With her potential, Lu Jingming would never let Ye Guyi go easily—he saw the immense value and possibility in her. Of course, certain God Kings would not want the Angel God to return.
But Lu Jingming didn't care; in his plans, a showdown with Sea God Tang San was inevitable.
After all, he had transmigrated into the Douluo Continent. If he'd gone somewhere else, their paths might not have crossed. But here, his rise would inevitably disrupt Tang San's thousand-year plans.
Thus, the two sides were destined for conflict—unless one was willing to submit, which neither the lofty Sea God Tang San nor the equally proud Lu Jingming would ever do.
So, the final battle would come eventually, and Lu Jingming was quietly preparing for it in every way.
Sea God Tang San controlled the Divine Realm's hub and had many gods on his side.
So, when the time came, Lu Jingming would be up against not just Tang San, but all the gods in his faction.
Tang San had enemies in the Divine Realm, like the God of Destruction.
But Lu Jingming knew the God of Destruction was unreliable, as his wife, the Goddess of Life, secretly supported Tang San, and the God of Destruction was lovestruck.
If he made a rash decision at a critical moment, Lu Jingming would be left completely passive.
The Goddess of Goodness (Lie Yan) and the God of Evil (Ji Dong) appeared neutral but actually leaned toward Tang San.
Thus, Tang San's position in the Divine Realm was solid—it would be very hard to shake.
Even if the God of Destruction wanted to fight Tang San, his wife would surely betray him at the key moment.
"So, we can only rely on ourselves. Since we've chosen to oppose the gods, we need a Demon King figure. Isn't that right, Ouroboros?"
Lu Jingming watched as the twins Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo helped the departing Ye Guyi and spoke softly.
"First, you should call me Dr. Möbius."
A slightly mad, yandere-like voice drifted from the void, tinged with dissatisfaction and responding precisely to Lu Jingming.
"And I am an elite, not a demon king."
Suddenly, the space beside Lu Jingming rippled like a disturbed lake.
A figure appeared—wearing a black and green skintight suit with snake-scale patterns, highlighted with gold and neon green tech lines that shimmered mysteriously.
This was a girl—tall and slender, exuding both scholarly elegance and a warrior's sharpness.
Her long green hair fell loosely, adorned with snake-shaped decorations, her green-to-pink gradient snake eyes mysterious and seemingly full of secrets.
From her appearance to her voice, everything about her radiated danger, but also a strange, irresistible allure.
"But isn't opposing the gods interesting?" Möbius gave a dangerous smile, her snake eyes narrowing as if eyeing prey, turning to Lu Jingming with burning curiosity.
"Forget it. You can get my body data from Herta, but you're not using me for experiments."
Lu Jingming didn't need to think—he knew what this dangerous woman was plotting.
Möbius was nothing like Herta—she was too crazy, and no one could predict what little toys she'd create inside his body for fun.
"Boring. Are you that afraid of me?" Möbius's smile faded to a mocking smirk.
"Not afraid, but I know you too well. You're too adventurous. When I fully master the power of creation, maybe I'll go mad with you."
Lu Jingming shrugged.
Möbius was a genius, but geniuses were always the hardest to predict or control. In this, Herta seemed almost normal.
At least, Lu Jingming dared to lie on Herta's operating table without worrying about losing limbs or his humanity.
"Whatever. The best is always saved for last. I'm really curious what expressions the gods of this world will show lying on my table."
Möbius tapped her lips thoughtfully, a sly smile on her face—beautiful yet dangerous.
"I imagine they won't be very happy," Lu Jingming said helplessly.
The gods of this world were strange—regardless of rank, as long as they ascended with a god position, they gained near-immortal lifespans.
But without a god position or a place in the Divine Realm, even gods couldn't escape mortality.
So the god position was crucial for low-level gods, but not so important for veteran gods who had cultivated for eons.
After all, holding a god position meant responsibilities and being unable to leave the Divine Realm—no freedom.
Veteran gods, tired of the constraints, wanted to pass their god positions on and roam the universe.
Like the Asura God, one of the Divine Realm's Law Enforcers, who broke the rules to compete with the original Sea God for a successor, even interfering in the mortal realm to help Tang San.
For Möbius, who sought the infinite, immortal gods were deeply fascinating.
She wanted to understand the principle—but first, she needed to capture a living god with a god position.
So, she was interested in the mission Lu Jingming assigned her.
Like Herta, Möbius was still adapting to this new universe after being manifested by Lu Jingming.
Though she had instantly integrated into the universe and reshaped her power according to its rules, everything was fresh and exciting to her, and she was eager to research soul masters, soul beasts, souls, and gods alike.
However, she was a bit disappointed that so much had already been studied by Herta.
Lu Jingming had given her all the research data right away.
She was most interested in the fusion warrior surgery—the technology to fuse human and soul beast genes to create artificial soul masters, which Herta had already perfected.
Not only was the success rate high, but the fused warriors remained human, with no beastification or loss of sanity, and performed excellently in all respects.
The only drawback was that the fusion warriors couldn't grow stronger on their own—but was that really a flaw for Lu Jingming?
Could Herta really not overcome this problem? Möbius, after studying the unique surgery, was confident she could improve it so artificial soul masters could cultivate independently, even reaching godhood.
But Möbius wasn't a fool—though she was a devoted scholar, she understood those in power always craved control. Lu Jingming was no exception.
Fusion warriors were loyal to Lu Jingming, and he trusted them, but that wasn't enough for him to remove their restrictions.
People were greedy and easily corrupted, so Lu Jingming would never allow the surgery to be perfected—flaws were a form of balance.
He was confident he could handle any problems, but why take unnecessary risks when prevention was possible?
"Go, Ouroboros, and form our Demon King Alliance—create our Infinite Ouroboros." As Lu Jingming spoke, he took out an ice-blue gem radiating terrible cold and handed it to Möbius.
"This is...?" Möbius's eyes widened in surprise, then quickly understood, her gaze growing hotter.
"You keep surprising me—makes me like you more." With a crackle of dark green lightning, a serpent-shaped energy swallowed the gem.
Möbius's gaze blazed as if she'd found a rare treasure.
"If it were another kind of 'like,' I'd be happy," Lu Jingming said, knowing Möbius's "like" meant she saw him as a prized specimen.
"If you'd let me study you, I might consider it." Möbius smiled, touching her cheek.
But Lu Jingming rolled his eyes. If he believed her, he'd be a total fool.
"Demon King Alliance, Infinite Ouroboros... I'll reluctantly accept being Alliance Leader and Infinite Ouroboros." Möbius put away her schemes for now.
Suddenly, Lu Jingming's bracelet lit up green.
He frowned—it was Herta's long-distance communicator.
As long as you were on Douluo Star, it could receive signals and enable ultra-long-range communication.
These communicators were expensive and made only for a few trusted people.
While the simulated universe could also be used for contact, it was nowhere near as convenient and required prearranged logins and absolute safety.
Only the special simulators made by Herta, like the one Ju Zi had, could send timely alerts.
With the communicator, only a few people could reach him: those in Haiyuan City, plus Ningguang in Shrek City and Ji Yingying in the Sun Moon Empire.
In front of Möbius, Lu Jingming answered the call.
A white-haired girl's beautiful, cold face appeared in the projection.
"It's you, Yingying. What's up?" Lu Jingming wasn't surprised.
"Xiao Ming, Wuchang Division just got a task—I'm not sure if we should take it." Ji Yingying, seeing Möbius, was unfazed—used to newcomers by now.
"Oh? What kind of task makes you hesitate?" Lu Jingming was interested.
The Wuchang Division, hidden in the dark, had quietly solved many of Haiyuan City's problems.
They also took on assassination jobs and were feared across the underground.
But they never took every job—they always weighed the target's identity, the difficulty, and potential risks.
Usually, they decided for themselves, and Ji Yingying had never asked Lu Jingming about it before.
Now, for the first time, she was unsure—what kind of target was it? The sect leader of the Body Sect?
"The target is Shrek Academy's outer court disciple Huo Yuhao. The client is the Duke White Tiger's house, with a bounty of 200,000 gold soul coins."
Ji Yingying spoke calmly, her tone flat.
She remembered Lu Jingming mentioning Huo Yuhao was a child of destiny, watched closely by a God King for a long time.
"Huo Yuhao?" Lu Jingming was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood.
If the White Tiger Duke's house sent the order, the client was almost certainly Dai Huabin.
Apparently, Dai Huabin had suffered at Huo Yuhao's hands, or he wouldn't have spent so much—200,000 gold soul coins—to hire the Wuchang Division.
A mere two-ring Soul Grandmaster, even as a Shrek Academy disciple, wasn't worth such a bounty.
Clearly, Dai Huabin hated Huo Yuhao deeply.
For the Duke's house, 200,000 gold soul coins was nothing. But for the young Dai Huabin, who had limited personal resources, it was a huge sum.
He'd hardly dare use the Duke's money for such a shady thing—he must have scraped it together himself. Maybe even his fiancée Zhu Lu helped out.