Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 139 - 130: The Murals in the Temple

Chapter 139: Chapter 130: The Murals in the Temple

Finally, they reached the wall on the north side.

"Should we head to the other side of the wall?" Wang Hao’s heart raced.

Near the gate, there slept an old man with three hands, a mutant.

His body was massive, possibly three meters tall, with tattered clothes. His forehead swelled with many pus-filled bumps, his age unknown.

The mutant old man seemed to retain a trace of reason, as he woke from his slumber upon seeing the group.

He cackled, "Where did you snatch these poor kiddos from? Ah, how pitiful, such a sin, these little ones being caught by you!"

"You people from Taoyuan Village, how are you any different from us? How venomous!"

The main troop ignored him and continued towards the gate.

Facing a flurry of Papermen, and with so many residents of Taoyuan Village present, the mutant old man dared not launch a direct attack.

He followed the group like a maniac, muttering, "You folks from Taoyuan Village think you’re superior? You’re just barely clinging to life here, arriving here just before us... what’s going on?"

"You want to hog the secret of the well to yourselves. You deserve to die!"

"You want us to die to reap the benefits, what’s happening?"

"What’s going on... Is there a conflict between these two parties?" Wang Hao pondered.

But there was no outbreak of conflict, not because of the mutant old man’s superior strength, but because of—"It."

In situations where instant killing wasn’t possible, having reason equated to deterrence.

Once "It" was mentioned, "It" would truly appear.

No one wanted to face "It."

Thus, any intelligent creature able to speak constituted a mutual deterrence.

Of course, Wang Hao was an exception.

Since any Superpower User could instantly kill him without him uttering a word.

The group finally entered through the main gate.

Suddenly, the whole world changed.

It’s hard to describe what exactly changed; it felt as if they moved from a barely living world into a completely dead one.

A deathly silence pervaded, and even the original villagers of the village trembled slightly, mustering immense courage to approach this place.

Wang Hao’s eyes widened as he saw it.

About a kilometer ahead, there was a vast red ocean.

This ocean was transparent in the distance, but near the coast, it turned red, brighter than the color of fresh blood, even dyeing the sky red.

"Hmm... similar to the sky in ’Binge Eating Heaven’?"

"Could this be the Blood Demon’s real form? It’s too huge; how can an ocean be contained?"

Sitting in a palanquin, being carried by others, Wang Hao felt great, deeply immersed in the increasingly bizarre storyline.

His confusion grew.

"Could it be that this haunted place houses a World Level Strange Object? Otherwise, how could I possibly stop the Blood Demon from surfacing?"

If not for his complete inability to move, he would have liked to sing "Joyful Song" in the game!

It wasn’t easy at all!

It really wasn’t easy!

Cleverly finding an entry point and getting involved in this deep storyline was quite a challenge.

Remembering the several A4 pages he had written, totaling thousands of words, Wang felt tears welling up in his eyes!

Getting too addicted to a game.

"We haven’t cleared the game yet, don’t rush, don’t rush."

The ocean was utterly still, completely silent.

As they approached the ocean, his sanity dramatically dropped, his vision flickered with dense figures, either screaming or showing eerie smiles, all reaching out with their pale, weak hands towards Wang Hao in the palanquin.

Those standing by were prepared, lighting several torches.

Thick white smoke rose from the torches, carrying a revitalizing scent.

With a regain of reason, those bizarre hallucinations quickly dispersed.

On the beach by the coastline, a range of twisted trees grew, adorned with many uniquely shaped Papermen clinking like bells, and some were dyed a vibrant red.

"What odd custom is this?" Wang Hao wondered, puzzled. "Were the ’Red Dress Ladies’ created this way?"

As for the explorers whose bodies were out of control, they transitioned from initial terror to numb resignation, witnessing scenes that completely surpassed their understanding.

What was this red ocean?

Is this... an aberration? Can an aberration reach this extent?

For "Gregory" of the Rose Cross Society, a mysterious and hopeless term flickered in his mind—Demon God.

Only phenomena caused by a Demon God could be this bizarre.

They actually intended to enter the domain marked by a Demon God, seeking the Fountain of Youth?

These insane indigenous people were but puppets manipulated by a Demon God!

Regret, helplessness, annoyance, despair—every emotion mixed sour, sweet, bitter, salty, all intertwined. In the end, he chose to empty his thoughts, not thinking or doing anything.

He could only wait to die.

Beside the red sea, there stood a magnificent temple.

This temple was grand, at least three hundred square meters, with carved railings and jade inlays. The interior walls were engraved with exquisite images, far superior to the decrepit "Ganlu Temple" outside.

However, there were no statues of Buddha inside the temple, only an ancient well situated right at the heart of the temple.

The infamous well had appeared!

Beside the ancient well stood a crooked tree, its branches twisted like the veins of a human body, extending and obstructing the view of the well.

As the group approached, the branches creaked and writhed, and from the trunk emerged a human face, struggling and roaring at them.

"Do you have to be so frightening? And what is this tree exactly?"

Wang Hao could clearly feel that the power level of this tree was higher than that of ordinary entities, but it was unclear what role it played.

There were also various ritual implements laid out here.

There had been an attempt to conduct a grand ritual, but it was unsuccessful because the two main "gifts" had escaped.

"The time has already passed, let’s get started," said the floating Paperman. "To prevent it from getting angry."

"Grandma" nodded and controlled Wang Hao to walk down from the sedan and right up to the edge of the ancient well.

The twisted tree swayed but was restrained by some mysterious force.

It seemed the tree didn’t want him to get too close to the well.

Wang Hao took the opportunity to observe the beautiful murals in the temple. He wasn’t afraid of dying; he just wanted to gather as much information as possible before death.

The first mural depicted the ancestors of Taoyuan Village discovering this mystical world. The well was already there, and so was the sea outside, but the sea was not red; it was a brilliant blue.

The second mural depicted the ancestors of Taoyuan Village starting to make papermen.

It seemed they wanted to abandon their physical bodies and leave only their souls, becoming true Eternals.

The third mural showed them placing the papermen into the outer sea, believing this would lead them to the true Nirvana.

The fourth mural depicted bizarre creatures coming from outside Paradise Village.

These creatures were very powerful, but their goal was to enter this great sea. It was in this image that the sea turned red.

He could only see these four murals out of the corner of his eye; more details were obscured.

Wang Hao looked confused, his brows tightly furrowed.

These murals were beautifully detailed and rich in information, not abstract, colorful, and easy to understand.

But how was he to stop the "Blood Demon" from emerging from the Etheric Abyss?

These mysterious murals did not provide an answer...

Enemies surrounded him from all directions, with no justice.

It was indeed all enemies; this new cycle proved that even the original inhabitants of Paradise Village were no good, all crazies.

The only justice was the Black-clothed Guard, Comrade Li Xianfeng, who died a hundred years ago.

Without much time to think, Wang Hao had already reached the edge of the well. The eerie tree tried to stop him but was held back by the people of Taoyuan Village.

He started attempting to draw water from the well—of course, he himself couldn’t move; it was Grandma using some ability to forcibly make him draw the water.

Once again, the tree moved, and a thick darkness emitted from where the head was on the trunk. In just an instant, the child’s skin seemed to have aged eighty years.

To draw this bucket of well water,

the child had spent his entire life’s vitality.

A message popped up before his eyes: "You have died. Reason: Death due to physical aging."

"What?" Wang Hao exclaimed, confused, "After all that... just to die? Was the village people’s intention just for me to draw well water?"

It might be due to obtaining more information in this cycle, or perhaps because the script was quite difficult, the game system showed some mercy, and the screen did not immediately darken.

Wang Hao watched for a while from a God’s perspective.

After drawing the well water, the game character jumped directly into the well.

This bucket of well water seemed quite precious; the original inhabitants of Paradise Village discussed for a while and first poured half of it over the tree beside the well.

In just a moment, the tree also greatly withered.

Then, they placed the eight members of the expedition team on a plank and covered them with several large white Papermen.

They fed these people the well water and various odd things.

In just a while, these people lost all signs of life, but the Papermen on them came vividly to life.

The villagers hung these alive Papermen on the sinister tree by the sea.

The scene completely darkened.

This cycle ended here.

More in-depth storyline, baffling customs.

Continued annihilation of the expedition team.

No clue on how to clear the level.

Wang Hao scratched his scalp and looked at the time; it was already two in the morning.

"Not bad, not entirely without progress."

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