know how long God's Perception could hold the God of Chaos, but just standing by and watching was definitely not her style.
She slowly stood up and walked toward the chaos against the disorderly gale.
Every step was incredibly difficult. Several times, she fell because she couldn't bear the pain, but she always managed to stand up again and continue toward the chaos.
Grinya pointed one finger toward the sky.
The light of the Sword of Honor was incomparable, like a pillar supporting the heavens!
She finally understood why that fellow Buze valued honor more than his own life.
Because honor is the greatest courage of humanity, and courage is a hymn unique to humans.
Hey, God... can you block this strike of honor?
The ice-blue sword light was like a full moon, its milky-white radiance scattering over every inch of the land. It fell upon the God of Chaos both sharply and gently, and at that moment, the irregular, disorderly chaotic energy fell into a standstill as if time itself had frozen.
The entire world paused at this moment!
The God of Chaos seemed to have been startled awake from a dream. He stared blankly at Grinya, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“You don't understand humans at all!” Grinya said.
The God of Chaos remained expressionless, allowing cracks to appear all over his body, shattering piece by piece like glass or porcelain. A faint purple light erupted from the fissures.
He did not explain, nor did he beg for mercy.
His eyes were as calm as the dark seabed, yet as proud as a lion. Even in his final moments of death, his dignity could not be violated.
Only when she saw him dissipate into illusory purple light particles did Grinya collapse to the ground in relief.
She stared at the place where the God of Chaos had disappeared, her eyes full of disbelief.
She had killed a god!
Her hands were shaking—not from excitement, but from fear.
She was afraid that all of this was fake, afraid that it was just a dream she was having.
Was the God of Chaos... really dead?
Everything around her was silent. Because everything had fallen into a standstill, the stones floating in the sky almost blotted out the sun, but the disorderly energy belonging to chaos had completely vanished.
Grinya's eyes filled with tears.
She did it, she really did it!
She had killed the God of Chaos!
Time began to flow at this moment, and everything around her followed suit.
A smile returned to her face.
But the smile came to an abrupt halt.
Because those stones, which should have been drifting due to the disorder, did not fall as time resumed. Instead, they fell into an even more violent and irregular motion.
Purple particles reappeared in Grinya's eyes.
Grinya's face turned deathly pale.
“I may not understand humans, but you don't understand gods either.”
Behind her, a miniature gate of the abyss opened once more. The perfectly intact purple youth stepped out barefoot, smiling as he gently touched Grinya's soft hair with his cold palm.
“The power of idealism is indeed surprising, but you forgot what kind of existence you are facing.”
“Even the God of Order couldn't completely kill me. What made you think that you, who only reached the peerless-tier temporarily by borrowing a divine body, could kill me?”
The purple youth's smile was so gentle and kind, yet it made one's skin crawl.
Grinya did not look back, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“I'm sorry to disappoint you. I only used your power to break free from the shackles of that strange force. Reshaping a divine body is not difficult for me,” the purple youth said with a smile.
“You said I don't understand humans, but I really have no interest in your boring race. A god doesn't need to understand humans, just as you humans don't understand ants.”
The purple youth's smile turned into a sneer as he raised his arm high, forming a hand-blade.
He intended to chop off Grinya's head just like that.
Grinya closed her eyes in resignation.
She had tried her best.
But she could change nothing.
Her resistance seemed to have had no meaning from the very beginning. Why could she never do anything right? Why did she always disappoint others?
She had clearly worked so hard.
“Any last words?” the purple youth asked, seemingly in a good mood.
Grinya was silent for a long time.
“Ants belong to the order Hymenoptera, family Formicidae,” she suddenly said, inexplicably.
The purple youth tilted his head, his expression confused.
The hand-blade fell, only to be caught by a jade-white, slender arm. The purple youth froze for a moment, and as he looked at Grinya, who suddenly seemed like a different person, unease welled up in his heart.
“An ant's antennae have thousands of olfactory receptors, making their sensitivity hundreds of times that of a dog. They rely on pheromones to mark paths, signal alarms, and identify companions. They are social insects, categorized by function and physique into queen ants specialized for egg-laying, male ants responsible only for mating with the queen, worker ants who handle most tasks like foraging, nest-building, and nursing, and soldier ants responsible for combat and crushing food.”
Grinya slowly stood up and turned around, her cold and dangerous eyes staring directly at the purple youth.
“What are you talking about?” The purple youth's scalp tingled.
“Don't understand?” Grinya said coldly. “Humans understand ants very well, but you... you truly don't understand humans.”
“You—”
Slap!
A crisp slap rang out, and the purple youth was sent reeling, stumbling back several steps.
“So this is how a god feels? No different from a monkey,” Grinya sneered.
“Xun! Shen!” the purple youth roared.
“That 'God' really hit the spot!” Grinya's figure was as fast as an afterimage. Her sword tip accurately pierced the purple youth's defense and then fell heavily, nearly slicing him in half diagonally!
The purple youth shrieked in a raspy voice, suffering immense pain.
He held his nearly detached upper torso, glared at Grinya with both anger and fear, and then ran into the gate of the abyss without looking back.
“Trying to run?”
Grinya moved to give chase, but the moment she approached the gate of the abyss, she dazed for a second. Looking at the irregular fleshy bubbles popping up on her palm one after another, Grinya fell into silence.
“You've reached your limit,” she said softly.
It was as gentle as saying goodnight.
A shadow suddenly left Grinya, and she collapsed to the ground.
But she still used the last of her strength to look up with eyes full of hope.
It was a pitch-black shadow with no facial features, only a silhouette, yet Grinya felt he was so gentle and warm.
She wanted to fall into his arms, and the shadow did not refuse.
She closed her eyes as a warm palm slowly stroked the top of her head.
“You did a wonderful job,” the shadow said with a smile. “Truly my girl!”
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