I, the creator of the evil god!

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Importance of Fishing Posts! The Legendary Trash Prodigy!

Sun Jun, an Awakened individual for two and a half years, possessed only first-tier Awakening strength. Despite his unimpressive power, his smooth personality had earned him a fair number of friends.

However, his lack of strength often subjected him to disdain. While he wore a sycophantic smile in the presence of other Awakened, behind closed doors, he loved boasting and showing off—albeit in his own unique way. His preferred stage was the internet, where he would comment grandiosely.

Particularly fond of commenting under posts about the Awakened, Sun Jun enjoyed giving lofty advice to ordinary people. Posts from those aspiring to awaken provided him particular satisfaction. Among his peers, he was just a rookie chicken; online, however, he wielded his might with a heavy hand.

“Without me, the keyboard warrior, the path of roasting would be as dark as eternal night. Keyboard, come to me!”

Today, as usual, Sun Jun browsed forums dedicated to the Awakened, hunting for intriguing posts where he could “enlighten” others about the harsh realities of the Awakened world. As he scrolled, he commented:

“Can Awakened individuals extend their lifespans? Of course! Stronger Awakened individuals can live for up to two hundred years, and with the right treasures, three hundred isn’t out of the question.”

Despite his low rank, Sun Jun was genuinely an Awakened individual and had accumulated some useful information. By piecing together bits of truth with a sprinkle of fabrication, he spoke with the air of a master.

Such responses, blending practicality and authority, naturally attracted attention. His replies garnered likes, comments, and even a barrage of “666” praise. Some users even messaged him privately, calling him “Big Shot.”

This flattery brought an uncontrollable grin to Sun Jun’s face. Feigning nonchalance, he left that thread to hunt for other posts, ready to bask in more adulation.

As he scrolled, one particular post caught his attention:

“Do the Awakened have their own forums or private discussion spaces? Their world seems so mysterious!”

A forum for the Awakened?

Sun Jun’s expression froze. Such forums did exist but were only accessible to second-tier Awakened individuals. They allowed members to seek assistance and trade resources, making them both convenient and efficient.

Unfortunately, Sun Jun had been stuck at first-tier Awakening for over two years, unable to make progress, and thus couldn’t register an account. This limitation had often subjected him to the pitying gazes of his friends whenever they discussed these forums, wounding his pride and leaving a lasting scar.

The question brought an abrupt end to Sun Jun’s good mood. He quickly checked the poster’s profile.

“Master of a Thousand Monsters? What a ridiculous name. Probably some primary school kid. A ‘Master of Monsters’? Be careful you don’t get eaten by one someday,” he muttered, venting his irritation.

Still, eager to regain his mood, Sun Jun’s fingers flew across the keyboard, crafting a reply:

“Of course. Do you think the Awakened mingle with ordinary people? Their discussions are on a whole other level, like how to annihilate monsters. The stakes are high, you know.”

Confident he would soon ascend to second-tier and gain forum access, Sun Jun pre-emptively flaunted his superiority.

“See? The Awakened are a busy and powerful bunch.”

The post’s author, Lu Yu, had deliberately cast a wide net online, fishing for useful information. However, while many netizens had the time to comment, few possessed the knowledge to answer his queries, leaving his post unanswered for an hour. Just as he considered offering a reward, a reply appeared from a user named “Peerless Genius.”

“Peerless Genius? What an over-the-top name,” Lu Yu mused, raising an eyebrow. His realistic mindset compelled him to criticise such pretentiousness. As someone armed with the Monster Creator System, his path to becoming the “Master of a Thousand Monsters” was a matter of time. In contrast, “Peerless Genius” reeked of childish fantasy.

Yet, the reply seemed plausible enough to pique Lu Yu’s interest. He began reviewing the user’s past comments, growing increasingly delighted with each post.

“Could this guy actually be an Awakened individual?”

Peerless Genius? Could he be a prodigy among the Awakened?

But recalling the weakling Awakened individuals he encountered the other night—allegedly the city’s last line of defence—Lu Yu’s lips curled into a sneer.

“Prodigy of trash… should I call him Trash Prodigy or Prodigy Trash?”

Still, did these Awakened individuals really discuss such high-level topics?

“Why were they cowering like frightened rabbits last night?”

Feigning ignorance, Lu Yu replied:

“Does entering the forum require exceptional credentials and strength?”

“Naturally!” Sun Jun replied with a smug smile.

“Only second-tier Awakened can submit their credentials to apply for an account. Once registered, they can post, trade resources, and more.”

Credentials?

Lu Yu frowned. With the power of two Morningstar Beasts at his disposal, his strength far surpassed the threshold for application. However, submitting personal information wasn’t an option. He had no desire to come into contact with the military.

Perhaps he could steal an account?

Peerless Genius seemed well-informed. Could he possess a login? Maybe Lu Yu could impersonate a girl, lure him out, and lock him in a dark room for interrogation?

As Lu Yu entertained the idea of such underhanded tactics, Sun Jun, lounging in his South District home, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as though a predator’s eyes were on him.

“Damn it, why hasn’t this guy replied yet? Stop leaving me hanging and start praising me! Don’t leave this Big Shot waiting!”

Sun Jun grumbled, growing impatient at Lu Yu’s delayed response. His initial joy was wearing thin.

After an agonising minute, Lu Yu’s reply finally arrived.