Chapter Fifty-Seven: Transformation

Using laser weapons to strike deities...

The Black Dragon was momentarily stunned by the idea, but soon understood—the prospects of pulse laser weapons were indeed boundless. In the end, such technology could even yield the legendary star-annihilation cannon, capable of shattering a star with a single shot. Though the current laser weapons hadn’t reached such strength, they were more than sufficient to deal with a few malevolent gods in the heavens.

Truly, the great Mechanical Church is the only true god!

The Black Dragon felt a sense of pride, though he couldn’t help but regret that the Summer Nation’s technological development was still far from maturity. If it had reached its peak, they could have deployed the star-annihilation cannon and obliterated all the gods above. Even the Sun God would not be exempt—a single act of disobedience, and he would be dealt with accordingly. Worst case, they could simply create their own sun.

...

“Our country... must have tried to contact these celestial deities, right?” the Black Dragon mused, then asked, “How did they respond?”

“Yes,” Ding Xuewen replied. “Once we discovered that the stars above were no longer mere material bodies, but mysterious lifeforms with self-awareness, our nation repeatedly sent radio signals, hoping to elicit a response for friendly communication and exchange.”

“Unfortunately, to this day, we have received no reply whatsoever.”

“That’s odd...” The Black Dragon was perplexed. “According to the records, these native gods are usually quite active—each one delivers at least a hundred divine edicts and twenty divine punishments annually. Why, then, are they collectively silent when it comes to our Summer Nation?”

“We find it very strange as well,” Ding Xuewen agreed, nodding deeply. “Our country’s resources and population are immensely attractive to the native gods—they constantly seek to consume us completely.”

“Under normal circumstances, even if they are highly dissatisfied—or even disgusted—with our nation or our system, they shouldn’t remain entirely silent. At the very least, they would hurl a few threats, issue a declaration of war, or a final ultimatum.”

“But in reality, it’s not so. It’s as if all the gods agreed to never contact our authorities, regardless of whether they are benevolent or malevolent.”

“We strongly suspect they are concealing something. If they were to contact us directly, they might inadvertently reveal secrets about themselves...”

...

Until nightfall, the follower of the Goddess of Love didn’t call again. Presumably, Freya sensed something amiss and stopped her devotee’s reckless actions.

Speaking of which, that young woman was truly stubborn. After a few provocations from Gao Ying, her defenses shattered, and she readily accepted the challenge for an offline confrontation, nearly exposing her real name and personal information. How could someone with such intellect be chosen as Freya’s saint?

The Black Dragon was speechless. No wonder Freya was merely a minor deity, whose presence and combat strength among the native gods were unimpressive.

Why would such a deity go to such lengths to seek out me, the Black Dragon?

Not only was Huang Ze curious, but the entire research team was puzzled as well.

After all, dragons had never been followers of the Goddess of Love. Their complex and ever-changing nature made pure romance impossible. Their ancient and noble bloodline would never permit a minor deity to meddle in their affairs of the heart.

“Sigh... Why make things so complicated? If there’s something you want, just message me directly.”

Most of the staff had already left for the day. Huang Ze, alone in dragon form, gazed at the stars, peering toward a dim star in the southwestern night sky, and sighed.

That dim star was said to be Freya’s divine realm.

It wasn’t just Freya who wanted to contact the Black Dragon—the Black Dragon also wanted to contact her. He had grand business and major projects he wished to collaborate on.

“My eyesight... seems rather lacking. I can’t even see the stars clearly, much worse than a telescope. This is hardly befitting a supernatural creature...”

He muttered to himself, wondering if dragons could wear glasses. With his fierce visage, a pair of glasses might make him look much more refined.

“Perhaps I don’t need glasses... Maybe I can try modifying my own retina...”

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

Supernatural beings possessed extraordinary control over their bodies. Especially after absorbing vast amounts of electricity, the Black Dragon had grown increasingly adept at manipulating his organs, his mastery of power more exquisite than ever. Even though anything below the micron scale was shrouded in dense fog, the Black Dragon still had a strong intuition—

As long as he focused his attention on a specific part of his body, he could use his willpower to reshape and rearrange each cell there, strengthening the organ.

“Adjusting the focal length of the retina... shouldn’t be difficult!”

No sooner thought than done, the Black Dragon closed his eyes and concentrated, preparing to perform an upgrade on his own retina.

Under the force of his powerful will, a torrent of electric charge surged from his heart, gathering in his eyes. The spectacle was so grand that even through thick black dragon scales, electric light could be seen coursing within.

“Mr. Huang... what’s happening?” The on-duty staff, witnessing the scene, was shocked and shouted in alarm.

The Black Dragon paid no heed, focused on modifying his eyes.

“...Mr. Huang! Be careful! Your eyes are smoking!”

The Black Dragon: “...”

Seeing no response, the staff hurriedly called Ding Xuewen and the others.

After all, the Black Dragon was a national treasure. If anything happened to him, how could they bear the responsibility?

By the time Ding Xuewen and his team arrived, the Black Dragon had already completed his ocular transformation.

Indeed, electricity was the most efficient and perfect secondary energy source. With its help, the Black Dragon easily performed subtle adjustments to his retina. It was a simple task, especially since the modification wasn’t complex—humans could correct their vision in mere seconds, and he took several minutes, which was already quite slow.

“Mr. Huang... what happened?” Ding Xuewen, out of breath, rushed over. The staff had just sent him a video of the Black Dragon erupting with electricity, which had nearly scared him to death—he thought the Black Dragon had overcharged and exploded.

“It’s nothing... Just felt my eyes weren’t quite up to the task, so I modified them myself,” the Black Dragon replied, blinking to cool his eyes.