Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 193 - 191: Scavenging Gate City Again

Chapter 193: Chapter 191: Scavenging Gate City Again

After dropping Ding Xiaolan off at home and chatting briefly with Sister Xin, Yang Qizhou finally returned to his rental apartment.

He thought for a moment, then sent the skinny man’s photo to the ’Secret Cultivator,’ casually adding, "I’d like to know detailed information about this person."

Soon, the ’Secret Cultivator’ replied,

"Honorable Lamp Holder, 5000 Old Sacrifices, and I guarantee I’ll dig up every detail about this person."

Old Sacrifices?

Yang Qizhou immediately understood. The ’Secret Cultivator’ was still holding a grudge over the last incident involving the recitation of the full title of the ’God of Victory.’

"To be honest, I’m actually quite interested in the Land of Prayer Light dungeon, and I was thinking of joining you guys for a raid. But seeing how distant you’re being with me, forget it then."

Soon, the ’Secret Cultivator’ messaged back, her attitude shifting a full 180 degrees, "Wait, wait, Honorable Lamp Holder! I’ll take care of this personally. Maximum half an hour, and you’ll have every detail about this person."

"I’ll look forward to your good news then."

Yang Qizhou casually replied before heading off to boil water for instant noodles.

Elsewhere.

"We’re not particularly close, so keeping some distance is necessary after all."

The Secret Cultivator pursed her lips, a hint of disdain flickering on her fair face. Having dealt with him for a few days, she had come to understand the ’Lamp Holder’s’ nature somewhat—his shamelessness was practically bulletproof.

But the Land of Prayer Light tied into a very important main storyline for her.

And the ’Lamp Holder’ was undeniably a powerful high-level player, even assisting the ’Deceit Bureau’ during the Diamond Building incident by sealing away a still-incubating Abyss Old God. With his help, the success rate would undoubtedly rise significantly.

Conditions like these were hard for her not to consider seriously.

"Boss, do we really have to help the ’Lamp Holder’? That guy is despicable, shameless, and downright revolting." The one speaking was Rabbit, clearly still holding a grudge over the previous recitation of the full title of the ’God of Victory.’

The Secret Cultivator replied, "We might not like the ’Lamp Holder,’ but we can’t ignore the benefits of keeping him on good terms."

Rabbit puffed her cheeks in resignation. "Fine, you’re the boss. I’ll listen to you."

After soothing her subordinate’s mood, the ’Secret Cultivator’ picked up her phone and quickly arranged things. It turned out her estimated time was far too conservative; it didn’t even take half an hour—around sixteen or seventeen minutes later, every detail about ’Luo Fusheng’ was compiled.

"Why does the ’Lamp Holder’ want information about this person?"

Although curiosity brewed in her mind, as a smart woman, she had no intention of prying into the ’Lamp Holder’s’ reasons. She simply forwarded the information along with a note: ’Don’t forget about our agreement.’

Elsewhere.

Receiving the information, Yang Qizhou casually replied with a "Got it," thinking to himself that he certainly wouldn’t forget.

According to the ’Circle of Friendliness’ revelation, one of the Seven Divine Sacrificial Items of the King of Virtue, the [Emblem of Justice], was located in the Land of Prayer Light. Even if he didn’t team up with the ’Secret Cultivator,’ his game character would eventually have to go there anyway.

Yang Qizhou then opened the information sent by the ’Secret Cultivator.’

Name: Luo Fusheng

Age: 35.

Height: 191 cm.

Weight: 60 kg.

Profile: One of the top players in [Deceit World], possessing the Blessing of Destiny [Correct Guidance]. In the past, to offset the negative effects of an ancient object, he orchestrated a widespread bleeding event. The South Tower gas explosion incident is believed to be linked to him. According to the ’Deceit Bureau,’ he is classified as an extremely dangerous player. About a month and a half ago, he was arrested and imprisoned in Deceit Prison. However, just yesterday, he escaped under unknown circumstances.

There was much more detailed information following this, including Luo Fusheng’s family background and interpersonal relationships, but Yang Qizhou wasn’t interested. He skimmed through it quickly and moved on.

He fell into thought,

"Speaking of that ’Wang Chuan,’ didn’t he also escape from ’Deceit Prison’? As a facility that holds some of the most dangerous players, isn’t its security a bit too lax? Any random cat or dog can just walk out of there, huh."

Despite his complaints, Yang Qizhou knew full well that this ’Luo Fusheng’ was far from a random cat or dog. As a high-level player who had stepped into the Transcendent realm, Luo had already undergone a complete metamorphosis and was undoubtedly among the top tier of players in [Deceit World].

Of course,

In front of Yang Qizhou, he was just another "random cat or dog," or rather, all players in [Deceit World] were nothing more than "random cats and dogs" before him.

As for why he requested information on Luo Fusheng from the ’Secret Cultivator,’ it was, of course, to track him down...

Though Yang Qizhou didn’t see himself as a bad person, he definitely wasn’t a magnanimous good guy either. Luo Fusheng secretly tailing him was clearly for some unspeakable purpose. If he didn’t find him and properly settle this matter, it would indeed gnaw at his mind.

"Wonder if the ’Deceit Bureau’ members managed to capture him. If they did, I might ask ’Zhou Xu’ sometime to see if I can visit ’Deceit Prison’ and have a long chat with him about life."

"Zhou Xu seems to hold a pretty high position in the ’Deceit Bureau.’ He should have the authority for that, right?"

Time passed, and before he knew it, it was already six or seven in the evening.

July’s sunlight was relentless—it still hadn’t shown any signs of setting, illuminating the world in a radiant glow.

There were still five or six hours left before the number of [save and load] uses for the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ would refresh. But Yang Qizhou didn’t plan on waiting any longer, seeing as there seemed to be no immediate need to save this precious opportunity for dire scenarios. Instead, he decided to use this time to tackle some storyline content.

He took out his phone and smoothly launched the [Deceit World] game.

Let’s get started.

"You’ve returned to the peak of the Wisdom God’s Holy Image."

"You glance downward and notice that the commotion below has subsided. The ’Polluted Gatekeepers,’ who were drawn by the pillar of light, have returned to their original positions, resuming their dormant state."

"Does this mean ’Kandar’ has already been beaten to death?"

"This guess leaves you deeply heartbroken."

"Initially, you planned to use the Time-Space Gate to return to the Truth Hall directly, but gazing down at Gate City—which, though contaminated by the forces of dirt and uncleanness, was still brimming with prosperity—a bold idea suddenly sparked in your mind."

"The Hidden God’s Clothes had recently ascended to Dream Hidden World Clothes, becoming a Legendary ancient object with even greater power than before."

"If that’s the case,"

"Why not use this power to thoroughly loot Gate City and replenish your dwindling supply of Old Sacrifices?"

"You find the idea highly feasible and eagerly activate the effects of Dream Hidden World Clothes."

"You’ve entered ’Hidden’ mode,"

"The ’Wizard’ aura of your presence is concealed."

"Scaling down from the peak of the Holy Image seems too tedious to you, and you figure simply jumping down would be quicker—it’ll save time too."

"You leap from the peak of the Wisdom God’s Holy Image."

"Due to the ’Star Spirit’ authority, your body possesses tremendous resilience. Though you fall from a height of over a thousand meters, you sustain no injuries. Moreover, in your ’Hidden’ state, you’re not noticed by the ’Polluted Gatekeepers,’ who only hear a faint sound of impact but see nothing."

"You begin moving swiftly,"

"Having already learned the Wisdom God’s whereabouts, there’s no need to explore past truths. This time, your objectives are clear: Old Sacrifices, miraculous items, ancient objects, mysterious materials, and more."

"You enter a residence and find 1328 Old Sacrifices inside."

"You are afflicted by the aura of ’Unclean.’ You grow weaker, succumbing to nausea and illness."

"You enter another private home and retrieve 981 Old Sacrifices and a pair of polluted gemstone gloves." freēwēbnovel.com

"The ’Unclean’ aura around you intensifies. You grow even weaker and are overtaken by states of ’Pain,’ ’Weakness,’ ’Illness,’ and ’Vomiting.’"

"You enter a grand church and retrieve 2101 Old Sacrifices from the Prayer Box within."

"Your life is entirely consumed by the forces of ’Unclean.’"

"You have died."

The results weren’t all that impressive, huh?

Yang Qizhou was somewhat dissatisfied. Compared to his previous gains, the income of over 4000 Old Sacrifices might’ve seemed reasonable, but it paled in comparison to the haul of four or five times that amount from his recent raid of Anreian’s Universal Treasury. The measly four-digit number left him disappointed.

The game continued.

"Like strolling through your own backyard, you once again found yourself along the edge of the River of Death. The Hidden Wizard King Itas remained silent, her status within the river still an enigma."

"You deftly completed the steps and used the [Destiny Fire Bottle] to rewrite the outcome of your original death."

"You opened your eyes once more within the sacrificial altar of Gate City."

"Despite an income of over 4000 Old Sacrifices, you were still disgruntled. Glancing at the wandering ’Polluted Gatekeepers’ in the streets, a bold idea suddenly formed in your mind,"

"Utilizing the Gathering Fortune authority to harvest all the Polluted Gatekeepers’ luck, then employing the Miracles authority to raise your own fortune to its peak—in the grand surge of fortune, surely your upcoming loot would be noteworthy."

"You eagerly prepared to invoke the God of Victory’s authority..."

Yang Qizhou didn’t continue scrolling through the text. He squinted and stood up from the couch.

"Someone’s actually come knocking. Interesting, oh so interesting. Luo Fusheng, let’s have some fun then."

Outside his apartment complex, a lanky middle-aged man, standing over 190 cm tall and skinny as a stick, wandered near the lawn, gazing up at a particular floor with a deep, unsettling stare.

The stench of dog sweat on him, however, thoroughly ruined the atmosphere.