Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 110 - 108: Truth Hall Fragment No. 1

Chapter 110: Chapter 108: Truth Hall Fragment No. 1

Nice, just as expected, Yang Qizhou curled his lips into a grin.

With the experience from the last destiny thread, the same storyline would lead the game character to choose different actions. It had happened before,

but those instances were ultimately rare.

Yang Qizhou couldn’t be sure if the ’game character’ would repeat the choices from the previous destiny thread or make entirely new decisions.

Now, he could finally set his mind at ease.

The game character had not ransacked ’Asgard,’ nor had they confronted the unknown terror tied to the ’Star Color Ancient God.’ Instead, they decided to head for the North Realm Abyss, attempting to evade the covert gazes in the shadows.

What a clever choice. Yang Qizhou’s grin nearly reached the back of his ears,

but as he read the refreshed text on the screen,

his expression tensed up again.

"That ’Traveling Poet’... can actually see through the ’game character’ hidden under the effects of the ’Hidden God’s Clothes’?"

"Even the High Position Abyss Old God, who was suppressed at the bottom of the Heavenly Spring, or the terrifying entity that replaced the ’Star Color Ancient God,’ couldn’t discern the effects of the ’Hidden God’s Clothes.’"

"This is a being even more terrifying than a High-Position deity..."

"I wonder what storyline this will trigger."

"Good or bad."

There weren’t any options available for now, and as the player, Yang Qizhou couldn’t interfere much. All he could do was refresh the text and see how the storyline would continue to unfold.

Keep going,

hopefully, the ’game character’ won’t die too gruesomely.

...

...

"Someone actually managed to see through the effects of the ’Hidden God’s Clothes?’ You halted in your tracks, feeling a chill spread over your scalp, goosebumps rising across your body. With a stiff face, you nervously asked the Traveling Poet,"

"Uh, hello, do you... need something?"

"The Traveling Poet responded, saying he had recently come across a remarkable story that he wished to spread across the Ancient Land, and wondered if you would like to be the first listener."

"Oh, just a ’story,’ huh? Doesn’t sound like a big deal... yeah, right."

"Having spent some time in the ’Ancient Land,’ you know all too well that the more ordinary something seems, the more horrifying its hidden truth likely is."

"The ’Traveling Poet’ before you wore a checkered suit, exuding politeness as he held a staff in his hand, resembling an ordinary human noble. But someone who can walk through the unknown and mysterious wilderness and see past the effects of the ’Hidden God’s Clothes’—could this possibly be an ordinary human?"

"I’m sorry, sir, but I have something urgent to attend to. Perhaps I’ll have the opportunity to hear your epic another time. Goodbye..."

"You bid farewell, turning to flee."

"You died."

???

Well, damn. Refusing to hear your epic gets me killed? That’s a bit much, don’t you think.

Yang Qizhou muttered inwardly, though he could tell that this death felt like one of those ’plot kills.’ Given the cosmic horror vibe of the game, this was likely a pivotal turning point in the storyline.

Keep going,

and see what kind of epic the ’Traveling Poet’ wants to recite.

With a tap of his finger on the screen,

the text quickly refreshed.

"As an explorer erased by an exalted being for being disrespectful, your soul instinctively found its way to the River of Death, even with your eyes closed. There, you saw its gray waters surging violently,"

"You felt the gaze of an unknown presence within the river,"

"Murmurs echoed by your ears. It said... ’Fate... has it returned?’"

"What a broken record, you scoffed internally."

"The previous choice node has been overwritten, rendering the use of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ impossible. Only the flickering Blessing Fire of destiny remains."

"The ending of your death was rewritten,"

"And in the unknown and mysterious wilderness, you opened your eyes once again." freёwebnoѵel.com

"You were face-to-face with that Traveling Poet again,"

"Given the prior unpleasantness, you braced yourself for another death, only to be caught off guard by what happened next."

"The ’Traveling Poet’ acted as though he didn’t recognize you. In an overly enthusiastic tone, he claimed to have just discovered a wonderful story he hoped to spread across the Ancient Land, and asked whether you’d like to be the first listener."

"Was this even up for debate?"

"You knew all too well how terrifying this ’Traveling Poet’ was. You understood that refusing to listen would only result in death—an unknown, inexplicable death at that."

"Even with the blessing of destiny’s power rewriting your fate, you still chose to hear the story."

"After all, when given the option to live, who would knowingly choose death?"

"The ’Traveling Poet’ appeared utterly unbothered, seemingly convinced that you had voluntarily chosen to embrace his artistic genius as an appreciator of his talent. He smiled warmly at you."

"Then, the ’Traveling Poet’ began his tale..."

"The Bright Outpost, ah, it was the eternal wall, an unyielding force opposing the evil spreading from the Abyss,"

"Blessed by the gods, the land found peace in their protection."

"Eons passed,"

"Those were times to remember fondly."

"But then, catastrophe struck. The malevolent force that once plunged the earth into endless darkness during ancient epochs rose again."

"The Bright Outpost fell, forsaken by the gods."

"The banished warriors,"

"Plunged into infinite darkness, unable to escape."

"Until the emergence of the ’Man of Destiny.’"

"The Goddess shall aid him in slaying the ’Wings of Greed.’"

"He will wield the ’Sky Blue Spear,’ becoming a fearless hero."

"He will shatter the calamity, allowing light to once again shine upon the tormented Outpost."

"Ah, what a beautiful epic."

"Everyone shall meet a happy ending..."

"What a remarkable story."

"The epic ended as the ’Traveling Poet’ wrapped up his tale, falling into self-indulgent reverie, seemingly basking in praise for such a majestic story."

"You offered enthusiastic applause, though inwardly, you were revolted. Thinking sarcastically to yourself, ’This sort of clichéd fantasy story? I can’t even count how many times I’ve read something similar in my old world. If not for your terrifying power, I’d rewrite the whole thing.’"

"Transforming the fearless hero into the new Demon King, dragging the Outpost back into darkness forever—now that would’ve been a twist!"

"As your thoughts wandered and your applause grew insincere, the ’Traveling Poet’s’ voice suddenly rang out in shock... You neither exploded nor died, nor even cried in agonizing despair. You comprehended my story!"

"This epic is so unbearably clichéd, so trashy, and so straightforward—what could possibly be difficult to understand?"

"Your internal contempt deepened, though outwardly, you dared not voice such thoughts, offering instead a sincere-sounding commendation... ’How could I not understand? Your epic was so grand, so stirring, as though a vivid panorama unfolded before my eyes, utterly mesmerizing.’"

"This load of flattery had to work, didn’t it? But, ’tch,’ you chastised yourself. As a ’Wizard,’ how could you demean yourself like this?"

"You felt a bit off. ’Neither exploded,’ ’nor died,’ ’nor cried in agonizing despair’? What did that mean?"

"You voiced your question aloud."

"The ’Traveling Poet’ lifted his hand, pulling back a curtain-like veil, and what was revealed beneath the surface made you gasp audibly."

"What lay before your eyes was a land littered with corpses—dragons, Giant Gods, giants, Elves, bizarre entities, Ancient Dominators, and... gods."

"Could it be?"

"Horrified, your face turned pale as a terrifying realization crept over you."

"And the words that followed from the ’Traveling Poet’ confirmed your suspicions... Oh, I almost forgot! I’ve told this story to many before, but they all exploded. Even the Ancient God known as ’Moonlight’ only barely managed to finish hearing the entire epic. Yet afterward, they claimed that the words from my mouth were nothing more than incomprehensibly insane, twisted, sharp, horrifying ravings—and then they went mad."

"You gasped sharply, making a stellar contribution to global warming."

"Mystery solved. Mystery solved. So, the mysterious disappearance and suspected demise of the ’Moonlight Ancient God’ was caused by listening to this Traveling Poet’s tale."

"The Forest Hundred Clans really have it rough."

"Then, you turned your thoughts to another concerning question."

"If gods, Ancient Dominators, fantastic beings, hidden entities, dragons, and Giant Gods either exploded or went insane after hearing the ’epic,’ why was I left unscathed?"

"Just as confusion filled your mind, the ’Traveling Poet’s’ voice came again."

"He said... ’Since you comprehended my recitation of the epic, you must be the one I’ve been waiting for. My mission is complete.’"

"From the Traveling Poet’s body, an indescribable, indistinct color began to spread,"

"He started to fade,"

"He became transparent."

"Finally, he disappeared entirely, leaving behind only a severely fragmented stele."

"This is..."

"You recognized the stele instantly. Overcome with excitement, your trembling hands picked it up."

"You obtained the No.1 Truth Hall Fragment."

...

...

Holy crap. Holy crap.

At first, it seemed as though the game character had encountered a terrifying entity, and the plot was destined to take a dreadful turn. Who would have thought it would lead to such an incredible twist instead?

That ’Traveling Poet’ turned out to be the Activated form of the No.1 Truth Hall Fragment. They only stopped the game character to hand themselves over.

Thinking about his earlier suspicions toward the Poet, Yang Qizhou scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Let’s analyze this. The reason the game character wasn’t ’killed’ by the Traveling Poet must boil down to a few possibilities..."

"First, the game character had already assimilated the ’Ancient Roots,’ and in a certain sense, has already become a ’Wizard.’ Given that the Truth Hall originates from wizards, its powers wouldn’t harm them."

"Second, perhaps it’s connected to the No.17 Truth Hall."

"All twenty-four Truth Halls belong to the highest Truth Institution, drawing power from the same source. This might explain why the game character could comprehend the Traveling Poet’s words."

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