Chapter 48: The Attention of Alien Civilizations

The Clawbug race was now in a frenzy of bloodlust. These humans were even less sturdy than wood; when its arm swung down, a body was severed instantly, and with three arms wielding blades, a single person was sliced into four pieces. Even with one arm already cut off by Qin Hao, it didn’t hinder its combat abilities. Not a single human could injure it.

This was how things should be.

“This is what the native planet of Blue Star should look like—unable to wield star energy, only fit for slaughter. This is as it should be,” it thought.

In mere seconds, the Clawbug had slaughtered everyone in the room, blood flowing in rivers. The scene was grotesquely bloody, enough to make one sick. Qin Hao was already closing in, yet the Clawbug, lost in its killing, did not notice him at all.

Qin Hao drew within a meter behind it and struck like lightning.

A crackling explosion burst from Qin Hao’s palm, his lightning ability igniting against the Clawbug’s body. Instantly, violet arcs of electricity enveloped the creature. The Clawbug was scorched black, its blood evaporating in torrents, organs displaced from the lack of an internal skeleton. Desperate, it leapt forward, as if still clinging to life.

Qin Hao stepped in again, thrusting his Star-Slaying Divine Blade through the creature’s carapace and deep into its body.

With a roar, Qin Hao poured his strength into the Clawbug.

With a thunderous crash, the Clawbug was slammed into the wall, the wall crumbling as the sword pierced through its chest. Both fell to the floor; the Clawbug, in a final fit of frenzy, lashed out with its three mantis arms, striving to strangle Qin Hao.

Qin Hao rolled aside and, rising swiftly, brought his sword down.

A head tumbled to the ground.

The Clawbug’s body finally ceased its movements, though its muscles still twitched, mantis arms clawing at empty air before freezing in place.

The Clawbug was dead.

At that moment, its corpse sprayed blood and released a shower of starlight. The starlight gathered, coalescing into star energy crystals that dropped to the floor. Qin Hao beckoned, collecting them into his hand.

There were over a hundred.

Just then, a prompt appeared in Qin Hao’s mind from the Hero System, and a translucent image materialized before his eyes.

[Pursuit Mission Completed]

[Reward: 100,000 Hero Points]

[Random Reward Distribution: Please Draw]

A moment later, a roulette wheel appeared in the void. The largest segment was blue, signifying Qin Hao would at least receive a blue item. Surprisingly, the purple segment occupied a fifth of the wheel—a considerable chance. The other colors had much smaller portions, and Qin Hao didn’t hold out much hope for them.

Luck wasn’t always reliable.

He spun the wheel.

This time, his luck was extraordinary.

The pointer stopped on the yellow segment.

In the random reward system, gray represented useless, level-one items. Yellow, however, signified a level-six item.

A spatial black hole opened before Qin Hao, and a silver disk dropped out.

He caught it, recognizing it instantly.

It was a mechanical device for spatial transmission, commonly called a teleportation disk by humanity.

He had obtained a level-six item—capable of teleporting to any location within a thousand kilometers, consuming 1,000 star energy crystals per use.

This was perfect for Qin Hao.

He understood now: he was not only under the attention of the Clawbug civilization, but also watched by the Wind God civilization within the Peace Alliance.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have received something so well-suited to him.

Just as before the reversal of time, in his previous life, he had gained the favor of the Silverlight civilization.

The Silverlight civilization even extended an olive branch to him—if Blue Star was successfully invaded, Qin Hao could escape via a spatial black hole and survive on another planet.

But Qin Hao refused.

Silverlight saw his potential to slay the Son of God and believed he had a chance to become divine, thus granting him an opportunity: the time-reversal card.

“Excellent. This will be very useful. I’ll make good use of it,” Qin Hao said, stowing the teleportation disk in his spatial ring.

He then looked at the still-warm corpse of the Clawbug, and his mental tendrils drew up the creature’s blood, absorbing it into his own body.

Instantly, a surge of immense vitality flooded his frame.

A second-level evolver’s life force was abundant—even a mere trickle invigorated Qin Hao’s vitality.

And then, another voice echoed in his mind.

[Your vitality has increased. You may now purchase goods to unlock the second-level gene lock.]

Qin Hao ignored the prompt.

He intended to reach the limit of a first-level evolver. At that point, breaking the second-level gene lock would be trivial.

Qin Hao continued to absorb the blood.

Much of the exoskeletal creature’s genes needed to be discarded, but a few were invaluable: reduced pain sensitivity, crucial for combat and advancement; and the Clawbug’s extraordinary reaction speed, the ability to multitask—innate to their species and fundamental to reaching godhood.

The Thousand-Armed God had ascended to godhood using this racial talent.

However, the dead Clawbug before him clearly lacked divine-grade gene fragments.

But it was enough.

The vast vitality poured into Qin Hao, making him stronger.

Soon, all the blood was absorbed. Qin Hao performed the Blood Sacrifice Demon Body ritual to consolidate his surging life force, making his power more solid.

At this moment, Zi Hui entered the residential area and stepped into the room.

Though she had seen parts of the scene through the Eye of All Sects, being here in person was overwhelming. The stench of blood was suffocating, and the smell of human feces leaking from severed intestines was nauseating.

Zi Hui’s face was drawn and pale, but she persevered.

“Qin Hao, are you hurt? Do you need treatment?” Zi Hui asked.

“No need. I’m fine,” Qin Hao replied, waving her off. He then used the Star-Slaying Divine Blade to cut off the Clawbug’s mantis arm and a section of its chest—the creature’s flesh.

“We’ll have something good to eat tonight,” Qin Hao remarked.

Zi Hui forced down her revulsion, amazed that Qin Hao could think of food at a time like this.

“What kind of creature is this? Why haven’t I seen it before?” she inquired.

“A sentient race—the Clawbug race.”

“A sentient race?” Zi Hui’s expression instantly became grave.

“Is this their weakest member? Its strength is already so immense?” Zi Hui’s concern about the future deepened.

“It’s only because the god of the Clawbug civilization bears resentment at my slaughter of its playthings. Normally, creatures of this power wouldn’t come, but who knows?” Qin Hao replied.

Perhaps tomorrow, hundreds or thousands of sentient beings from the Clawbug civilization would appear here.