SSS Class Awakening: Start With A God-Level Choice System-Chapter 35: Welcome To The Church Of Evolution

The moment Ainsworth uttered the word "go", the air shifted.

He stepped forward first, his new white-and-gold mantle fluttering behind him like wings of judgment.

The mask he wore gleamed in the pale daylight, casting an otherworldly glow upon his face. It did not hide his identity but elevated it instead.

Dante and Rian followed a step behind, garbed like apostles flanking a descending god.

They leaped down from the third-floor window with practiced ease, Ainsworth’s boots tapping against the pavement with unnatural grace. Not a speck of blood or dirt touched his pristine attire.

The three of them descended without any resistance, defying gravity. Due to Freedom of Movement (SSS), Ainsworth was free to move as he pleased.

With his Ultimate Freedom (SSS), he let Dante and Rian temporarily share the effects of his Freedom of Movement (SSS) skill until their descent from the third floor.

The horde of zombies outside the dormitory was still thrashing against the group of survivors — chaos and growls filling the campus yard.

And yet, the moment Ainsworth landed... the battlefield paused.

Not literally. Zombies still lunged, bats still swung, but attention shifted. The kind that didn’t need shouts or explosions to be noticed.

The kind that drew eyes like gravity itself. As if... Ainsworth was the center of the world.

Someone shouted, "Who the hell—!?"

Then, Ainsworth raised one hand.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t beg for attention.

He claimed it.

Golden light bled from beneath his left-half mask—then flared into a corona of divine luminance laced with pulses of sickly violet, like strands of bioluminescent DNA unraveling across the air. The aura wasn’t warm. It was evolutionary, transformative, and viral.

And then it hit.

An invisible wave spread from Ainsworth’s body—Pathogen Control unleashed with a calculated will.

The ambient viral energy particles, drifting like unseen pollen in the air, suddenly trembled as if a god had spoken in a forgotten tongue only sickness understood.

Every infected body on the battlefield—every groaning, blood-smeared zombie—froze.

Ainsworth’s body glowed with shifting strands of violet and gold, and from him radiated a pressure that wasn’t just through sheer will, but biological dominance. The kind of pressure the first virus must have felt when it encountered a cell that wanted to be infected.

And then... the impossible happened.

Dozens of zombies, mid-charge and mid-snarl, knelt.

Some buckled at the knees. Some crumpled to the ground. Some simply fell to their hands and began trembling—not from pain, but submission. Their eyes, once glassy and mindless, glowed faintly with violet light.

It was like watching feral beasts prostrate before their alpha. A collective biological bow.

Ainsworth’s voice came next.

Low and velvet. Carried across the field like a secret written in thunder.

"Kneel."

Not just to the zombies, but to everyone present.

His Freedom of Speech (SSS) amplified by his God-Level Charm, wove through the minds of every survivor present, bypassing language, logic, and resistance like a refined psychic pathogen.

Words didn’t echo in their ears. They echoed in their cells.

The lightning evolver leading the survivor team stumbled back a step, lowering his metal bat. His lips parted, confusion clashing with awe.

Ainsworth walked forward, arms extended—one man amid kneeling zombies and staring survivors, not stained by blood but by divinity.

He released the pressure that came from biological lifeform superiority. Especially the lightning evolver, when he was standing in front of Ainsworth, he felt the benign mutated zombie virus in his body succumbing to Ainsworth.

As for the rest of the survivors, they felt a natural affinity towards Ainsworth.

Ainsworth was releasing his God-Level Charm wantonly, and those with weaker Spirit attributes or mental fortitude were entranced by his appearance that transcended gender, race, and species. It was simply divine!

Under the effects of God-Level Charm and the charisma of a God-Level Cult Leader, Ainsworth spoke while using Freedom of Speech (SSS):

"You’ve suffered. You’ve endured. You’ve fought like prey pretending to be predators. But now, the apex has arrived."

"You may call me Ainsworth. You may call me God. But above all—remember this. I am the first virus that does not kill. I awaken."

Ainsworth’s voice resounded in every student’s ears, like the temptation of a devil, the manipulation of a politician, but the allure of a god.

Before the students and the lightning evolver could reply, Ainsworth took the initiative again and turned his head slightly, amber-gold eyes locking with the lightning evolver’s.

"Tell me, little spark. How long will you swing that stick, hoping not to die? Join me. I’ll show you how to live."

One of the kneeling zombies shuddered—then stood.

But it didn’t charge.

It turned around slowly, dragging its gaze across the humans like a sentinel. No longer an enemy, no longer mindless.

Ainsworth had rewritten its hierarchy.

Rian stepped forward and acted, almost reverently, whispering as he looked at the stunned survivors.

"Behold. His eminence the Virus Lord, the God of Evolution."

Dante let out a low chuckle and picked up a shattered steel pole. He planted it into the ground beside Ainsworth like a flagstaff—and upon it, impaled a twitching zombie head like an offering.

"We didn’t come to rescue you all," Dante said. "But something far more, as this is a revelation."

Ainsworth lifted one hand again, and a pulse of viral energy cascaded through the field—subtle, but felt.

Some of the students shivered.

Some cried.

Some... smiled. As if finally, something made sense.

"You were meant to change," Ainsworth whispered, his voice now intimate and tempting. "To become more. That is what I offer—not salvation, but transformation. Not heaven. Not hell. But ascension."

Then, with glowing eyes and the poise of a god who had just claimed his first congregation, he declared:

"Welcome... to the Church of Evolution!"

And one by one, they knelt.

Not because they were forced to.

But because something in their bones told them they should.

Something inside them, like a primal instinct, convinced them that the man—no, god!

It convinced them that this Virus God who incarnated in human form descended just to bestow them with a chance of evolution, all for their sake!

Yet, they knew. They knew that their sinful self was unworthy of god’s love and mercy.

Nevertheless, they all came to a single conclusion.

They were born in this world to evolve under the Virus God of Evolution’s guidance, all for the sake of the Church of Evolution’s great cause!