Chapter 186

Chapter 186: Traps Tailored for the Giant God!

"Praise the Giant God for granting us such a magnificent dwelling in the Sea of Ether!"

Sulya, dressed in her combat uniform, knelt on the ground, her ruby lips parting as she recited her prayer with a melodious voice.

"Great is the Giant God!"

The crew of the "Net Path Fleet" and many engineers behind her chanted in unison, their deep praises echoing through the etheric liquid of the net path.

"Sigh…"

"I never expected that the Giant God’s ‘Great Plan’ was so complete and so multidimensional."

The First Living Saint observed the "City of Dimensions" before her, a "small world" excavated by the Giant God using his magnificent power of space.

Not only did this place have the endless "Primal Mud" as an energy source for the ships, but the Giant God also continually brought back some "Ancient God remains."

Sulya seemed to have grasped some of the Giant God’s habits.

For example, which "Ancient God remains" the Giant God discarded as trash and which ones were kept as strange collectibles.

"Clearly, the Giant God not only wanted to expand the net path to connect the Five Hundred Worlds; he also intended to build a net path system that rivaled the Fantasy Tree of Subspace!"

"However, unlike the Fantasy Tree of Subspace, which brought chaos corruption and destruction, the net path would provide liberation, safety, prosperity, and the Holy Light of the Giant God to each world."

"Additionally, the net paths stretching beneath each Bubble World and the scattered ‘City of Dimensions’ system would serve as our strongholds to liberate one Bubble World after another!"

"However…"

"Our power was struggling to keep up with the Giant God."

Sulya looked up with a hint of frustration.

Above her, numerous engineer ships were bustling, using the fibers gifted by the Giant God to construct areas where ordinary logistics personnel could live and work, especially shipbuilding zones.

Unfortunately, the unpredictable "current of laws" in the net path frequently disrupted their stability.

"Ah, I almost forgot."

"This was not the City of Dimensions next to the Bubble World; it was adjacent to the Sea of Ether and the Primal Mud."

Unlike real "Bubble Worlds," the City of Dimensions was too weak to establish its own internal laws; therefore, its internal laws often mirrored those of the "larger world" to which it was attached.

"The laws here were exactly the same as those in the Sea of Ether, which was why they were so irregular."

"Constructing a stable port or even a living area here required special building materials that possessed the power of laws…"

"But we did not have this kind of technology!"

…

Just then, Sulya noticed a massive shadow cast over her.

"Eh!?"

The Giant God descended!

He moved slowly, observing the poorly constructed buildings being built by the engineer ships.

After a long while…

"Buzz—!"

Sulya clutched her head and knelt on the ground.

An indescribable will carrying vast information flooded her mind again.

—-

"Heave-ho!"

"This nautilus shell’s fun—taking it back!"

"This looks like a Deinosuchus tooth, pretty neat—taking it back!"

"This is a lungfish, tasty—eating it!"

……

Trilobite dug "diagonally downward," thoroughly enjoying himself.

By his own timekeeping, he’d burrowed deep for about "a hundred twenty lungfish feasts" worth of time.

Not that he actually ate 120 lungfish.

He’d only caught ten altogether, including smaller multi-finned fish.

"Whew…"

"Who’d have thought? Digging through mud isn’t just filling my belly—it’s downright fun!"

"Total jungle area!"

"Ah, played myself tired. Rest time."

Clutching a freshly unearthed skull in his jaws, he slowly crawled into a "cave."

Though outwardly a Gasmarosaurus, as lizard-kind’s mightiest—a true dragon—he’d kept Duncker’s fish’s bony plate teeth, modified them into saber teeth, and even retained gills!

Naturally, more organs don’t always mean better.

The gills dragged down his bite force. Despite repeated enhancements, it remained merely passable.

But with instant-kill saber teeth? Adequate bite force sufficed.

Those gills granted him a true Gasmarosaurus’s lacking talent—breathing "underwater."

No need to surface like crocodiles, whales, or Canglong. Those gills let him lurk endlessly in sludge, playing in mud.

"Hmm… though…"

"Tch. Such presumptuous spawn."

Trilobite saw his Trilobite spawn carving up his "collectibles" inside his excavated cave.

Not that these spawn lacked boundaries.

They only scavenged smaller, fragmented bits he’d casually brought back—or things he’d discarded after second thoughts.

Pricier items—nautilus shells, Water Lizard skulls, iridescent "pebbles"—remained untouched in their proper places.

Trilobite didn’t scold his spawn.

They were handling trash disposal, after all.

His sole puzzlement: why did his spawn want his garbage?

Soon, he found the answer.

"Oh!"

He followed his spawn into another cave he’d dug and discovered that trash, along with…

"Is this a beehive?"

"No, it should be a Trilobite nest."

"Though still primitive—not as refined as a beehive, even a bit awkward and clumsy in shape."

"But it’s a prototype after all!"

"Yes, should give it a little push."

"As for Chaos Energy…"

Trilobite checked the System panel and saw his Chaos Energy reserves had exceeded 10,000 again.

"Enough!"

"I recall the spawn only hand over half their gathered Chaos Energy to me, keeping the other half for themselves, right?"

"Since they don’t know how to spend it anyway, I’ll chip in and help them spend!"

"Done!"

"Now then…"

【Ding——!】

A system prompt appeared:

【You assisted the spawn in purchasing ‘Silver Spider’s Underwater Nesting Oxygen Production Technique,’ total cost 20,000 Chaos Energy points. You contributed 5,000 points.】

"Wow! This is ridiculously expensive!"

"Still… worth every point."

Generally, common features didn’t cost much—like basic pincers. But specialized organs, exoskeletons, even "habits" and "instincts" carried hefty price tags.

Silver Spiders were the world’s only underwater-dwelling spiders.

Their unique skill? Weaving submerged webs to trap small fish and tadpoles.

They constructed enormous bell-jar-shaped nests underwater, like submerged chambers. These held oxygen-rich bubbles, sustaining their daily activities and even enabling underwater reproduction.

More remarkably, these bubble clusters didn’t just store oxygen—they produced it, continuously drawing oxygen from surrounding waters.

"Now with nests, they resemble true social insects."

"Otherwise, what would they be?"

—-

"Huff…"

"That cursed ‘Giant God’!"

Blais had lurked within the Sea of Ether for ages.

As the Thirteenth Seat of the Chaos Council—the highest-ranked god beneath the core councilors—he possessed a formidable Divine Body. Yet he knew his "top god under core councilors" status rang somewhat hollow.

After all, however high he ranked, he remained just one of the core councilors.

The ranking of core councilors holds no particular order, and many middle councilors ranked in the forties and fifties considered themselves no worse than Blais; they paid no heed to the Thirteenth Seat at all.

Unlike core councilors whose every word carried extraordinary weight among middle councilors—even equivalent to decrees—the Thirteenth Seat held no such sway.

As a core councilor, Lady Xidi could freely command Blais’s subordinate officials without facing punishment; her intelligence-sharing with Blais was merely her way to avoid escalating conflicts.

It was like tossing a bone to silence a barking dog.

Blais dared speak to Xidi that way only because he carried mandates from the other eleven core councilors.

A fox borrowing the tiger’s authority, nothing more.

Yet even such a fox ought to recognize it is no true "tiger."

To genuinely become the "first god" beneath this core council—even expand the "core council" itself—Blais needed to grow stronger!

Devouring the Giant God might present the perfect chance.

Now, he’d woven traps like an inescapable net, awaiting the Giant God’s arrival.

But…

"Dammit!"

"Why aren’t you here yet!"

"Can’t keep waiting like this!"

"Fortunately…"

Blais unfolded the intelligence within his mind, scrutinizing it carefully.

This was information about the Giant God, given as compensation by Lady Xidi.

His entire battle strategy would revolve around this intel.

"This creature actually possesses the capability to excavate Primal Mud?"

"And it seems a group of ‘mortal servants’ follows him?"

"The Giant God shares a close bond with mortal servants?"

"Utterly senseless foolishness."

"Not even among Order Gods could you find another like this."

All deities—be they Order Gods, Chaos Gods, or chaotic Outer Gods—never took mortals seriously.

Humans might sympathize with cats or dogs; some even cherish pets deeply.

That was hardly strange.

But a "mortal ant-lover"? That stretched imagination.

"Good! I’ll exploit this weakness!"

Soon, a wicked scheme took shape in his evil Soul.

"Hire them!"

"Beings like etheric worms."

"No need for many—a few dozen will suffice."

"Let them, sharing his Primal Mud excavation capability, tunnel toward those mortals and slaughter them!"

"Then the Giant God—that fool who cares for mortals—will surely rage."

"Afterward, retreat step by step, luring him out from Primal Mud’s depths!"

Blais narrowed his eyes.

"If you won’t come, I’ll force you out!"

"This trap is custom-made for you!"