167: Chapter 164 When God is not in power—mortals will take God's place!
He had finally arrived at a position where everyone could see him.
Before his Transmigration — he had been an obscure electrical engineer in Munich, thirty-two years old, single, renting a fifty-square-meter apartment in the suburbs. His greatest hobby was going to a boxing gym on weekends to get beaten up. Yes, beaten up. His boxing skills were only good enough to serve as a sandbag for sparring.
After his Transmigration — on the first day, he had opened a Gold Tier Lightning Giant Bear Bloodline from a sunken sea treasure chest.
He underwent Fusion with this Gold Tier Bloodline.
His essence, energy, and spirit were immediately pushed to the threshold of nearly 150. With a single ordinary punch, wreathed in arcs of lightning, he could shatter the skull of a high-tier sea beast.
He thought he would soar to the heavens.
The result?
On the Individual Merit Ranking on the third day, he hadn't even squeezed into the top two hundred.
The reason was simple — he had bad luck.
The sea area he was in had an extremely low density of sea beasts, and the strongest ones he encountered for three consecutive days were only a few low-tier ones. One punch for each, and the merit points were pitifully low. And those ranked ahead of him... Igor, Victoria...
Which of them wasn't either farming elite monsters in the extreme cold sea areas or fighting continuously in densely populated sea beast zones?
He had a Gold Tier Bloodline, yet could only stare blankly at an empty sea surface.
That feeling was like holding a Sharp Weapon in your hand but being locked in an empty room without even a target.
Later, when the Yanhuang Civilization's Cause and Effect Fate Platform appeared out of nowhere, the merit points of over a billion people skyrocketed exponentially, and his ranking plummeted even further. When people discussed the powerhouses of foreign civilizations on the Fate Platform, the Teutonic Faction was always mentioned in relation to Fritz at the top of the rankings — that tech geek who relied on an Engineering Manual to invent and create things.
No one knew who Hans Weber was.
He had been holding his breath in frustration for over ten days.
Until the Sequence War began.
He made his decision the very first second he saw the rules.
Individual Sequence Contest: all Survivors fight in single combat, the winner gains one victory, and the top ten receive rewards from the Magic Sea officials.
Faction Sequence Battle: takes the ranking of the team with the highest number of victories in that faction, scoring based only on the highest individual.
His analysis was simple.
The Faction Sequence Battle takes the highest value, not the cumulative value. Those powerhouses on the rankings — Victoria, Solomon, Igor — would definitely go to fight in the Faction Sequence Battle. Because they were the pillars of their respective civilizations, with responsibilities on their shoulders, they couldn't afford not to go.
They had to balance both sides, their energy dispersed, so the number of victories in the Individual Sequence Contest would naturally be limited.
As for him, he would only fight in the Individual Sequence Contest.
All his time, all his energy, all his matchmaking attempts—everything would be poured into the Individual Sequence Contest.
The Teutonic Faction's Faction Sequence Battle?
Fritz and his crowd would go fight in that.
With Fritz there, the Teutonic Faction's ranking wouldn't be too bad. In fact, even if he went, he wouldn't necessarily perform better than Fritz.
Therefore, it didn't require his worry.
Facts proved he had bet correctly.
Over three days, he had rushed from second place to first, pulling eleven victories ahead of the second-place Lin Ke.
Now, his name was everywhere on the Fate Platform.
"Who is Hans Weber? A Teuton? How did he suddenly pop up?"
"Gold Tier Lightning Giant Bear Bloodline, crushing everyone in every match, the win rate is absurdly high!"
"The new King of the Teutons??"
Watching these discussions, a surge of irrepressible pleasure welled up in his heart.
From now on, whenever someone mentioned the powerhouses of the Teutonic Faction — they would have to mention him. Not Fritz. Not that bookworm who only knew how to fix machines.
It would be him, Hans Weber.
As for that Fate Master Yang Hang —
Hans Weber's gaze swept downward.
126th place.
662 matches.
Unmoved.
He sneered.
Those 662 matches on the first day had indeed given him a fright.
He certainly wouldn't underestimate the strength of Fate Master Yang Hang.
So he had already mentally prepared himself to fight for second place at the time.
It turned out this person wasn't fighting anymore.
Too arrogant.
Hans Weber leaned against the cabin wall, arms crossed, his blue-gray eyes reflecting the golden light of the ranking list.
He admitted that Fate Master Yang Hang was strong. With the Cause and Effect Fate Platform combined with his personal strength, he was indeed the most terrifying existence on this Magic Sea.
But — it was absolutely impossible for him to be infinitely strong.
The Magic Sea couldn't possibly allow such an overpowered existence.
If a person were truly invincible to the point of crushing everything, what would be the point of this civilization trial?
The rules of the Magic Sea were balanced; civilizations with fewer people were tilted initial resources, merit was linked to survival, and there were checks and balances everywhere.
No matter how strong Fate Master Yang Hang was, he already had such a powerful Divine Artifact as the Cause and Effect Fate Platform; if his own individual strength were to transcend the Gold Tier as well, it would clearly be unreasonable.
He believed that perhaps the so-called Fate Master was much stronger than him, but not by an entire tier.
Therefore — he could catch up.
As long as he didn't stop and Yang Hang didn't move, this gap would widen with every match.
In the end —
Hans Weber closed his eyes, the arc of his mouth growing wider.
Top of the Individual Sequence Contest.
Get the Magic Sea official reward! Talent advancement! Treasure chest quality upgrade!
Then, with his advanced strength, he would throw himself into the Faction Sequence Battle.
Lead the Teutons to win first place in the Faction Sequence Battle!!!
He opened his eyes.
His blue-gray pupils were burning with something. Not Battle Intent.
It was ambition.
There were only six days left until the Individual Sequence Contest settlement day, the noon of the twenty-third day.
Six days.
Since Fate Master Yang Hang didn't take it seriously, he would exploit his arrogant psychology, utilizing every single minute and second, until he opened up an unbridgeable gap.
Hans opened his life ring, looking at his own name at the top of the list.
"You are too arrogant, Fate Master."
He said in a low voice.
"Do you think you can crush everyone just by fighting casually? Do you think a lead of 662 matches is safe enough?"
A hint of mockery flashed in his blue eyes.
"You control the Fate Platform, you manipulate four billion Earth Star Survivors, you are a god in everyone's eyes."
"But when the gods do not descend —"
He stood up.
The Lightning Giant Bear Bloodline surged on his body surface, blue-white electric arcs darting from his fingertips, crackling with sound.
"— Mortals shall take the seat of the gods."
He took a deep breath and clicked the matchmaking button for the Individual Sequence Contest.
A scene had already taken shape in his mind.
The twenty-fourth day. Settlement.
Top of the Individual Sequence Contest — Hans Weber.
Reward granted by the Magic Sea — Talent advancement.
Lightning Giant Bear Bloodline advancement.
At that time, his strength would completely surpass everyone else.
Afterwards, he would use this body to throw himself into the team battles following the Faction Sequence Battle, reaping points for the Teutonic Faction, snatching everything from the Yanhuang Civilization — merit, resources, talents.
Even —
The Cause and Effect Fate Platform.
Hans's pupils contracted slightly.
If he won the Faction Sequence Battle and the rankings were swapped, then the Cause and Effect Fate Platform —
He licked his lips.
Matchmaking successful.
His consciousness was pulled into the virtual space.
Opposite him stood a Fusang Survivor, sensing his aura, at most Silver Grade, holding a long spear.
Hans didn't even see the other person's face clearly.
Lightning exploded.
Three seconds.
Over.