Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 157 - 148: Do You Want to Be Praised by Future Generations?

Chapter 157: Chapter 148: Do You Want to Be Praised by Future Generations?

"It shouldn’t be," Wang Hao said. "I cleared most of the anchors in the village, and even the residents of Paradise Village all died. Their bodies were burned to ashes."

"Those things that couldn’t be burned were also buried."

"Why has the Blood Demon become even more formidable?"

This was a significant query. Logically, the indiscriminate removal of anchors should have caused the Blood Demon to sink greatly.

"Could it be that something happened in the past 40 years? Could someone have dug up the things that were buried?"

After thinking carefully, he suddenly clapped his hands. Yes!

A look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.

"Most of the Blood Demon’s anchors actually come from outsiders. These outsiders, influenced by their bodily instincts, continuously come to Taoyuan Village, attempting to pollute the ocean and the well."

"The anchors of the Spirit Demon mostly come from the original inhabitants of Taoyuan Village. These original inhabitants would block the outsiders. The prisoners’ dilemma between the two sides formed a dynamic equilibrium."

"Now, I have wiped out most of the life in Taoyuan Village. These two Subordinate Demon Gods did briefly sink."

"But the conflict over the anchors wouldn’t stop due to this damage; rather, it would continue unabated."

"The damage to the Spirit Demon was actually more significant since with the people of Taoyuan Village dead, there was no one left to serve it."

"Having lost its agency, it was left with only a lonely well and half of an ocean. It could only defend passively, unable to attack."

"In contrast, the Blood Demon, due to its innate strength, continues to endlessly draw outsiders to Taoyuan Village over the next 40 years."

"Previously, the residents of Taoyuan Village were there to compete with these outsiders, but now they were gone."

"These outsiders, new and oblivious to the fact that drinking well water could clear their minds, under the control of the Blood Demon, continuously jumped into the sea or the well, allowing the Blood Demon to anchor firmly to both the sea and the well without effort, rapidly surfacing."

That’s roughly the reason!

Wang Hao took a deep breath, a variable he hadn’t considered in the previous cycle.

The original Spirit Demon could barely survive there by relying on the resistance from the people of Taoyuan Village.

But with his meddling, the Spirit Demon was completely gone, literally dead!

This turned into a completely contrary answer.

"But how do I stop the Blood Demon?"

"Could it be... I have to kill all the strange beings while sparing the original residents of Taoyuan Village?"

This... That’s impossible!

The people of Taoyuan Village were completely unreasonable and impossible to communicate with.

Wang Hao pondered deeply and then, all of a sudden, a brilliant idea flashed through his mind.

He couldn’t help snapping his fingers.

"It’s not too difficult."

"Those original residents of Taoyuan Village, all of them be damned."

"Just optimize the process a bit. Let the newcomers entering Taoyuan Village fall into the prisoner’s dilemma. Just stop them from throwing themselves into the sea."

Come on! That should do it!

[Loading "Paradise II" now, please wait.]

This time, there was no need to start over.

He loaded the saved file where he and Pan Hao were hiding in a pit after using horns to kill all the monsters outside.

It was just getting light.

Pan Hao was on the other side of the pit, looking utterly exhausted.

"Hey, hey, don’t sleep now. Let’s get out of here."

Pan Hao opened his eyes and said the exact same words as in the last cycle. "Can’t we hide a bit longer? We still have plenty of food, enough for a month! Maybe just hide a bit more?"

Wang Hao found it a bit amusing, deeply reflecting on the strong inertia of history.

Of course, it might also be that the game developers were too lazy to deal with it, attributing it to a few predictable logic statements to NPCs, then blaming it on the ethereal product of "historical inertia."

Wang Hao shook his head, a bit troubled, and said, "The monsters outside are almost all dead, there’s not much danger. But, I failed to save the world. 40 years later, this Subordinate Demon God still surfaced, bringing great destruction to humanity."

"Huh?" Pan Hao widened his eyes, taken aback for a moment, his throat emitting a sound that didn’t quite carry any meaning.

"Why did it still fail? Didn’t you say that clearing the anchors would dissipate this natural disaster?"

"Yes, I did clear some, but not completely. In the real dimension, the anchors of the Blood Demon still exist, and these anchors cannot be temporarily cleared."

"So now, we have two options."

Wang Hao extended two fingers, smiling as he spoke, "First, you die, becoming a saint extolled in history."

"Second, I die, becoming a saint extolled in history."

"How do you choose? Do you want to be remembered by history? Do you want to be extolled by future generations?"

Pan Hao’s eyelids twitched, instinctively saying, "But can’t you infinitely resurrect? Of course, it’s you..."

Wang Hao said, "Not exactly. Only through failure can I resurrect again. If I die and succeed in saving the world, then... I really die, and I can’t come back to life."

"I’m just giving you a chance to be renowned for thousands of years, seeing that you’re my collaborator. Don’t you want to be etched into history?"

Pan Hao stared at him, hesitating for a moment.

Wang Hao was not joking.

In fact, there wasn’t much to consider; he ultimately didn’t possess such lofty moral standards.

Saving the world was too remote for him.

It’s better to cling to life than to die. As for posthumous fame, once a person is dead, who cares about these things?

"But why are you telling me this... You could easily trap me without my knowledge, right?" he muttered, "Do you really have to die? Isn’t there any other option?"

Wang Hao was silent for a few seconds: "I couldn’t think of other options. This plan requires subjective initiative."

He sighed softly: "It’s very difficult for a mortal to stop a Subordinate Demon God from surfacing."

"Then let it be so, I shall become a Saint in history."

The two of them carefully approached the wall.

The situation inside the wall was exactly the same as in the previous reincarnation.

The plants inside were almost completely destroyed.

And the magnificent temple was now drafty on all sides, with corpses lying helter-skelter inside.

Various bizarre plants grew over these corpses, forming twisted Strange Objects.

Each Strange Object was valuable enough to cause havoc in the outside world.

"You, on that door, use this Blood Ginseng and inscribe two lines of text, ensuring that every stranger who comes here can see these words."

"Alright."

Pan Hao took the Blood Ginseng, crushed it thoroughly, and turned it into a blood-like red pigment.

That overwhelming Vitality, even a mere whiff brought about a drunken intoxication.

A crazy greed arose in Pan Hao’s heart, his saliva flowing endlessly.

Deep inside, a voice seemed to call out to him, urging him to eat the ginseng quickly!

Eat it!

Eat it! You can gain everlasting life!

Normally, Pan Hao might not have been able to suppress this insane greed.

But at this moment,

he felt,

a heavy historical mission derived from history.

It seemed as though countless people were behind him, watching him, prodding him.

To complete, that task.

He saw the little boy next to him, his whole body covered in a faint flowing light like a Golden Body in the temple.

"What is this, has he... become a Buddha?"

Pan Hao trembled all over, rubbed his eyes, and the light disappeared.

At the door, he carved two lines of text with a small knife.

"Those who jump into the sea, die!"

"Those who drink from the well, live!"

The fresh red paint was smeared on, causing even this ancient wooden door to be imbued with a profound sense of life.

Such an obvious sense of life would be felt by any passing monsters, and then, see these two lines of text.

They would become doubtful, they would not jump into the sea easily.

But this was not enough!

He shouldn’t let the monsters too easily obtain the well water.

The power of the "Spirit Demon" was inherently weaker than that of the Blood Demon, and was now very feeble; without the people of Paradise Village to help it, being excessively exploited by the monsters might lead to its death.

Once the Spirit Demon perished, the Blood Demon would devour it and rise quickly.

What to do?

This time, of course, was to slightly aid the Spirit Demon!

As long as it could last for 40 years, that would suffice.

Wang Hao said, "The items in the temple have a deadly attraction to us, we shouldn’t enter rashly."

"Can you figure out a way to get some well water from a distance?"

"Use your ancestral flying dagger."

"Good, I’ll try." Pan Hao aimed in the direction of the well and began to throw the dagger.

This magical dagger possessed the abilities "sure hit" and "retrieve".

He threw the dagger in a parabola, tossing it into the well.

From afar, a faint "plop" sound was heard.

Then, the dagger miraculously flew back, its ancient blade tip carrying a few drops of a mystical liquid from deep within the well.

Wang Hao quickly took a small bowl to collect these drops.

They were crystal clear like dewdrops, with a hint of a mysterious and lively essence, as if alive.

They also emitted a strange attraction.

Even just from smelling it lightly, Pan Hao felt his soul had evolved.

Wang Hao said, "This thing is a sort of Fountain of Youth, it can make your mind clearer."

"Drink too much, and you might achieve out-of-body experience, abandon your physical body, and continue to live merely with a Paperman body. How about it, isn’t it mysterious and wonderful? It’s a derivative of the Demon God’s power."

"...What do you plan to do?" Pan Hao asked.

Wang Hao smiled and explained, "Drinking this stuff will anchor you to the Spirit Demon."

"It will subtly, through this anchoring, transmit its power, influencing human consciousness."

"Humans alone can’t resist this influence through personal will."

"Do you think, if I actively anchor myself to the Spirit Demon, will it project more power? It no longer has a spokesperson in the Mortal World, I call this move ’sending charcoal in snowy weather.’"

"It will definitely seize this opportunity, won’t it?"

"But..." Pan Hao trembled as he spoke, "Didn’t you say that human will alone can’t resist this influence... You’ll go insane! Could it be that you..."

"I never said I’d resist this influence alone... isn’t there a Blood Demon here?" Wang Hao chuckled, "I’ve never pinned my hopes on my personal will."

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