Infinite Faith System: Join the Divine Chat Group Chapter 2: The Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group — Say Goodbye

Within the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group, a new na suddenly appeared.

A newcor had joined the group—and their arrival imdiately drew attention from several mbers.

[Captain of the Caribbean]:

"Another newcor, eh? What a glorious day! Co, share your tale while I pour myself a drink!"

[Demonblade Spirit]:

"Uuuuuh~ Can the newbie send pics? CuteAlert.jpg"

[Scientific Shinobi]:

"Welco to the group, newcor..."

[General Li]:

"The group’s been more active than usual lately. I’ll say hello properly after I finish this skirmish."

The Demonblade Spirit chid in again, playful as ever:

"Don’t be shy, newbie. I’ll give you a quick rundown!"

"No one knows who created this chat group—but it’s clearly made by so great cosmic force."

"It connects people from countless different worlds. Most of us co from completely different dinsions."

"So don’t worry about privacy. You can even change your display na if you want."

"As for chatting, just ditate. Think your ssage clearly in your mind—and it’ll show up in the chat."

While listening, Lucian Carter scanned the mber list.

So far, there were only six mbers.

Besides the four already speaking, there were:

[For Peace]

[Young Lord of Gusu]

[Captain of the Caribbean]:

"Tch. Another lurker? Another deep-sea diver? Bah... if the newbie won’t speak, what’s the point?"

"Drinking alone is just sad. I might as well go raid a rchant ship today."

[Scientific Shinobi]:

"You’re a pirate. You lie as easily as you breathe. Aren’t you afraid soone’s going to track you through this chat?"

[Captain Garrick]:

"And yet here I am. The English Navy wants every day, but I’m still alive—and still drinking!"

"Being a pirate’s the only way to live, mate!"

[Demonblade Spirit]:

"Will the two of you shut up already?"

"One of you dissects people all day. The other robs ships like it’s a hobby."

"If I weren’t so bored, I’d never talk to either of you. Hmph. Angry.jpg"

[Scientific Shinobi]:

"Hey now. That was research. I was studying immortality. Everyone has sothing they chase in life, right?"

[Scientific Shinobi]:

"Weren’t you the one who went silent for three months before popping up again? You should be the one welcoming the new guy."

[Demonblade Spirit]:

"Tch... he hasn’t even said anything. What do you expect to do? Pout.jpg"

[General Li]:

"Brother, don’t be afraid. They’re a bit odd, but they’re good people at heart."

[Captain Garrick]:

"Hey, General! What’s the situation on your side? Did you conquer that city? Or are you still out demon hunting?"

[General Li]:

"Neither. I’ve been reassigned to the western border. Ran into a raiding force from the Steppes. The battle just ended."

[Scientific Shinobi]:

"Second Brother, how about our last conversation? Any new thoughts?"

[General Li]:

"Not interested. Not for now."

Lucian stared at the chat log, brows furrowed, a strange expression on his face.

This group... it almost feels like they all know each other already.

He glanced again at the na floating above the chat window:

Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group.

"General Li... that has to be Li Shimin," Lucian muttered thoughtfully.

"Judging by his words, he must still be in the Sui-Tang transition era—so this version of him hasn’t yet beco emperor."

"As for the Ninja Scientist, there’s no doubt—that has to be Orochimaru. No one else obsesses over the human body like that..."

"The Demonblade Spirit is probably a woman. Her avatar’s blank, but her tone is playful—maybe she’s Belladonna from Sword of the Immortals... or a spirit from so Wuxia world."

"As for the Pirate of the Caribbean... I have no clue. Could be Jack Sparrow, or soone inspired by him."

Lucian rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

How do I use them... to open the gates to their worlds?

From the mont he first saw the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group, he’d been analyzing it. But so far, he hadn’t found any leads.

One thing was certain: neither Orochimaru nor Li Shimin were naive. They were both cautious and shrewd. Gaining their trust wouldn’t be easy.

But that didn’t matter.

Because each mber of this chat group... represented an entire world.

Even better, these worlds weren’t yet developed or dominated by other gods.

"If I can develop them—convert their people into my believers—they’ll provide a constant stream of faith energy," Lucian whispered.

That was the key.

He didn’t need to conquer anything. He just needed the right thod to demonstrate divine power—enough to make them believe.

That day, Lucian went silent.

Just like the other two lurking mbers in the group.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Then, two neatly organized docunts appeared in front of him—his plans for outreach and belief cultivation, finalized.

Lucian looked at the still-lively Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group.

And finally, he sent his first ssage.

[Eternal]:

"I am Eternal. I have awakened the Supre God’s Divine Realm, but I still lack believers."

"Those who worship shall gain eternal life, be spared from disaster and ruin, and walk the path of transcendence."

For a mont, the group chat went completely silent.

[Demonblade Spirit]:

"Bro... are you drunk or sothing?"

[Captain Garrick]:

"I thought this guy was interesting, but he just started spouting nonsense. CowPoo.jpg"

[General Li]:

"Brother... that joke wasn’t funny."

At that very mont, General Li stood atop the city wall, his soldiers watching the horizon. A vast army was gathering on the prairie.

But his attention?

Fully focused on the chat group.

He believed in local land gods, sure.

But immortality? From so newcor online? Not a chance.

This had to be an imposter. Or worse—a demon trying to deceive them.

Then, suddenly—

A new ssage popped up.

[Scientific Shinobi]:

"Immortality, you say?"

"Friend, tell —what’s your thod? I’m... very interested."