Chapter 49: Shall We Sing a Song?

Chapter 49: Shall We Sing a Song?

Staring into the pitch-black forest, Binse was filled with regret.

Regret for his recklessness;

Even more regret for his arrogance!

Ever since he first encountered magic and Battle Aura on the internet, his confidence had been swelling uncontrollably.

Meditation sharpened his focus and perception day by day;

Battle Aura granted him greater endurance and explosive power;

The techniques "Ice Blade" and "Ice Fist," learned from online classes, made him bold enough to fight beasts barehanded.

All of this made him increasingly daring—and increasingly conceited.

He gathered the village youths, hunting birds, catching fish, flying hawks, and chasing hounds.

At first, they only hunted small prey like rabbits and wild birds nearby, practicing their magic and footwork.

But as their success rate grew, they were no longer satisfied with such small game and turned their eyes toward the depths of the forest.

Initially, their hauls were meager, but as they refined their methods—especially after discussing and sharing experiences with like-minded individuals on the internet—their success rate soared.

They even managed to kill a black bear, shocking the entire village.

The village had always been rough and bold by nature, and with the thrill of the hunt, no one restrained them anymore.

Who could have guessed that disaster would strike at the peak of their pride?

Perhaps because winter was approaching, animals that could hibernate had already begun to do so, while those that couldn’t migrated deeper into the warmer parts of the forest.

Binse and his group had spent the entire day outside without a single worthwhile catch, leaving them frustrated.

So when they spotted a deer, they chased after it with reckless abandon.

Only after killing it did they realize—they were lost.

They had ventured into the depths of the forest, where even the village’s oldest hunters had never set foot!

As night fell, the faint howls of beasts in the distance finally awakened the primal fear buried deep in their souls.

But it was too late.

Even with the internet, allowing them to contact the village at any time, it was useless.

Without landmarks, in complete darkness, surrounded by dense trees, they didn’t even dare to turn on the internet’s lighting function, afraid it might attract more ferocious magical beasts.

Some of them even spoke with trembling voices.

"Binse… do you think we’ll die here?"

Amidst another faint beastly howl, a young man shivered as he asked, desperate for even the slightest shred of reassurance from Binse.

"No. We won’t die."

"But… how do we get out of here?"

"This is all your fault! Why did you have to chase that deer?"

The voices of his companions—filled with fear, complaints, or despair—only made Binse feel more guilty and panicked.

Just then, a voice communication request echoed in the depths of his soul.

Instinctively, he opened the internet and saw a message from Old Farmer Har: "Binse, climb to the treetop and look around—where is there light?"

Binse froze, then gritted his teeth and scrambled up the nearest tree.

Soon, he reached the swaying treetop, his body rocking with the slender branches. He scanned the horizon and soon spotted a faint glow amidst the endless black.

"I see light!"

"That's the village, don't stop, hurry! We can't hold on much longer."

"Got it."

Binse didn't dare ask more. He jumped down from the tree, called out to his companions, and sprinted madly toward the light.

The mountain path was rugged, forcing them to detour, leap over streams, and weave around obstacles.

Binse had to occasionally climb trees to spot the light source and confirm their direction.

Slowly, the roars of beasts grew fainter, and the surroundings became more familiar.

They had finally found their way home.

When they burst out of the forest, they saw the village glowing in the distance like a sun, radiating scorching brightness in the darkness.

As they drew closer, Binse's vision suddenly blurred.

Countless villagers—young and old, perched on treetops or standing atop roofs—were all doing one thing: activating the internet's lighting function.

Countless beams of Inch Light coalesced into a light burst, illuminating their path home.

"Wonderful! Binse and the others are back!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The villagers cheered. Many, exhausted from sustaining the lighting function for so long, collapsed from depleted Soul Power and fainted on the spot.

Some women, upon seeing their children safe, alternated between hitting and scolding them in their excitement.

After the scolding, they suddenly dropped to their knees, offering devout gratitude to the Internet God in the unseen beyond.

Old Farmer Har watched the chaotic scene and couldn’t help wiping his eyes.

If the internet had existed in his youth, would his brother still be alive today?

Old Farmer Har didn’t know, but he knew one thing for certain—life had truly gotten better.

Thank you, Lord Ajef!

Thank you, Internet God!

...

Yu Sheng'an, who had spent the night at the border of the Keville Empire, watched the villagers' post-disaster reunion through his Divine Perspective and allowed himself a faint smile.

He hadn’t expected that casually observing an old farmer he’d encountered would lead to such a scene.

It suddenly sparked a wild idea in his mind—what if his internet had a map and location feature? Wouldn’t that make everyone’s lives even more convenient?

Undoubtedly.

Thinking deeper, if he could actually develop such a feature, it wouldn’t just benefit civilians—it would also aid military development.

The thought made Yu Sheng'an quietly excited.

But when he pondered how to implement it, his head immediately started aching again.

Too difficult!

How was he, a god presiding over language and writing, supposed to handle maps? Or positioning?

He hadn’t even perfected the image function yet!

Yu Sheng'an scratched his head, musing that he should take the chance to investigate which gods and Divine Spark authorities in this world could solve these technical challenges.

If the opportunity arose, he’d seize their divine sparks.

Otherwise, given his academic shortcomings, relying on magic to figure it out would take who knew how long!

Magic cultivation knew no haste.

A week later, the delegation finally arrived at the Divine Kingdom on Earth of the Music Goddess Aphnora—Vias.

It was a city built within the Lanlun Mountain Basin.

From afar, a structure resembling countless unevenly sized pillars stacked together soared into the sky.

Strange energy ripples spread outward from the top of the building, enveloping the entire basin.

Yu Sheng'an pulled open the carriage window, gazing at the distant city with a peculiar light in his eyes.

Since crossing over, this was the first time he had truly come into contact with the power of another Godhood!

If magic could be likened to the structured logic of science,

then Godhood was the unrestrained creativity of the arts—utterly unreasonable, unpredictable, and indescribable in nature.

If Yu Sheng'an could construct the vast internet system with just a single Contract Godhood, how much more mysterious must the Music Godhood be?

Was it truly as limited in power as the rumors suggested?

Yu Sheng'an felt a faint thrill of excitement.

The delegation came to a halt before the city gates. To Yu Sheng'an's astonishment, a group of young women poured out from the city, surrounding the delegation as they gracefully danced.

As they moved, they sang a melodious and enchanting song—clearly part of a welcoming ceremony.

Once the dance and song concluded,

Meg walked up to the carriage with a grin and said to Yu Sheng'an, "Mr. Ajef, how about singing us a song?"

"Eh?" Yu Sheng'an was stunned.