Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 903: The New Gods Walking Through Hell, Seeking an Audience with Him

With a frenzied roar, the red-eyed man who had supposedly killed his own mother to gain a god's favor slammed his fist into Jiu Tian's head.

In truth, according to their twisted logic, Dragon Group operatives were the ones they should have killed most—offing one might have earned "God's" approval.

But here was the strange thing: even when people seemed completely insane, they usually only dared to strike at those weaker than themselves.

To them, Jiu Tian was practically a god-like figure, so they naturally didn't dare touch him. Yet, because they knew Dragon Group wouldn't kill ordinary civilians, they kept charging forward.

But the fact that Jiu Tian hadn't harmed anyone after all this time only fueled the man's viciousness, and in a burst of rage, he struck.

A punch from an ordinary man, even if it landed solidly, barely hurt at all. Still, it jolted Jiu Tian awake from his shock at the latest news.

There were no big screens around these streets.

And with the current chaos—the surrender faction trying to storm schools and slaughter everyone—no one here was in the mood to play on their phones.

So it was only after that world-shaking joint announcement that he received the latest orders through Dragon Group's internal channels.

"Sigh..."He let out a long breath and looked up at the sky. The light above was so murky, as if covered in a layer of gray sand.

So the Grand Elder and the others had already made their decision...

He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, staring at the sky as if trying to remember the final appearance of this world.

"What the hell are you sighing for?!"

In the middle of his melancholy, the madman bellowed, ruining the moment. This time, both hands shot straight for Jiu Tian's eyes!

*Puchi.*

His hands never reached their target. His chest was pierced clean through, and the man slumped lifelessly.

"Sorry," Jiu Tian said calmly.

His eyes held both coldness and pity.

Coldness because this man, though an ordinary civilian, deserved to die anyway.

And pity—a lament for a world about to descend into hell.

"Dragon Group Action Team, 158th Squadron! Update from HQ—orders have changed!"

"From this moment on, anyone who chooses to surrender, abandons their human identity, and sides with the gods—kill them!"

A killing intent exploded from Dragon Group members instantly. These were people who had seen blood before—what player among them hadn't killed?

In an instant, blood sprayed everywhere. Dragon Group members, having been holding back their fury, immediately made examples of those who had spoken like utter beasts earlier.

"Murder! Murder! Is no one going to stop this?!"

The thugs from before turned into lambs, wailing like they'd lost everything as they scattered and fled.

But some stubbornly clung to their ignorance, still trying to rush toward the school in the chaos!

Jiu Tian's eyes turned ice-cold. If the world was destined to become hell, then he would become a demon too.

"Kill!"

......

Over the next few days, this planet that had seemed accustomed to civilization was brutally dragged back into a primitive, bloody era.

The contrast was jarring—skyscrapers and modern facilities standing against a backdrop of raw savagery.

Just like in ancient times, when *Homo sapiens* weren't the only human species. Through years of survival struggles, all other types had been wiped out.

That was a cruelty impossible to verify now—just like the present.

With the gods descending, surrender or resistance—that was the choice forced upon everyone.

This was a bloody confrontation started by Xie Antong, accelerated by Lu Ce, and ultimately sealed with a single decisive blow by Nie Jiu Tian, who bore the weight of all causality.

Led by Dragon Group, the purge of the surrender faction began within China's borders. Blood became a banner, setting an example for all.

Other official superhuman organizations, though they hadn't agreed with Nie Jiu Tian's public statement at the time, didn't oppose the killing itself.

They just thought it should be done quietly. But now? It didn't matter anymore.

Some civilian organizations also joined the fray. Around the Great Wall, the area had been soaked in so much blood that no one dared approach—it looked like a crimson giant dragon.

During all this, Divine Might kept spreading, tempting and corrupting. Some surrender faction members, for reasons unknown, rushed toward the Great Wall.

The Heaven and Earth Society didn't care about their excuses. Couldn't understand their nonsense, so they just killed them.

Meanwhile, all of humanity had shed the restraints of morality and law. Order had vanished completely, leaving only two camps at war.

The surrender faction constantly tried to get others killed so they could survive—who could tolerate that? With Nie Jiu Tian breaking the seal, the instinct for slaughter buried in human genes was unleashed.

And the surrender faction began to grow increasingly frenzied.

In no time, the human world had turned into hell. And on this hellish ground, new gods were walking, cultivating.

Xie Antong was right. This internal purge of humanity was both a catastrophe and the final opportunity for God's Chosen to grow.

The entire world was like a massive game—and this time, the ones absorbing Divine Power were them.

Some lost themselves in surging strength, laughing maniacally, convinced their old lives had been meaningless and that chaos should have come long ago.

Others grew increasingly silent, watching the nightmare unfold before them with nothing left to say.

Like Chiyo Eine. She absorbed massive amounts of [Death] power, climbing the ranks step by step.

At first, she would rage at the atrocities and lend a helping hand. Later, she fell silent—a statue carved from grief.

And then there were those who, witnessing all this, felt an endless compassion rising within them.

Like Perfect Life. He felt his power exploding, but wanted nothing more than to stop it!

If [Despair] was absorbed by him... could the despair in this world be reduced, even a little?

These new gods walked across the land, treading their own paths to godhood, each with their own thoughts, each different.

And the one person who had never been lost... was now utterly adrift.

Lu Ce's situation was incredibly complex. In this global upheaval, all kinds of Divine Power grew within him—a veritable junk shop.

But as his [Agony] power grew, he understood less and less what [Agony] wanted. He had never been so desperate to see Him.

In his Room, a Godslayer Spike was driven into his forehead. The mask on his face was Sloth's ink-green, stained with crimson blood—a terrifying sight.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

He pounded hard on the spike.

"Are you there? I need to talk to you. It's urgent."

"Can you hear me?"