‘What the hell is this? It’s one thing to be connected to someone else, but why am I stuck with Situ Qing like this?’
‘Yin Jiujiu, you’re seriously messed up. Apart from me, everyone here is a guy. Wouldn’t it be more inconvenient for you to be fused with a guy?’
‘So annoying! Why can she hear my thoughts directly?’
‘I don’t want to hear it either! If you’re so smart, stop thinking altogether!’
‘How can I control that?’
‘You’re so annoying.’
‘Fuck off! Did I speak out loud?’
‘The “you” in my head is very loud!’
……
Without uttering a word, Situ Qing and Yin Jiujiu could somehow hear each other’s thoughts directly. This made things extremely awkward and troublesome.
However, through this unique connection, Yin Jiujiu made an unexpected discovery—regardless of whether Situ Qing was good or bad, she realized that Situ Qing truly didn’t kill her friend.
After all, while one could lie with their mouth, it was much harder to hide instantaneous thoughts.
‘So… damn it, should I apologize?’
‘Huh? She wants to apologize? This is becoming even more awkward. Should I accept? I could, but not immediately… I have my pride too, and she almost killed me twice…’
‘Situ Qing, aren’t you the noisy one now?’
‘You claim to be smart, right? Figure out what’s happening then.’
‘Then stop distracting me. Let me think.’
After a full five minutes, the two girls finally stopped their mental bickering and managed to move forward despite sharing a leg. Taking a deep breath, Situ Qing heard words related to ‘genes’ and ‘cloning’ in Yin Jiujiu’s thoughts. Not understanding, she forced herself to ignore it. About five minutes later, a strange thought suddenly popped into Situ Qing’s head. ‘Mew, I want some dried fish.’
“Yin Jiujiu, you’re really weird!” Situ Qing blurted out loud.
Yin Jiujiu shot her a glare, retorting, “You’re the weird one! At a time like this, you’re craving dried fish?!”
After a brief pause, Situ Qing frowned. “I… I didn’t think that. I assumed it was your thought.”
Yin Jiujiu’s gaze at Situ Qing grew complicated. A chilling realization dawned on them both.
Without realizing it, had they begun to share thoughts with a third entity?
Wait, the one craving dried fish… might not be human.
With a sinking feeling, Yin Jiujiu redirected the flashlight to herself and Situ Qing. They saw that both of their hands had grown fur, and their nails had become very sharp… as if a part of their bodies had transformed into a cat.
The passage was eerily quiet, so quiet that they could hear their own heartbeats. As they continued forward with a foreboding feeling, they soon saw a cat.
Or perhaps, calling it a simple cat would be an understatement. It was roughly ten times larger than an ordinary cat, with a pair of bird’s wings on its back and its limbs adorned with scattered leaves and grass, looking extremely bizarre.
The moment they saw the giant cat-like creature through a net, Situ Qing immediately grabbed her bell, while Yin Jiujiu quickly took out a liquor gourd.
Both were on high alert, but the creature seemed merely curious, even blinking at them.
‘Huh? New humans? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen humans…’
‘Do they have any dried fish?’
This thought sent chills down Yin Jiujiu’s spine, even more so than when she found herself attached to her enemy, Situ Qing.
At least Situ Qing was human. But now, they were communicating with a cat!
“What kind of experiment did Mayor Ryan conduct?” Yin Jiujiu muttered. “At first, I thought we might have the genes of other species. But now, it seems far more complex.”
“It’s as if all beings—humans, plants, animals—are merging. If we all become one entity, whose thoughts will dominate? This is terrifying. We need to leave.”
Situ Qing furrowed her brows, not speaking aloud but thinking, ‘What is she talking about?’
“Look, who’s the one with low intelligence now?” Yin Jiujui couldn’t help but retort upon hearing her inner thoughts. She then explained in a more serious tone, “First, find out Ryan’s secret; second, collect 24 points. These are the two tasks the system has assigned us in this level.”
“At first, I wondered if there are places in this level that can add points and places that can subtract them. Wouldn’t the task of collecting 24 points be easy? Now, I realize I was wrong. There is a third, hidden task in this level—a time limit.”
Si Tu Qing asked, “What kind of time limit?”
Yin Jiujui explained, “Think of it this way. In the end, all people, plants, and animals will merge into one giant monster. If Ryan doesn’t erect any barriers and allows the radiation to spread across the entire planet, the planet will eventually become a single entity. In that case—”
She paused, then continued, “Plants don’t think, and animals are rather primitive. So, their wills would likely be suppressed easily.”
“But there are so many humans. Each one thinks, each one has a brain. Whose will would the planet follow?”
Situ Qing seemed to grasp something and said with a mix of astonishment and seriousness, “Initially, the system said we were seven tourists visiting Beautiful Flower Town. But actually, we can consider our true identities as just seven ‘brains’.”
“Our bodies may mutate and blend with the environment and perhaps even control plants and animals from miles away. Thus, our physical forms might not matter.”
“We belong to the environment, and the environment belongs to us. This is similar to that mystical concept…what’s the word…”
Yin Jiujui filled in, “You’re thinking of ‘The Unity of Heaven and Man*’. Or you could say, ‘I am the world, and the world is me.'”
*(天人合一) A Chinese philosophical and spiritual concept that emphasizes the interconnectedness and interdependence of humans and the natural world. It reflects the belief that humans should live in harmony with the natural world and follow its patterns and rhythms (the harmony between man and the universe).
Situ Qing nodded. “Exactly. Our bodies uncontrollably merge with everything, but what we truly possess and can control are our brains and spirits. We seven players are seven ‘brains’.”
“If a single entity has multiple brains, who will it listen to? In the context of this level, if the seven of us become one entity, there will inevitably be a struggle for control over the ‘body’. When that time comes, it might become a ‘7 into 1’ situation.”
“This is the time limit I’m talking about. We have to complete the task and leave before the great merge!”
Yin Jiujui looked seriously at Situ Qing. “You’d better pray that the two of us don’t continue to merge!”
At that moment, they both suddenly felt something and simultaneously looked towards the cat. The cat raised its eyes, locking gaze with them.
Instantly, the same scene played out in their minds.
It was a graveyard.
Row after row of gravestones stood neatly aligned. One particular gravestone looked newer than the others, perhaps recently erected.
While the other graves were unadorned, this new grave was decorated with fresh flowers, suggesting recent visitors.
It seemed to have rained recently, leaving muddy paths and footprints all around. The crowds that had come for the memorial had left, leaving only a boy and a girl behind.
On the tombstone, there was a photo attached. The woman in the photo was very beautiful, with a head of golden hair, making her the most popular blonde. Her eyes were as blue as a lake, reflecting the brilliance of everything in the world.
In front of the tombstone, a young girl held a cat in her arms, silently crying as she gazed at the tombstone, seemingly overwhelmed with sadness due to the departure of a loved one. Beside her, a boy picked up his bag, ready to turn around and leave.
In the moment he turned to leave, the girl grabbed his arm. “Ryan, are you really leaving this place?”
“You’ve been deceived by that so-called doctor! It was him insisting on performing that surgery on her, which led to her death! The so-called ‘technology’ killed her! I hate it! I hate the doctor and this so-called technology! Why are you leaving to pursue this ‘technology’?”
“Sister, you’re wrong. The people of Beautiful Flower Town are too ignorant. Mom fell ill because she didn’t have advanced help and overworked herself. Her accident during the surgery wasn’t due to medicine or technology being at fault, but because our equipment here wasn’t advanced enough.”
“I’m grateful to the doctor who came from the outside world. Thanks to him, I realized how the world outside of our town is… I must leave this place and bring back real technology.”
The young man’s steps grew distant, fading from the scene.
All that echoed in the emptiness was the girl’s resolute voice. “You’re wrong. You must be! I’ll make sure you realize that you are wrong!”
The scene ended there.
Yin Jiujui and Situ Qing were taken aback for a moment before reacting.
Both felt something peculiar, as if… as if a memory that didn’t belong to them was directly implanted into their minds.
‘Could this scene be about… the younger days of the head of the Witch Association, Sarah, and Mayor Ryan? They were siblings. After their mother’s accidental death during surgery, the siblings took two different paths—the sister despising science became a witch, while the brother left the town in pursuit of technology?’
‘Yes, it seems so. But where did this memory come from? How did we suddenly have such a memory?’
‘It’s the cat! The young girl had a cat in her arms!’
‘Could it be that before this strange cat mutated… It was the pet of Ryan and Sarah when they were young? We… We really got its genes and can access its memories?’
‘It’s very possible. But I don’t know why it’s trapped here.’
At that moment, due to this scene, all the players received a system notification.
[Players have collected a memory fragment: “Between Siblings.”]
[Memory Fragment Progress: 1/4]
……
At the same time.
Elsewhere, with 30 seconds left on his life timer, Zhou Qian successfully reunited with Wu Ren, gaining 3 life points.
Later, while searching for Qi Liuxing and Ke Yuxiao, they unexpectedly obtained the second memory fragment.
For the Eternalist from the future, the scene before them was nothing less than the apocalypse.
Everything was burning. Murals were peeling off, idols were incinerated, and the bodies of the cultists were indistinguishable from the remains of the Supplement Demons. With the situation clear and the main culprit gone, all they should do was leave.
But they simply couldn’t.
The scorching air distorted their vision, and suddenly a massive magic circle appeared in the hall.
The deceased griffin and Supplement Demon vanished in the light, which was then filled with countless golden threads. They moved through the flames and thick smoke, precisely breaking through the protective magic, binding and cutting their bodies.
Some tried to flee the scene; others used weapons to resist this unseen enemy. However, the golden threads mercilessly reaped everything, and was as hard to shake off as a shadow.
Until their deaths, they never realized that the tiny perpetrator was close by.
Teest tightly controlled the golden threads, with his eyes solely on Nol. Whether it was the Lord of Whitebird City, the hunter in the forest, or the queen of the Succubi, they all accepted their fate and only then chose their own ways to struggle, mostly by exploiting loopholes.
That was the domain of the gods. Mortals could only survive in the gaps, wearing shackles and trying to make the best of their situation.
But just now, right in front of him, Nol fooled fate.
The omniscient Lich, even in the face of God, never bowed. Nol, a visitor from another world, cared immensely about the lives on the Tahe continent. He commanded magic as if it was a part of his body… Nol wasn’t just an insignificant participant. He seemed more like a loving creator of it all.
This explanation made the most sense, and it was the most thrilling. Teest felt heat all over. How many years had it been since he felt this excited?
[The loyal servant will witness a miracle and he will die under God’s gaze.]
If Priest Bonds witnessed the terrifying miracle of “resurrection”, then the corresponding “God’s gaze” couldn’t simply hint at his death in the church. If, just if, this witnessing “God” was truly present…
“You understand all of this too well. You care about it all too much,” Teest said sweetly while the air around burned, but nothing compared to the excitement in his soul at that moment. “That so-called game was actually created by you… You created this world, right?”
Before Nol could recover from the joy of saving someone, he turned around in the burning church.
The church’s interior was lit with fire, but the dawn outside the door was even brighter. The open door frame looked like a picture frame, embedding Nol in a painting with a vivid red background.
‘Such a gentle red,’ Teest thought. ‘Notthe red of flames or the red of flesh and blood.’
“Why don’t you answer me?” he whispered.
Nol shifted a bit, took a few deep breaths, and nodded sheepishly.
He admitted it.
Teest laughed joyfully. He had made himself a part of Nol, and who would’ve thought that in less than an hour, Nol would also become a part of him—the truth he desperately sought about God and the world was inevitably connected to Nol, the Creator.
Wasn’t this more useful than exchanging rings and kisses? Nothing could ever separate them now.
Seeing Teest’s strange demeanor, Nol awkwardly waved his hand. “I know what you’re thinking. I have nothing to do with the ‘gods’.”
“You know my power, and I’m clueless about the current situation. I only have knowledge that’s two hundred years outdated. I just wanted to say, um…”
“You wanted to say a ‘God’ wouldn’t be this powerless,” Teest interjected understandingly.
“Exactly,” Nol replied, wiping his face smeared with ash and blood. “And I’m quite sure I didn’t create you, nor did I create the Goddess of Life and the Eternal Son.”
Teest retracted the blood-stained golden threads, leisurely wrapping them up. “If you say so, then so be it—honey, when this is over, you’ll have to tell me more stories of Tahe.”
Nol visibly relaxed. “No problem. About what happened with Little Piel earlier…”
“I heard the system prompt, probably because we’re ‘teammates’.” Teest shrugged, a playful glint still in his eyes. “I can roughly guess your approach. You don’t have to explain.”
With that, he tapped his heel on the shadow below him. “Ben!”
The shadowy wolf, reminiscent of a mischievous pup, crept out. Teest gracefully mounted the creature and extended his hand to Nol. “We should focus on the task at hand. If we wait any longer, the data on the Eclipse Shield will be burned to ashes.”
“Huh?!”
Nol, snapping back to reality, quickly glanced at the corpse of Priest Bonds. He had been so engrossed in rescuing people that he forgot about it. The prophecies of the Chosen Ones had already turned to ash.
Nol’s expression fell, and his lips tightened, looking somewhat disheartened. He hesitated, glancing at the ashes several times, before finally taking Teest’s hand.
With his magic drained, Nol could only rely on his physical agility to mount the wolf. His coordination, however, was that of a typical office worker. If it weren’t for Teest’s quick reflexes, catching hold of his clothes, Nol would’ve slipped on the bloody floor.
Sitting atop the shadow wolf, Nol secured his staff on his back. He wrapped his arms tightly around Teest’s waist, fearing another fall.
Feeling the pressure on his waist and the just-right warmth of Nol, Teest exhaled deeply. The once subdued tremor of excitement surged through him once again.
No matter how much Nol denied, no matter how weak he appeared, this “Creator” could be considered a False God. But it was fine. Teest never intended to revere gods anyway. If such an acknowledgment embarrassed Nol, it was best kept in his heart.
He was sculpting a god with his own hands. There was nothing more blasphemous and pleasurable than this.
Wait, maybe there was something else? Teest glanced at the hands intertwined around his waist.
What pleased him more was that this “god” happened to be Nol, his adorable Mr. Lich.
Such a familiar yet strange satisfaction. He hadn’t felt this since the death of his family.
…What was this feeling called again?
……
People often say that darkness inevitably follows glory. Nol understood this deeply.
He and Teest had a vigorous fight in the west hall of the Immortal Church, and then they picked up the garbage in the central tower of the church.
This tower stood somewhat independently and hadn’t yet been burned by the fire.
The battle between the Supplement Demons and the Eternalists was nearing its end. Occasionally, they encountered some Eternalists who were still alive, and Teest didn’t hesitate to deal with them. The crazed Supplement Demons left only corpses behind—after killing all living creatures in front of them, they would often kill themselves.
At the very top of the tower, the secret room of the archives had been smashed open by a Supplement Demon, creating an entrance covered in blood and eyeballs.
“I remember this place being hit.”
Teest cheerfully rummaged through the bricks and stones, stuffing items into his pouch without hesitation—the people of the Eternal Church used this place as a vault, storing not only valuable archives but also many precious materials and tools. Now, everything had found its way into the two’s pockets.
“You’re a genius.” Nol didn’t hesitate to praise. After all, who wouldn’t want more money?
However, the search for the archives was painful. It was evident that there had been a major battle between the guards and the Supplement Demons that entered. Now, the guards’ bodies were evenly scattered throughout the room, adding significant pressure to Nol’s search.
Fortunately, they were faster than the approaching fire. By the time the flames reached the base of the tower, Nol had found records of the location of the “Eclipse Shield”.
Reading the brief notes, Nol fell silent.
He had just defied fate, and now fate seemed to be giving him the middle finger in return.
“You have to admit, they did pick a good hiding spot.” Hours later, Teest remarked as they stood before their destination.
The Eclipse Shield was hidden in the ruins of the Flama family, deep within the basement. No one would ever approach here, and it was like an “under the light, yet in darkness” area for the Temple of Life.
Five human heads stood silently in the sunlight.
“That’s my parents—the one on the left is my father, and on the right, my mother. Everyone says I look like her.”
Teest pointed calmly at two of the skulls, their jaws wide open, with the hollow eye sockets seemingly still harboring traces of despair and pain. Pointed stakes held the lone skulls, and the rest of the corpses were long gone.
To the two little people, these five stakes seemed like five lonely towers.
“Over here are my siblings. The smallest one is my younger sister. I used to hold her a lot.”
Teest guided Nol under the shadow of his family’s skulls. Their silhouettes cast shadows on the ground, causing the two to walk in the transition between light and dark.
“I get why you’d torment the higher-ups of the Eternal Church,” Nol began, “but you seem quite tolerant of the Temple of Life.”
According to the old lady, it was the Temple of Life that directly killed Teest’s family.
“That old woman tells half-truths. If you’re always so gullible, one day you’ll be left with nothing.” Teest laughed, looking at him. “The real witness is right beside you. Why didn’t you just ask me?”
‘It’s not something a normal person would ask,’ Nol thought, trying hard not to roll his eyes.
“The idiots from the Eternal Church even made me watch,” Teest continued. “The ones who killed my family weren’t knights from the Temple of Life, but our kind neighbors from the Flama house. My father once fixed jewelry for them, and my mother exchanged recipes with them. They always greeted us with smiles on the streets.”
But when they found out the Flama family was “blasphemous” and “worshiped evil gods”, those friendly neighbors took up tongs, kitchen knives, and axes.
They trampled the carefully-tended garden, broke down the newly painted door, and dragged the respectable family out.
“By the time the Investigation Knights arrived, my family had been turned into a pulp, and their heads were already on the stakes. The crowd seemed to think that the more they hacked, the more blessings they’d receive from the Goddess of Life. Ah, they even called me the ‘Mad Monk’.”
Teest didn’t hide the sarcasm in his voice.
“The people of the Temple of Life came too late. By then, my home was burning fiercely, and my sister’s hair was already on fire. They just conducted a brief investigation and made some records.”
“The old man from the Eternal Church hoped I’d resent the Temple of Life. But I was more focused on something else—I was just captured by the Eternal Church, and then the news spread. Clearly, the situation was deliberately induced by them.”
“The Temple of Life, the Eternal Church. If I’m going to resent, I’d resent them equally,” the Mad Monk concluded seriously.
Nol didn’t know what to say.
Witnessing all of this firsthand would be enough to destroy the spirit of a normal seven-year-old child. But it seemed that Teest was inherently mad and saw through the Church’s tricks on the spot.
The Eternal Church was eagerly waiting for Teest to “bring endless destruction and chaos”. But for over a decade, the Mad Monk had been wreaking havoc and chaos on their tails every day… Picking such a Chosen One, did the Eternal Son have a masochistic streak?
“So that’s it,” Nol muttered. “No wonder you showcased the bodies like that. Your revenge is quite targeted.”
Teest stopped in his tracks.
“No, no, no. Showcasing the bodies isn’t about revenge, honey.”
Teest raised an eyebrow at Nol. “The Eternal Church burned down my home and killed all its members. So, I did the same to them. Killed all their members cleanly—my mother used to say, treat others as they treat you. Up to this point, my ‘revenge’ has ended.”
“Everything that follows is just investigation and entertainment. Look how well I combine them!”
‘Alright,’ Nol thought, choking back his words. He really couldn’t predict Teest’s train of thought.
Nol couldn’t help but touch his chest—Teest’s gold wheel was embedded in his flesh—a gift from his family, one of the treasures of the Mad Monk.
To this day, Nol felt more and more perplexed about Teest. When he showed concern, Teest would narrate his bloody past as if nothing had happened. Though he showed indifference, Teest gave him the last gift from his family for all these years for safekeeping.
Teest turned and continued leading the way, while Nol discreetly reached into his abdomen and took out the gold wheel.
He flipped the coin to the side with the scratches. Now it appeared that those weren’t just random marks but hastily carved letters. Nol consciously pieced them together to spell out five names and a date.
Thacker Flama. Edith Flama. Earl Flama. Sally Flama. Tina Flama.
702.3.2
The gold coin symbolized the sun.
People liked to inscribe the time of their loved ones’ deaths on gold coins so that the sunlight would forever warm their souls. Unfortunately, Teest’s family didn’t have any funeral rituals or even a burial.
So, the young Mad Monk also engraved the names of his family on the coin. It was both a blessing and a tiny tombstone—a golden tombstone burying five people.
Nol examined the coin, and suddenly he noticed something. His fingers tightened slowly.
The first letters of the five names were capitalized, forming a familiar phrase—
T.E.E.S.T
The young Teest lost his real name forever, so he gave himself a new one.
Nol buried the coin back into his flesh, pondered for a few seconds, then walked up and grabbed Teest’s hand. The latter turned in surprise.
“Let’s go, Teest,” Nol said.
‘No more weird nicknames,’ Nol thought. From now on, he decided to always call him by this name.
……
After finding the Eclipse Shield, Teest directly stuffed it into his waist pouch. Even though this simple pouch was enchanted with spatial magic, both of them still struggled a bit to fit everything in.
Fortunately, they secured the item, and afterward, they returned to the hideout they were originally at until the effects of the “Time Reversion” potion wore off.
The moment the potion’s effects faded, the world in front of them shimmered briefly. Nol felt dizzy, as if he had spun around thirty times on the spot, stumbling and ultimately falling into Teest’s arms.
They were back to their starting point in the year 723, on that lively night.
“Oh my, did I interrupt something?” A sneering voice echoed from the depths of the alley.
Nol’s hair stood on end. Just as he reached for his staff, he saw a familiar face—former Pope Mr. Painter was leaning against the wall with a skewer of roasted meat in his hand.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Teest asked with a smile, drawing his sword and keeping Nol beside him with his left hand.
“What? What? I’m just being responsible here!” Painter hastily bit into his skewer, raising both hands in surrender. “Don’t be so quick to draw your sword. It’s terrifying.”
“The potion was real. We returned alive,” Teest replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Anything else you need to confirm, sir?”
“No, not at all.” Painter quickly gulped down the skewer, coughing a bit in the process. “Thank you for your patronage. I hope to see you again.”
Nol, unable to resist, asked, “Another ‘Time Reversion’?”
“Besides this one.” Painter chuckled. “It’s not something as common as tomatoes in a garden. We might not have another one for a century.”
Nol: “I see…”
Painter gave a formal bow. “Consider your commission at your leisure. Just pass a message to ‘The General’ when you decide. I need to get some late-night snacks, so I’ll be leaving—”
“Eh, what are you doing here?” Before Painter could slip away, someone blocked the alley.
“Golden Sword” Billy leaned against the alley wall, scrutinizing Painter. His gaze passed over Teest, who urgently activated the “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, and settled on Nol, who pulled his hood down.
“Doing business, Captain?” Billy grinned.
“My business is just finished.” Painter hastily bowed. “I assume Lord Golden Sword wouldn’t have any commissions. I’ll take my leave.”
“It’s been so long. You don’t have to be so distant,” Billy remarked with regret. “Why not come over? My wife made amazing ribs and onion bread. We have too much.”
Painter paused in his steps. “The two of you?”
“Yes.”
Billy smiled slyly, looking at Nol. “This gentleman looks familiar. We met not long ago. Is your ‘brother’ not with you today?”
The author has something to say:
The origin of Teest’s name—
You can abandon the theory that Nol pinched and tested the serial number (?
Although there’s a meaning behind it, it’s not that one lol.
Nol responded to the kiss unconsciously—it felt more like a taste of victory than a kiss. Teest kissed him with focus and delight, their warm breath dispelling the surrounding stench of blood.
Tiny sparks danced on their lips, and a shiver rolled down Nol’s body, making his heels go numb. Like clinging to a piece of driftwood, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Teest.
Pleasure, desire, distress, curiosity, shock…
Emotions rained down on him like a storm, penetrating deep into his mind.
Behind the adult Teest stood the young Teest, silently gazing down at his hands, cut by golden threads, standing beside a headless corpse.
Golden flames spread to the hall on the west side. The blood-streaked golden threads seemed to be part of those flames, captivating anyone who looked their way.
In the flickering flames, Nol thought hazily, ‘Teest has had true Player privileges for over a decade…’
‘How is that possible?’
Nol had some vague guesses about the young Teest.
The young Teest didn’t wear a Player’s earring and wasn’t like a normal Player.
Nol suspected that “Teest gained monster recovery skills through potions”. Perhaps some unlucky Player transmigrated and was made into a potion for a Supplement Demon.
723 years after the Players arrived, the system officially started. A bug in the system mistakenly identified Teest, who had Player skills, as a “Player”, granting him true Player privileges.
This theory seemed plausible. But now, all his speculations had been overturned.
The “full recovery” was a passive skill of a Player that could be hindered by debuffs, but “resurrection” wasn’t a skill.
No game would ever write “after a Player dies, they can restart the game” as a skill. This power belonged solely to the system and couldn’t exist independently from it.
The only explanation was that the system had existed for a long time. Teest’s Player privileges—whether complete or not—were recognized by the system at least twelve years ago.
Or maybe even earlier, before the young Teest became a Supplement Demon? Or perhaps from the moment of Teest’s birth?
The Flama family seemed merely human. The mystery of Teest’s privileges must be deeply related to the truth about the “system”.
Nol finally closed his eyes, tasting a faint sweet and metallic flavor in their deep kiss.
…The Mad Monk had achieved his goal once again.
Nol’s lips tingled from the long kiss, his temperature and breath became inseparable from the other’s, and his mind was filled with everything about Teest.
Both body and spirit were bitten and kissed by the same person, as if being corroded.
When the kiss ended, both were slightly out of breath. Teest kissed the tip of Nol’s nose and said, “It’s time.”
As he spoke, the young Teest behind him fell weakly. The swirling shadows on the ground vanished, leaving only the blazing golden fire. Burning wood and decorations fell from the ceiling onto the scattered bodies below.
Little Piel finally closed his wide-open mouth and hurriedly fluttered his wings to support Teest. The young Teest’s body was limp, completely unconscious.
Piel tried to carry Teest on his back, but the body kept sliding down. Piel adjusted his position, draping Teest’s arm around his neck.
“Miss, let’s run,” he said urgently to the four-legged girl.
“Alright… the protective magic… should be lifted,” she replied as she made her way towards the small door that led to freedom.
But in Piel’s eyes, she seemed to be turning back into the church. There must be an enemy spell at the exit. Piel hurriedly quickened his pace, blocking the four-legged girl’s path.
“Follow me,” he said anxiously, the purple of his Eye of Truth particularly vivid. “Trust me and come with me!”
With that, he hurriedly ran towards the exit he saw—a side door hidden under layers of illusion.
The four-legged girl hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to turn back. The adult Teest took Nol’s hand, and they headed in the same direction.
As they maneuvered past armor, corpses, and monster limbs, the light seemed to get closer…
Clang—!
The armor next to the side door shook, and a sword fell for the third time, landing near Piel’s feet.
The side door opened once again.
About a dozen Eternalist entered, wearing black robes and masks, with layers of protective magic surrounding them. Piel shrank back in fear, almost dropping the unconscious Teest.
But, strangely, they didn’t seem to want to stop them.
The cultists split into two lines, walking into the fiery chaos like a stream splitting around a rock. They positioned themselves at various points in the burning church, silently observing everything—especially Teest, who Piel was supporting.
“Observers from the future,” the adult Teest whispered in Nol’s ear. “They actually wasted so much ‘Time Reversion Potion’ on me. I’m almost flattered.”
Nol murmured, “How can you be sure?”
“Because they are all killable,” Teest whispered back. “Do you have a better suggestion, honey?”
Nol touched his lips, realizing that they couldn’t let these cultists go since they had seen the faces of the young Teest and Piel. Even if they couldn’t change the past, they could potentially cause trouble in the future.
He sighed. “Don’t let them go. Act after the children have left.”
Piel moved forward nervously, his energy drained, and with Teest’s heavy unconscious body, they were slow. Eyes from every direction were fixed on Piel’s back, as if waiting for something.
Finally, the three of them arrived in front of the wide-open side door.
Little Piel carefully stepped over the sword on the ground. At that moment, mixed in with the crackling of burning sounds, there was a soft “puff” noise.
The chandelier at the entrance of the hall snapped from its rope, falling straight towards the group, drawing many eyes downward with it.
It was an incredibly ancient chandelier, with sharp spikes protruding from its base, resembling an inverted crown.
Everything happened so fast—too fast for one to react. In the light reflected by the sword, Little Piel had just enough time to make one move—
He turned around, shielding Teest and pushing the girl beside him. With all his might, he lunged, trying to push the two out of the chandelier’s range.
He succeeded, as the three of them tumbled to the floor not far away. But he failed too. Little Piel forgot how long his body now was—the griffin half of him couldn’t move away in time and was brutally crushed by the chandelier, blood gushing everywhere.
In this gruesome scene, he merely added a layer of brightness to the dark bloodstains.
As he fell, a look of surprise was still evident on Little Piel’s face. He landed on his side, his eyes fixed on Teest and the four-legged girl. Just then, a weak Teest managed to open his eyes, meeting Little Piel’s gaze.
The cultists from the future hid amongst the flames and smoke, and the young Teest didn’t notice them. His eyes scanned the standing Eternalists, the open side door, and Piel’s body impaled by the chandelier.
“What a pity,” he mouthed, struggling to prop himself up.
Knowing many ways to torture, he naturally knew which wounds could be healed and which could not.
The four-legged girl also got up. With her mismatched eyes, she looked at Piel for a moment, then slightly bowed her body, as if paying respects. “May your departure… be painless…” she said hoarsely.
More debris fell with a rustling sound, and gold flames charred corpses everywhere. The air became scaldingly thick, emitting a pungent stench of burning.
This time, the tearful Piel didn’t cry. With the massive loss of blood, his eyes became more and more distant. He lay still, his breathing increasingly shallow, as if unable to grasp the reality.
The moment Nol realized Little Piel was injured, he immediately cast a healing spell.
But magic wasn’t omnipotent. The rate of flesh recovery couldn’t catch up with the speed of blood loss, and the boy’s life was rapidly leaving his body.
Nol gripped his staff, attempting to heal with more concentrated, advanced magic. But fate intervened again, as if Death itself stood by Little Piel’s side, pushing away Nol’s hand.
It ended up like this after all.
Little Piel was destined to come to this Immortal Church, destined to become a Supplement Demon, just to save the frail young Teest at this moment.
Piel had to live up to this moment, and only up to this moment. A Supplement Demon with the Eye of Truth was too unique, and if he survived, he would severely disrupt the established past.
Fate truly was cruel and comical.
“Goodbye, Griffin Knight,” the young Teest murmured, shifting his gaze away from Little Piel.
He helped the four-legged girl and moved towards the door without looking back.
Their silhouettes disappeared into the light, leading to freedom. Outside, it was already dawn. The morning light shimmered as the darkness receded.
Little Piel couldn’t even lift his hand. He strained his eyes and finally found Nol and Teest not far away.
“Mr… Fairies…” Amid the flames, he called out in an almost inaudible voice.
“I want candy…” It seemed Little Piel realized his predicament, but he didn’t scream for help. Instead, he looked at the nearby sword with a faint longing. “It hurts so much…”
He deliberately lowered his voice, as if afraid the sword would mock him.
“You see, what did I say?” Teest pulled out a honey candy from his pouch. “This kid will become a Supplement Demon and then die on this day. I’ve been through all this. Don’t be sad.”
As he spoke, he placed the candy in Little Piel’s mouth.
“But you didn’t see the moment he died,” Nol whispered, stopping his healing magic.
“This kid isn’t a Player. With wounds like this, no one can save him.”
Teest stuffed the candy into Little Piel’s mouth, clapped his hands, and said, “Alright, let’s deal with these stupid spectators now… What are you doing?”
Nol pulled out a shiny little thing from his pocket.
It was a Player’s earring.
Teest recognized it. It was something Nol acquired from a Player’s corpse during the “Night of the Hunt” dungeon. Nol had been keeping it close ever since, and now it looked as tiny as a sesame seed.
“Didn’t I tell you? This belongs only to its respective Player. You can’t use it on him.”
“I know,” Nol said, placing the little golden earring on Piel’s fingertip.
It wasn’t over.
He just wanted to continue resisting, just like he wanted to finish off Crimson quickly.
After killing Crimson, Nol pondered fate’s reaction.
If he hadn’t acted, Crimson wouldn’t have let the young Teest see his “Player appearance”, thus avoiding future problems. But at that time, Crimson already planted his blood curse. He could’ve used illusions to mask his face and fake his death to escape.
However, if that happened, the interactions between Teest and Piel might not have gone as smoothly.
He changed a part of the past involving “key figure” Teest. But since his actions didn’t cause a significant impact, the laws of time didn’t outright kill him but just warned him with pain.
This minor interference might become a vague, somewhat specious memory in Teest’s mind.
Fate wasn’t absolute. It could be compromised.
So, he struggled till the end. Maybe the universe and time were the absolute truths, but the ‘system’ was also an unshakable rule of this world—a rule he wrote.
Using the earring as the core, Nol quickly wrote the code. If the young Teest could get Player privileges, why couldn’t Little Piel?
Teest didn’t kill anyone. He stayed by Nol’s side, greedily watching everything. Piel’s breathing became weaker and weaker, and his heartbeat faded away. Nol, no longer caring if his identity would be exposed, did everything in his power—
Erase the identity information inside the Player’s earring…
Reassign the owner identity of the Player’s earring…
Invoke the system’s basic ‘resurrection’ rights…
Fate remained silent.
With the earring at its center, the magical formation spread out like a spider web, almost covering the entire burning church. The power of the Dragon Corpse Notebook was almost exhausted. Nol bit his lip. After the formation lit up, those few seconds felt like centuries.
Fate remained silent.
Finally, Nol heard the familiar system prompt in his ear. It was still weak and slow, accompanied by a very blurred and disturbing noise.
[…Received Player identity call request…]
[…Applicant confirmed…]
[…Sorry, your current power is insufficient. You cannot use developer rights temporarily…]
Damn it! Nol nearly snapped his staff in frustration. Piel’s breathing had stopped, and his heartbeat was barely audible.
Without wasting any time, Nol quickly rewrote the magic.
Remove the complete rights application. Only partial Player rights will do…
[…Sorry, your current power is insufficient…]
Excluding the “resurrection” right, giving up all other rights…
[…Sorry, your current power is insufficient…]
Further modify the “resurrection” count, reducing it to one…
[…Sorry, your current power is insufficient…]
Drenched in sweat, Nol tasted blood on his lips. Candle Kando looked at Nol with full attention.
…Is it just because he was too weak? Was he supposed to be able to do it?
Nol looked at Piel in despair.
[…The purpose of your request has been analyzed. Do you need system hints?] The system’s weak voice echoed again.
“Yes!” Nol almost shouted.
[…A solution has been retrieved from the database… In the case of insufficient power of the applicant, it is recommended to adopt ‘system hosting’ to a designated living body…]
[…This mode will retain all the current states of the target. You can choose a more suitable environment to deactivate the hosting, or…]
With interrupted voices, the code on the ground changed on its own, transforming into a brand new magical formation.
Without waiting for the full introduction, Nol thrust his staff onto the formation, using the last of his power to activate it.
The earring on Piel’s fingertip emitted a dazzling golden light, spreading rapidly over Piel’s body, engulfing him.
When the light dispersed, only blood stains, a piece of candy, and a bloodied longsword remained.
[…Execution completed…]
[…Looking forward to meeting you again…]
Holding his staff with both hands, Nol barely supported his body. A smile curled on his lips, wanting to burst into laughter.
Once the “time reversion” effect wore off, they could return to the distant future twelve years later. He could release Piel in the Lost Tower. There, with Witch Lynn and former Dr. Julie and diverse neighbors in a perfect and stable environment, Piel could surely survive.
And the history of these twelve years would remain unchanged.
The evidence was that fate remained silent about everything.
Nol flipped off the raging flames. In the firelight, dark onlookers were faintly visible.
“Kill them, Teest,” Nol said. “I’m sorry. I’m out of magic and can’t help.”
Teest stood still. It was hard for Nol to describe the look on his face. He looked thrilled, like a high schooler who just received a bouquet of flowers on Valentine’s Day. The excitement on his face didn’t fade but became more obvious.
“Honey, you said you were just one of the lower participants in game design.”
He drew his long sword, and with a casual swing, the collapsing church was filled with a flurry of golden threads, and fresh bodies fell into the flames. Teest didn’t even look at the panicked visitors from the future. He just smiled and gazed at Nol.
“But now, I believe ‘you’ are lying.”
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Little Piel, the candy before death, *smacking lips* *smacking lips*. Ah… what happened to it? (System interference)
Zhu Qiang, with his legs feeling weak, could barely stand. He gripped the Rib of God in Zhou Qian’s hand as if it was a lifeline, and with his other hand, he clung to Zhou Qian’s shoulder to support his body.
“What… What are you talking about? What did I overlook?”
Zhou Qian smiled and said, “You said it yourself. You’ve seen my analysis in ‘Apple Paradise’ about how game designers like to play with people’s hearts—the most dangerous places often offer players the greatest opportunities.”
“So what makes you think that I would really be trapped by these plants?”
Zhu Qiang: “You…you…”
“In fact, if you used your brain a bit more, you would have found the issue. But when you entered this instance, you thought you had obtained enough information. That was information the Peach Blossom Legion worked hard to collect; it’s very important and very reliable. So, with such a premise, you lost the motivation to think independently.”
“You focused all your thoughts on dealing with me and neglected the information in the instance itself. This is actually the most critical. After all, our real goal is to clear the stage, not to use the so-called traps in the instance to kill each other.”
Zhu Qiang’s face became paler and paler, and Zhou Qian’s smile became more and more pleased.
“So now, let me give you the answer to the puzzle.”
“‘Ordinary tourists cannot survive here… Maybe some changes will occur in you to adapt to this environment.’ —This is what the system told us at the beginning.”
“A very key piece of information revealed by this sentence is that the changes in us are produced to adapt to the environment.”
“Besides, before entering these high walls, the words of Mayor Ryan are also worth exploring. He said we are gifts from heaven, and we can adapt to the ‘evil spirits’.”
“So in my opinion, ‘evil spirits’ refer to some kind of radiation in this instance that ordinary people can’t adapt to. Ryan’s words imply that we can coexist with this radiation, and our life forms may deviate from the norm and undergo great changes.”
“Lastly, it’s all the clues related to ‘genes’ given from the beginning until now.”
“Qiang Ge, why not think outside the box? What forms do you think species or life exist in?”
Zhu Qiang couldn’t answer Zhou Qian’s question at all.
He even somewhat didn’t understand the meaning of the question itself.
Zhou Qian continued, “Wu Ren has leaves growing on him with very unique patterns, like the patterns on marble. We have seen such leaves—when we just ascended Weir Mountain, there were many of those trees.”
“Wu Ren, having the lowest life points, mutated first. And when his mutation began, there were those trees around.”
“The same goes for Ke Yuxiao. He has special ink-colored grass growing on his arms, just like the grass around us. I calculated the time and found that when he began to mutate, he was passing by this ink grass area.”
“Therefore, I suspected at that time that our body’s mutation is related to the environment at that time.”
“And it proved that my guess was correct. Look, I mutated in this place and indeed grew ink-colored grass.”
“Now we can conclude that—when we start to mutate, the ‘mirror’ in the instance will implant the genetic code of the plants nearby our location into our bodies, changing our genetic code and causing rapid mutations. But what’s next?”
“Shouldn’t this ‘mutation’ have some meaning?”
“After my body grows the ink-colored grass, what will I become, and what can I do?”
At this point, Zhou Qian glanced at the location of his left wrist and then looked at Zhu Qiang. “After escaping from the swamp, I received a message from Wu Ren. He briefly mentioned Yin Jiujiu wanting to kill Situ Qing. Additionally, he provided me with an important message—”
“He said that he felt a bit cold while sprinting, and then the leaves, which looked similar to those growing on him, actually went to surround him, as if warming him up.”
After a slight pause, Zhou Qian continued, “This sentence undoubtedly confirmed some of my guesses. So I came to try it out. Indeed, I guessed correctly.”
The voice of Zhu Qiang had already become hoarse to the point of weakness. “Zhou Qian, you, damn it, stop fucking beating around the bush. You—”
“Qiang Ge, look. If time could go back, when you got your first payment from this game, you should have gone to school and supplemented your knowledge instead of being brainwashed into calling for violence all day long. When one acts, relying solely on cleverness won’t do. You still have to weigh your own abilities, especially with technical tasks like killing.”
“Look, I’ve spelled it out for you. How can you still not understand?”
When Zhou Qian looked at Zhu Qiang, his eyes were full of undisguised mockery.
“I asked you just now if you knew that there could be many forms of life. Now, let me tell you a fact—in this instance, after we mutate, we can become a special form of life with the corresponding plants.”
“Take me and this ink-colored grass as an example.”
“I possess their genes, and part of my body has indeed become like them. You verified it yourself just now; I don’t even have blood anymore. But at the same time, these grasses don’t think. I, however, have a brain.”
“The mask on your head should be protecting your brain from being influenced, so you don’t fall into illusions.”
“Furthermore, the reason you haven’t mutated is also due to this mask’s added effect. You think it saved you. But in fact, it also completely stopped you from discovering the truth of this instance.”
“The truth is, after the mutation, I have completely symbiosed with these ink-colored grasses; we have formed a collective living entity. This is a very special form of existence. They, without a brain, will share one with me. In other words… they will obey my commands.”
Zhou Qian’s gaze became profound, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became exceedingly pleasant.
“So, the reason you could see me being entangled by the grass was because I commanded them to do so.”
“As for those chicks finding their way… Haha, sorry, which chicks got trapped by the grass, and which chicks could safely walk up to me, were also temporarily commanded by me.”
“Qiang Ge… There are no so-called traps here.”
“You, from the beginning to the end, have just been played by me!”
By this point, Zhu Qiang had finally understood.
Not long ago, he thought Zhou Qian’s limbs were trapped. He couldn’t even lift a finger because there were traps in the ink grass! He thought Zhou Qian, in his panic, had blundered into a trap and got himself stuck!
He also thought Zhou Qian used a “provocation strategy”, just to provoke him into the trap so that they would both be trapped here.
So, to demonstrate his willingness to kill Zhou Qian, to break these traps, and to walk into the ink grass field, he used the chick props capable of pathfinding, using them to avoid the traps to prevent himself from being entangled by the ink grass…
He was so proud, thinking he could easily see through and break every move Zhou Qian made.
Even just now, when he realized he fell for the card duplication trap, even if he knew he would die immediately, he just thought he had lost in this final step!
But he was wrong! He was completely wrong from the beginning to the end!
Now he knew, all of this was Zhou Qian’s performance!
Zhou Qian was never controlled from the beginning to the end! He could even control these ink grasses, making every strand of grass follow his command!
Zhu Qiang vomited several mouthfuls of blood violently. The frustration in his heart was beyond words.
All his pride, all his meticulous calculations… had become a complete joke!
Throwing knives to test the grass, carefully holding the lighter, sending out chicks to scout…
The actions he took at that time… in Zhou Qian’s view, were probably like watching a monkey show, right?!
Zhou Qian had been toying with him from the start!!!
If, if he hadn’t worn such a mask, he would have mutated too! Being in this ink-colored grass, he would also have possessed their genes and become a symbiotic life form with them!
In that case, he would have noticed! He would have found out that he could also command them!
But he… wore the mask.
Suddenly, Zhu Qiang remembered Priest, who appeared before him before entering the instance.
“All tools are prepared for you, especially that mask. It’s crafted by a high-level player blacksmith. Our goal is to lure Zhou Qian into the illusion. This mask can keep you unaffected by the marshland swamp.”
“Go. We will succeed in killing Zhou Qian.”
The confidence of the past had now become a complete joke.
The mask that could protect his brain, that could protect him from the so-called illusion erosion… It also blocked him from discovering the truth, reducing him to just Zhou Qian’s toy.
After a moment of shock, Zhu Qiang suddenly thought of something and immediately raised his left wrist to take a look.
But the system panel’s message menu was empty, showing nothing.
His gambler, Priest, had sent no messages.
In fact, Zhu Qiang had immense faith in Priest’s abilities.
Before Zhu Qiang entered the instance, Priest’s speculations about genes were very similar to what Zhou Qian had said. He didn’t know the real secret of this instance because he hadn’t witnessed it firsthand. But now, having observed the situations of Wu Ren and the others from his perspective, he should be able to guess!
He should have come to the same conclusion as Zhou Qian: that after humans mutate, they can form a life symbiosis with corresponding plants and subsequently control them…
But why didn’t he tell me or warn me?
No matter how much he doubted, Zhu Qiang could no longer wait for Priest’s answer.
He looked up at Zhou Qian, a mix of desperation and extreme fatigue in his eyes. “So… what are you trying to say? You lowered your health to the minimum… just to watch me act like a monkey in front of you? Why didn’t you just command these plants to kill me?”
“For someone like you, simply killing you would be boring,” Zhou Qian replied. “Your expression now—that’s what’s interesting.”
“Enough. It’s about time to send you on your way.”
As Zhou Qian said this, all the ink-like grass bindings on him withdrew on their own.
In Zhu Qiang’s desperate gaze, Zhou Qian made a simple move—grasping the Rib of God, pulling it from the terrified and weakened grasp of Zhu Qiang, and gently pushing him.
Using the Rib of God, Zhou Qian froze time in a small area.
But outside this area, time flowed normally.
If Zhu Qiang stepped out of the time-frozen area into the normal time zone, it would be as if he’d leapt nearly two minutes forward.
Zhu Qiang had dared to enter this time-frozen area earlier, thinking he could afford to spend extra time tormenting Zhou Qian, relying on the fact that he had picked up four cards totaling 24 health points.
But those were duplicated fake cards, utterly useless.
So, when Zhou Qian took the Rib of God and pushed Zhu Qiang out of the time-frozen zone, Zhu Qiang returned to the regular time point. His health instantly depleted, and he collapsed, no longer breathing.
Life points were a special setting given to players by the instance.
The higher the radiation in an area, the faster these points would deplete. When they reduced to a certain level, players would face imminent death and be in the utmost danger.
However, precisely at this time, players could discover an incredibly crucial hidden setting within the instance.
Players would absorb the genetic information of animals and plants from their surroundings during mutation and begin to mutate rapidly.
If a particular animal or plant was abundant in the environment, players would prioritize obtaining its genetic code, most likely manifesting related mutations first.
When Zhou Qian entered the ink-colored grass zone, his life points decreased rapidly, triggering mutations, and his body grew ink-colored grass. Whether human, plant, or animal, all were affected by the “mirror” within the instance.
Thus, while Zhou Qian was influenced by the grass, the grass was also influenced by him. In a sense, Zhou Qian formed a symbiosis with the grass. The grass could understand the signals from his brain and obey his commands.
Everything happening now validated Zhou Qian’s suspicions.
But he still had one lingering doubt.
If the game simplified an intricate sci-fi setting, then Zhou Qian could predict the subsequent progression—each person’s mutation direction would be fixed. Right now, Zhou Qian mutated under the influence of the ink grass, grew ink grass on his body, and commanded the grass, but that would be the extent of it.
However, if the game didn’t simplify but instead developed based on a more realistic sci-fi setting, the course of events would become complex. If Zhou Qian mutated next to fish after replenishing and then lowering his life points again, could he then also form a symbiotic relationship with the fish?
What if, taking things further, the six players could also absorb each other’s genetic codes? In appearance, everyone would still be distinct, but in reality, all might become the same person.
Excluding Zhu Qiang, suppose only the six players entered within the high walls. Their genes would influence and alter the environment, but they would also be changed by it…
Would everything within the walls—every animal, plant, and human—ultimately merge into one life form?
That life form would become the god of this place—every blade of grass, every drop of water, every butterfly obeying its command. They would merely be parts of its life. It would become the true master of all things.
If things did progress to that stage…
Whose brain among the six players would dominate?
As these thoughts raced through Zhou Qian’s mind, he quickly moved out of the ink-colored grass zone.
He now had only one minute. After sending a message to Wu Ren, he hurried in the direction Wu Ren had indicated. Wu Ren had previously sent Zhou Qian a third message that he hadn’t told Zhu Qiang about—[I’m at the purification station. Only two cards can be ‘recharged’ at the same time.]
After verifying that he could indeed command the grass, Zhou Qian had them wrap around him while he gave his location to Wu Ren, asking him to send over a recharged card, adding, [Don’t come from the wetland side. It’s easy to get trapped in an illusion.]
Thus, only after confirming he wouldn’t die, did Zhou Qian dare to lower his life points rapidly and put on a show using his ability to control the grass.
Wu Ren had informed Zhou Qian of the clearing station’s location, but in order to assist Zhou Qian as soon as possible, he was already on his way with a “recharged” card.
Now, Zhou Qian was on his way to meet up with Wu Ren.
Throughout this time, constant messages flashed across Zhou Qian’s wrist.
[Zhou Qian, you didn’t need to do that. You could have just had the grass bind Zhu Qiang. Why did you toy with him?]
[You took such a risk just to mock Zhu Qiang! How were you so sure Wu Ren was trustworthy? What if he didn’t give you the card or lied about the purification station’s location? Was it worth it to punish Zhu Qiang by reducing your time to just one minute?]
[Forget it, what’s done is done. But you need to put on those speed shoes and hurry to the purification station! Why are you walking so leisurely? What if Wu Ren changes his mind and doesn’t give you the card?]
……
“Hiss…” Zhou Qian quickly glanced at the messages, immediately looking away.
He raised his head, looking up into the void. He wasn’t sure Li Xuehai could see his face from this perspective, but…
He still said, “Doctor Li, you’ve become quite talkative for someone who’s usually so aloof and old-fashioned.”
Li Xuehai responded with: [……]
Zhou Qian smiled, then turned serious. “You heard my conversation with Zhu Qiang, didn’t you? So, I think… rather than worrying about Wu Ren, you should consider which of your colleagues might be a problem. This game isn’t simple. And… where do you think Qi Liuxing and Ke Yuxiao went? When I saw the illusion, you didn’t see it with me, did you? Did you notice where they were?”
Li Xuehai: [They headed toward the east side of the swamp, one ahead of the other and quite far apart. It seemed like they were both trapped in the illusion. They didn’t go south into the swamp. They just headed east. I’m not sure what’s there.]
Zhou Qian didn’t look at the system again and continued heading northwest. He had less than a minute left. He had to ensure his own survival first and then find Qi Liuxing and the others. Finally, he also had to locate Situ Qing and Yin Jiujiu. These two girls were powerful fighters and would be useful later.
Meanwhile, on the other side, in a pitch-black corridor.
Situ Qing and Yin Jiujiu were still trapped in the [Sky Net].
Moments earlier, Situ Qing had used a flashlight to inspect their surroundings and realized they were in a tunnel beneath the ground. The tunnel was lined with high-grade metal and was spacious enough for both of them to walk side by side.
Currently, considering the rate of decrease in life points, Situ Qing had 120 minutes left to live, while Yin Jiujiu had 140 minutes.
Unable to communicate with the outside world, they had to find a way out or locate tools to restore their life points.
“The range of the ‘Universe Shift’ is within 500 meters, so we’re not far from Station A12. We can get back to the surface,” Yin Jiujiu said. “Moreover, the Sky Net’s effect lasts for one hour. After that, we’ll be able to leave. When the time comes…”
“When that time comes, if Li Buhui kills Zhou Qian, do you really believe he’ll take you with him?” Situ Qing retorted.
Yin Jiujiu glared at her. However, she knew this wasn’t the time for internal conflicts. They had to work together to find an exit.
They moved strangely, shoulder to shoulder, legs entangled, both trapped by the net. Using the flashlight, they inched forward like snails, dragging the net with them.
After posing her question and getting no response, Situ Qing glanced at Yin Jiujiu and asked, “Honestly, how did Li Buhui deceive you? I’m not making fun of you. I once had contact with a terrifying group. They told me if I killed Zhou Qian, I could join them. I tried to kill Zhou Qian and failed. Afterward, I decided to follow him. So, understand? If you’re not with that group, then you were used by them. Li Buhui must be associated with them.”
Yin Jiujiu frowned, clearly reluctant to engage in this conversation. But she knew she had been used, and the existence of the group annoyed her.
After some hesitation, she said, “During a time when I was rapidly leveling up, I met Li Buhui. He was useless, just a freeloader. But he was willing to run errands for me, so I let him tag along. I genuinely didn’t see anything wrong with him.”
“Now that I think about it, he only started sticking to me after discovering I had a ticket to enter ‘Flower of Evil’. Actually, I had the entry ticket to this hidden instance for a long time but didn’t dare to enter because it was challenging. It wasn’t until Zhu Qiang casually chatted with me, mentioning players like Zhou Qian and Situ Qing entering…”
“That I decided to join.”
After a while, Situ Qing said, “I’m not a good person. One thing I deeply regret is killing Gao Shan. But before that, I didn’t kill anyone without a good reason. Like when out of five players, only four could survive, we had to fight. If I had Zhou Qian’s wisdom, perhaps I could find a way to clear the game without harming anyone. Actually, my gambler back then probably knew a way, but he wanted to see me kill someone for him, so he didn’t tell me.”
“I’m not saying this to vindicate myself. But I’m not a born killer. Especially after the first time I did it, I broke down for a long time.”
“In this game, I remember the name of every person I’ve killed. But I haven’t killed any of your friends. I think there’s more to this story. From the beginning to the end, you’ve been used.”
By the time their conversation reached this point, they had already traveled a significant distance in the tunnel. Situ Qing didn’t hear a response from Yin Jiujiu, but suddenly a thought crossed her mind—She’d never believe me. She’s just afraid I might kill her again.
“W-What did you say?” Situ Qing asked Yin Jiujiu.
“What? I didn’t say anything,” Yin Jiujiu responded instantly.
“You said you’d never believe me,” Situ Qing persisted.
“I…” Yin Jiujiu’s eyes widened. “You can read my thoughts? I only thought that for a moment…”
Then, another thought popped into Yin Jiujiu’s head—Is she dumber than me? After all that’s been said, she still doesn’t believe me. At this point, why would I lie?
“Situ Qing, it’s enough for you to fucking mock me once. Who would take someone like Li Buhui seriously? I was just careless. I’m not stupid!”
Yin Jiujiu shouted, then noticed Situ Qing’s puzzled gaze. “You can… You can read my thoughts too?”
The moment their eyes met, both of them felt utterly puzzled.
Just then, with a “snap” sound, both of them lost their balance and unexpectedly fell to the ground together. The instant their four hands propped them up from the ground, they both grabbed the Sky Net. Then, they tried to stand up one after the other, but their legs were uncoordinated, like they were tangled with each other, causing them to fall down again.
In the end, they both propped up their upper bodies with their hands and turned to look at their legs. As a warrior, Yin Jiujiu obviously had better physical strength. She propped herself up with one hand, while the other hand held up a flashlight.
The two girls, one with a fiery temper and the other cold as an iceberg, had both seen their fair share of challenges and could usually handle sudden situations with calmness. However, after shining the flashlight on their legs, they were both rendered speechless.
Somehow, Situ Qing’s left leg and Yin Jiujiu’s right leg had fused together.
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I want to explain Zhou Qian’s ability.
Zhou Qian’s skill is to slow down or even stop time. Take the instance when Gao Shan died: if both he and Zhou Qian were in the area where time was stopped, they shouldn’t be able to speak since everything stops in frozen time, including vocal cords, and sound cannot be propagated.
But in this story, there’s a concept where the holder of the “Rib of God” stands outside of time. Meaning, the person holding the Rib of God isn’t affected by any time constraints. So, when Zhou Qian freezes time and everyone else is still, unable to hear or speak, both he and Gao Shan, by touching the Rib of God, can communicate “outside of time”.
When time resumes, Gao Shan reaches the point in time where he dies.
Zhu Qiang experienced a similar phenomenon.
Some readers might not understand this, so I wanted to explain it further.
Lately, Qu Duanyun had been staying in the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence.
Either way, Shi Zhongyu already knew about his connection with the Immortal Assembly. Rather than being watched everywhere in Taiheng, it was better to spend more time in the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence to study. He left a note at the sect, so his duties weren’t neglected.
The current situation in Taiheng was quite awkward; it was better to lay low for a while.
The “villains” who plotted against the masters seemed to be related to the Immortal Assembly, but no direct evidence could be found. Not to mention other sects, disagreements arose first within Taiheng. Some believed Taiheng was also a victim, and Shi Zhongyu was only seizing the opportunity for power. Others, remembering the deceased Sect Master Qi, saw Qu Duanyun’s unclear involvement with the Immortal Assembly and criticized him.
Taiheng itself was in chaos, and its reputation plummeted. It happened to coincide with the Luojiu invasion. Facing internal and external threats, everything became muddled.
The Jianchen Temple, unlike Taiheng, was less worldly and had little influence on the frontier. It wasn’t easy for them to act against the imperial court.
From the looks of it, the Immortal Assembly’s goal to disrupt the martial world was thoroughly achieved.
Although his personal situation wasn’t ideal, Qu Duanyun showed no concern. In times of chaos, it was an opportunity to cleanse the sect’s reputation. When the war intensified, the first to rush out would surely be the naive ones.
Thinking this, Qu Duanyun scooped a spoonful of warm water, sprinkling it on the flesh idol in the temple.
Ever since he learned about the existence of the “Grandmaster”, serving the flesh idol became Qu Duanyun’s task. His master experimented with the body, merging it into the flesh idol. Unfortunately, the result wasn’t perfect—a full-fledged human couldn’t compare to the refined Shirou. To live eternally this way, the Grandmaster needed to occasionally consume the “immortal body”, or his organs would decay.
Even if he consumed the immortal body, his physique would exude some waste daily. Every day at dawn, someone needed to bathe it with warm water.
Compared to the chaos outside the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence, Qu Duanyun quite liked this task. Although the Grandmaster lived uncomfortably, his wisdom surpassed ordinary people.
Now, what Qu Duanyun wasn’t short of were questions.
“Centuries of peace and prosperity—was it truly blessed by the True Immortal?”
He watered enthusiastically, and the water mixed with a dark yellow, viscous liquid dripped down, emitting a faint fishy smell. But the scent of incense in the room was stronger, masking the stench quickly.
[No. The True Immortal merely conveyed intentions to the Hanging Tree and doesn’t have the power to turn the world upside down. The roots of the Hanging Tree reached the heavens; hence, it could disperse clouds, summon rain, solidify the earth, and protect the borders, granting our land a century of peace.]
The tone of the flesh idol Grandmaster was particularly indifferent.
[We cooperate with the Hanging Tree for mutual benefits. The Hanging Tree eliminates the weak and selects the strong for our land. We nurture good species and expand territories for it. Such collaboration establishes a glorious and invincible nation… It’s a pity that people are shortsighted and blinded by selfishness. The royal family lacks foresight. Otherwise, why would such grand plans be kept hidden?]
Reflecting on the matter of Qi Xundao, Qu Duanyun deeply agreed and couldn’t help but sigh.
Having expressed his sentiments, Qu Duanyun cleaned even more diligently. “Grandmaster, since the Hanging Tree has the power to reach the heavens, why not use it in the border wars?”
Raising a rare talent every century was good, but wasn’t the selection standard too strict? The power of the Invitation to God Formation was astonishing. With proper utilization, was there any war that couldn’t be won?
[No, there’s no such convenient solution in the world. The so-called “Invitation to God” is just using techniques to set a location, enticing the Hanging Tree to grow a new root. At that time, the True Immortal can control it with magic, indeed draining the life of nearby mortals.]
The flesh idol was silent for a while, sounding more profound.
[…However, everything adheres to the laws of nature. The Hanging Tree is now massive, and growing a new root consumes much of its vital qi. If it’s in a populated area, the lost vital qi can be replenished over time. But if too many roots are extended in barren frontiers, it’s harmful to the Hanging Tree. If it weren’t for the care of the True Immortal, the Hanging Tree wouldn’t have grown this big.]
‘Indeed,’ Qu Duanyun thought. More pests, fewer predators; that was the natural order. If such a thing was as resilient as weeds, all life would’ve been drained long ago.
[It’s a pity that mortals are, after all, just mortals. Sun Wang, although valiant, isn’t resourceful. The Hanging Tree under his protection has reached its limit.]
The monstrous old man opened his deformed fingers.
[Without destruction, there’s no establishment. I’ve clung to life for many years, waiting for this moment… a person with both wisdom and courage, with pure desire. Once that person consumes the Shirou, they can become the greatest Emperor ever, the true “Imperial Celestial”.]
A Child of Desire was arrogant and selfish by nature; he could never have a shred of pity for the weak and useless. He was the perfect material for an emperor. Now thinking of Shi Jingzhi, Qu Duanyun no longer felt any envy. He was thoroughly convinced of his defeat and was just waiting to be a loyal minister.
Qu Duanyun emptied the last spoonful of water from the bucket and respectfully bowed. “Thank you, Grandmaster, for your guidance. This time, our Hundred-Year Project is bound to succeed.”
The scene underneath the temple of the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence was completely different.
Compared to the delicate task of saving a life, causing a natural disaster was simpler. The True Immortal didn’t need to be present in person—he just needed to convey his intention to the Hanging Tree to disturb the climate.
Sun Wang was sitting in the deepest part, with countless black and red roots piercing through his clothes and connecting to him. His entire body was twisted and deformed, like a coarse bundle made of thick vines, with twisted roots protruding from the gaps of the “bundle” and spreading in all directions, gradually fading into the air.
Compared to an immortal, he looked more like a spirit formed from intertwined tree roots.
Jiang Youyue knelt in front of this massive entity; his posture as respectful as ever.
“The matter of the Root of Calamity is due to our negligence; we failed to find the loophole in the Great Prohibition,” he earnestly said. “However, the Wushu mines in Great Yun territory have been nearly destroyed by us. Even if a little remains, it won’t harm the Hanging Tree.”
“Even if that Root of Calamity tempts and ruins the Child of Desire, with previous successes as reference, our Hundred-Year Project will only be delayed by a few decades. Once this settles, we will surely deal with that Root of Calamity.”
Root of Calamity—truly a fitting name.
The Hanging Tree regarded that person as a part of itself, so even the True Immortal was powerless against him. Truly indestructible and inexhaustible, the only option was to imprison him carefully. At present, the enemy was in the dark while they were in the light, making capturing the Root of Calamity exceedingly difficult.
Jiang Youyue had heard of the Root of Calamity before—
During the founding of the country, there was a great general, Yin Zizhu, a man of both wisdom and beauty, resembling a fallen immortal. Back then, He Cheng’an, as the True Immortal, wanted to grant him the Shirou, allowing Yin Zizhu to become the new True Immortal. However, Yin Zizhu’s physique had a unique affinity with the Hanging Tree. After drinking the immortal wine, he gradually became one with the Hanging Tree’s roots.
True Immortals eventually leave to propagate in foreign lands. This was the natural way for the Hanging Tree to reproduce, allowing time for fruits to ripen and fall. But Yin Zizhu’s connection was exceptionally close; he couldn’t be used as a True Immortal.
Worse, Yin Zizhu hadn’t consumed the Shirou and had no love for the Hanging Tree. If allowed to roam the world and discover the truth, it was uncertain what chaos he might cause.
So, He Cheng’an changed his approach.
It was a rare situation, as the Hanging Tree saw him as one of its own “roots”. Its roots were invisible, beyond human interference, but Yin Zizhu was a tangible person. Similar to the roots of the Hanging Tree, he could be subjected to various experiments.
What happened next was well known to every Imperial Preceptor.
Creating idols, manufacturing “imitation roots”, using the idols to absorb the vital qi of the masses, and creating a “Child of Desire” on the ground resembling a “small Hanging Tree” marked the beginning of their Hundred-Year Project.
As for Yin Zizhu… He Cheng’an sealed him in the Northwest, using him as material for the Great Prohibition. This was a perfect design.
Next time they capture the Root of Calamity, they should cast him into molten iron. Even if he couldn’t be used as material, at least no mistakes would be made. Shi Jingzhi was a Child of Desire who would do anything to survive and was familiar with Yin Zizhu. Once he became the True Immortal, catching Yin Zizhu wouldn’t be an issue.
As they had expected, the moment Shi Jingzhi was accused of treason, he didn’t sit and wait for his fate.
Now, with wars breaking out and natural disasters imminent, chaotic times were approaching. The Emperor’s “bandit suppression order” had also been presented to that man.
Jiang Youyue had a feeling that by early summer, this matter would come to a resolution.
“…When Shi Jingzhi starts fighting with the royal family, I will send Duanyun to the front line to support the newly born True Immortal.”
“Sun Wang” didn’t respond for a long time.
That root-like entity slowly writhed, continuing its incomprehensible communication with the Hanging Tree. It completely ignored Jiang Youyue, treating him as if he were thin air.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Youyue understood this as tacit approval. Although the True Immortal could pretend to be a person with human-like characteristics, it rarely bothered to communicate directly. As long as there was no punishment, it meant everything was fine.
Perhaps this was related to its age. Maybe when Shi Jingzhi became a True Immortal, things would be livelier here.
Spring was in full bloom above the ground with the scent of peach blossoms, while the blood from the borderlands seeped into the Central Plains.
When the wall fell, everyone pushed. The Chigou Sect remained silent, the western regions were becoming increasingly restless, and storms and floods were raging in the south. In less than half a month, refugees were scattered everywhere. The martial sects hadn’t recovered and couldn’t protect the people, while bandit groups were sprouting up faster than post-rain mushrooms.
At a glance, there were disasters in the east, south, west, and north. It was as if the heavens had packed up three hundred years of accumulated calamities that Great Yun owed and solemnly repaid them all at once.
Nowhere was safe, and the center was equally unstable.
The news of the Emperor’s critical condition leaked out, and everyone knew of His Majesty’s grave illness. Bad luck was compounding; the illness was neither severe enough to warrant a regent nor mild enough to offer any hope.
Despite the dire situation, the Emperor showed no sign of being proactive. Xu Jingxing had become emaciated, no longer even glancing at official documents and only occasionally listening to war updates. The ever-present Prince of Rong was also nowhere to be seen. He was always timid and cherished his life; perhaps he had already found a place to hide.
The imperial court was in chaos, much like the situation with Taiheng in the past. Everyone was panicking, leading to utter disarray.
Amid this chaos, rumors spread by the Immortal Assembly were becoming widespread. Everywhere people talk about “the Emperor’s misdeeds, his jealous harm to his own kin, resulting in the loss of his heavenly mandate”, and “the destined virtuous Emperor was amongst the commoners, near Kushan”.
In desperation and panic, many people, along with their families, flock to the vicinity of Kushan, hoping to gain a touch of this “destiny”. Others were impersonating “Shi Jingzhi”, all wanting to claim the throne for themselves.
Consequently, where refugees gathered, bandits would follow suit. The area around Qizhou had truly become a den of thieves. Even before Luojiu approached, the past prosperity had already turned to smoke.
Yet, as the “chief culprit”, Shi Jingzhi himself never appeared.
On this day, the Yueshui Pavilion was as bustling as ever.
The border situation changed daily. Messengers rushed about so quickly that they occasionally bumped into each other, causing ink splatters.
Great Yun had been peaceful for hundreds of years, but now calamities were striking one after another.
“It’s been so long, and we still can’t contact the Mishan Sect…”
“Luojiu’s ‘Divine Saint’ is leading the army personally, and Generals Liu and Li were killed on the frontlines!”
“The Silk River has flooded again, affecting tens of thousands—”
The hall was in an uproar with not a single piece of good news could be heard. When Shen Zhu entered, she saw this chaotic scene.
As soon as she entered, the room quieted significantly. Not because people in Yidu respected their colleagues—there was history between Shen Zhu and the Kushan Sect. Maybe she knew something about the rebel, Shi Jingzhi!
People exchanged glances, and then, like hungry chickens, they swarmed around her. Amidst the barrage of questions, Shen Zhu, holding a comically oversized package, smiled and made her way to the Ministry of Heaven.
Standing before the puzzle submission platform, Shen Zhu paused for a moment, as if lost in thought. Finally, she rummaged in her chest and produced an extremely old wooden plaque.
“The puzzle is solved. I’ve come to submit it.”
The disciple guarding the platform, irritated by the noise, grunted and took the plaque. Expecting the same old, as a member of the Ministry of Heaven, he found Shen Zhu’s submissions to be mundane.
However, when he touched the plaque, something felt off. It felt smooth and cold, almost like jade. Unconsciously, he looked at the writing on it.
“Seeking Immortals?!” he blurted out in disbelief, his voice cracking.
“Yes.”
Shen Zhu’s smile blossomed. “I’ve found them.”
The room fell silent, followed by a sudden uproar.
This was a puzzle that the Ministry of Heaven had used as decoration since the foundation of the Yueshui Pavilion. It was more for decoration than research, waiting for her to give up or die so they could put it back.
No one expected this seemingly impossible puzzle to actually be solved.
“You…” The disciple behind the platform swallowed, his mind blank. “This isn’t the time for jokes! To submit such a significant puzzle, you need verifiable evidence and a coherent theory. If you’re just trying to attract attention…”
There was a snort.
With a thud, Shen Zhu placed a glass bottle filled with the Shirou pieces and a thick stack of papers on the table.
The papers were of varying ages; the newest ones seemed to be from a few days ago, while the older ones had been compiled into volumes, suggesting they were at least a decade old. The disciple quickly skimmed one, and his expression grew more rigid.
The techniques detailed were 90% unfamiliar to him. The decomposition of the formations was dizzying.
Yet, the writings were neat and comprehensive. From a glance, the arguments were clear and directions obvious. It didn’t look like a last-minute forgery. Considering the age of some papers, she had been researching this even before joining the Yueshui Pavilion.
Insane.
Why is a woman of common birth so fanatical about these nonsensical things?
“When I took this token, to be honest, I did it merely out of convenience. Even if there are gods in this world, I wouldn’t worship them in the slightest.”
Seeing the stunned expression of the disciple, Shen Zhu’s smile grew even brighter.
“Now that I’ve found the truth I sought, who knew even this question would be effortlessly answered. Take it for verification. I have only two demands.”
“…What are they?”
“First, honor the promise from the Ministry of Heaven. From today, I am the Minister of the Ministry of Heaven… unless you can prove me wrong. Don’t think about destroying or altering it; whether it’s the argument or the physical evidence, I have plenty of backups. Even if this Shirou is gone, I have other substitutes that can’t be completely destroyed.”
“This… This…”
“Don’t worry, I’ve specifically added a second requirement for you. I want this article and evidence to be spread to every corner of the Yueshui Pavilion in Great Yun. After all, the more people there are to disprove it, the better, right?”
Her voice grew louder, making no effort to hide the provocation in it. Her smile grew wider, eventually bursting into laughter.
“Come on, come and verify it. The Yueshui Pavilion’s Ministry of Heaven is full of elites. Surely they won’t be defeated by a ‘weak woman’ like me who just muddles through life, right?”
Many eyes watched intently, and those behind the stage didn’t dare to dawdle. He carefully unpacked the mountainous stack of articles, scanned each one with a tool, and immediately transmitted them using a messaging spell.
But just as he finished, another person rushed into the hall, looking flustered, heading straight for the side table. His voice was loud, and everyone could hear him clearly.
“It’s chaos, complete chaos! After all these days, there’s finally movement from the Kushan Sect!”
He gestured excitedly.
“The first to act was Su Si! He… He’s collecting gold, but only supports Shi Jingzhi at this time!”
The news was significant but not shocking. Given the more bizarre events that transpired just now, it seemed trivial. The surrounding people were still deeply engrossed in the matter of Seeking Immortals, their faces numb.
Seeing that nobody reacted, the man stomped his foot in frustration. “Su Si didn’t rob ordinary people or wealthy households; he robbed the temples of gods and immortals!”
Shen Zhu covered her mouth with a sleeve, feigning shock. Behind the sleeve, she revealed an approving smile.
“For all his chatter, his actions are quite swift,” she murmured silently.
Miles away.
“Greetings, Patriarch.”
Protector Hua, having been fitted with a prosthetic limb, knelt with some difficulty.
Chigou was in recovery and had many concerns. Because of Wu Huaixin’s malicious actions, they had to compensate the suffering villagers, spending a lot of money. Now, with the threat from the West looming, even she, a reclusive Protector, had to be dispatched, running around.
But as soon as she returned to the main branch, she heard news of “the Chigou Sect attacking temples everywhere” and almost lost her footing.
Was the Patriarch position of the Chigou Sect cursed? Why did everyone who touched it go insane? She didn’t even have time to change her clothes and rushed to the new Patriarch.
“Patriarch, Yan Zheng is willing to befriend you to help you annex the Ling Sect. We indeed didn’t suffer much… but the Ling Sect’s branches are filled with lunatics. They’re naturally defiant and crazy, and they’ve long been at odds with our sect. In my opinion, it’s best to first tame the Ling Sect members before making other plans.”
The rest of what she wanted to say was evident in her expression—The world is in chaos, and you just ascended to this position, not yet firmly seated. Such brazen actions might lead to problems.
“Hm?” Su Si sat cross-legged on the Patriarch’s seat, casually munching on mulberries. “Oh, those crazies from the Ling Sect. I’ve already disciplined them well. They’re quite obedient now.”
Other Protectors stood in the hall, holding their breath, with some trying to signal Protector Hua. But she, fearing another disaster, was too anxious to notice their intentions.
Indeed, Protector Hua continued hastily, “Forgive my frankness, but the people of the Ling Sect are used to deceit. It’s common for them to say one thing and do another. Patriarch, you are young and might easily be deceived by those scourges…”
Snap.
A blood-stained cloth bag was thrown in front of Hua Jingchun. She opened it to find a bag full of flesh cleaned of blood.
“What’s this?”
“Flesh connected to tendons,” Su Si said nonchalantly. “I picked the most troublesome ones and dealt with them, while the most arrogant ones were killed outright.”
Seeing his demeanor, it seemed he was prepared for her reaction.
“I told those people that if they don’t obey their new master, they’re free to assassinate or openly attack. But I don’t have the patience of Yan Zheng; I won’t let people die quickly and easily.”
The words caught in Hua Jingchun’s throat, choking her into silence—though the Kushan Sect had suffered many casualties along the way, they had at least not committed any atrocities. They had even saved quite a few people. Su Si was an old acquaintance of the Sect Master, and she had originally worried that he would be swayed by old sentiments and be indecisive…
How laughable! When it came to ruthlessness, not only did this man match Wu Huai, he was on par with the members of the Ling Sect. With such a bandit-like demeanor, he seemed capable of controlling those lunatics from the Ling Sect. However, the once stable reputation of the Chigou Sect would probably never return…
Hua Jingchun felt a surge of weariness.
Since the Patriarch was designated by Matron Wuxue, there was no choice but to accept him now. At the very least, Su Si wouldn’t vent his frustrations on his subordinates and would listen to reason.
So, Protector Hua took a deep breath and advised earnestly from another angle. “Sect Master Shi has shown kindness to both of us. Your willingness to help him is admirable and righteous. However, while we can rob the Immortal Assembly, disturbing the temple will anger the local people. Patriarch, we need to think this through…”
Even if she trusted Matron Wuxue’s judgment, Hua Jingchun still felt that Su Si might use the Chigou Sect and then abandon them.
“I am thinking it through.”
“Protector Hua is right.” The Protector who was in charge of this matter couldn’t sit still any longer. He bowed to Su Si. “Given the unstable situation, more people are turning to gods and Buddhas. The common people believe in these deities, and our actions will definitely be resented… Last time we seized the temple in Yongsheng, the locals formed a human wall to block us, it was…”
“A human wall? So what? The Chigou Sect is, after all, a demonic sect. Can’t we even deal with ordinary people? If there are not enough hands, tell me, and I’ll arrange more for you. Unless you can’t handle the soldiers, don’t bring this up again.”
Su Si finished his mulberries, narrowing his eyes contentedly.
“My orders won’t change. Remember, don’t speak out of turn about things you shouldn’t. The members of our Red Scorpion Feet aren’t just here for free meals. That’s how it is working under me. Now that I’m here, it won’t be easy for me to leave.”
The expressions of those present varied, each showing their own level of fatigue. Perhaps the Chigou Sect was cursed this year, with each new Patriarch being more troublesome than the last.
Still persistent, Hua Jingchun knelt down. “Patriarch!”
“Sister Hua.”
Su Si jumped off his seat and squatted in front of Hua Jingchun. He caressed the handle of his knife and touched the mountain ghost coin. The smile in his eyes was enigmatic.
“Speaking from my heart, I truly despise Matron Wuxue. But Chigou is the best tool I can grasp. I will use this tool to protect others and won’t discard it once it’s used. Don’t worry, I aim to be a world-famous Hero.”
“Some words can only be spoken at the right moment. Some things… can only be done by the right person.”
“How about trusting me this once?”
The author has something to say:
If the fox obediently eats the Shirou, then there will be a plot where the fox and the demonic lord kill each other.
The internal situation of the Taiheng Sect was in chaos.
The reappearance of the Reverse Yang Token was a rare event that hadn’t happened in a century. The Taiheng Sect was an ancient sect that existed since the founding of the country, and the Reverse Yang Token had only been formally invoked twice. The Taiheng Sect owned shops and fertile lands, with a considerable income. The two sect leaders lost their sanity, colluding with corrupt officials to embezzle the sect’s assets.
Then the Reverse Yang Token was invoked, and the evidence was irrefutable. In a few days, the two were dealt with severely and expelled from the sect.
However, Shi Zhongyu used the Reverse Yang Token ambiguously. She didn’t find evidence of Qu Duanyun’s wrongdoings, but brazenly displayed the Reverse Yang Token. This meant that Qu Duanyun had to inform her before making any major moves in the Taiheng Sect.
A single mountain couldn’t accommodate two tigers*. Suddenly, the Taiheng S ect had two “sect leaders”, leaving the members at a loss. Unlike other sects that resolved conflicts quickly, the situation in Taiheng dragged on painfully.
*(一山不容二虎) Idiom referring to how it’s incompatible for two strong people to be in the same place.
On a sunny spring day, two sect members chatted in low voices.
“Lately, Sect Master Qu hasn’t been returning to the sect. Maybe he’s too annoyed by Senior Sister. They used to get along. How did things end up like this?”
“Who knows? I feel Senior Sister is nitpicking. The Qu Clan has good relations with the imperial court, so it’s not surprising that the Immortal Assembly would want the sect leader as the Alliance Leader. Their methods may be unclean, but our sect leader may not be aware.”
One of them became quite agitated. “The duel drawing box was made by Senior Brother; our sect guarantees no cheating. Just because Senior Sister had bad luck and ran into someone from the Immortal Assembly, she can’t vent her anger on the sect leader.”
“Shh! Keep it down, isn’t that Senior Jin?”
Not far away, Jin Lan was carrying a pile of miscellaneous items with a helpless expression on his. He had clearly been there for a while. Known as a supporter of Shi Zhongyu, he had heard their unkind words. The two stood upright, waiting for a reprimand.
“I believe Senior Sister is thinking of Taiheng’s best interests.”
Jin Lan didn’t reprimand them but instead continued calmly.
“Don’t talk about the martial arts conference; there’s a big problem with our Tranquil Heart Pills. If we don’t take some tough measures, who knows how the rumors will spread in the martial world.”
“Brother Jin is right.” The two young disciples immediately bowed their heads.
Jin Lan forced a smile. “No need for idle chit-chat here. Go to the east gate and help. The people from the Twin Rivers station just returned and brought back many things.”
The two hurriedly agreed and rushed towards the east gate. Jin Lan looked at the clear sky feeling as if a weight had dropped in his stomach, pulling on his heart and making him feel heavy.
Twin Rivers had fallen.
Taiheng was close to Yidu, surrounded by prosperity and peace. People had lived peacefully for three hundred years and had long forgotten the taste of war. Originally, Great Yun could rely on its population to resist Luojiu. Now, with spring in full bloom, Luojiu’s cavalry was unstoppable.
Twin Rivers was the closest major city to Luojiu. It used to be filled with merchants from all countries and had many wealthy families. However, in just a few days, the bustling market turned into ruins. Soldiers fought on the frontline, and the people of Taiheng did their best but only managed to evacuate some of the civilians safely.
Once the front line was broken, it was like a flood; hard to control. Twin Rivers was far from the Emperor’s reach, and the imperial court’s response was even slower than usual. Seeing the breach, neighboring small countries also took action, afraid of missing out.
Under the beautiful spring light, the bloodstains on the ground looked even more vivid.
However, in this crisis, the imperial court didn’t take any measures. Half of the people had no idea, saying all sorts of things. The other half believed that Great Yun, glorious for three hundred years, couldn’t possibly fall to barbarians. The idea of “country destroyed and family ruined” seemed too distant and unreal; hardly anyone took it seriously.
If the martial world were still stable…
Sect Master Qi would definitely approach the imperial court for inquiries, send experts to protect the people, and decisively handle the Twin Rivers situation. Seeing this, the Jianchen Temple would not sit by and watch the suffering; they would help. Matron Wuxue would probably join hands with Taiheng, sending assassins to disrupt the enemy formation. The Ling Sect, though full of lunatics, was territorial like wild animals and would likely wreak havoc in the enemy camp.
Great Yun’s martial world forces were strong, and with the unity of military and civilians, the situation wouldn’t be too bad.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world.
…The villains had harmed the senior members and disrupted the martial world. Now it seemed there was a deeper purpose. Bad news followed bad news, and the ordinary people were helpless.
Hopefully, the Emperor would wake up soon and face the dire situation on the frontier.
Unfortunately, Jin Lan’s wish was destined to be in vain—inside the palace, the situation wasn’t much better than at Taiheng.
Xu Jingxing had fallen seriously ill.
He didn’t collapse suddenly like Qi Xundao but weakened day by day. The imperial physician could only diagnose it as “being overworked”.
Xu Jingxing was a decent Emperor. He had been studious since his days as crown prince and wasn’t interested in romance. He ascended the throne late, and though he had several heirs, the eldest was only around ten and couldn’t bear great responsibilities.
Thankfully, Xu Jingxing was smart. His brothers, who were pampered and weak, weren’t daring enough to rebel. Xu Jingming, his maternal brother, even had the privilege of visiting.
Everyone, from officials to commoners, knew that the Prince of Rong was just a decorative figure.
“Twin Rivers is gone.”
Xu Jingxing leaned on his sickbed; his eyes somewhat vacant.
“Jingming, do you think I did something wrong? I did my best, yet I couldn’t protect this land… Could it be true about fate and luck? Have I been too disrespectful to the Imperial Celestial?”
Xu Jingming looked at his emaciated brother and couldn’t find words.
Before Xu Jingming could reply, Xu Jingxing turned his head weakly and smiled. “What’s the matter? If it were usual times, you’d seize the opportunity to, cough, scold Jingzhi.”
Xu Jingming held his fan tighter, looking down even more.
“I don’t know,” he said dispiritedly. “I… I don’t think you did anything wrong. As for the rest…”
He paused, unable to continue.
His elder brother always disagreed with Jiang Youyue. In reality, the Imperial Preceptor and his followers were indeed plotting. Xu Jingxing hadn’t misjudged them.
His brother had let Shi Jingzhi, the “nation’s calamity”, roam free. Yet from what he saw, Shi Jingzhi didn’t seem to have the opportunity to stir things up. Xu Jingxing’s judgment was still accurate.
So was rectifying corrupt officials wrong? Or was ensuring the people’s livelihood and peace wrong? Even when fighting with Luojiu, Xu Jingming watched the entire time.
Although Xu Jingxing leaned conservative, the ultimate reason for defeat wasn’t the Emperor’s incompetence but the overwhelming power of the enemy, as if they weren’t mere mortals.
The only solution was to take the initiative to invade and annex them when Luojiu was weak. If one had to point out the only “mistake” of his elder brother, it might just be “disliking war”.
It was a mistake that wasn’t really a mistake, but it still pushed his Emperor Brother to a dead end, and he was on the verge of bearing infamy forever.
When the country was at peace and the people were safe, he always made early preparations against Shi Jingzhi. But now that calamity was upon them, Xu Jingming no longer had the heart to blame that monster.
“Forget it, don’t force yourself to answer me,” Xu Jingxing said, closing his eyes slightly and his voice getting fainter. “Things have come to this point, I… I also…”
Just as Xu Jingxing revealed a hint of regret, Lu Fu’s greeting came from outside the door. That fleeting vulnerability was replaced by the emperor’s usual dignity.
The old eunuch entered the door, immediately bowing down in respect.
“This Old Slave brought you today’s reports.”
Xu Jingming, already irritated, became even more frustrated. “If it’s just a war report, so be it. But why bring in these trivial matters at this time?”
“Your Highness, this is no small matter,” Lu Fu whispered. “I also feel for the Emperor, but I really have no choice… Haa, the rumors outside are spreading like wildfire. His Majesty must know.”
Xu Jingxing, too weak to get out of bed and with no mood to listen to the old eunuch’s incessant talking, glanced aside. Lu Fu got the hint and began to read the report.
The report wasn’t long, but its contents left both of them pale—
Shi Jingzhi was planning a rebellion.
Xu Jingxing immediately forced himself to sit up, furrowing his brows. Lu Fu moved closer on his knees, presenting the report for the emperor to see clearly.
Xu Jingxing struggled to read, his face growing paler. He looked at his younger brother beside him, seemingly exhausted, and leaned back on the bed.
“I’m tired, you continue reading,” he said with a sense of despair.
“Yes.”
Lu Fu cleared his throat and carefully continued. The report, written by the prefect of Qizhou, expressed grave concern. It claimed that Shi Jingzhi was “posing as the Emperor’s heir”, causing unrest on the frontier, stirring up the people near Kushan, and bribing martial artists.
Much of the report was filled with various evidence, from “disrupting the martial world and placing forces everywhere” to “recruiting soldiers and spreading rumors about the Emperor’s immorality”. The multitude of allegations was overwhelming.
Listening, Xu Jingming’s head buzzed, and he barely dared to breathe.
He had heard about the issue of Shirou being taken away. Could it be that Shi Jingzhi, having lost his sight, wanted to stir the waters and drag the entire Great Yun to ruin with him? But it could also be a conspiracy by the Imperial Preceptor’s faction. Everything was so confusing that Xu Jingming didn’t know who to trust.
However, given the sensitive situation and this news of rebellion…
“I understand.”
Indeed, Xu Jingxing’s face was calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of near-desperate exhaustion. His gaze passed over Lu Fu, staring at an empty space, as if communicating with someone.
“True or false, I’ve made a miscalculation in this game of chess. There’s no choice… no choice,” he murmured.
Beside him, Xu Jingming remained silent, his hands clenched into fists beneath his sleeves.
The atmosphere in the imperial palace was heavy, while a warm wind blew in the quiet town outside.
The river shimmered with a faint red hue, and the strong smell of blood dispersed with the wind. Yin Ci put away his Hanging Shadow Sword and wiped it with a cloth.
In front of him lay a neatly dissected… pig. Although the cuts were precise, they seemed to be done with a hint of irritation, perhaps reflecting the butcher’s mood.
The two were newlyweds but hadn’t enjoyed much marital bliss. Shi Jingzhi got the finger of the True Immortal and devoted himself day and night studying it, almost locking himself in the temple. If not for Yin Ci bringing him meals, he might have starved.
Yin Ci also had tasks, gathering news in a place where information was hard to come by and ensuring they were always informed. Their collaboration was good, but still…
Shi Jingzhi seemed to lock himself away too much. They had important matters to discuss today and needed a serious talk.
After preparing the rest of the pork, Yin Ci began to cook. He arranged the food in a box, adding a peach blossom and a candied fruit. Carrying the food, he headed towards the temple courtyard.
“Zizhu,” Shi Jingzhi called out, sensing him even before he knocked. “Is it braised pork and oil-fried vegetables today? Just leave it at the courtyard door.”
“We’re eating together today,” Yin Ci said firmly.
On the other side of the door, Shi Jingzhi was silent for a moment and replied aggrievedly, “Of course I thought about it too… But I just like you so much. If you stay here for too long, I can’t calm down for half an hour. Go back, go back quickly. Otherwise, Master will have to recite the Purifying Words again.”
Yin Ci chuckled. “It’s been so long, you think I don’t want to see you?”
Before he finished his sentence, Shi Jingzhi quickly opened the door, a face full of “you can’t blame me” sneakiness. That fleeting joy didn’t last long before it was shattered by Yin Ci’s next sentence.
“You’ve become a traitor.”
Ignoring the chopped fingers of the True Immortal near him, Yin Ci casually brought the stewed meat to the table as he said it lightly.
“Ah? So soon?” Shi Jingzhi’s expression froze for a moment, then his smile became bitter. “I thought that Sun… the True Immortal would come to see me a few more times.”
“He’s probably afraid of you lingering too long, allowing me to find a way to persuade you.” Yin Ci scoffed coldly. “Besides, being an ‘Immortal’ who is always watching you, fearing you might run away, wouldn’t that make him even more suspicious?”
“…True.”
Shi Jingzhi fed Yin Ci a piece of meat with chopsticks and smacked his lips.
“Well, whether I stick my neck out or not, I can’t avoid the knife. At least it proves that they were fooled by us, which is a good thing.”
That day, when they lured the “Immortal”, in order for their opponent to feel they had an advantage, the two intentionally didn’t appear too intimate.
They gave their opponents a seemingly plausible “truth” —
They both knew about the Hundred-Year Project. Shi Jingzhi might not be foolish enough to be easily deceived, but he was willing to risk his life to investigate, most likely under Yin Ci’s influence. Yin Ci’s action was simply to destroy the Hundred-Year Project and seek revenge on the royal family and the Imperial Preceptor.
The seemingly harmonious master-disciple duo of the Kushan Sect was just a relationship of using and being used.
For the Immortal Assembly, the path ahead was clear.
To force Shi Jingzhi to drop his reservations quickly, making him feel trapped would be more effective than persuasion. The chaos had already begun, with the power of the emperor and longevity being presented together. One step forward, and he’d be the ruler of the world. Who would want to keep guessing and doubting along with a sworn enemy?
And with Shi Jingzhi carrying the label of a “national calamity”, it wasn’t out of the question that the Emperor was framing him. Either way, the Immortal Assembly had everything calculated perfectly.
Thinking about this, Shi Jingzhi couldn’t help but look at Yin Ci again.
Spring peach blossoms looked like pink snow, and he too was dressed in light colors. However, the image of Yin Ci dressed in a wedding gown from not long ago was still firmly etched in his mind.
The lineage of the Imperial Preceptor probably never imagined that the true nature of the storm’s center involved the two of them “using each other” to the point of becoming wedded.
Thinking of this, Shi Jingzhi felt a wave of contentment.
“Speaking of which, they really know how to make a fuss. They sent such a seditious script, and if I don’t accept it, I’d lose my head. How could I refuse? …I wonder when my elder brother will come to destroy me. I’ve never been to the front lines of a war myself, so there’s something new to do.”
Holding the chopsticks, Shi Jingzhi spoke nonchalantly.
Well, the stewed meat is delicious, and the soup is also good soaked in the bread. After all, he and his general were together, so they could tackle any problem. Compared to becoming a traitor, he had more important things to worry about.
“But Zizhu, if they come too fast, remember to block for me a bit. That Immortal’s finger is interesting. I need to study it for some time.”
Seeing him bring it up, Yin Ci raised an eyebrow. “I just saw a sparrow.”
“Oh, that’s Shen Zhu returning to Yidu, giving me a report.” Shi Jingzhi waved his hand, wiping the bottom of the plate with a piece of bread. “You can rest assured, everything is going smoothly.”
“Although I can’t use magic, theoretically I can help you a bit. You don’t need to work too hard—”
Shi Jingzhi was truly frail. He even stopped practicing martial arts, only burying his head in work day after day. Even though this person wouldn’t die easily, Yin Ci still found it hard to watch.
Before he finished speaking, Shi Jingzhi leaned over and pecked Yin Ci’s lips.
“I’ve got the true teachings of Senior Chen and have plenty of time. Now that it’s so chaotic outside, you’re tired enough scouting around.”
Shi Jingzhi smiled contentedly, with an air of having everything under control.
“Alright, go rest for a while. I’ll continue to ponder some magic here and will rest on time.”
However, just after Yin Ci stepped out, Shi Jingzhi took out the thin silk that the sparrow had brought. The silk was densely written on, and at a glance, it wasn’t just a simple “reporting safety” message.
[I’ve returned to Yidu and used a good magic weapon to inspect the Shirou.]
[Once integrated with the Hanging Tree, all internal organs must be nurtured by its roots. Forcibly separating the roots would only result in a puddle of flesh. Senior Yin is bound to live and die with the Hanging Tree, unable to return to his ordinary human form.]
[However, if you keep the Hanging Tree, that Immortal will certainly not let you go easily. What will you do?]
Holding the thin silk with two fingers, Shi Jingzhi slowly burned it with a golden flame until it was completely consumed, leaving no trace of ash. Then, Sect Master Shi wiped the ash from his hands, lifted a large cylindrical piece of finger flesh, and wobbled into the inner chamber of the temple.
Inside the temple, the floor was littered with scattered papers, and the stench of blood and flesh was nauseating. Shi Jingzhi seemed unaffected by the smell. He found a clear space, sat down directly, and began to write feverishly. From time to time, he would cough, wiping away the blood he spat out with scrap paper and carelessly throwing it aside.
“Why does everyone force me to make choices?”
While researching the technique in his hand, he murmured to himself.
The sky had darkened slightly. The color of the eerie grass became even more ink-like.
The color of the plants was bizarrely unpredictable, and the invisible substances floating in the air were extremely dangerous. They constantly read the DNA of humans, simultaneously integrating the genetic codes of other animals and plants at random, altering humans and causing rapid mutations.
Behind his transparent mask, Zhu Qiang was unaware of the principles behind these phenomena.
He simply looked up at Zhou Qian, who stood among the inky grasses, like a fish on a chopping board that had given up struggling and didn’t even bother to move.
For the “last question” that Zhou Qian had posed, Zhu Qiang was evidently unwilling to answer. He suddenly realized that Zhou Qian wasn’t just casually talking about his life principles or his thoughts.
Zhou Qian was clearly trying to extract information from him. Was Zhou Qian’s objective to get revenge with the help of that Rank God player?
After a moment, possibly recognizing Zhu Qiang’s reluctance to answer, Zhou Qian said, “Hmm. It seems you’re too afraid to answer this question. Even if I were about to die, you still wouldn’t dare. Well, that’s fine… I won’t ask you anymore. But I have something to tell you. In this game, one has to be utterly ruthless to make it to the end.”
“What do you mean?” Zhu Qiang frowned, seemingly not grasping why Zhou Qian would make such a comment.
Zhou Qian looked up at him with a hint of madness in his eyes. “Do you know what I would do if I were in your place? If I saw you tied up here, unable to move, I wouldn’t just stand outside talking. I would come in and kill you myself. Don’t you get it? If you let the trap in this level kill me, my death will be attributed to the trap, and you’ll gain nothing. But if you kill me yourself, you can take my life point cards. Although I don’t have many points left, who knows? Maybe those points will save your life in the end. To kill me means gaining points, but it also means you have to come in and consume more of your own points. However, if you’re fast enough, killing me would be beneficial.”
Considering the situation, Zhou Qian couldn’t be playing any tricks, could he? He shouldn’t be able to.
“Ha ha…”
Zhu Qiang’s hesitation made Zhou Qian burst into laughter, further infuriating Zhu Qiang. “What are you laughing at, Zhou Qian?!”
Zhou Qian responded, “Of course, I’m laughing at your cowardice and fear. Look, even in my current state, you’re still afraid of me. You don’t dare come in.”
Zhou Qian continued with a smirk, “I walked straight into a trap set by the Peach Blossom Legion. You claimed that even though the legion planned it, you were the executor. Yet here I am, bound and unable to escape, and you… you can’t even approach me.”
“Admit it, Zhu Qiang. You’re a coward!”
Zhu Qiang was unwilling to admit it, but he had no choice but to acknowledge one thing—Zhou Qian was speaking the truth.
It was clear that the person who was bound and waiting for death was Zhou Qian, and he, Zhu Qiang, was the one looking down upon him from above!
However, their states were incredibly disparate.
Zhou Qian might have appeared to have given up struggling, but he was genuinely calm and composed, while Zhu Qiang felt like he was just putting on a show. Clearly, Zhou Qian was the one in the position of the captured prey, and he was the hunter who captured him!
Yet, when Zhu Qiang looked into his eyes, he paradoxically felt like he was the prey who had walked into a trap.
Because of this twisted perception, Zhu Qiang’s first reaction to Zhou Qian’s suggestion that he come and kill him was indeed—as Zhou Qian said—hesitation.
Zhu Qiang had long decided to kill Zhou Qian.
He even adopted the alias “Buhui*” to showcase his determination.
*Clarity: [Buhui] (不悔) means no regrets/unrepentant.
But in the end, why did he hesitate to take Zhou Qian’s life? Why shouldn’t he?
He should definitely end Zhou Qian’s life and take his life points!
Zhou Qian, being the kind of person who holds grudges, just wanted to mock him one last time in the final moments of his life!
Or perhaps, realizing that he couldn’t survive, he wanted to provoke him to walk into the trap and die here with him!
That was all there was to it. Zhou Qian could only possibly play these two tricks!
He obviously didn’t need to be afraid! He could go in and kill him with his own hands!
“Zhou Qian, of course I dare to kill you. Thank you for reminding me that I can also obtain your life points card by killing you with my own hands.” Zhu Qiang sneered and took out some items from his bag. It was surprisingly live pet chicks purchased at some unknown time.
[Player Zhu Qiang used item: Scouting Chicks]
[Function Description: Can’t decipher maze traps? No problem. The chicks are here to help! Five clever chicks know how to navigate mazes and identify traps; there is always one that can find the correct path!]
[Grade: B]
Five chicks came out in a line, landing on the ground. Zhu Qiang used them as scouting tools, each taking different paths towards the ink-colored bushes.
They were all fine walking in the outer area, but as they approached Zhou Qian, they fell into traps one by one, entangled by the ink-colored grass. Finally, only one chick didn’t step into a trap.
It successfully reached a spot very close to Zhou Qian and then temporarily stopped moving.
Seeing this, Zhu Qiang’s eyes curved in amusement.
That was enough; as long as he got to where the chick was now, this distance… was sufficient to kill Zhou Qian himself. As long as he followed the path it just took, he wouldn’t step into any traps.
Nevertheless, facing the overly intelligent Zhou Qian, Zhu Qiang still didn’t dare to let his guard down.
He looked at Zhou Qian and examined him carefully once again. Indeed, Zhou Qian’s limbs were all tightly bound. The ink-colored grass penetrated every part, even entering every crevice of his ten fingers, wrapping around each one of them.
Besides, the grass growing from Zhou Qian’s body itself was intertwined with this ink-colored grass, seemingly inseparable. From top to bottom, even Zhou Qian’s fingertips were trapped. He absolutely couldn’t lift his hand or move his fingers; he couldn’t even take any items out of his bag now!
The only thing Zhou Qian was holding, also entangled by countless ink-colored grasses, was his Rib of God. But there wasn’t resentful energy for him to use here, and he couldn’t harm himself to below 10% health to unleash his ultimate move. Secondly, his regular skill induced illusions, but Zhu Qiang was fully prepared against this.
To avoid being affected by the swamp, Zhu Qiang prepared a mask in advance. This transparent mask, given by Priest, was very thin but highly effective, ensuring that the brain nerves wouldn’t be disturbed by any external factors.
Thus, wearing this mask, Zhu Qiang wouldn’t fall victim to the illusions created by the swamp or Zhou Qian’s skills.
Unable to use ultimate and his regular skills were ineffective against Zhu Qiang, and there was absolutely no possibility to get other items from the bag…
That meant Zhou Qian only had one remaining skill—to slow or stop time.
But this could only delay his death. Even if he stopped time, when his mana was exhausted, he would inevitably meet his demise.
After confirming this again, Zhu Qiang felt temporarily relieved and took out two items from his bag—a knife and a lighter.
The knife was just a regular one; Zhu Qiang held it and threw it towards the chick nearest to him that was entangled by the ink-colored grass. His aim wasn’t bad. The tip of the knife accurately sliced the ink-colored grass; thus, he discovered that this type of grass could still be cut by a regular knife.
Even with the chicks scouting the path, Zhu Qiang was still wary. He tested the magical grass with the knife to ensure he could cut it to free himself if needed.
Zhu Qiang believed he was adequately prepared, unlike Zhou Qian, who fled here in a panic, holding the self-rescue knife and fire in his hands. After taking a breath and gripping the items tightly, Zhu Qiang eventually stepped into the area with the ink-colored grass.
In the beginning, Zhu Qiang took steps very slowly, observing the situation as his points decreased.
He wasn’t calculating whether the points gained from killing Zhou Qian, subtracted by the decrease in his own life points, would still yield any profit.
After all, his entering proved that he wasn’t afraid of Zhou Qian’s schemes and dared to kill him with his own hands; this was the main goal.
Zhu Qiang just wanted to roughly calculate the speed of the points decrease to ensure that he wouldn’t foolishly die here due to a delay, and then he would dare to act.
After making sufficient preparations, Zhu Qiang, step by step, followed the path found using his props and arrived very close to Zhou Qian. Here, he could kill Zhou Qian and also easily pick up the life point card that fell from Zhou Qian’s body.
But at this moment, Zhu Qiang suddenly noticed something abnormal. He saw several cards scattered behind Zhou Qian.
The system had mentioned that many items that could increase life points were randomly hidden in the instance.
Could it be that these cards were hidden in such places?
That is great!
Zhu Qiang thought about it carefully and found this design very reasonable.
Cards conspicuously marked with life points were the ultimate temptation tool. They lure the players closer! But once the players approached, they would find themselves trapped in a place where life points were rapidly drained; they not only failed to increase life points but also perished completely!
Lifting his foot to walk in that direction, Zhu Qiang subsequently withdrew it, looked at Zhou Qian in front of him, and laughed. “Is this your plan? You want me to die with you? Hahaha…”
“At this point, Qian Ge, I have to thank you. When watching you play ‘Apple Paradise’, I remembered something you said through the screen. The designer of this game likes to play with people’s minds. Placing cards that increase points in places that decrease points is his trick. The most tempting places are the most dangerous! And the most dangerous places are relatively safe… tsk tsk tsk—”
“You wouldn’t have been trapped because you were unintentionally running in that direction to pick up those cards, would you?”
“It proves that the illusions in the swamp still greatly affected you. When you hastily escaped here, indeed you didn’t have time to clear your thoughts. That’s why you fell for it so easily.”
“Haa, it’s a pity. You’re more meticulous than I imagined. A miscalculation.” After sighing lightly, Zhou Qian seemed to have completely run out of words. He just lowered his head, his face completely pale.
Zhu Qiang sneered at him and then took out five chicks to help him scout the way, eventually successfully reaching the place where several cards with life points were scattered.
After comparing the first card he drew, Zhu Qiang found no problems with these cards and picked them up.
Four cards, each with 6 points, and the countdown below the numbers hadn’t appeared yet; this was reasonable. Zhu Qiang knew from Wu Ren’s situation that when the points on the drawn cards were cleared, only then would the countdown on the subsequent cards begin.
Thus, Zhu Qiang found that he had gained 24 points in one go. In this instance, excluding the special areas where points dropped faster, 1 point in the normal areas was approximately equal to 20 minutes.
This meant he now had an additional 480 minutes!
He didn’t even have to rush; he had plenty of time to torment Zhou Qian!
After putting away the cards, Zhu Qiang returned to Zhou Qian’s side and then saw him make a move, tightly holding the bone in his hand and muttering something.
Subsequently, Zhu Qiang felt a slight distortion in the space; when he walked towards Zhou Qian, everything was normal at first, but when he got in front of Zhou Qian, his steps uncontrollably slowed down.
Sure enough, Zhou Qian could only use the time-slowing move!
He had slowed the time in the small area he was in. The smaller the area of slowed time, the slower the mana consumption.
But what use was this? Was he still hoping someone would come to save him?
In order to synchronize with Zhou Qian and not feel awkward when killing him, Zhu Qiang reached out and directly gripped the bone in his hand; thus, they both stood outside of time together.
Lifting the knife in his hand, Zhu Qiang said to Zhou Qian, “It’s the most common knife. It helped me deal with those grasses just now in case of an emergency and can be used to kill you. Is there any meaning for you to stand outside of time?”
Zhou Qian suddenly looked up at Zhu Qiang. “Let’s go back to the initial question. How do you know Zhang Yanjun?”
Zhu Qiang didn’t answer; he just decisively stretched out his hand and stabbed Zhou Qian in the chest with the dagger. But he found that no blood flowed from Zhou Qian’s body.
“Oh my, it seems like I’ve mutated. I don’t even have blood.” Zhou Qian smiled at Zhu Qiang. “Qiang Ge, it seems you have to think slowly about how to kill me. Why not chat a little more? At least I won’t be lonely before death.”
“You son of—” Zhu Qiang was extremely furious, feeling a sense of being played.
But how could he give up? If Zhou Qian’s entire body had turned into grass, then he might as well just burn him!
Right. Burn him! Only by burning him can he be completely destroyed!
Yet, he heard Zhou Qian say, “Not far away, there’s grass that seems to cry for help. From its speech, it seems to have memories of the night of the accident at Weir Mountain. But if you listen closely, it’s just mindlessly repeating those words, as if it recorded that segment of memory like a video tape or a recorder, but it itself currently has no thoughts.”
“So, we can temporarily rule out the hypothesis that one of the researchers here has turned into grass. It can be understood that the grass, after mutating, has gained a part of human memory. Perhaps memory can be stored in genes. So, this implies… there is something within the high walls that can duplicate genes.”
“When a person looks in the mirror, a reflection appears. The ‘mirror’ inside these high walls seems to directly reflect the genetic code of humans, splice it into different segments, copy these segments onto other animals and plants, and finally, make them grow rapidly…”
Surrounded by ink-colored grass, Zhou Qian, who was outside of time, looked at Zhu Qiang and said, “If such a world truly exists in reality, it is undoubtedly terrifying. Luckily, we are still in an instance. I am just slowly becoming like grass, but I haven’t grown butterfly wings yet. It’s as if I also haven’t read the most feared memories of Qi Liuxing.”
“If such a situation exists in the real world, it is undeniably frightening. The appearance of this ‘mirror’ would mostly cause unpredictable and uncontrollable changes to species.”
“But in the game instance, since there’s a way to clear it, it must not be entirely random.”
“Otherwise, it would be too hard for the players, without even a 5% chance of clearing it. Tell me, if the memories of seven players are intertwined, who could distinguish the truth and escape from the illusion?”
Zhou Qian asked Zhu Qiang, “So, tell me, among so many players, there’s no reason that you could only read my memories. Right? The ‘mirror’ read my most feared memory and ‘reflected’ it to me in front of the swamp, causing me to enter a hallucination. But you didn’t receive the ‘reflection’ from the ‘mirror’ like I did, did you?”
“Can I assume that the Peach Blossom Legion has been watching me for a long time and has checked all my information?”
“Or let’s simplify the proposition. So many people in the insane asylum are involved in this game. How could the doctors and nurses know nothing? Have some of the doctors also been involved?”
Zhou Qian asked Zhu Qiang, “They could see my medical records and thus know about the existence of Zhang Yanjun. Moreover—”
“Why are so many murderers, like Dong Xiang and you, identified as having mental problems? Which doctor handled all this and deceived the police?”
Hearing this, Zhu Qiang said, “Zhou Qian, you don’t need to talk to me about this. Really. The more you guess, the more I think… the likelihood of your dying in the game increases. How could they let you take these secrets out?”
“Qiang Ge, I am already at your mercy. You can even burn me. But just burning me is a bit of a waste. I have guessed a lot about this game, the legion, and the system. Do you want to hear it? For instance, have you ever thought about a problem—”
Zhou Qian narrowed his eyes and asked Zhu Qiang, “The legion is so powerful; they could let you, who should have been a murderer, leave prison and enter a mental hospital… So why don’t they just kill me in reality? There are people among the doctors who could poison me or secretly kill me… It’s actually easier than in the game. After all, I have no special abilities in reality. So why don’t they?”
By this time, Zhu Qiang had already taken out a machete, intending to directly chop off Zhou Qian’s head. But because of Zhou Qian’s question, he actually stopped his hand.
Yes, why? Their power is so strong.
I could escape from the role of murderer because of Priest’s help. So why… don’t they kill Zhou Qian in reality?
“This means gods do exist,” Zhou Qian said with gleaming eyes. “Players can make wishes to the gods. And as I said before, there’s a Rank God player, my master, who can resurrect me. Even if I die in reality… he can wish for me to live.”
“So killing me in reality is meaningless for the legion’s people. Death in the game is actually the real death, right?”
“Dying in the game of the gods means you’re truly done for, with no chance to start over.”
When the conversation reached this point, Zhou Qian’s expression became somewhat dimmed.
“Of course, if that’s the case… it’s a real pity for Gao Shan. He won’t have the chance to revive again. Well wait—”
“Perhaps we can see it from a different perspective! Maybe it’s just that people who die in the game don’t get a chance to re-enter this game created by the gods, that’s all.”
“Just think about it… There are no unprovoked enmities in this world. Why would the Peach Blossom Legion kill me? And at such a great cost? It can only be because if I continue to stay in the game, I will, in some ways, really affect their interests in the future. Although I don’t know the specific reason… it can only be this. In short, they can’t let me continue to participate in the game.”
“If they killed me in reality outside the game, I can be revived by my master and re-enter the game. But if I die in the game, even if my master revives me, I no longer have the opportunity to come back in.”
“Well…” Zhou Qian sighed, and the eyes that had dimmed just now regained their brightness. “In this way… Gao Shan still has hope. I was too pessimistic just now.”
Zhou Qian kept chattering on.
From gene replication to game mechanics to speculations about the Peach Blossom Legion, he talked so much that even Zhu Qiang found it tiresome.
Finally, Zhu Qiang couldn’t bear it anymore and raised his machete, ready to act.
At this moment, he suddenly heard Zhou Qian say, “Qiang Ge, there’s one more thing I forgot to ask you. I swear this is really the last question I’m going to ask you—”
Zhu Qiang: “What the hell do you want to ask?”
Zhou Qian: “Did you not do well in math?”
Zhu Qiang: “………”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
At this point, Zhu Qiang was both annoyed and a bit confused.
“Let me teach you a simple math problem,” Zhou Qian said softly. “When I came to this place, I had 17 life points left. Calculating each point as 20 minutes; originally, I could live for 340 minutes.
“But as soon as I entered this patch of grass, my life points dropped sharply. I can only live for 5 minutes. That means the rate of life point decrease here is 68 times that of other normal areas in this level. You can calculate this, right? Just divide 340 by 5. As for you—”
“You, me, Qi Liuxing—we are the top three with the most life points. I originally had 24 points, and Qi Liuxing had 16. You, who were originally second, lost 6 points in the small level where we were looking for the murderer and surprisingly still remained in second place…”
“This can only mean, you initially drew 23 points. So, after reducing 6 points, you have 17 left—one more than Qi Liuxing, allowing you to remain in second.
“So, by this calculation, when I first entered the ink-colored grass, I had 17 points left, and you had 10.”
“Have you calculated how many more minutes you can live after entering this ink-colored bush?
“Your remaining 10 points originally could sustain you for 200 minutes, but due to the 68 times faster life point decrease in this ink-colored bush area, you can only live for 200 divided by 68, which is 2.94 minutes.”
“You released the chicks twice to find the path, which probably took about 1 and a half minutes. And right now, we have been chatting outside of time for so long, which took another one and a half minutes…”
At this point, Zhou Qian laughed. “You are fine now because we are standing outside of time and space. But the flow of time outside is normal. Once you let go of the bone in my hand, you will return to normal time and space, equivalent to instantly jumping to 90 seconds later… By then, you will die immediately because your life points will be depleted.”
“You, you’re spouting bullshit!” Zhu Qiang immediately raised the four cards in his hand. “I have so much time! What kind of joke are you making?”
“But… these are all fake cards. I duplicated them,” Zhou Qian said with a smile. “Haven’t you thought that I deliberately left them there?”
“Cut the crap!” Zhu Qiang said harshly. “Haha, of course, I have had such suspicions. But that’s impossible! Zhou Qian, don’t try to scare me. The system said cards cannot be copied!”
“Skills and items related to duplication, theft, and plundering are ineffective against cards recording life points.”
“The only way to seize a card is to kill the corresponding player.”
Zhou Qian repeated these two rules and then said, “When these two rules appeared at the same time, I was wondering—does the system mean that, after copying a card, the points on the duplicated card cannot be used as life points, making it a fake card, or does it mean that the cards cannot be duplicated at all?”
“So, when I received the reward from Ghost Lina, I deliberately didn’t give the card to Wu Ren immediately. When the card was fumbling between my hands, I had already copied one with the copying prop hidden in my sleeve.”
“It was then that I confirmed that the card could be copied, but the points wouldn’t be effective.”
“As the friend of my gambler, you should know that I am good at cheating.”
“Moreover, generally speaking, even if my actions were noticed at that time, everyone would definitely think that I gave Wu Ren a fake card. After all, such a precious life card should be kept for oneself.”
“This is the danger of a fixed mindset. But I did give Wu Ren the real card. Later, when you all found out Wu Ren did indeed survive… Naturally, no one thought that I had played any tricks in the delay. So, this little episode was rightfully forgotten by you all.”
“It’s impossible!” Zhu Qiang interrupted Zhou Qian vehemently. “I haven’t experienced any mutations! If my points are as low as you said, how could I possibly have been fine from start to finish?!”
“Zhou Qian, I’m not so easily deceived! Don’t think you can lie to me!”
“Oh, why haven’t you mutated?” Zhou Qian looked at his mask and laughed again. “Is it because of your mask?
“You didn’t expect that—the mask protecting you, in the end, is harming you? Tsk, it made you let your guard down. Haa, when analyzing problems, all factors should be considered. How could you forget about your mask? However—”
“Thank you. You helped me solve a big problem. I don’t know about the real-world situation. But once turned into a game, in this simplified setting, the key to mutation is likely related to the brain nerves.”
Hearing every word, Zhu Qiang almost stumbled, and then he felt a tightness in his chest, and he spat out a breath with great effort.
He almost crushed his molars.
He clutched Zhou Qian’s shoulders, exhaled a breath with the taste of blood rust, and said with an extremely hoarse voice, “So what, Zhou Qian? You are trapped by the grass! You can’t get out either! You were wasting time talking to me about illusions, Zhang Yanjun, and Bai Zhou, for a minute! You only have one minute left! We might as well die together! Hahaha…”
“I’ll still kill you! I reached this step. Even if it costs my life, I will succeed in killing you!!!”
“Silly Zhu Qiang. Of course I won’t be trapped.”
Zhou Qian seriously looked at him and spoke lightly as if he were just helping a classmate solve a problem. “Actually, if you hadn’t fallen for the fake card just now, that would be fine. I would stop acting and deal with you in a normal way.”
“However… the reason I wanted to act this out is that, without elevating you to the highest, how can I enjoy watching you fall from grace as your plans fall apart?”
Zhou Qian wore a pleasant smile, but the gaze he cast on Zhu Qiang was profoundly deep.
“Zhu Qiang, how do you feel now?”
“Don’t be angry. Consider this revenge for being stupid.”
“I don’t believe… Zhou Qian, I don’t believe you can get out of this grass…” Zhu Qiang spat out another mouthful of blood.
Zhou Qian was trapped by the grass. How could he have other ways?
He just wanted to anger him to death! He just wanted to make him angry!
“I think, the reason you’re so confident is because you acquired a lot of information through the Peach Blossom Legion. But after just a few words of conversation with you, I know that you haven’t understood the real setting of this instance. So… one should rely on oneself in everything, and not overly depend on information given by others.”
Zhou Qian smiled. “Actually, the system gave us hints for the solution from the beginning. You keep wanting to use the traps in the instance to kill me. But how come you didn’t even understand its most basic principle?”
The mess created by the young Teest hadn’t spread yet. Everyone just saw Piel running out, and the alarm bells rang throughout the church almost immediately. Piel covered his ears, and his four legs moved at lightning speed. Instinctively, he fluttered his wings, gliding just above the ground.
Sure enough, patrolling guards followed. Countless spells were directed at Piel. But the corridor was so narrow that the spells only resulted in explosions of light and smoke on the walls, without even touching a single feather of the griffin.
Nol stood on the griffin’s back, the glow of explosions reflecting in his eyes. Piel ran faster and faster, with the sound of crumbling buildings and whistling wind in his ears.
“More than one has escaped! They’ve all run out!” He heard someone shout from a distance. “Someone destroyed the cages. Quickly seal the church!”
“Turn on the first-level defense spell. Go and summon the high priest—”
The cultists were well-trained. Their formation in pursuing Little Piel didn’t immediately fall into chaos. Some trackers were diverted, presumably to capture other escaped creatures. Nol could feel a thick magical energy emanating from the ground. The Eternal Church now felt as if it was under an invisible glass dome, making one feel suffocated.
A powerful sealing spell allowed neither entry nor exit, ensuring no one could escape.
…The young Teest really didn’t want to let any of them go. Nol pinched his nose bridge with one hand.
Little Piel‘s body became scorching hot from running as he panted heavily. He ran dizzily in the maze-like corridors. Several times, he tried to fly out of the church windows but was mercilessly repelled by the sealing magic.
So, Little Piel had no choice but to keep circling in the long corridor.
More bizarre creatures appeared around the church.
They saw creatures resembling fleshy sea urchins rolling down the corridors, their wriggling tentacle-like arms tearing apart every guard in their path. When covered in torn flesh and entrails, it started tearing itself apart unconsciously.
They witnessed bloated creatures, all mouth, devouring the bones of the cultists and chewing on stone sculptures and golden candelabras. Sharp objects pierced its skin, and undigested food mixed with its entrails poured out. Yet, it kept eating mechanically.
……
They had all gone mad, utterly mad.
“On the evening of the first day you arrive, they cast a curse to make you forget your own name. If you survive, next, you’ll forget the names of your loved ones,” Teest kindly explained. “After that, those bastards gradually take away your memories, keeping only what they want. Those successfully brainwashed serve as slaves, while the insane ones continue as experimental subjects. The dungeon is basically a madhouse.”
He said this aloud so that Piel could also hear. Little Piel, frightened, had tears in his eyes, and slipped on the bloody marble floor. At one point, the child stepped on some entrails, skidding a great distance and almost knocking over a suit of armor.
Piel kept running frantically yet determinedly, like an antelope chased by a lion, turning every last drop of his energy into sweat. Nol could feel the heat from the fur beneath him.
Bitterness filled Nol’s mouth. The child was giving his all to survive, unaware of his fate.
The number of guards chasing them decreased, but something was always in pursuit—either cultists, guards, or indiscriminate, frenzied creatures.
Nol cast shields at opportune moments to protect Little Piel from the strange limbs reaching for him, and fate seemed indifferent to this.
It was evident that the young Teest was the protagonist of this event. To the world, Piel wasn’t as… significant.
Nol couldn’t help but turn his head to observe the adult Teest. He became increasingly curious about the prophecy Teest might carry.
Teest played with the tiny “Betrayer” that looked shorter than a toothpick. Compared to the guards, he seemed to be enjoying the chaos.
The agreed-upon thirty minutes felt like thirty years. Screams and roars echoed continuously as bizarre creatures and cultists tore each other apart. The corridors reeked of blood, as if soaked in it for centuries.
Finally, silence ensued. Through the blood-streaked windows, they saw a fire on one side of the church.
Golden-red flames tore through the night, greedily consuming the northern hall of the church. Nol gripped Little Piel’s fur tightly. Piel’s griffin heart pounded fiercely in his chest, and his fur felt scaldingly hot.
Here, Nol couldn’t see what Teest had done. He only saw the spreading golden fire, shadows of whirlpools on the originally dark walls, and magnificent stained-glass windows shattering one by one.
Astonishingly, amidst the vast vineyard, flames rose to the sky here, yet no one paid any attention. Merchants and craftsmen who were up early hurried past the side of the church, completely unaware of the destruction nearby.
It’s coming soon, isn’t it?
Whether it was the real purpose of Teest returning to the past or the ending of Little Piel.
Nol gripped the staff tighter, watching Piel, who was panting and running. He took a deep breath.
Golden flames burned towards their direction. Minutes passed, and in the light at the end of the corridor, Nol finally saw the figure of the young Teest.
His hair was covered in ashes, arms stained with blood, and had countless scratches on his legs, as if he wore crimson boots. He looked in terrible condition, so weak that he seemed to fall apart upon touch.
It wasn’t because of the wounds, Nol thought. The young Teest had cast magic he couldn’t bear. It was a typical situation of magical overdraw.
Following behind him was a girl who looked like a four-legged spider, covered in blood, as if she had just crawled out of a pool of blood.
Little Piel finally stopped running, his panting almost whistling. Realizing that Little Piel was still alive, the young Teest casually waved at him.
“The West Hall,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Go through the side door. I’ll lead the way.”
Little Piel looked worriedly at the boy who could barely stand, wanting to assist him, but was brushed off by the young Teest. Teest walked in front, and Piel could only follow behind with the four-legged girl.
Blood ignited into golden flames, and shadows swirled in a vortex. They walked a familiar path, with the exquisite murals depicting “miracles” consumed by the flames, leaving only a void of blackness.
Occasionally, cultists or monsters rushed forward. Whenever they approached within ten steps, a skinny arm emerged from the vortex, crushing the intruders.
With every swing of the arm, the young Teest’s face turned even paler. He looked like a translucent ghost. His once light footsteps became weak and feeble. Yet he didn’t seek help from anyone, continuing to walk with a terrifying sense of balance.
Until they reached the familiar West Hall.
In front of the side door stood a middle-aged man.
He was robust, with dozens of shiny black braids hanging behind his head, wearing the black ceremonial robes of the Eternal Church. Under the firelight, his skin appeared dark, like the beginning of a rotting corpse.
A particularly sharp gaze shot at the young Teest, causing the latter to tremble.
“As I suspected.” The man’s voice was filled with profound disappointment. “When the one who inexplicably wanted to see the prophecy disappeared, I knew something was amiss. Then the chaos in the demon dungeon, the destruction of the church… It was you, really you.” Holding a thick notebook in his arms, he spoke as if sighing.
[Oh, this is Priest Bonds.] The adult Mad Monk patted Nol. [A devout God’s Chosen One. He was a strong candidate for High Priest back then—looking at him now, his face is still ever so annoying.]
“Good evening, Lord Priest Bonds.” The young Teest greeted with a sweet smile.
At the same time, the strange vortex extended to Priest Bonds’s feet. Accompanied by the sound of flesh being squeezed, the arm reached out from the vortex, trying to grab Priest Bonds from behind.
With a casual wave of his hand, Bonds emitted a dark red arc of electricity, and the withered arm suddenly stopped in mid-air, twitching uncontrollably.
“You were such an obedient child… You were meant to be the most perfect creation of the Eternal Son, destined for unparalleled glory.” Bonds approached Teest without looking back. “You shouldn’t have such rebellious thoughts. Where did our education go wrong?”
It was as if he couldn’t see the two people behind Teest, his eyes focused only on the young boy in front, speaking in a tone as if a father was scolding his son.
The young Teest took a step back, stepping on the slippery blood beneath, nearly slipping.
But the sweet smile on his face didn’t waver. “Names are like nails, and related memories are the threads secured by them. Without the nails, the threads come apart especially quickly. You all know this…”
As Teest spoke, he subtly glanced around, trying to find an escape route.
“The memory spell wouldn’t be flawed.” Bonds paused, intrigued by the topic.
“Yes, I’m just a pitiful child from a good family. I shouldn’t know what you would do to me.” Teest’s forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, clearly stalling for time while trying to think of a solution. “I just happened to remember my family’s names and retained a little bit of memory.”
“Lies. You had nothing to record with.” Bonds spoke sharply.
“Yes, you took everything from me, not even leaving the pebbles in my pocket,” the young Teest responded. “But even a pitiful child from a good family knows to hide a gold wheel beforehand. You would inspect my cage, but you wouldn’t peel off all my flesh to look… Well, that’s not quite accurate. There were a few times you almost found it.”
Towards the end, the young Teest’s breathing became uneven. Even Nol could tell he was purposely dragging out the conversation.
“A gold wheel? I see. The requiem ceremony from folktales…” Bonds frowned. “Did you engrave your family’s names and their death dates on it?”
“Yes. Who can blame me for only having this single gold wheel? Thankfully, I only need to carve the same date and can barely write it down.”
The young Teest whispered in response, his gaze sweeping over Bonds’s eyes, throat, and heart. “So how do you plan to punish me? Dissection, brainwashing, or moving cells?”
Both being God’s Chosen Ones, they naturally knew the rules—the Chosen Ones carried prophecies and were very hard to kill. But being hard to kill didn’t mean “unkillable”. After all, prophecies were mysterious. No one knew how they would manifest.
Therefore, the church often subjected them to brutal training but rarely truly tried to kill them.
Ironically, the prophecy of the Chosen One Bonds was public—
[The loyal servant will witness a miracle and he will die under God’s gaze.]
Now, being extremely weak, Bonds wouldn’t be too guarded. Escaping would be hard, but he could attempt a close-range sneak attack to kill Bonds instantly.
A Chosen One escaping and the Immortal Church being destroyed could perhaps be interpreted as a “miracle”. And if Bonds died in the church, it was almost the same as dying under God’s watchful eye.
This was an opportunity. The young Teest clenched his fists. This was his only remaining chance.
“I was indeed a bit impulsive.” The young Teest tried to step closer. “Will God forgive me, Lord Bonds?”
Behind him, Little Piel and the four-legged girl stood stiff as corpses, barely breathing.
Nol could sense the young Teest’s intent to kill. Perhaps Priest Bonds could too. Even knowing that Teest lived to adulthood, Nol’s hands turned cold.
“Come.”
The adult Teest grabbed his wrist, pulling Nol towards the floor. “The main event is next. We better watch closely.”
Teest’s hand trembled. Nol looked up to see Teest’s face—there was no fear, only strange excitement. The Mad Monk’s breathing became slightly rapid, his hand trembling with excitement.
So, Nol followed him, jumping to the floor near the young Teest’s feet.
Teest looked confident. Was the young Teest about to make a move? Nol swallowed nervously, watching intently.
Bonds lowered his arm, holding a notebook loosely. Nol saw handwritten text on the spine—it was the record of prophecies for the Chosen Ones.
Priest Bonds other hand reached towards Teest, as if to pat his head. The young Teest’s fingers relaxed and then tensed again. He obediently bowed his head—
“God will forgive you. The great Anstis will allow you to stand by his side,” Bonds whispered. “Chosen One, your prophecy has already come true.”
The pupils of the young Teest suddenly constricted.
In the next moment, the young Teest’s head flew off.
Then came his body—his body seemed slashed by an invisible blade, turning into several pieces with blood spraying in mid-air. Nol was so close. He was almost knocked over by the sudden splash of blood.
The pure white boy shattered to pieces, his flesh landing with the nearby dead monster.
…What?
Everything around seemed to move in slow motion. Hot blood dripped slowly before Nol’s eyes.
…Twelve years ago, did Teest die in the Immortal Church?
…How?
Nol hesitated to look at the adult Teest beside him. Reality was too cruel, questions too overwhelming. If it weren’t for the consistent pain in his heart, Nol might have fainted.
“The diamond hidden in the vineyard, the gold buried under the snow. God smiles at his favored bloodline, and he witnessed this smile for seven years…”
Priest Bonds flipped to a page and made a praying gesture, seemingly reciting an elegy.
Nol forced himself to focus. This was undoubtedly Teest’s prophecy, his destiny. The prophecy might have another interpretation, a more positive one.
“…People should be careful. He will bring endless destruction and chaos.” Priest Bonds closed the book, sighing deeply.
The young Teest’s decapitated head rolled, stopping by the remains. Those golden eyes were still wide open.
“You indeed brought destruction and chaos to this world, child,” Bonds murmured.
It was a prophecy that couldn’t be twisted positively. The situation was inexplicable, and Nol felt his head was about to explode.
An indigenous person with inexplicable Player privileges, a man dead in the past, a fate that promised “endless destruction and chaos”.
Is this what you wanted to show me, Teest?
Nol finally turned to Teest. He forgot to breathe and just stared at the person blankly. The warm blood under his feet was Teest’s.
The face of the boy was half-covered in blood, resting behind the adult Teest. The large head with lifeless eyes seemed like a painted stage backdrop.
The adult Teest laughed. It was the first time Nol had seen him wear such a smile. It was so content and joyful that it could almost be described as… happy.
“So, you don’t understand what happened either,” Teest whispered with a layer of flushed excitement on his face. “This is just fantastic, Nol.”
Teest took two steps forward and stood in front of Nol, his hands still stained with “his own” blood. Yet, Teest reached out and gently stroked Nol’s cheek, smearing streaks of blood across his face.
“It means that I’m a part of the truth you seek; an essential part.” He leaned in close to Nol’s ear. “You will never forget this scene, this shock…”
His hand moved from Nol’s cheek to the back of his neck.
“…From this moment on, I am a part of you,” Teest whispered in a lover-like tone. His words seemed to seep into the bones. “I’ve got you.”
Having said that, Teest looked at a stunned Nol and gently pecked his lips.
Hmm, this gesture wasn’t good enough—at least not as satisfying as a real kiss, he thought. Amidst the boiling sensation of blood, Teest bent down again and kissed him deeply.
Nol didn’t avoid him. He was watching an even more horrifying sight—
Behind Teest, the body of a young man suddenly glowed with a white light. Nol recognized this phenomenon. On the outskirts of Whitebird City, during the battle with Crimson, he had witnessed such a scene.
It was the light and shadow effect of a Player’s resurrection. Although it was weaker than usual, as if there was a system error, it was undeniably a resurrection effect.
The shattered body self-assembled in the faint light, healing quickly. The head returned to its original position, and the golden eyes quickly regained their luster.
As Priest Bonds stepped over Teest’s body and heard a noise, he turned around in surprise—facing him was a rapidly approaching golden thread. The moment the young Teest regained consciousness, he charged at his target without hesitation. The golden thread wrapped around Bonds’ neck, tightened swiftly, and blood sprayed out violently.
The young Teest pressed his legs against Bonds’s chest, crazily tightening the golden thread, even if it cut his own hands.
“Even though… I’m not… quite clear…” He coughed out blood and flesh fragments, speaking in a terrifyingly gentle tone. “But this is… a miracle, right? God must be… watching you… loyal, faithful Lord Bonds…”
The shock was too intense. Nol couldn’t close his eyes during this bloody kiss.
Reflected in his pupils, Bonds’s head was strangled from his neck and lightly hit the ground.
[…Resurrection chance… used… now playing the message…]
He heard a very faint, almost static-filled system notification. It came late and sounded hazy, like a sleepy person being awakened.
[…Welcome to… Tahe…]
[…hope you… enjoy this world…]
The author has something to say:
Here we go!!! Actually, the setting about time isn’t that complicated; the pope has kindly explained it earlier~
Teest’s goal is so simple and pure (?
Seizing the body is nothing; capturing the heart is the real deal! Although his perspective is a bit… (???
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Two small questions from the last chapter:
Why do people who died in the past still appear in the future?
Similar to those transmigration stories, it’s modern people traveling to the past to experience life and death. For them, time flows normally; only the broader environment’s time point changes.
If it’s a predetermined event, why does fate punish Nol?
Fate resists change, but it allows deviations under the premise that the “major trend remains unchanged”. It’s not just about “killing” and “ignoring” as the only two extremes.
Kinky Thoughts:
Okay… I can get behind this psycho lunatic love. A first for Nian Zhong where neither MCs are right in the head (well I think Ruan Xian and Tang Yibu come close)… which means they’re right for each other, right?
When Crimson first took action, Nol was still analyzing the situation. Then, he witnessed blood continuously flowing from the young Teest’s forehead, with the horrifying sound of a skull hitting the rock echoing in his ears.
In a split second, without weighing the pros and cons or hesitating, murderous questions were thrown one after another into history—
Can I kill him?
Can I break his arm?
Can I pierce his palm and cut his wrist?
……
Based on the sensation of his arm disappearing that time, Nol made rapid judgments, thinking, this will kill, this will kill, and this will too. However, Nol’s questioning didn’t pause for half a second until he found an answer that wouldn’t immediately put him in mortal danger.
At that time, Crimson was lying on the ground, preparing to use the system items again. the young Teest knew nothing about the Player’s “system space” and was relaxing and talking to Piel.
The adult Teest turned his face with a smile, seeming to want to say something, but he wasn’t as fast as Nol—the moment he got the answer from “fate”, the letter opener as long as a nail pierced Crimson’s skin.
For Crimson, this physical damage was at most like a mosquito bite. Unfortunately, the effect of the letter opener “stripping Player privileges” wouldn’t be diminished by size differences.
Without the system, Crimson’s preparation to use the tool abruptly failed. Before he could react, the young Teest’s golden thread strangled him.
Blood splattered.
A drop of blood smeared Nol’s face, staining half of his cheek red. The tip of the letter opener shimmered in a crimson light, and the flesh of Nol’s right hand disappeared and reappeared as the Lich’s regenerative ability contended with the punishment of fate. Perhaps his disturbance of fate this time was relatively minor, and in the end, his pale skin covered the bones, leaving Nol’s right hand intact.
‘Crimson is dead,’ Nol thought. This was the result he wanted.
And he was calmer than he had imagined.
It was as if he originally thought his fondness for Teest was just “an uncontrollable liking”, but he was more impulsive than he thought.
“What were you about to say?”
Nol didn’t care about the blood on his face. He first cleaned the letter opener and carefully put it deep into his robe before turning to Teest.
Teest said, “I originally wanted to tempt you to do it for me, but it seems I was a step late.” He glanced at his younger self with a voice as sweet as honey.
Teest naturally remembered the first victim of the golden thread. But in his memory, that victim looked nothing like the Crimson he had seen—it might be some magical effect or Nol’s letter opener—he wasn’t sure.
But he preferred the latter option.
So Teest quickly prepared his enticing words, but his tongue wasn’t as fast as Nol’s blade. He thought that facing a genuine kin, his innocent husband would hesitate and struggle, but then he saw a decisively quick strike.
Whether they were residents of Tahe, monsters of Tahe, or compatriots from a distant world… for Nol, there seemed to be no difference between these beings.
And just now, he was above them.
The smell of blood permeated, and a few steps away, Nol rubbed the deep red on his face. A subtle stimulation climbed up his spine, and Teest let out a silent sigh.
“You’re not bad.”
The young Teest knew nothing about the scene next to the shattered corpse. He pushed away his blood-soaked hair while tapping his toe on Crimson’s forehead, playing with the head like a soccer ball. “Just so happens I’ve got an extra head. Hey, do you want to live?”
Piel finally managed to stop his dry retching. He covered his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the mess everywhere. “I-I don’t want to die. Don’t-don’t kill me…”
The young Teest laughed. “Look at me.”
Piel slightly opened his eyes, looking at Teest not far away. The young Teest’s eyes were curved, the golden pupils shimmering.
As if anesthetized, Piel’s expression gradually eased. He relaxed a lot, and he stopped sobbing. “What is this?”
“A little suggestive magic. I don’t have time to listen to your stammering,” Teest said. “If you want to live, follow me. I’ll take you to see someone.”
He snapped his fingers, and Crimson’s remaining flesh instantly dissolved, leaving only white bones. Teest gathered the bones and covered them tightly with straw.
Then he walked out of the cage, stepping over Piel, who was lying on the ground. The latter scrambled to his feet, his claws clicking as he followed behind Teest.
Inside the cage, the adult Teest bent down slightly and extended his hand to Nol as if inviting him to dance. “Please.”
Nol glanced one last time at Crimson’s remains. After a few seconds, he placed his hand in Teest’s palm. Teest smiled gleefully, pulling Nol closer by the hand and embracing him around the waist.
Threads of golden silk tightened, and the two of them followed the golden trail, jumping onto Little Piel’s back.
A few minutes later, they stopped outside a cage. The creature inside looked very familiar to Nol—a deformed girl with her head situated in the middle of her back and limbs bent in four different directions.
“Hey.” The young Teest tapped on the cage. “I need to adjust my plan.”
The girl crawled closer like a spider, blinking her mismatched black eyes. “Act… soon… Why…?”
“Because some idiot made the Church patrols stricter.” The young Teest leaned casually against the cage. “The original plan won’t work. Let’s add someone—when the time comes, he can be the decoy to distract the guards.”
Piel: “Huh?!” Even though he was only eight, he knew he was meant to be bait.
“No time… to use his bones…” The deformed girl shook her head. “My regeneration… isn’t that fast…”
“Coincidentally, some fool sneaked into my cage. He’s not from the Church. I can use his bones to forge mine. Didn’t you make two? You can use my original one for this kid,” Teest remarked, eyeing Little Piel’s half-griffin body. “But you might need some additional bones. I think there’s time.”
Hearing this bloody topic, Little Piel bristled. “What bones?”
“Oh, she is… well, a monster with strong regenerative powers.” Teest pointed casually at the girl in the cage. “Don’t be fooled by her appearance. She’s been in this dungeon for over a hundred years. Besides me, she’s the only one here with any sanity left.”
In the cage, the deformed girl turned her pitch-black eyes, looking straight into Little Piel’s face.
“Bones…” Piel hastily backed away, muttering some keywords.
“She has no combat skills—just an incredible ability to regenerate. No matter what part is cut off—even her head—she can slowly grow it back. The only downside is that the regenerated parts might reappear in random places.”
It took a moment for Little Piel to react, his already pale face turning even paler.
“It’s just as you guessed.” The young Teest shrugged. “In the past two or three years, she’s been saving up bits and pieces, secretly amassing enough for two skeletons—when everything goes south, they can act as our doubles.”
“I… must… leave this place…” The girl in the cage spoke. “I must… get out…”
The young Teest clapped his hands. “Alright, we plan to act tomorrow at dawn. Do you want in?”
Little Piel bit his lip, looking at the countless cages in the darkness. “What about the others…?”
“They’ve all gone mad long ago,” the young Teest said indifferently. “Answer my question. Are you in or out?”
Piel curled his claws and took a deep breath. “I’m in!”
……
At dusk, the people of the Immortal Church once again came to the dungeon. Little Piel had already run back to his cage. The cage bars were repaired by the all-powerful fairy mage Nol, and the visitors didn’t notice anything unusual.
Following the instructions of the adult Teest, Little Piel pretended to be in a deep sleep in his cage, unresponsive to any call. The Eternalist cautiously walked around the cage and soon left the dungeon.
Nol sat beside the griffin’s tail, his back to Teest, his staff stuck in the straw, lost in thought.
He carefully healed Little Piel. As an exception, Teest gave Piel fresh cream, sweet onions, and dried meat. After a hearty meal, Piel pretended to sleep until he actually fell asleep.
Nol waited a long time for the “delayed murder PTSD”, but when he realized he was still calm, he gave up. Just as Nol was about to eat something, he saw Teest’s smiling face.
His smile was filled with pride and anticipation, much like someone at a birthday party thinking, “You’ll definitely like the gift I prepared.”
Nol still couldn’t understand what Teest wanted to convey. Did the Immortal Church look especially beautiful when it burned? Was watching it once too short?
Of course, it might be that “their return to the past” was a necessary condition for the young Teest’s successful escape, Nol thought.
“You look like you need a hug,” Teest said.
“Actually, I don’t.” Nol raised an eyebrow. “I killed Crimson, not Piel. Do I look devastated?”
“Not really,” Teest admitted, “but I want to hug you.”
Mr. Lich always surpassed his imagination, each revelation like a fluffy marshmallow. Teest suddenly understood a dragon’s obsession with gold.
“I need a hug,” Teest corrected. “I’m so excited about what’s coming. I just have to hug someone.”
‘What a weird reason,’ Nol thought, chuckling as he opened his arms.
Teest moved over from the straw and hugged Nol around the waist. He felt a warmth that shouldn’t belong to the undead and sighed contentedly.
“…Teest.”
“Hmm?”
“Why do you hate cakes?”
Nol, playing with Teest’s hair, finally asked. No matter how he saw it, the upcoming events wouldn’t include “cake”.
Teest applied some force with his arms, pulling Nol onto the straw. The black candle remained silent, with only the blue fire quietly burning.
“It’s just a bad bedtime story,”
Teest held up his arms beside Nol and patted his waist in a soft manner.
“The day the Eternal Church took me away, my parents sold the most expensive jewelry in the store. Mom gave me some change and a gold wheel. The change was for bread, and the wheel was my gift…”
Teest’s voice was soft and gentle, with Piel’s body rising and falling beside him, but they couldn’t soften this stone-hard story.
The family made a big deal at home, and his brother who participated in the knight’s training was just about to come home. The Flama family couldn’t help but celebrate.
As usual, his mother asked Teest to go to the store to buy some bread, but this time it was special. He could buy a few small cakes as snacks.
“I bought a big bag, one for each person in the family,” Teest said. “At that time, I was trying hard to be a normal kid—but unfortunately, in the end, I didn’t get a bite. Not long after I left the store, I was caught by those Eternalist. The bread and small cakes were all trampled on…”
‘So that’s what happened,’ Nol thought.
No wonder Teest’s reaction was so intense. It turned out that even the Mad Monk could have psychological trauma.
“…To me, they symbolize the ‘shame of losing everything’.” Teest’s voice deepened. “So I hate them—of course, I don’t hate their taste, just their bad omen.”
Okay, maybe not psychological trauma. Nol corrected silently in his heart.
“Last time it was the same,” Teest continued muttering. “You just took out the cake, and you were pressed against the glass shards by that man. I thought…”
“You would lose me?” Nol instinctively continued the conversation.
Teest blinked, suddenly stopping mid-sentence, appearing somewhat perplexed by his own words. Nol regretted what he had just said. It sounded rather inappropriate.
“Yes.” After a moment, Teest turned away, facing the other direction.
“I thought I was going to lose everything again,” he mumbled dreamily.
Nol opened his mouth, his cheeks and neck flushing hotly, as if he had been suddenly scorched.
He stared at the back of Teest’s head. After a while, Teest sneaked a glance at Nol, their gazes meeting directly. Teest pretended as if nothing had happened and turned his head back.
‘That was an awful tease,’ Nol thought. Worse yet, Teest’s tone didn’t sound teasing at all.
…He hoped the developments at dawn would momentarily make him forget about all this.
“Wake up. Wake up!”
At 3 a.m., the young Teest went to Little Piel’s cage. “The brave griffin knight is setting out!”
“Huh?” Little Piel groggily got up, traces of drool still at the corner of his mouth.
“I’m going to burn this place down. My spell can’t be interrupted. I’ll help you open the door later. Just rush straight to the main hall. If you can distract the guards to the main door, my plan will basically succeed.”
The young Teest’s face gleamed with excitement. “In thirty minutes, I’ll meet you by the main door. Don’t worry. The corridors near the door are intricate. Just keep dodging the pursuers.”
Thirty minutes?! But with Mr. Fairies and others around, perhaps he could come up with something.
“Is there anything I should be careful of?” Piel cautiously asked.
“Not dying carelessly?” The young Teest continued, “But, I bet you won’t die that easily. You’ve been too lucky, either because of sheer luck or someone’s helping you. Either way, you can last for some time.”
“Can I… run away in advance?” Little Piel gulped. “We can just run, and you don’t have to come and pick me up…”
He didn’t dare to directly ask, “What if you die?”
“Oh, you can’t escape.”
In the darkness, those golden pupils were like those of a wild beast. The young Teest was smiling, but his eyes held no mirth. “I’ve activated the primary defensive spell here. Until all threats are neutralized, this church will be completely sealed.”
Piel’s mouth hung open, combining “burn this place” and “completely sealed”, it didn’t sound good. He hoped this scenario would be in a bakery oven, not in a cult’s base.
If they weren’t careful, wouldn’t they be burnt alive here?!
“Alright, I admit. It’s a bit risky,” the young Teest lamented softly. “But I don’t want to let even one go. I have to pay a little extra price for that.”
With that, the young Teest slit his wrist, and blood flowed over his skin. With a click, Piel’s cage automatically opened, and the distant sound of moving stone doors echoed.
“Run,” the young Teest said to Little Piel.
The young boy’s face, usually delicate and beautiful, now twisted, reminding Piel of a snarling beast.
Piel, scared, darted out like a cannonball—the adult Teest and Nol tightly gripped his wing roots, hiding beneath his dark fur.
Nol turned his head and watched as the young Teest raised his wrist, chanting an arcane and complex spell. The air was thick with the scent of blood, turning almost solid, and a dark red whirlpool began forming on the ground.
Beneath the young Teest’s feet, pools of blood accumulated. The blood emitted steaming vapor, turning into a golden-red flame beside his feet. Teest finally lowered his bleeding hand and walked towards the exit, leaving behind a trail of burning footprints.
He still clutched that tiny bundle of golden thread.
The floors, the air, the walls—deformed whirlpools merged into the shadows, spreading like mold towards the dungeon’s exterior.
From the depths of the whirlpool came distant sounds of flesh squeezing.
“The water you drunk is sweeter, my little sweetheart.”
“I want your son.”
……
Not far away, Zhang Yanjun lay motionless on the big bed. Looking at his big belly, Zhou Qian repeatedly recalls the words he had said. His face, limbs, and every word he spoke were extremely nauseating.
Suddenly, Zhou Qian’s memories overlapped with the illusory scene.
He saw Zhang Yanjun covered in blood. The vivid red blood ignited his own blood like fire. He became furious and irritable. Every cell in his body was clamoring—telling him to kill Zhang Yanjun.
But just as Zhou Qian clenched the knife, the blood color suddenly overlapped with the sunset again.
It seemed like he came to a certain ward in a trance. He opened his eyes and could see the sunset slowly disappearing into the night outside the window.
Hearing some noise, he turned his head and immediately saw Bai Zhou by the bedside.
Bai Zhou was peeling an apple.
The fragrance of the apple covered all the bloody smell, gradually soothing all of Zhou Qian’s restless emotions.
In this faint fragrance, Zhou Qian heard Bai Zhou’s voice—he said with a slightly emphasized tone, “From this morning, we have been together all the time.”
“We have been together all the time.”
After experiencing immense panic and anxiety in his childhood, Zhou Qian deeply remembered this sentence.
Once the truth came out, he would tell this to everyone.
Bai Zhou was his alibi.
But now, when Zhou Qian thought back to that memory, he realized, if looked at from another perspective, could it be interpreted as—
Actually, Bai Zhou was making himself act as his alibi?
Yan Ya once said: “Bai Zhou called this morning… said he was going to deliver homework to Xiao Qian… I gave him the address…”
And after Zhou Qian ran out of Zhang Yanjun’s villa, Bai Zhou found him in just five minutes.
So… maybe Bai Zhou had already sensed what had happened?
Now recalling the past, Zhou Qian realized that his cut was indeed very shallow.
Generally speaking, it would be difficult to kill someone with a piece of broken glass without protecting oneself. If he were to use enough force to actually cut someone else, his own palm would definitely be cut as well.
All the details of the memory, intentionally blurred by the brain due to the excessive pain, appeared incredibly clearly in Zhou Qian’s mind at this moment.
Zhou Qian clearly remembered that he wasn’t injured at the time.
So, under the circumstances where his palm wasn’t cut at all, the wound he inflicted shouldn’t be fatal.
When he was a child, he had limited cognition and thought that all the blood in Zhang Yanjun’s body had drained.
Now, through his memories, he found that Zhang Yanjun actually didn’t lose much blood, so he definitely didn’t sever his abdominal artery.
In other words, Zhou Qian could now be pretty sure that he didn’t kill Zhang Yanjun.
But Zhang Yanjun still died in the end.
Who did it?
Could it be Bai Zhou?
The hospital was only a few minutes away from the Purple Banquet Villa by running.
During the time he was unconscious in the hospital, Bai Zhou could have finished the job.
But Bai Zhou… Why didn’t you tell me?
Clean and flawless you, why would you tarnish yourself with this?
Closing his eyes and opening them again, Zhou Qian found that the environment in front of him had changed again.
He curled the corners of his lips and, without hesitation, made a motion to grip the knife in his hand tightly, taking a big step forward.
In the trees not far away, Zhu Qiang watched excitedly as Zhou Qian indeed stepped into the quagmire step by step and surprisingly didn’t struggle at all—Zhou Qian was completely immersed in the illusion! He was beyond saving! Beyond saving!!
Due to excessive excitement, Zhu Qiang even started panting heavily.
Then he watched as Zhou Qian, with half of his body already in the quagmire, started struggling as if waking up from a dream.
But how could one struggle in a swamp?
The more Zhou Qian struggled, the faster he sank.
Endless mud and sand were like countless ghost hands extending from the depths of hell, trying to drag him into the underworld!
Zhou Qian is doomed.
He’s dead… He’s finally dead!
Zhu Qiang let out a long breath, unable to suppress his laughter.
Zhou Qian is done for.
Zhou Qian, who seemed omnipotent, is dead!
Who accomplished all this?
It was me! Only me!
Many people wanted to kill Zhou Qian, but they all failed! Only he succeeded!
This was definitely something worth celebrating!
The Peach Blossom Legion would heavily reward him! Maybe he could even infiltrate the management layer!
Zhu Qiang didn’t want to hide anymore.
He jumped down from the tree and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, then walked step by step to the edge of the swamp.
At this moment, he couldn’t control his desire to gloat. He wanted to walk up to Zhou Qian triumphantly and tell him—Look, I killed you! So I am stronger than you!!!
A moment later, Zhu Qiang reached the edge of the swamp.
Facing Zhou Qian’s back, he shouted out. “Zhou Qian! I bet you never thought you would die by my hands, did you?! Hahaha…”
In the swamp, Zhou Qian turned around upon hearing this and looked at him in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief. “You, you… Why? Li Buhui… I have no grudge against you. Wait… Is it just because you want my card? No…”
“Of course it’s not just about the card. Haha, even you have times when you can’t figure things out.”
Zhu Qiang said with a mocking tone, “What Li Buhui? You haven’t recognized me yet?! Hahaha! You’ve been deceiving everyone. Now you’re finally deceived by me, right?”
“Let me tell you! My name is Zhu Qiang! Because of you, I got involved in this game! Yu Xian… Yu Xian was also killed by you! Today, I am going to avenge him and myself! Once I kill you… I will be the king of this game!”
“Oh. So, it’s Zhu Qiang.” Suddenly, all the shock and horror on Zhou Qian’s face vanished, and he looked incredibly calm.
His expression was one Zhu Qiang knew all too well—it was the expression of someone who has succeeded in scheming.
But that’s impossible!
What could his countermove possibly be?!
Zhu Qiang swallowed, continuing mockingly, “I know, you’re very capable. Your basic skill is creating illusions. Last time, you subdued Situ Qing with it, didn’t you? But did you ever think that this time, you would be the one to fall for it?! You are dying in your own illusions and inner demons!”
However, Zhou Qian responded, “Yes, I pretended to be caught. If I didn’t pretend… how could I draw you out while you’re so self-satisfied? If you could bear not to come out, then my feigning distress would have been in vain. Thank you, you didn’t let my acting go to waste.”
“You, you… What did you say?” Zhu Qiang’s hand subconsciously trembled.
During their conversation, Zhou Qian didn’t struggle, so his body was only slowly sinking.
At this moment, his two hands were still exposed, and Zhu Qiang saw him quickly take out a mirror from his bag.
It’s the [Universe Teleportation Mirror]!
Impossible.
Impossible…
Zhu Qiang’s face instantly turned extremely ugly.
All of today’s events weren’t solely planned by him but by Priest from Peach Blossom Legion.
Priest made very comprehensive plans and had intended to buy the [Universe Teleportation Mirror] from the trading hall very early on.
So, in Zhu Qiang’s knowledge, once this mirror appeared in the trading hall, it would immediately be bought by people from the Peach Blossom Legion. How could Zhou Qian have it?!
Besides, it was a rare item. The chances of getting it from the treasure box were extremely low.
Each time a player cleared an instance, the video could be seen by Rank S people. Priest had watched all of Zhou Qian’s clearance and told him that he didn’t earn this mirror from any of the rewards.
So how could he possibly…
While surprised, Zhu Qiang heard Zhou Qian say, “From your expression, I see clear surprise. So… the mirror disappearing immediately after appearing in the trading hall was you, wasn’t it?
“But you shouldn’t have so much money. Hmm… so this is related to the Peach Blossom Legion, right? They actually found you. What, high-level players can’t enter low-level instances, so they could only send you?”
“Where did you get that mirror?” Zhu Qiang couldn’t help but ask.
“My master gave it to me.” Zhou Qian smiled, then took a deep breath and, with the mirror, sank into the swamp.
However, his body didn’t enter the swamp. With the help of this mirror, he instantly went to another place.
At the edge of the swamp, Zhu Qiang, who witnessed this scene, almost gritted his molars to pieces.
But fortunately, he had other tricks up his sleeve!
The scope of the Universe Teleportation Mirror was only 500 meters, so Zhou Qian couldn’t have escaped too far. To the south, the terrain remained marshy, so it was likely still a swamp, or perhaps there were even more dangerous things. Zhou Qian wouldn’t go that way. He could only turn and head north!
Pulling out a mask and putting it on, Zhu Qiang quickly turned and headed north, in the direction they had come from.
Zhu Qiang felt he had the upper hand, mainly because the Peach Legion Army had some information about the instance.
Actually, the system originally had restrictions on this kind of thing.
If a player knew how to pass all the levels in an instance, then the level of the monsters in the instance would multiply; thus, even if the player knew the answers to the puzzle, they would still be unable to clear the instance easily.
This kind of restriction didn’t matter in instances meant for ordinary monster fighting and leveling up, but it did in instances involving puzzles.
This was one way the system prevented spoilers in special instances with an exploratory nature.
In addition to this, players who cleared a hidden instance couldn’t explicitly provide information; otherwise, hidden instances in the game would be permanently closed to them, preventing them from acquiring hidden achievements.
The Peach Blossom Legion collected information about “The Flower of Evil” from various sources. They pieced together scant bits of information, forming a small portion of intelligence, which constituted Zhu Qiang’s current reliance.
This time, their seven people were divided into three teams. Yin Jiujiu took the western route, Wu Ren and Situ Qing took the east, and Zhou Qian, who went south through the middle, happened to be in the most dangerous route.
Just south of the marshland they were in was the core area of the level. The information Zhu Qiang received was limited. He didn’t know what was in the core area, but he knew about the area from the entry point to the swamp.
The player with the lowest combat power would draw the card with the highest life points. This piece of information was known to Priest.
Yin Jiujiu, who had a grudge against Situ Qing, was naturally attracted to this instance following Zhu Qiang under Priest’s arrangements.
When the players followed the witch up Weir Mountain for the first time, Yin Jiujiu made a move and tried to kill Situ Qing, which was all within Priest’s expectations.
Therefore, based on the conflict between the two girls, Zhou Qian intentionally separated them after entering this level, which was also within Priest’s calculations.
Zhou Qian arranged for his teammates to act separately, chose to go through the middle himself, and walked into the most dangerous area, eventually being influenced by illusions and entering the swamp to die.
This was the result Priest meticulously designed and could foresee.
As to why Priest was sure Zhou Qian would experience illusions, it was also due to external information he obtained.
According to the information controlled by the Peach Blossom Legion, the effect of the swamp was extensive. Almost all players who head directly south towards the swamp would experience a condition—seeing the most terrifying nightmare in their memory.
That swamp was like a mirror. The intermittent water not only reflected the color of the sky but also people’s memories.
The images and sounds of these memories could even be captured by plants.
It was like the jungles near the swamp had many plants that could talk in human language.
They probably had no thoughts. But when someone’s fearful memory was remembered by the swamp and “played” on a stormy night, the neighboring plants also remembered it and mimicked the cries for help.
“This is an interesting dungeon. I feel like the inside of the high wall is a large… gene-editing related experiment. You feel it too, right? Sometimes we have ‘past life’ memories. Why? Because it’s very possible that memories can actually be stored in genes and passed down through generations.”
“Some device inside the high wall has the function of reading and copying genes. When a person approaches, it reads their genes and, hence, their memories. It can even completely copy a person’s segment of genes and implant it into the surrounding plants… This way, plants have a part of human genes and memories.”
“In this view… that device inside the high wall seems to be the hand of God. Humans, plants, animals… What they eventually grow into is determined by genes. Now it has broken and recombined all species’ genes. What kind of world will it create?”
“Oh, I’ve gone off topic. Let’s get back to the point. In short, there is a device within the high walls that can fully capture a person’s memory.”
“As for that marshland, it can project the most horrifying nightmares from one’s memory, creating an illusionary dream. Players will get lost in this illusion, wander into the swamp, and eventually die.”
This was what Zhu Qiang had heard from Priest himself. He didn’t quite understand the talk about gene duplication. But there was one thing he knew—once Zhou Qian approached the swamp from the south, he would see his most feared memory.
From what Zhu Qiang heard, many players weren’t able to escape, and all died in the swamp.
Occasionally, a few who managed to escape did so, like Zhou Qian, using an item that allowed instant teleportation after suddenly waking up. This was why the Peach Blossom Legion monopolized all teleportation items.
It was unexpected that Zhou Qian could actually obtain such a mirror. Fortunately, Priest had a backup plan. After all, countless people had died on this perilous road, and it was far more than just a trap in the swamp.
Now, Qi Liuxing and Ke Yuxiao were also missing, presumably falling into some sort of illusion. They didn’t enter the marsh, but they must have walked into some other trap and gotten entangled. Without any help, Zhou Qian was simply a sitting duck.
With a determined mind, Zhu Qiang put on a mask that prevented him from being affected by the marsh and searched inch by inch to the north.
About three minutes later, he found Zhou Qian.
It was a place covered with dark green grass.
Zhu Qiang immediately recognized the situation of this place.
According to the information provided by the Peach Blossom Legion, once a player entered this place, their life points would drop exceptionally fast. So, Zhu Qiang stopped immediately, not daring to step further.
Taking a light breath and standing outside this area, he looked inside and couldn’t help but laugh again upon seeing Zhou Qian’s situation.
The dark green grass accelerated the depletion of life points. If players quickly realized this and left the area promptly, there would be no issue. In a way, this was also a hint given by the instance level—that there are traps inside, so don’t continue forward.
Zhu Qiang thought to himself, normally, Zhou Qian would certainly have noticed something wrong with this area and left in time.
But Zhou Qian had just been trapped in the swamp, so he must not have had time to adjust the coordinates when he used the teleportation item, so he set a random place to the north and, unfortunately, landed here. Or maybe he landed nearby and ran hurriedly to avoid being caught, not having the time to check his life points…
In any case, Zhou Qian accidentally delved deep into this dark green grassland and finally fell into the trap.
Zhou Qian’s limbs were all entangled by the dark green grass, completely immobilized. At the same time, his life points must be rapidly decreasing. Zhu Qiang realized that he didn’t even have to do anything now; Zhou Qian was going to die.
“Zhou Qian, ha… You can’t get out, can you? Any last words?” Zhu Qiang asked him.
Zhou Qian lifted his expressionless, somewhat pale face. After a moment, he said softly, “Before being completely entangled by the grass, I glanced at my card. According to the current countdown speed… I probably won’t live more than 5 minutes.”
Zhu Qiang sighed in relief and sat down on the grass. “5 minutes… that’s actually enough for us to have a chat.”
“Chat?” Zhou Qian lifted his eyes to look at Zhu Qiang and suddenly said, “Hmm. I indeed wanted to talk to you. Did you know, I have suspected you for a long time.”
“How could that be?” Zhu Qiang scoffed.
Zhou Qian said, “You revealed your flaws long ago. I just didn’t know who you really were, so I just made that probe earlier. I didn’t expect that you are Qiang Ge.”
Zhu Qiang frowned and asked him across the dark green grass, “What did I say that was flawed? I don’t believe you.”
Zhou Qian said, “When Mayor Ryan took Situ Qing and Yin Jiujiu away, you said—you had the opportunity to enter this instance because you hugged Yin Jiujiu’s thighs. You had to listen to whatever she asked. You were just trying to survive.”
“You wanted to express that you just wanted to blend in, and you didn’t want to do anything. If you don’t enter the instance on time, you’ll die. You’re just completing the task. But if so… why did you let Yin Jiujiu bring you to this hidden instance? That’s so risky.”
“Entering a hidden instance, either you want to farm achievements, level up fast, get a lot of gold coins, meet the so-called gods in this game, and have them grant your wishes; or you have ulterior motives. But in any case, it shouldn’t be ‘you just want to survive’. So—”
“At that time, I knew you were lying.”
“Cough… Alright. So?” Zhu Qiang shrugged indifferently. “You knew I was lying at that time, so what? You knew I had ulterior motives. But seeing me being ‘ordinary’ from start to finish, impossible to achieve great things, you simply look down upon me, don’t you? Zhou Qian—”
“Don’t play the wise man after the event. Regardless of the process, the result is here—you have already lost!”
“…Heh, yes, I have lost. I admit defeat. But what are you so proud of? Is the person who defeated me really you?”
Zhou Qian gave a cold smile, his gaze full of mockery as he looked at Zhu Qiang. “You thought I was really caught in the trap and about to die, so you couldn’t wait to appear and even voluntarily reveal your identity—”
“What? You are afraid that even as a ghost, I wouldn’t know who harmed me? Qiang Ge, you are really proud. But…”
“Is the one who defeated me really you? I’m afraid not. I’m very curious. Who is the person directly commanding you behind your back?”
“It was I who defeated you!”
Zhu Qiang couldn’t restrain his anger.
This Zhou Qian is simply too hateful, provoking me even when he’s at death’s door!
But soon, realizing Zhou Qian’s intention, Zhu Qiang laughed in anger.
Reminding himself not to fall into the trap, Zhu Qiang took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. After a while, he even mimicked the nonchalant expression that Zhou Qian often had and asked him softly, “Anyway, it was I who defeated you. Are you unwilling to accept?”
“Qiang Ge, who actually defeated me, you and I know well. It’s the power of a legion. They could deal with me like this… Who knows what they will do to you in the future? Look at Situ Qing’s fate.”
“Why did Yin Jiujiu appear? The legion was using her to kill Situ Qing. Looking at Situ Qing’s fate, do you think you’ll have a better future?”
Hearing Zhou Qian say this, Zhu Qiang restrained himself for a while but seemed to be unable to hold back in the end and burst into laughter. “Zhou Qian, indeed, your purpose was this! You’re out of moves, so you would say such divisive words, right?”
“This kind of trick… I saw you use it on Situ Qing. She had issues with her gambler, so you succeeded. As for me? Would I fall into the trap? Don’t joke, haha… Really…”
“I never thought I’d see the day—you, in desperate straits—could also resort to such amusing tactics.”
“Zhou Qian, whatever you want to say, feel free… I won’t save you! Hahaha!”
Zhu Qiang shrugged. “Alright, I admit. It wasn’t me personally who defeated you. But you don’t have to belittle me. I can still continue to be proud. Even if the legion helped me plan a lot, after all, the person who successfully implemented all this in the end is me!”
“I want to defeat you and feel extremely proud because of it…”
“You have seen through this, so besides sowing discord, you want to disgust me one last time before your death and make me uncomfortable, right? Hahaha, unfortunately, I won’t be. Zhou Qian, seeing you die… As long as you die… I’ll be happier than anyone!”
“And doesn’t this prove the power of the legion?”
“Before, killing you in this game? I wouldn’t even dare to think about it. But I actually did it now!”
“The Peach Blossom Legion is really strong. They enabled me to kill you. In the future… it will bring me more and more.”
“Zhou Qian, you will die. And I, will get what I want the most!”
After that, Zhou Qian fell into a long silence.
It seemed like he had been outmaneuvered by Zhu Qiang in every word.
Now, even he was completely out of options. He could only accept his fate.
After a long time, Zhou Qian seemed to finally give up struggling and choose to accept his fate.
He was pale, with no spirit in his eyes.
Zhu Qiang looked up at him, hearing him ask, “Oh? What do you want to gain from this game?”
Zhu Qiang immediately replied, “After getting close to godhood, any wish can be granted. I can even bring Yu Xian back. Right?”
“Killing him at that time… was my last resort. I will bring him back!”
Hearing this, Zhou Qian actually laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” asked Zhu Qiang.
He’s going to die. What’s he laughing at?!
But Zhou Qian asked, “I’m laughing because… haven’t you thought that I can also be resurrected?”
“Who would resurrect you?” Zhu Qiang gave a cold smile. “Qi Liuxing and the others? Those few have been fooled by you and became part of your team. They will be targeted by the legion!
“Now we’re all in a low-level instance, so there are restrictions. High-level players can’t enter, but it won’t be the same in the future! Everyone will be upgraded to Rank S soon! By then… they can encounter legion members anytime!”
“Can they beat the Peach Blossom Legion?”
Zhu Qiang concluded with a cold voice. “Zhou Qian, everyone will die because of you!”
“You misunderstood, Qiang Ge. What I’m talking about isn’t these little kids.” Zhou Qian said, “You forgot, I just said that I have a master.”
“A master? Who is your master?” Zhu Qiang narrowed his eyes.
“My master is a Rank God player.” Zhou Qian smiled. “So, I’ve realized, since I can resurrect, what am I afraid of? My master will definitely save me. Hmm… your expression has become interesting again. You want to ask who my master is, right?”
Zhu Qiang clenched his fists, his expression involuntarily becoming serious. Meanwhile, he noticed that not only were Zhou Qian’s limbs tied by the dark green grass, but his whole body was almost turning dark green at a visible speed—many dark grasses were growing inside his body.
Wu Ren had the lowest life value and was the first to show mutation reactions.
Now Zhou Qian was like this, indicating that his life value was also rapidly declining, showing a mutation reaction!
Zhou Qian was about to die!
He really had no chance of surviving!
So, what he just said was very likely to be true. After all, Zhu Qiang had also heard Priest mention—that gambler called Mu Sheng loaded himself into the game but encountered a terrible attack from a Rank God player!
“Do you want to know… who that person is, right?” Zhou Qian glanced at his arm, now grown with dark green grass, felt somewhat uncomfortable, and hooked his mouth. His smile looked rather innocent. “Hiss, it’s really weird having grass growing on the body. I just hope my head doesn’t turn green.”
Zhu Qiang: “……”
Zhou Qian looked up at Zhu Qiang again. “Oh, let’s get back to the point. I probably have three more minutes. Do you know why I woke up from that illusion?”
“It’s weird, right? Normally, I should have taken that knife and slashed Zhang Yanjun to pieces, right?”
Zhu Qiang indeed found it strange. He paused for a while, then asked Zhou Qian, “Then why didn’t you do it?”
Zhou Qian smiled; his eyes suddenly became very gentle, as if recalling a beautiful memory. “If it only concerned me, I could act as I pleased and kill if I wanted to kill. But this matter involves Bai Zhou—”
“Do you know that I am a principled person?”
Zhu Qiang didn’t know why Zhou Qian asked this, and he didn’t really want to deal with Zhou Qian. But for some reason, when he saw Zhou Qian’s eyes at that moment, he still shook his head at Zhou Qian.
Seeing Zhu Qiang shake his head, Zhou Qian smiled satisfyingly. Then he said gently, “Because there are too many bad people like you in this world. I haven’t met many good people in my life. So, good people are rare creatures in this world. They should be protected.”
“Bai Zhou is a good person.”
“He has good grades, is handsome, has a good personality, has been the class president since he was a child, and even his sports scores are good… How could such a perfect person be a murderer? So, if time could go back, I would definitely not do that.”
“Now, I have ten thousand ways to give a life worse than death to scumbags like Zhang Yanjun, so tell me… Why should my hands, especially Bai Zhou’s hands, be stained with blood?”
After a while, Zhu Qiang looked up at Zhou Qian and felt a very strange feeling. All the complex emotions brought about by the thought of “I defeated Zhou Qian”… suddenly disappeared. It seemed like he was the one who was sick and couldn’t feel emotions.
Zhou Qian’s eyes seemed to have magic. Or, his ability to empathize and control people was too strong. So strong that Zhu Qiang now dared not look into his eyes, as if he were a god that mortals couldn’t face.
Realizing something, Zhu Qiang quickly averted his eyes.
Then he said, “Hmm, yes. You make sense, Zhou Qian. But—”
After taking a deep breath and adjusting for a while, Zhu Qiang finally dared to raise his head to look into Zhou Qian’s eyes again. “But the choices you made can only happen in illusions. What has happened has happened, and time cannot reverse. And you’re about to die. I don’t think you have a chance to resurrect. Even if you have the so-called ‘master’, even if he is a Rank God player. How can he fight against the entire Peach Blossom Legion alone?”
“Is that so? Let’s not talk about my resurrection. Let’s talk about my illusion. Then do you think… Does Zhang Yanjun deserve to die?” Zhou Qian suddenly asked, “He’s scum; you have no doubt about this, right?”
“He’s definitely scum.” Zhu Qiang replied, “I admit, I am not a good person. I’m selfish and greedy. But in my eyes, adults who hurt children are not human!”
“Oh. Is that so? Then let me ask you one last question before I die.”
Zhou Qian smiled lightly, staring into Zhu Qiang’s eyes with his dark pupils, and asked again, “Why do you know… who Zhang Yanjun is? Why do you know what he has done?”