Chapter 573: A One-of-a-Kind Man

Chapter 573: Chapter 573: A One-of-a-Kind Man

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Whoa, Anzen-san’s Tower of Paradise is already up and running?

This is an Actor: Yeah. For now it can barely sustain itself at minimum power consumption.

Watching the resplendent magic circle before him, the corners of Gerard’s mouth curled upward. Building this Tower of Paradise really did give him quite a sense of accomplishment. After all, he had used no power over laws at all in constructing the R-System here.

As Gerard saw it, the power over laws, or divine power... was really just a cheat code.

Clothe yourself in the power over laws, and anything contrary to reason can be made reasonable. It could even twist the world’s consciousness and form, smashing every scrap of common sense to pieces.

Laws could turn right into wrong and matter into nothingness; they could even make a man grow breasts. Never mind building some little Tower of Paradise, with the power over laws backing him, Gerard could conjure up a zero-cost version of the Tower of Paradise and the R-System with a single thought.

But to him, that would have been pointless.

It was like playing a city-building game. A home you built yourself from materials gathered all over the world, and one you spawned with a cheat trainer, the sense of accomplishment was completely different.

Of course.

Even if he wanted that sense of accomplishment, that didn’t mean Gerard would stop refining his power over laws. Quite the opposite, his main goal for the period ahead was to raise that power to a new height.

Because while he didn’t like using cheats, he hated being bullied by cheaters even more. Those so-called gods and saints were hardly all men of martial virtue. What they believed in, above all, was that the biggest fist is the truth.

So if Gerard wanted every world to play by his rules, he first had to become the one with the biggest fist.

Doujin Artist: By the way, what else can this Tower of Paradise do besides resurrect people?

Eriri was genuinely curious about the thing, she’d wondered about this exact question back when she watched Fairy Tail.

This is an Actor: All of its functions are tied to the soul. Soul fusion, soul-power enhancement, and soul tearing. For those of you with the power of a Shinigami, it wouldn’t do a thing.

The soul power of a captain-class Shinigami and that of an ordinary person were two entirely different orders of being.

The mages of Fairy Tail and the wizards of the Harry Potter world, though their soul power far exceeded an ordinary person’s, were still leagues apart from a captain-class Shinigami.

An R-System that worked on those mages and wizards could never affect a captain-class Shinigami at all.

Soul Society’s Villain: Soul fusion... do you mean the kind of fusion I’m thinking of?

Lazy Kitten: Hua-jie, which kind of fusion are you thinking of? Do elaborate.

Curly-haired Guy: Like, a human and a dog fusing their souls together?

Doujin Artist: Pfft! What would that turn into, a dog-head-person?

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Ehh? Following that line of thinking, couldn’t you actually create new species?

This is an Actor: What are you getting so excited about? There’s no such option. Even if a human’s and a dog’s souls did fuse, the result would lean toward whichever side had the stronger will. At most, a person would gain a dog’s traits, or a dog would gain a person’s traits.

If you truly wanted to create a dog-headed person, the Tower of Paradise definitely wouldn’t cut it. You’d need the power over laws, and you’d have to fix the template in place besides. Otherwise you might end up not with a dog-headed person, but a person-headed dog.

Soul Society’s Villain: Tsk, what a shame.

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: ? What’s a shame? Hua-jie, have you got some grudge against someone? Are you planning to inflict this kind of punishment on them?

Soul Society’s Villain: No, I’m simply approaching this from a research standpoint. I’d like to see what the dog-headed people from those fictional works would actually look like in reality.

Lazy Kitten: That doesn’t sound too hard to arrange, does it? Isn’t Eriri-chan over there in a fantasy world? Surely there’s got to be a dog-headed person somewhere for our Hua-jie to have a look at.

Doujin Artist: Sadly, there are no dog-headed people here.

She was fairly familiar with this Edwin Continent by now, and she knew a little about each of its races.

There were indeed quite a few orc tribes in the continent’s north, but those orcs really just looked like humans with extra ears and tails, their beast-kin features were hardly pronounced.

Perhaps their genes weren’t so very different from a human’s, because there was no reproductive barrier between them. In the capital of the southeastern province where she lived, there were plenty of half-orc descendants born of humans and orcs.

Curly-haired Guy: Tsk tsk, and you call that a fantasy world? It doesn’t have a shred of what makes a real fantasy world, does it? Trash!

Doujin Artist: I think something’s wrong with you. Since when did dog-headed people become the essence of a fantasy world? I absolutely cannot comprehend it!

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Sigh, now that’s unkind of you, little Eriri. You ought to cut Gintoki a little slack, after all, he’s not an ordinary human man.

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: ???

Lin Fengjiao: Question from the uninformed: what do you mean, not an ordinary human man?

Curly-haired Guy: You bastard, Deadpool, trying to mess with me again, huh?

Sakata Gintoki’s instincts screamed that something was off. He did not believe for a second that Deadpool was sticking up for him. This guy was bound to have some scheme lined up for him next.

Sure enough, right after his message went out,

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Gintoki is, after all, the one and only man in all the worlds who gets his period! Shouldn’t we all show a rare existence like him a bit more tolerance and care?

Curly-haired Guy: You gotta be kidding me!

Doujin Artist: Hahahaha, yes! I admit he’s absolutely right!

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: A man who gets his period. Not bad!

Wig Guy: I see, as expected of Gintoki.

Curly-haired Guy: Shut the hell up! And you, Deadpool, you bastard, why don’t you hurry up and die! Do you have any idea that your very existence is a pollution upon this world?!

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Oh, poor Gintoki. Rant all you like, if it eases the pain of your monthly visit.

Message sent, Deadpool very elegantly lifted the wineglass from the table and took a light sip. He sighed to himself, this, truly, was the life.

Gentle sunshine, a soft breeze, none of the city’s racket and pollution, and none of that damned Tony coming around to make trouble. Not only could he sunbathe here to his heart’s content, he could also watch Loki in the distance hard at work driving his walking tractor. A life like this was worth more than any fortune.

"Praise the sun." The corners of Deadpool’s mouth curved up, and he picked a grape from the table, ready to pop it into his mouth.

CRUNCH.

A figure plummeted from the sky, and a terrifying shockwave ran wild in every direction. Dark gray soil splattered everywhere, spraying into his open, waiting mouth.

Mmph.

Thanks to the sunlight it had been soaking in for so long, the soil even felt a little warm.

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