Chapter 113
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Chapter 113: Title
The moment Liang An’s voice faded, three crisp knocks sounded at the door.
"Enter." Lin Jing answered for him with an easy smile. "Hope you don’t mind."
"Your call," Liang An shrugged.
The door swung open to reveal a Special Bureau staffer. Behind the uniformed official stood a boy barely reaching 1.6 meters, whose youthful features made him appear no older than seventeen.
Clad in a light gray mandarin-collar suit, the teenager’s most striking feature was his crown of fluffy hair that begged to be touched – a stark contrast to the stormy expression beneath his artfully tousled bangs. Every line of his posture screamed reluctant compliance, as though he’d been dragged here against his will.
Lin Jing’s eyebrow arched. Division 2’s uniform? This rebellious-looking pup must be fresh from their kennel.
Liang An’s gaze swept over the youth, neural pathways firing as he accessed mental files. "Dismissed," he ordered the staffer with an absent wave.
The officer nudged the boy forward before vanishing with military precision, the door slamming shut like a punctuation mark.
"Jiang Yan. Fourteen. Computer genius."
"You’re familiar?" Lin Jing tilted his head.
"Shouldn’t you be?" Liang An’s lips quirked. "Three months back, this fledgling hacked our internal network. Got caught before doing real damage."
Memory clicked into place. During the Bureau’s fledgling days, their cybersecurity – though rudimentary – had been deemed hacker-proof. The breach sent shockwaves through headquarters, mobilizing their best cyber trackers who’d traced the attack to…
A boy three months shy of fourteen.
When interrogated about his motives, the kid had simply shrugged: "Looked fun." The anticlimactic revelation turned the Bureau’s high-alert panic into collective facepalms.
"Re-education camp, wasn’t it?" Lin Jing snapped his fingers.
The teen’s prodigious talent and clean record had earned him an extended stay at the Bureau’s "summer camp" – complete with mandatory immersion in the core values of socialism.
"Graduation present? Isn’t this child exploitation?" Lin Jing shot Liang An a sidelong glance. Though Division 5 handled assignments, final approval required the director’s signature.
"Self-nominated recruit. With Class A cultivation potential?" Liang An’s attention shifted to the glowing monitors, his voice hardening. "Neh’s approaching."
Jiang Yan’s jaw tightened. Maturity beyond his years didn’t negate teenage pride – he’d opened his mouth to refute the "voluntary" claim when the screens snagged his attention.
The live feed showed Indian terrain he’d recognized instantly. Nuclear launch protocols. Of course – this wasn’t just Bureau intel.
Yunlang Weibo’s trending list had been burning with #IndiaNukeCrisis for hours. Global eyes watched as the subcontinent teetered on becoming the first nuclear aggressor since that island nation’s annihilation… nearly a century past.
Of course, India’s reckless act of bombing its own territory drew even greater scrutiny.
After observing for a while, Jiang Yan noticed the abyssal creature’s movements appeared unusually sluggish. A true genius earned that title precisely because they perceived what others could not.
His keen insights surfaced despite having entered the control room merely five minutes prior.
On the screen, Neh vaulted across rooftops, closing in on the abyssal creature with lethal intent.
India.
Spiritual energy coalesced in Neh’s palms, churning the surrounding atmosphere into a whirling vortex that crashed violently upon the creature.
The strangely lethargic abyssal creature failed to evade, hurtling backward to smash against concrete walls.
A Tier Three classification didn’t grant immunity to Tier One assaults—particularly when facing Neh’s meticulously charged strike.
With an earth-shaking roar, the creature locked its gaze on Neh, scrambling upright with grotesque limbs.
Its wounded flesh displayed only superficial damage, rapidly knitting together through innate regeneration.
Neh stared at the enraged beast, already aware of this tactic’s futility—he’d tested it during their initial encounter.
He could only pray to avoid joining the ranks of extraordinary individuals slaughtered by such monstrosities.
Invoking Earth Mother Prithvi through measured breaths, Neh reflected on his spiritual journey—once a Hindu devotee, until primal divinity reshaped India’s religious landscape.
Why worship distant, indifferent gods when tangible power walked among them? Deities might not crave devotion, but humanity would never kneel before absent saviors.
“Revered Earth Mother, mighty Prithvi, your faithful servant implores—banish this abyssal scourge from our sight forever…”
In Special Bureau Division 2’s control hub, lip-readers translated Neh’s plea as observers strained in breathless anticipation.
Amid India’s ruined slums, Ye Linlang observed Neh’s motionless form chanting divine epithets.
The cultivator wavered between admiring his audacity and deploring his blind faith. Without divine intervention, Neh would become another crimson smear beneath monstrous claws.
Ye Linlang’s eyelids fluttered shut.
Divinity descended upon the forsaken ghetto.
Her physical form dissolved from the apocalyptic landscape, essence retreating to the World Tree’s zenith while her consciousness inhabited a descending avatar.
As radiant golden light erupted, Blackman’s observational detachment shattered. The veteran operative recoiled explosively, putting three hundred meters between himself and the emerging deity.
Proximity to unknown divine manifestations ranked high on Blackman’s list of tactical blunders.
The retreat synchronized with a thunderous proclamation resonating with cosmic authority:
“I am Prithvi.”
Though capable of channeling Tier Seven puissance, the avatar required but a fraction to obliterate the Tier Three abomination.
The luminous manifestation gestured negligently. Motion seized the creature mid-lunge.
From taloned feet upward, its form disintegrated into iridescent particulates, swept away by an otherworldly zephyr.
Indian onlookers collapsed prostrate, breath trapped in throats, minds purged of coherent thought by numbing awe.
Few dared mentally catalogue mythological parallels—most found “Prithvi” echoing through memory’s buried corridors, her true legacy overwritten by generations of doctrinal distortion. The earth goddess’s name now surfaced like a fossilized truth, scrubbed clean of slanderous revisions.
No matter how many present believed in Hinduism, the inevitable loss of followers after this day could not be denied.
Humans instinctively seek protection and advantage. They pledge faith to whichever deity offers sanctuary – a harsh truth, yet undeniable in its authenticity.
Though mortals shouldn’t gaze directly upon divinity, the figure’s radiant warmth stirred countless souls.
Earth Mother Prithvi embodied the earth’s boundless embrace, her divine power reflecting this vast benevolence. None could possibly mistake such a deity for an evil god.
Prithvi knew she must appoint a representative to shield India’s people from corruption, preventing the eventual release of imprisoned evils from the evil god’s prison.
Choosing Neh? The goddess dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. He was destined to lead India’s extraordinary forces, his path already carved through social reform – the dismantling of entrenched caste systems.
Her divine awareness swept across the slums, finally settling on a frail girl. In a land where women’s voices were stifled, perhaps change should bloom from within their ranks.
The divine manifestation raised its hand again. A delicate golden light descended upon the crowd.
Hearts quickened as all remembered the abyssal creature’s fate from the first gesture. What destiny would this second light bring?
"It’s coming toward us!" The cry erupted before the glow settled on a slender girl’s forehead.
The golden mark blossomed like sacred lotus petals layered in holy perfection.
"Nilora’s been chosen!" Voices rose in awe, though some carried bitter undertones.
The goddess’s proclamation echoed across India’s breadth: "The Golden Lotus bearer shall be my representative in the human realm."
Prithvi’s fleeting glance toward the northwest preceded her dissolution into golden rain. Each droplet birthed Golden Lotuses upon impact – flowers that mended broken flesh and purified wounds from abyssal creatures.
Neh found himself at the miracle’s epicenter, compelled to touch the glowing blossoms. Golden liquid permeated his being as he sat meditating. When he reopened his eyes, newfound power surged through him – Tier One Pinnacle achieved, with tier two’s threshold shimmering just beyond reach.
…
Observers worldwide recognized the significance. Blue Star’s Ancient Divine Scroll would soon record a new entry:
Earth Mother Prithvi.
