When "God" Decides To Start Over

"If I could kill off some of those S-Class Demon Spirits in the Void Realm, it should be easy for the Jedi Knight to advance to S-Class." This thought flashed through Li Xiu's mind, but unfortunately, it wasn't very realistic.

The Super Spirit Bone was sent to Ximen Guan for research, which made Ximen Guan very happy, and he expressed that he would study this material thoroughly.

Lightspeed No. 2 is still under construction, but it definitely won't be completed before the Demon Spirit Tournament.

Li Xiu knew that constructing Lightspeed No. 2 wasn't that easy, so he didn't push Ximen Guan further.

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Recently, Meng Xiaotian has been feeling a bit down. He's been searching for that Magic Armor Master in Ghost-faced Magic Armor for a long time, yet hasn't found anyone.

Recently, he was assigned to the City of Light to investigate some Demon Spirit Tournament, which made him quite annoyed.

Meng Xiaotian always believed that only Magic Armor Masters and Demon Armor could save the world. Although he had heard about the Trial Takers and Demon Spirits, he never really cared.

"No matter how strong the Trial Taker is, they're still flesh and blood, how can they compare to the products of technology? What's so interesting about a Demon Spirit Tournament held in some obscure little town? Haven't those guys ever read history books? When has any significant human progress not been led by technological advancements? When have a group of muscle-bound men with a bunch of pets ever changed the world? If muscles were useful, dinosaurs would still be the rulers of Earth. Didn't primitive humans have more developed muscles than modern people? Yet they still vanished into the long river of history..." Meng Xiaotian grumbled as he walked into the City of Light.

"Such a small lousy town, I really don't see what's worth seeing here." Meng Xiaotian wandered around once and felt more and more that his trip was completely unnecessary.

This city is too small. Even in the Southern Cross Federation, with its many small towns, such a small place is rare to see.

A city that can stand on its own should have at least a population of over a hundred thousand. Even this small town might not even house ten thousand people.

"Excuse me, sir, but photos are currently prohibited here." A security guard-looking person came over to stop Meng Xiaotian from taking photos outside the newly constructed Demon Spirit Arena.

"I'm Meng Xiaotian, a broadcaster on the Hero Platform, hoping to report on your Demon Spirit Tournament. I hope you can make it convenient for me," Meng Xiaotian said with a smile.

As a broadcaster specializing in Demon Armor, he has a certain reputation on the platform. Although this was just a smokescreen to hide his true identity, he has achieved some small successes.

"Sorry, sir, we do not accept interviews," the security guard did not recognize Meng Xiaotian at all and insisted on asking him to leave.

"You hold a Demon Spirit Tournament, and you definitely need media coverage. I have millions of fans and can promote you perfectly, for free, with no charge at all." Meng Xiaotian boasted about his fanbase, which, although mostly comprised of fake followers, sounded quite impressive.

"Sorry, please leave." The security guard wasn't swayed by Meng Xiaotian's words and still had no intention of letting him through.

"I want to meet the person in charge here." Meng Xiaotian thought the security guard was just an uneducated fool, not worth wasting words on.

If the person in charge knew that he, a major broadcaster with millions of fans, was willing to promote their Demon Spirit Tournament for free, they'd be eager to cater, maybe even offering good food and drinks, and asking him to say a few good words during his promotion.

Hearing Meng Xiaotian's request to see the person in charge, the security guard said nothing more and spoke a few words into his radio. Soon, several security guards brought someone over.

Seeing that the newcomer was a charismatic beauty in a red tight skirt and red leather boots, with long legs dangerous enough to kill, Meng Xiaotian's heart overflowed with joy. He thought, "Though this little lousy town isn't much, the women are quite hot. If this beauty speaks nicely, I might actually consider promoting them."

As the beauty approached, Meng Xiaotian smiled, extended his hand, and said, "Hello, beauty, I'm Meng Xiaotian, a broadcaster on the Hero Platform."

But the beauty walked right past him, without acknowledging him, only leaving behind a sentence: "No interviews."

Meng Xiaotian stood there dumbfounded. After all these years of traveling north and south, it was the first time he had been treated like this.

"The people from a small lousy town, what's there to be so arrogant about?" Meng Xiaotian fumed, but the person was already in the car and gone, leaving him without a vent for his anger.

"Please, sir." The security guard politely gestured for him to leave.

"Hmph." Meng Xiaotian turned and left, deciding to give this little town some "publicity."

After returning, Meng Xiaotian immediately began drafting his script with fervor.

However, his script wasn't about mocking or exposing, but rather praising—to the extreme. He intended to exalt the City of Light and the Demon Spirit Tournament to the heavens.

As a professional, Meng Xiaotian was all too aware that for a town without any foundation, the higher they're praised, the harder they'll fall later.

Working day and night, Meng Xiaotian soon released a video titled "The Demon Spirit Capital That Made Magic Armor Masters Cry—City of Light" in his column.

Meng Xiaotian watched the video once, and was quite pleased with the script. With just one video, he managed to make the City of Light simultaneously offend both the Magic Armor Masters and Trial Takers. He could already foresee the city becoming the target of public criticism and its subsequent downfall.

Soon, the comments section was filled with sarcasm and insults, but Meng Xiaotian remained unperturbed—that was exactly what he wanted.

What Meng Xiaotian hadn't anticipated was that the video unexpectedly went viral. Though his actual fanbase was only a few tens of thousands, the video's views continued to climb and even got featured on the platform's homepage. In just two days, it garnered millions of views and tens of thousands of real comments.

However, the platform's category for the push was under the 'Comedy' section.

Reading through each taunting and sarcastic comment in the section, Meng Xiaotian felt extremely satisfied.

"Once the Demon Spirit Tournament begins, I'll make another comedy video, doing a funny comparison between Demon Spirits and Demon Armor. Who knows, it might really blow up, and I'll become a true broadcaster with millions of fans," Meng Xiaotian mused about how to design subsequent videos after the Demon Spirit Tournament begins.