Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 145 - 136: The Secret in the Village

Chapter 145: Chapter 136: The Secret in the Village

"Li Xianfeng also fell into the same quandary as me, the enemy was too strong, our side too weak, the means too few, pushed to the brink. And he only had one life, while I, on the other hand, had countless."

"He faced even greater difficulties than I... if it were me, I would go mad too."

On the verge of fury, Wang Hao scribbled frantically across the paper, but no matter what, he just couldn’t break through.

He even connected the game helmet to the computer and printed tens of thousands of words from the "Ether Abyss Setting Collection" using the printer.

The printer rattled and clattered in operation, producing over thirty densely packed A4 pages.

Suddenly, he saw a word that was familiar yet not quite familiar—"anchor"!

He then saw in the strategy collection, the last words of Comrade Li Xianfeng: "Those who follow must remember: the number of enemies is not just one."

His pupils dilated, his heartbeat quickened.

"Anchor!"

Wang Hao abruptly leaned back tactically, collapsing onto the chair, his temples throbbing.

"The number of enemies is not one!"

When he saw these two terms, it was as though a bolt of lightning had cut through the dim night sky!

This lightning was fierce, striking his mind, as if electrifying through Wang Hao’s governor and conception vessels, connecting him with the universe.

He felt his soul elevating, witnessing the scene of the cosmos’s origin: clear qi rising, turbid qi sinking, food going to the large intestine, water to the bladder, digesting food, transforming water, preventing disease and disaster.

"Ha ha ha... I’ve figured it out! I’ve figured it out!"

Wang Hao was ecstatic, howling to the heavens.

The torturous stagnation from before, in that instant, was swept clean!

This feeling was like having been constipated for who knows how long, suffering to the extreme, then suddenly everything comes out, and in that moment, you feel like you’re floating on clouds, near elation, a cerebral high.

Seeing another critical clue written on the wall by Li Xianfeng, he felt a sudden realization!

"Blood Demons and natural disasters are beyond human control, my time is limited, hallucinations abundant, merely surviving here, my heart carries guilt, and yet there is nothing to be done."

"One day, a sudden stroke of inspiration came to me, and I had an epiphany."

"But the influence of Blood Demon has already taken hold; given time, it will surely cause great catastrophe, rather than breaking it is not set, entrust it to the future generation, there lies a sliver of a chance. Those who follow must remember: the number of enemies is not one."

"Black-clothed Guard, words left by Li Xianfeng."

The key point is actually just one sentence: "The number of enemies is not one!"

Here, "The number of enemies is not one" does not refer to the indigenous people of Taoyuan Village, nor does it mean that there is more than one creature.

Otherwise, it would be nonsense.

Even a clear-eyed person could see that there are countless enemies here.

Rather...

It’s the number of bosses behind the scenes!

There might be two Subordinate Demon Gods!

Two!

Not just one Blood Demon!

But another!

Both are in conflict!

In the village, all the bizarre and curious phenomena are the chain reactions caused by the battle between the two Subordinate Demon Gods for the "anchor."

Yes, in the "Ether Abyss Setting Collection," high-quality "anchors" are very rare.

Extremely rare!

Human "anchors" are too common and not considered rare.

Human subjective initiative is too strong, beset with distractions, and human souls are too fragile, providing buoyancy only at a general level. Unless one could mobilize hundreds of millions, or even billions of followers, the collective force would be needed to let a Demon God ascend.

But this is obviously unrealistic because there are hardly any normal people in the village.

Therefore, high-quality "anchors" are not humans, but that ocean, that well!

The first mural depicted the ancestors of Taoyuan Village discovering this mysterious world.

By then, the well already existed, the surrounding ocean existed too, but not in red, instead, it was a transparent azure.

"This mural mainly depicts this well."

"The well is the highest quality anchor in this world, able to provide a very large idealist buoyancy."

"An unknown Subordinate Demon God has anchored this well. It can project its power continuously through the well."

The second mural depicted the ancestors of Taoyuan Village discovering the secrets of the well, drinking its water made them intelligent, and could even allow the soul to leave the body!

They began to make papermen, seemingly trying to abandon the physical body and retain only the soul, to become true Eternals."

"The second mural describes the villagers of Paradise Village drinking well water and becoming the anchor of that unknown demon god."

Just one well cannot perform complex operations.

Only by anchoring humans, can the subjective capability of humans be harnessed to achieve more complex aims.

"The ability of this unknown Demon God is actually opposite of the Blood Demon. It can enhance the soul power of humans, at the cost of the continuous depletion of physical vitality."

"Souls can’t exist independently from the body," Thus the people of Paradise Village need to make Papermen to acquire eternal and undying bodies."

Of course, this affair definitely has its side effects.

Wang Hao did not believe that one could still be a normal human after losing their physical body.

Can Papermen secrete dopamine, and can they secrete endorphins?

Naturally, they cannot.

Without cerebral orgasms, what is the meaning of life? It’s better to be dead.

"Meanwhile, the ability of the Blood Demon is to enhance the physical vitality of humans, with the side effects being the exhaustion of reason and the dissipation of the soul."

"Just the opposite."

This unknown demon god, might as well simply be called the "Spirit Demon"...

In the third mural, the people of Paradise Village placed the finished Papermen into the sea outside.

They believed doing so would help them reach the Heaven beyond the ocean and achieve true eternal life.

In reality, the people of Paradise Village were deceived.

There was no Nirvana, it was just the "Spirit Demon" wanting to project its power into the "Great Sea."

A well is the highest quality anchor in this world.

The "Spirit Demon" could directly invade the "well," projecting its own power into it.

While the quality of the "Great Sea" is undoubtedly a notch lower, making it impossible to invade directly. Without humans as intermediaries, the "Spirit Demon" couldn’t project its own power directly onto the sea.

As for humans, they are merely tools for transferring influence.

I must explain in passing that in the "Ether Abyss Setting Collection," due to different superpowers, each demon god has different needs for anchors.

Like this well, for the Spirit Demon, it might be a super-high-quality anchor that can be invaded with a minimal cost and can also spread the "anchor" to humans who drink the well water.

For "God," it means little, once anchored, the water in the well turns into Holy Water, useful only for killing, unable to spread.

For the "Laplace Demon," the well is useless, forcibly anchoring it is just a wasteful expenditure of power, the water remains ordinary.

But the common aspect is that maintaining an anchor is remarkably energy-consuming.

Ten thousand units of power transmitted to the anchoring end might not even amount to one unit.

It’s like fishing, if the fishing line is too long, extending hundreds or thousands of meters, no matter how strong the fisherman, it’s hard to directly reel in the fish. Because the power simply can’t be transmitted fully, one must slowly reel in the line, allowing the fishing line to shorten, to better conduct power.

Even the puppeteer might not fully know where their projected power was used. It’s like human fishing, the bait is eaten by the fish, but they can’t reel in the fish, which is a common occurrence.

Thus, finding high-quality anchors is one of the highest needs of all demon gods.

Even when humans are anchored, they still maintain a certain degree of agency, not being fully controlled by the puppeteers.

Moreover, subordinate demon gods typically do not possess human self-consciousness; they are merely aggregations of rules, more akin to artificial intelligence.

Wang Hao patted his head, then analyzed the fourth mural.

From outside Paradise, some abnormalities arrived; these bizarre creatures were powerful, possessing various abilities, still, they seemed to lack high intelligence: their target was not the well but rather to jump into this part of the sea.

The people of Paradise Village built a wall, yet it was quite difficult to block the creatures from jumping into the sea.

It was in this depiction that part of the sea turned red.

Wang Hao’s eyes flickered with brilliance, "At this moment, the Blood Demon discovered this strange world and officially entered the scene!"

"The contest for the anchor between two subordinate demon gods has officially begun!"

The way Blood Demon entered was also quite peculiar.

Due to the special anchoring node "well" of this parallel world being preempted by the "Spirit Demon."

Even if the Blood Demon wanted to compete, it was powerless.

It couldn’t project its power directly.

But that ocean hadn’t been fully anchored yet!

Thus, the Blood Demon could only settle for second best, first manipulating its "anchored" anomalies to jump into the sea to inject its influence.

This was the first step in the contest for "anchoring."

The "Spirit Demon," not willing to be outdone, had the people of Paradise Village build a wall to block these oddities from jumping into the sea.

The clandestine struggle between two subordinate demon gods, in the eyes of lower-dimensional humans, was utterly baffling, a complete breakdown in style.

All sorts of chaotic customs, bizarre plants, wave after wave of weird things.

From the perspective of a higher dimension, however, the true logic could be discerned: Humans were merely mobile chess pieces, invisible forces manipulating these pieces, continually throwing them into the battlefield for anchoring.

Wang Hao’s heart raced; analyzing up to this point, he felt a sudden pang of wistful helplessness, chilling stern cruelty, along with the thrill of witnessing a high-dimensional game.

It was the gap between Chess Player and chess piece; hunter and prey; low dimension and high dimension.

The mulberry leaves still grew silently, thousands of years of time, a vast expanse, the vessel’s body covered in mulberry fields, as lush as ever.

But the mulberry leaves were ignorant; they were eaten by silkworms time and again.

They were clueless; they just grew silently.

Running water, flying birds, journeys, strangers, villagers... Chess Players calculating the unknown, computing thousands of years and miles, pondering year by month, calculating the time to win the chess game.

How could chess pieces fight against the Chess Players?

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