Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 469

Chapter 467 My surname is Jiang

The adventurer, fresh from the dungeon, was exhausted and breathless even as he walked.

He had been taking stamina potions continuously during the dungeon battle, which had put him in a day-long cooldown period, rendering them ineffective.

He stumbled into a small grove, axe in hand, feeling thirsty.

Having run out of water in the dungeon, he remembered a small river nearby, and after searching for a while, he quickly found one.

As he bent down to drink, the adventurer’s axe fell into the water.

“My axe!”

the adventurer lamented. It was a gift he had bought himself when he became a Level 3 adventurer, and it held immense significance.

Just as he was about to descend into the river to retrieve it, a golden light shone across the surface, and a towering figure, clutching two axes, appeared before him.

“Tired adventurer, did you lose this legendary Axe of Creation, or this Level 5 Axe of Creation?”

the adventurer was confused, thinking he was hallucinating from exhaustion.

A legendary weapon? Level 5 weapons? Even if he sold himself, he couldn’t afford these two axes.

“What I lost wasn’t the Sky-Splitting Axe or the Mountain-Splitting Axe, but just a very ordinary Level 3 axe.”

The figure expressed relief. “Young adventurer, given your kindness and integrity, I will give you these two axes, plus your own, for a total of three axes.”

“May I ask who you are?”

“I am the River God.”

The adventurer stood there, stunned, holding the three axes.

Legendary weapons, enough to buy a title in the Empire and become a small lord on the frontier with food and clothing afloat and hundreds of thousands of territories.

How could such weapons appear in his hands out of nowhere?

The adventurer regained consciousness and wanted to ask the River God some questions, but the River God had already disappeared into the river, no trace left.

“River God… God!”

The adventurer realized the weight of the title. “River” wasn’t important; what mattered was “God.”

There were only seven gods in the world of Ella. How could another one appear so quietly?

The adventurer effortlessly swung the legendary axe, splitting the earth with its sheer sharpness, requiring no skill.

This was the real deal.

The adventurer had sold the level 5 axe, generating a fortune that allowed him to buy a house in the city and hire a maid and a housekeeper.

He decided to keep the legendary axe and his own level 3 axe.

The adventurer loved drinking, and he often got drunk in the tavern, leaving those who knew him wondering where his money came from.

Had he been sober, he would have kept his chance secret, but now, drunk and wanting to show off, he recounted his encounter with the river god. Driven

by his vanity, he exaggerated his story, transforming the river god, who had appeared so insignificantly, into something like the dawn of chaos.

Upon hearing this news, the patrons rushed to the place the adventurer had mentioned and threw their money into the water.

However, this time, the river god did not appear, and the people, resigned to their fate, went down to the river to retrieve the items.

“You can’t do that. The River God possesses immense magical power and can discern authenticity. You’re throwing things into the river with impure intentions, and the River God will naturally ignore you.” A voice echoed from the crowd.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Lance, the former magician of the Brave Squad.”

As the youngest magician, Lance’s name was widely known among the adventurers.

He casually performed a spell only a high-level magician could summon, convincing the crowd.

Someone asked, “What is the origin of this River God?”

At this question, Lance became extremely excited, his eyes blazing with enthusiasm. “You don’t know the River God? No wonder. This god is so low-key and powerful, so few people know about him.”

“How did you know about the River God?”

The crowd told Lance about the adventurers’ acquisition of the legendary axe.

“A legendary axe, a level five axe. You know what that means? It means the River God can create something out of nothing!”

“What!” The crowd was shocked. The River God’s power was too vast; not even the God of Light could do that.

Thinking about it carefully, the River God should indeed be able to create things out of thin air, otherwise where did those two axes come from?

Seeing people’s surprise, Lance relaxed: “If you knew the origin of the River God, you wouldn’t be so surprised.”

“Do you think that as a river god, He is just the god of this small stream? How is that possible? How can a small stream bear the weight of a god?”

“The River God is the god of the Chaos River!”

“Chaos River?” People had never heard of this word.

“The ‘Book of Light’ says that the God of Light emerged from Chaos, right? The entire process of Chaos is actually the Chaos River.”

“In other words, the God of Light was born in the Chaos River, and the River God is the god who controls the Chaos River. Do you understand the hierarchical relationship here?”

People gasped: “Doesn’t this mean that the River God is the god of all gods, the god among gods?”

Lance showed an expression of approval: “That’s what it means. The River God is sleepy. He has been sleeping in the Chaos River for tens of thousands of years. Appearing in the river and rewarding the kind and honest people is a sign that he is awakening.”

“We know we were wrong. How can we make the River God show up?”

Lance shook his head: “When you throw things into the river with the wrong ideas, hoping to get something for nothing, you have already lost your ‘connection’ with the River God.”

People asked anxiously: “Then how can we gain the River God’s forgiveness?”

“Sincerity, the more pious the better. It’s a matter of attitude. The river god, as the supreme god, does not need your faith.”

Lance took out a small statue of the river god from his arms and placed it by the river.

Miraculously, the moment the River God statue was placed on the ground, the rippling river surface suddenly became as smooth as a mirror, a truly astonishing sight.

People used various techniques to secretly observe, but none could grasp the underlying mechanism.

A miracle, an absolute miracle!

“So that’s how it is!” Suddenly realizing, the people gathered by the riverside, praising the River God’s greatness.

It’s unclear how many of these people were just there for show, how many were just pretending, and how many were sincere.

After they left, the River God, Jiang Li, appeared.

Lance’s previously composed demeanor shifted, and he gave a wry smile. “Master Jiang Li, why did you name yourself the River God? Wouldn’t Chaos God, Dark God, War God, or Victory God be good?”

What Lance didn’t mention was that as a deity competing for the faith of seven gods, shouldn’t the name at least be worthy of their respective names?

The River God didn’t sound at all domineering, lacking any desire to be believed.

Jiang Li waved his hand, “That’s right. My last name is Jiang, so of course I’m the River God.”

“…”

Lance felt Jiang Li’s words made perfect sense.

(End of this chapter)