Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 135 - 133: The Shock Brought by the Sale of Destiny Fire Bottles

Chapter 135: Chapter 133: The Shock Brought by the Sale of Destiny Fire Bottles

Before going to bed, you relieve yourself. It’s been an unspoken rule for ages—those who know, know.

After stepping out of the bathroom, Yang Qizhou stretched lazily, planning to crawl into bed. But before lying down, he habitually opened the [Deceit World] app again at random.

And then, he froze.

The ’Destiny Exchange’ was empty. Where were the items he had just listed?

"Wait a second..."

Yang Qizhou suddenly recalled something and hurriedly opened his items tab. Old Sacrifice Count: 8060.

He checked his messages again.

Your [Dark Mask] has been sold successfully.

Your [Deep Sea Demon Whale’s Blood] has been sold successfully.

Your [Destiny Fire Bottle] has been sold successfully.

"What the hell, sold for too cheap." Yang Qizhou was full of regret—earlier, he had been worried that setting a high price would scare away buyers. But judging from this, it seemed he’d underpriced them significantly.

Oh well.

Most of it was freebies anyway. What’s done is done. Time for sleep—tomorrow, I’ll grind the ’Destiny Store’ for more.

As he flopped onto the bed, Yang Qizhou had no idea that his extravagant sales had sent shockwaves through the [Deceit World] player community.

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...

Time rewinds three minutes earlier, in the Capital City, within a highly classified institution.

A solitary desk lamp illuminated the dim office. Moonlight spilled faintly into the room. Zhou Xu sat at his desk, massaging his temples while poring over recent investigations into the [Hermit Association]. Ever since the ’Diamond Building Incident,’ the [Deceit Bureau] had been relentlessly pursuing this hidden organization, and he was the lead investigator for the case.

But progress was disappointingly scarce.

A heavy sigh escaped him.

Zhou Xu placed the report he’d been holding back onto the table and absentmindedly opened [Deceit World]. Of course, he’d already used up all his revival attempts for the day an hour ago, so this was purely muscle memory.

"Wonder if anything good is in the ’Destiny Exchange’ today? Ha, unlikely. Most players’ progress in the game is still mediocre. Even basic items are seen as treasures. Who’d actually list something valuable for sale..."

Before he could finish muttering, Zhou Xu’s words choked in his throat.

[Dark Mask]

[Deep Sea Demon Whale’s Blood]

[Destiny Fire Bottle]

[False Road Marker]

No, my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me, right?

Zhou Xu blinked in disbelief. Before long, he noticed that out of 18 [Destiny Fire Bottles], 5 had already been snapped up in the blink of an eye...

"This is real?" Zhou Xu had no time to consider anything else. A quick glance at his remaining resources showed he had 320 Old Sacrifices left. Each [Destiny Fire Bottle] was priced at only 50 sacrifices, so he immediately purchased four.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend all his resources—his fingers simply weren’t fast enough. In a matter of seconds, the listed items had been completely bought out.

It was essentially a flash sale.

Once the buying frenzy subsided, Zhou Xu finally regained his composure and began analyzing the whole situation.

"Previously, while the ’Destiny Exchange’ had sporadic item listings, this scale—thousands of sacrifices in transactions—is unprecedented."

"Who could this superplayer be?"

An image surfaced unbidden in Zhou Xu’s mind: someone wearing a white mask, swallowed by darkness, holding a lamp. The only S-ranked player not officially recorded in the [Deceit Bureau]’s database, codenamed: the ’Lamp Holder.’

Zhou Xu wasn’t convinced these items came from the ’Lamp Holder.’ But as far as he knew, this level of impactful play probably only existed within that individual’s capabilities.

"Something doesn’t add up."

"The [Dark Mask] and [Deep Sea Demon Whale’s Blood] appearing on the ’Destiny Exchange’ is understandable. For high-tier players, such items might as well be leftovers, worth trading off for some Old Sacrifices."

"But listing [Destiny Fire Bottles]? And for only 50 Old Sacrifices?"

"That’s half their normal price. A complete loss."

Fingers drumming against the desk, Zhou Xu’s gaze clouded with confusion. According to the [Deceit Bureau]’s compiled Hidden Information, the only known way to obtain [Destiny Fire Bottles] was through the ’Destiny Store,’ where each cost 100 Old Sacrifices.

And therein lies the mystery:

The seller had acquired [Destiny Fire Bottles], didn’t use them, and instead resold them at half price? Nobody would be that foolish to incur such a loss.

"Only two possibilities come to mind," Zhou Xu murmured.

"First... this person achieved an exceptionally rare ’Destiny Achievement,’ which grants significant discounts at the ’Destiny Store,’ allowing them to profit by reselling."

"Second... they discovered a method to obtain [Destiny Fire Bottles] completely outside of the ’Destiny Store.’"

"Between the two, the likelihood of the first option is much higher."

Zhou Xu’s expression turned grave as he thought about a critical issue.

Most players’ progress in the game was painstakingly slow, often stuck in [Newbie Village], largely because the death rate in [Deceit World] was ridiculously high. With only three daily revival chances and prohibitive costs for [Destiny Fire Bottles], advancing efficiently was nearly impossible.

But if 18 [Destiny Fire Bottles] became available in a single day, it wouldn’t create much impact on the broader system.

Now imagine if this happened every day. Ten, twenty, or more [Destiny Fire Bottles] listed on the ’Destiny Exchange’ would massively accelerate the progress of advanced players who had unlocked the marketplace and could afford them.

Shaking his head, Zhou Xu chuckled darkly.

"Nope. It’s definitely sleep deprivation warping my thoughts. The very idea of anyone having an ability to constantly discount the ’Destiny Store’ is absurd. There must be insane conditions attached, making such mass reselling impossible."

Should I report this to HQ?

After a moment of contemplation, Zhou Xu picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number.

Soon, a woman’s voice came through.

"What is it?"

The Director’s overwhelming aura was as oppressive as ever. Zhou Xu tensed as he quickly summarized the situation.

The response came just as swiftly: "Got it. I’ll assign personnel to closely monitor the ’Destiny Exchange.’ By the way, the [Hermit Association] is planning something big soon. Make sure your team is prepared."

"Understood, Director!"

After hanging up, Zhou Xu took several deep breaths to calm his nerves.

The Director was still as enigmatic as ever. She had single-handedly founded the [Deceit Bureau] when [Deceit World] first manifested in reality.

No one knew her true identity, origin, or even her face. She remained a silhouette behind the scenes—her gender discernible only by voice and vague contours.

Sighing once more, Zhou Xu thought to himself.

"First, the elusive Director. Then, the ’Lamp Holder.’ Now, there’s this mysterious superplayer selling [Destiny Fire Bottles].

The [Hermit Association] is also gearing up for something major. God knows what kind of horrific scheme they’re plotting."

"This world is becoming more and more unfathomable."

"And who knows how long this fragile peace can last."

"Let’s just hope it’s not too brief."

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...

Meanwhile, in another room steeped in mysticism.

"Scored seven [Destiny Fire Bottles]. Not bad. This should be enough to push my current story arc forward another step." The Death Cult Leader adjusted his glasses. Though the words "not bad" escaped his lips, his expression was heavy.

Like Zhou Xu, he pondered the same thing: who was this [Destiny Fire Bottle] seller?

"I used to think I was among the strongest [Deceit World] players. But now it’s clear I’m not..."

"The ’Lamp Holder’?"

"The [Deceit Bureau] Director?"

"That mysterious player tied to ’Asgard’?"

"And now, a new force with the guts to list [Destiny Fire Bottles] on the ’Destiny Exchange’?"

He muttered to himself while a sense of urgency grew in his chest.

The world was undergoing unprecedented transformations. To him, the mere emergence of [Deceit World] signaled only the beginning. Greater upheavals awaited on the horizon. If he couldn’t step up and dominate as the strongest player, he risked being obliterated by the tide of change.

"No need to rush. No need to rush."

"It’s almost time."

"As long as I succeed in replacing the ’Deceiving Apostle’ and claiming its powers, neither the ’Lamp Holder,’ the [Deceit Bureau] Director, nor that enigmatic ’Asgard’ player—or even this new seller—will pose a threat."

"One step at a time. First, I must clear this current story arc and secure greater favor from the ’Deceiving Apostle.’

"That’s the priority right now..."

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...

In the Capital City, elsewhere.

Also stunned was the [Hermit Association] operative who had manipulated ’Wang Chuan’ and almost caused the [Abyss Old God] to manifest in the real world during the Diamond Building incident. Still wearing his grotesque mask that concealed his face, his wide, astonished eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.

"I didn’t manage to grab a single [Destiny Fire Bottle]. What a waste."

"Still, who is this vendor? To list such ’Quasi-Excellent’ items for sale clearly implies they possess ’Epic-grade’ artifacts or better in abundance."

"The Lamp Holder..."

"Players who can dictate ’order...’"

"And now, one who lists [Destiny Fire Bottles]."

"If we don’t expedite the descent of the [Ancient Gods] onto this world, not only will the [Hermit Association]’s ambitions be crushed, but our position will grow ever tenuous."

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At the [Knowledge Boundary], within the Secret Cultivation Society, numerous advanced players who noticed [Destiny Fire Bottles] on the ’Destiny Exchange’ were similarly floored, speculating about the mysterious seller’s identity.

However, one thing was universally agreed upon:

This sort of low-priced fire sale for ’Destiny Fire Bottles’ was probably a one-off occurrence...

At that moment, Yang Qizhou remained blissfully unaware of the shockwaves his actions had sent rippling through the [Deceit World] player base.

It was only at 10 a.m. the next morning, as sunlight streamed warmly into his room, that he finally woke up.