Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 148 - 139 What is Called a True Descent of the Heavenly God!

Chapter 148: Chapter 139 What is Called a True Descent of the Heavenly God!

Wang Hao browsed the shopping mall with great enthusiasm.

In addition to the regular lottery of Superpowers, Bloodlines, Talents, and Strange Objects, there were various practical items.

As for the prices... they were outrageous!

For instance, a hand-crank flashlight cost 50 points.

bucks!

"Hand-crank flashlight: As long as the handle is continuously pressed, the flashlight will emit light continuously. Please note that to avoid temporal interference, this item cannot be brought into environments with lower technological levels. Price: 50 points."

Two flashlights were worth a life!

This was also the main reason why Wang Hao was reluctant to shop in the mall in the past—he had no money but one life.

"High Energy Compression Biscuits *20: Protein-rich, starch, and protein compressed biscuits, each weighing 200 grams, can provide a day’s worth of energy consumption and some spiritual recovery. Price: 100 points."

These items could be brought into certain game scenarios to some extent to reduce the difficulty.

Once the character died, they couldn’t be recovered, essentially making them consumables.

This time, Wang Hao wanted to buy a megaphone and a recorder in the mall.

He couldn’t find them!

"Forget it, forget it, these things have never appeared in past mission scenarios, naturally, they can’t be bought."

"I’ll have to rely on the resources of the exploration team..."

He opened another webpage and searched for tutorials on making loudspeakers.

This difficulty...

emm, how should I put this...

Difficult for those who don’t know, easy for those who do, but calculating the corresponding equations of current and resistance is such a hassle. This damn game isn’t really hardcore enough to make players create speakers.

Wang Hao shook his head and gave up these wild thoughts.

He continued browsing the items in the mall for a long time, finding one great item.

"Exceptionally Durable Paper *10, produced from the silk of metallic silkworms, effectively resistant to corrosion, high temperatures, and wear. After purchasing this item, you are allowed to carry paper with written information into major game scenarios. Price: 100 points."

"You can write any text on the paper, totaling 10 sheets."

Damn, that’s expensive, 10 sheets of paper comparable to a life...

But some very interesting ideas started to form in his mind.

Despite the complaints, Wang Hao clicked the [Purchase] button.

"Your current points balance: 5400."

"You have obtained 10 exceptionally durable papers."

Then, he took out two sheets of paper and wrote carefully on them.

On one, he wrote, "My name is Pan Hao, when you read this I’ll already be dead..."

And on the back, he wrote a mass of small characters.

Another piece of paper titled "Letter to Fellow Black-clothed Guards."

"That’s it!"

Without these two letters, he could still accomplish some things; Wang Hao just wanted to stir up some fun.

"You are entering ’Paradise II.’ Script loading, please wait..."

He skipped the opening video, and the 10-year-old boy appeared in the small "Ganlu Temple" for the nth reincarnation.

Everything was exactly as it had always been.

And yet, everything was completely different.

Wang Hao spread his arms open: "Today, I am going to show what it means for a Heavenly God to descend to earth!"

Although he had no audience, even his usual biggest supporter, little sister Yue, was still taking an exam in the examination hall.

But he was very happy with the game’s progress.

Because he was about to overcome great hardships and save the world!

He stuffed the letter "My name is Pan Hao, I’m already dead" into the cracked head of a Buddha statue.

With a light step, he headed towards the safe house in the dense fog. This old house had a very high safety factor; no monsters would attack for the first few nights—a strategy derived from countless experiences.

minutes and 22 seconds later, the exploration team of eight arrived in a speedboat, right on time.

"The fog has cleared! The fog has cleared! Haha, we’ve found the place."

Their tone was fervent.

Their expressions were cautious yet suppressed.

Even though in the river of time, they would face death as a whole team the next morning,

At this moment, they were still full of hope for the future, still not dead yet.

In a random twist of fate... they would encounter some small changes.

"There’s a temple on the riverbank; it’s called ’Ganlu Temple,’ just as recorded in the classics!"

They were extremely excited, welcoming their fate.

Just like in the movies, every frame of their actions, expressions, emotions, and words underwent no changes.

"There truly is a Taoyuan Village in the world, it does exist!"

"The legendary Fountain of Youth is right here! God bless, God bless!"

"Let’s rest at this temple ahead, don’t rush in the darkness."

"Pan Hao, carefully check the temple’s interior. Get ready to make a fire; tonight, we’ll just make do and spend the night here."

"Understood."

Pan Hao, the local guide, carefully sensed the dangers surrounding him as he tiptoed into the temple.

Upon arriving in Taoyuan Village, the chilling pressure from all directions made his hair stand on end, as if something in the dark was watching him, causing goosebumps to continually emerge all over his body.

If the payment hadn’t been substantial, he would have never come to such a haunted place in his lifetime. Compared to his past tomb-robbing activities, the current adventure seemed like child’s play.

However, the moment he stepped over the temple threshold, he suddenly froze.

He felt a mysterious aura named "Destiny."

Every world has its own river of time.

Every civilization has its own river of destiny.

And every individual has their own personal timeline.

That is called Destiny.

Yet, in the nebulous depth, he seemed to see a scene where he would die the next morning.

The river of Destiny had broken!

This sensation was profoundly mysterious, causing Pan Hao’s temples to pulse violently; suddenly, cold sweat drenched his back.

"What is this?"

The only thing that could alter destiny was a beam of light above the Buddha’s head.

Pan Hao blinked, there was no light above the Buddha’s head; he was hallucinating.

"What is this... Sixth Sense? Is some anomaly attacking me? Is it a hallucination caused by too much pressure? Or..."

Pan Hao, a somewhat renowned tomb robber, quickly recovered from that mysterious state and calmed himself down.

Cautiously moving forward, he gripped the ancestral dagger in his hand.

He saw the Buddha statue with a cracked head!

Inside was a withered yellow piece of paper!

I have to see what you are!

Gritting his teeth, he shone his flashlight and took a distant glance.

The content inside astonished him!

No, it wasn’t just astonishment... but to the extent that his blood almost boiled!

"I am Pan Hao, and by the time you read this, I will already be dead..."

What the hell.

Dry mouth and parched throat, he swallowed his saliva, somewhat at a loss.

Is this... a letter addressed to me?

Why does something in the village know my name, Pan Hao?

Should I take this letter?

Suddenly, he heard someone outside calling: "Pan Hao, is it dangerous inside? If there’s no danger, we will come in!"

"Wait, I’m examining this Buddha statue!" he quickly replied.

His heart pounded, and adrenaline surged.

Cautiously touching the letter with his dagger, it seemed... safe?

There was no sign of wilting on the rose on his chest either.

With lightning speed, he flicked the letter into his sleeve with a swift "whoosh."

This move was called "Flying Dragon Cloud-Seeking Hand," infamous in the tomb-robbing trade.

In ancient tombs, finding objects like jade and swiftly concealing them in one’s sleeve to keep the treasures for oneself brought immense joy, unknown to his companions.

These foreigners, of course, had no idea that Pan Hao had stealthily snatched something valuable right under their noses.

"Team leader, it’s safe inside! It’s just this cracked Buddha statue, looks a bit odd, not sure if it’s problematic."

Gregory and others entered the temple and conducted another thorough check but found nothing.

"It’s just an ordinary wooden statue; let’s rest here for today."

Soon, a fire was lit inside the temple, and a priest-like white man added some unknown plants that resembled lavender into the stove.

A light fragrance emanated from the stove.

The priest, a religious devoteer, held a thick book and began to worship before eating.

The group chatted about topics like "astrology," "Fountain of Youth," "wealth," "women," and "Taishen Abyss."

The pursuit of wealth and women—cough cough—was explorers’ eternal chase, greatly alleviating psychological stress.

But Pan Hao couldn’t pay attention.

He was itching with curiosity about what exactly the letter contained... and hadn’t yet found the right moment to read it.

Time ticked away, and outside was pitch black, with only the sound of insects chirping.

Gregory pulled down a curtain to cover the temple’s entrance. Decorated with fine runes, it could fend off certain things.

Voices subsided as it became time to rest.

Someone took out a pocket watch, reminiscing about relatives; another person read the Holy Bible; whereas Gregory sat aside, resting with his eyes closed, holding a silver cross in his hand.

In this world, Vampires ultimately weren’t afraid of the cross or silver. Even Gregory, a devout Christian, knew he had sinned and prayed quietly for God’s forgiveness.

Life is like a play, all dependent on acting skills.

Pan Hao also pretended to read a book, "Jin Ping Mei," which wasn’t just a vulgar story; to some extent, it depicted the feudal oppression of women—not that this was particularly relevant now.

He slid the odd letter between the pages of his book and carefully opened it.

On the side facing outward, a line read: "I am Pan Hao, and by the time you read this, I will already be dead..."

On the inside, there were thousands of tiny characters.