Chapter 429: My Main God Space (Two in One)

The fox demon inhaled sharply, its heart churning with a rising tide of shock. It swallowed hard.

"Um... Umbrella Corporation?!"

Faint, fragmented memories flickered in its mind. The ancient word "corporation" seemed to originate from the Ishdar civilization. But what did "Umbrella" signify? Hesitation gnawed at its thoughts.

The small white dog spoke, "The three characters for 'Umbrella' have already spanned across all time! They are read as 'Umbrella,' but written as 'Heaven-Obscuring!'"

"Heaven-Obscuring?" The fox demon was astonished, feeling an extreme shock. "Is this the Heaven-Obscuring Clan?"

The small white dog suddenly floated into the air, like a balloon, and calmly explained, "The character for 'Umbrella' symbolizes a great canopy, an umbrella that covers the entire sky of the world, spanning the long stretches of ancient and modern times!"

It continued:

"And the two characters for 'protection' imply that while we can slaughter countless beings, we can also shelter all life under heaven! Our clan has favored innumerable women, far exceeding the Great Emperor of Joy; we have slain trillions of creatures, far surpassing the Great Emperor Sakura. The zombies of ancient times are connected to us, and we possess scientific technology unimaginable to ordinary beings!"

The fox demon's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and fear.

"Indeed, 'Umbrella,' obscuring the heavens and the sun, truly is 'Heaven-Obscuring'... just these three words convey such dominance."

In ancient times, an entity capable of favoring countless women and slaughtering hundreds of millions was an incredible, supreme overlord! Such an existence was itself difficult to conceive, surely having caused world-shaking catastrophes and wielding immense power in ancient civilizations. And now, it was set to revive from ancient ages?! Moreover, a casual member of this race, sent to recruit new kin, was a Sixth-Tier Quasi-Emperor.

The fox Quasi-Emperor hesitated for a moment, then declared, "I am willing to join!"

"Excellent!"

The balloon fish was ecstatic. "Finally, I've managed to rope in a powerful demon beast!" This Quasi-Emperor was the strongest in the entire demon beast forest of the nearby mountain range.

Half a day later, the fox demon was led to a secret underground base. A red and black umbrella icon was etched onto a high-tech, magical silver metal gate. Inside, it found modern facilities and complex arcane machinery. It discovered many powerful demon beasts were already there. Even a fierce-looking Fifth-Tier Old Wolf, already seated before some strange screen-like machines, addressed it: "They assigned me a task to guide a newcomer, so I'm here to show you around..."

The Old Wolf patted its shoulder. "Brother, you're the first Sixth-Tier, and a Quasi-Emperor no less, in our Stone Wall Great Region's Umbrella Corporation branch. There's only one thing you need to do to join our Umbrella Corporation: learn how to run dungeons!"

The fox Quasi-Emperor: "???"

"What's a dungeon?"

The Old Wolf pointed to a common triangular electrical plug on the table, with a black wire extending from its back. Every Earthling's home had one of these, and the wolf spoke with immense pride: "Do you know what this is?"

The fox Quasi-Emperor had never seen such a thing and shook its head.

"This is called a plug!!"

The Old Wolf explained, showing off triumphantly: "The ancient Ishdar civilization used this to communicate with networks..."

"Ah! A plug?"

The fox was shocked, picking it up to examine, thinking it was a highly advanced piece of ancient technology. After all, the Ishdar people were extinct, and there were no living humans for these newly intelligent "zombies" to consume and absorb memories from.

It couldn't help but ask, "How is it used?"

"As the name implies, it's a plug. You plug it into the back of your head." The Old Wolf looked at it with a speechless expression, as if it were an idiot, then patted its shoulder again. "Newcomer, experience it well. The civilization of the ancient Ishdar people was truly terrifying."

A... plug??

What in the world?!

The fox demon's face was filled with shock. So, the Ishdar people all connected to the network using plugs? Plug this into their heads? A sense of unease began to grow within it; something felt off, and it looked like it would hurt a lot!

It struggled internally. Having cultivated peacefully until now, with exceptional talent, reigning supreme in that demon beast mountain range, and never having sustained serious injuries, it was quite afraid of pain...

The Old Wolf added, "It'll hurt a little the first time, but this is the triangular mark of our Umbrella Corporation members, like a stamped totem. Every one of us has this mark on the back of our heads... Low-tier demon beasts usually don't even get the chance! This is our honor!"

The fox fell silent for a moment. Perhaps... low-tier demon beasts' life force was too weak; they'd die instantly upon plugging it in? It imagined the scene and found it terrifying.

"Why are you chickening out? I'll wait for you in the Main God's Dimension," the Old Wolf said.

The fox Quasi-Emperor stared blankly, then picked up the mysterious triangular plug. Its end resembled three sharp, snowy-white blades. Gritting its teeth, it plunged it into the back of its head.

*Thwack!*

A bloody mess ensued. The other end of the plug seemed to connect to something, communicating with its demonic core. It entered a vast, simple, white expanse of consciousness. In this space, there were various figures moving about, and the Old Wolf from earlier was also there.

"This... this is too powerful! This is ancient Ishdar technology—conscious network communication!?"

The fox Quasi-Emperor was aware that this was the Ishdar's most potent technology, which allowed them to establish a special network, and it was also the reason for their demise, as network establishment led to the spread and proliferation of viruses.

"It's fine, we ourselves are a new type of virus," the Old Wolf demon beast beside it said. "And we're still constantly mutating. It's said we're already on the thirty-eighth generation, continuously becoming more stable... It's even become impossible to alter or invade our brains. As long as our population base is large enough, no one can decipher our minds, not even ourselves..."

The fox Quasi-Emperor nodded. If it hadn't actively projected its "spiritual sense," it would have been impossible to enter through the plug. Life was still evolving, and their brains were still evolving. It was still a primitive era, and even they didn't know what they would become in the future.

Even terrifying viruses, accompanied by mutations, had begun to forcefully imbue surrounding plants with demonic cores, infecting them. The world was becoming horrifying, and the new humans were also growing stronger. They too faced internal anxieties, like the Great Emperor of Joy... There were too many crises, which was also why it chose to join Umbrella.

It looked around with curiosity.

In the vast white space, powerful individuals were discussing amongst themselves. Their general cultivation levels were only at the Third or Fourth Tier; the fox alone could sweep them all aside.

"Ugh! I just ran the Shu Mountain dungeon, and as expected for a difficult solo dungeon, it was too hard! My Ling'er... next time, I definitely need to cultivate the 'Sword Control Technique' skill in the Ten-Mile Slope Novice Village first, become the Sword God of Ten-Mile Slope, and then push through all the way."

"Is it that hardcore?" someone whispered.

"How could it not be hardcore? This damn skill, I had to learn it hundreds of times from the Wine Sword Immortal boss inside the dungeon before it even showed 'Basic Sword Control Technique 1'!" another whispered. "After all, our brains are already very difficult to invade; changing existing memories is impossible. Even if we actively open our brains to receive external data, it's extremely difficult. It's useless without trying many times!"

"Hardcore?" What did that mean? The fox Quasi-Emperor zoned out; it found everything very strange.

Among the crowd, someone shouted:

"Anyone want to team up for the Great Emperor of Joy dungeon?"

"No way, no way! That's a randomly assigned five-person scenario. The five of us were damned and dropped into Twelve Cities, turned into women, and were constantly cultivating. Then, the Great Emperor of Joy just happened to take an interest, and we were instantly..." A tall, muscular wild boar demon beast gasped. "The failure penalty is too severe; it truly is a hell-level dungeon. If it weren't for the 'Body Cultivation Specialization' skill drop inside, I would have stopped going long ago."

The fox Quasi-Emperor looked at the cheerful and lively atmosphere, feeling inwardly horrified.

Skills? Cultivation? Running dungeons? Main God's Dimension?

One by one, these Earthling terms continuously assaulted it, shattering the worldview of this primitive demon beast native.

"What's a dungeon?" it asked, its mouth agape in surprise.

"Brother, dungeons are great! They have many hidden skill rewards, and upon clearing a dungeon, you'll be rewarded with even more powerful skills based on your completion rate. You'll understand the benefits once you've run one. But running dungeons costs points. There are many ways to earn points, such as submitting your special skills to enrich the Umbrella Corporation's database... or submitting valuable materials and demonic cores by completing point-based tasks assigned by the Umbrella Corporation."

The Old Wolf added, "The Umbrella Corporation is theoretically completely free, but if you betray us or do anything against the Umbrella Corporation, don't blame us if we issue a point-based bounty and hunt you down."

The fox Quasi-Emperor shivered, looking at the powerful individuals around it, goosebumps erupting on its skin.

"I'd like to exchange for some points," the fox Quasi-Emperor said after a moment's thought, producing some Fifth and Sixth-Tier demonic cores—its personal savings.

"These... will allow you to run the Resident Evil dungeon," the Old Wolf calculated, then said meaningfully, "This is a good opportunity to learn about our Umbrella Corporation's history, and the difficulty isn't too high for a newcomer, especially since you're very strong."

A moment later.

A screen of information appeared before its eyes.

"Resident Evil, loading..."

When it came to its senses, it found itself in an open clearing, transformed into an ordinary man holding a handgun.

"You're finally awake?"

Beside it, individuals introducing themselves as Alice, Rain, and Matt told him they needed to fight their way through the hordes of zombies to reach the Umbrella Corporation's bio-lab, "The Hive," and stop the bioweapon virus from spreading outside and infecting all of humanity.

At the same time, a mission prompt appeared before its eyes:

"Assist Alice and others in completing the mission and ensure Alice's safety. Mission performance will be rated based on completion (Mission completion above 90% unlocks Resident Evil 2 dungeon)."

"Umbrella Corporation?"

"The Hive? Spreading bioweapon viruses!?"

The fox Quasi-Emperor's fur stood on end. Was this the terrifying truth of the Umbrella Corporation from the previous era of civilization?

"What kind of terrorist organization have I joined!?" The fox Quasi-Emperor's vertical pupils nearly bulged out of its head, and it almost bit off its tongue, staring at the scene in disbelief.

It began to explore this "dungeon" and learn about the Umbrella Corporation's history.

"This really is a cultivation game, my friends!"

How could the primitive natives of this post-apocalyptic world have ever encountered dungeons? Or a Main God's Dimension? A game world?

"The Ishdar people were sitting on a treasure trove, too lazy to develop such 'inferior' technology... but I'm different! I've grasped some of the Ishdar's network arcane energy technology. While the methods are crude, they work!"

A balloon, now transformed into a tech enthusiast, lay on the ground, constantly tinkering with programs and mechanical software. "But it's still so hard. The Resident Evil world dungeon is easy enough to create; each brain's demonic core is a character's AI intelligence, and linking them together forms a virtual world."

He looked at a pile of octahedron-shaped brains. Over a hundred demonic cores, forming crystalline aggregates, represented the more than one hundred internal characters of the Resident Evil dungeon. Among them, protagonists like Alice were played by powerful Sixth-Tier demonic cores. This ensured that every character within had its own brain and logic.

Inside the dungeons, there were rewards and opportunities for skill learning!

Moreover, the bosses within were designed to be very challenging, with plenty of combat, effectively serving as a virtual training ground. This allowed them to cultivate and learn skills, becoming proficient, and if they died inside, it merely resulted in a deduction of points.

"It's like they can constantly grow stronger just by sitting here, without experiencing real combat!"

"Laboratory dungeons like Resident Evil 1 are fine, not requiring too many participants, but for grander worlds, far too many demonic cores are needed. I'll have to keep exploiting them," he said, looking exasperated.

After finishing the daily server maintenance, Xia Niming sat in front of the computer, a glimmer of realization finally dawning on him.

He felt he had truly endured a lot!

Seventy or eighty years had passed, and he had finally cultivated to the Sixth-Tier Quasi-Emperor stage. This wasn't a fast pace, far from those cannibalistic powerhouses, but he was content.

"Now it's my turn to rise," he said with a calm expression. "In this world, everyone has their own way and talent to rise. I may not be strong, but the one who can adapt to the times and find opportunities is the true victor."

From before he even arrived, he had actively evolved into a balloon fish, firmly believing this principle: he couldn't change or create an era, only find opportunities. That's why transforming into a ghost was also an attempt to adapt to that era within the Three Realms.

"In this world, heroes are often made by the times! The tide of an era propels the emergence of heroes."

His expression hardened again. He had always been a prudent person, deciding this time not to be led astray by those idiotic players again, and certainly not daring to provoke that bunch, or even say "idiots, disperse," lest he be teased once more.

"It's been many years since I contacted those guys outside. After all, for them, only two or three hours have passed..."

He thought for a moment, seeing that things didn't require his constant attention, and decided to relax for a while. He went online, looked at the bustling forum, and posted:

"Shocking! An Earthling Transmigrates to Another World as a Main God, Establishes My Main God's Dimension—A Main God's Dimension Construction Story!"