Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 194 - 192: Nightmare

Chapter 194: Chapter 192: Nightmare

Luo Fusheng lingered outside the apartment complex, refraining from acting rashly, displaying extreme caution.

He was never a reckless brute; on the contrary, he was incredibly insidious.

This time, the target of his hunt was no ordinary person but a player from the Deceit World. Even if the opponent was a newbie who had just started the game, receiving ’Destiny’s Blessing’ meant they had already stepped into the realm of the extraordinary to some extent.

Not to mention that, according to the revelations from the ’Correct Guidance,’ the opponent possessed ’Hidden’ powers that could aid them in evading the pursuit of the Deceit Bureau.

When facing such prey,

being excessively careful was never too much.

Of course, Luo Fusheng felt absolutely confident about this hunt for a Deceit World player.

As one of the earliest players of the game, Luo Fusheng had already received the Evil God’s gift, undergone a transformation of flesh, and gained partial control of ’Authority’ powers, making him a truly ’Transcendent’ player.

With this sort of progress in the game, he ranked among the top elite players even in the massive player base.

Luo Fusheng didn’t believe his luck could be so bad that the hunting target he picked would happen to have received the blessing of the gods, wielding the power of Authority, and truly stepped into the realm of the transcendent elite.

"To be safe, I’ll use ’Correct Guidance’ again."

Luo Fusheng’s cautious nature kicked in once more as he activated the initial talent granted by his ’Destiny’s Blessing.’ The query was simple: "Is hunting the player in this complex the right move?"

Soon, the guidance from the unseen realms surfaced in his mind:

"Yes."

With this confirmation, Luo Fusheng dropped his last lingering doubt, observed for a while longer, and then, brimming with malice, crept toward Yang Qizhou’s residence.

...

...

The moment Luo Fusheng infiltrated the complex, Yang Qizhou, thanks to the disparity in their ’Position’ level, immediately sensed his presence.

This left Yang Qizhou quite annoyed.

Of course, what troubled Yang Qizhou wasn’t the hostility of Luo Fusheng, nor did he feel tense or vigilant. This ’Deceit Prison’ fugitive, while transforming his flesh into the ’Transcendent’ realm and capable of employing some Authority powers, was indeed a top-tier ’great player’ among the vast player group.

But in the presence of someone like him—a ’Blasphemous Sorcerer’—Luo Fusheng wasn’t even worth a second glance.

Yang Qizhou was troubled for a different reason...

The methods available to deal with Luo Fusheng were simply too many; which one should he choose?

"After all, the guy is at least a high-level player in Deceit World. It’s possible he possesses a strong ’Destiny Talent’ or a ’High Position Magic Item.’ Respect is due; I must deal a truly devastating strike."

With a mindset akin to "putting an extra nail in the coffin to prevent resurrection," Yang Qizhou took out a pendant that shimmered with a dreamlike iridescence.

This was a magic item he had obtained in his time as Guardian of the Royal City.

It radiated an eerie, faint glow.

...

...

Using mysticism-based powers, Luo Fusheng infiltrated the complex smoothly and arrived at Yang Qizhou’s apartment unit.

But at that exact moment, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness...

What just happened?

As a Deceit World player, he was deeply vigilant against any anomalous phenomena, instantly activating Correct Guidance. The verdict: no anomalies had occurred to him.

"Looks like it was a false alarm. Sometimes I’m just being overly paranoid."

With this thought in mind, Luo Fusheng again used his mystical powers to swiftly unlock the unit door, arriving at the front of Yang Qizhou’s rental unit.

Luo Fusheng retrieved a ’Piercing Sword,’ a tool from Deceit World. Despite being only quasi-excellent in grade, it boasted immense lethality, stained with the blood of numerous Divine Envoys.

He then activated his own ’Transcendent’ powers—abilities derived from the symbol of ’War,’ which elevated his combat skills to an extraordinary level. Yet, the cost was an insatiable craving for bloodshed and slaughter.

Still, this wasn’t enough.

For caution’s sake, Luo Fusheng called forth numerous mystical powers, including masking his presence, sharpening his visual perception, and attaching curses to his attacks, among others.

Fully prepared, Luo Fusheng knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

A voice soon came from within.

Luo Fusheng replied, "Gas company, here to inspect the meter."

"Alright, hold on a moment."

Upon hearing the door lock clicking open, Luo Fusheng smirked with satisfaction, thinking, "Everything’s in place." As soon as the security door opened, he executed a swift and precise lunge with the Piercing Sword straight into the opponent’s heart. To prevent errors, he had even corrected his strike’s trajectory beforehand using his Correct Guidance ability, locking onto the precise position to strike.

Soon, the ’target’ collapsed to the ground, his expression filled with confusion, disbelief, and fear.

"You’re a Deceit World player, yet when someone knocks, you open the door without caution? With that kind of mindset, you were bound to die sooner or later. Me killing you is almost a mercy—don’t thank me."

When a player is killed, a selection screen pops up before the hunter, allowing them to pick three items from the victim’s ’Magic Items,’ ’Old Sacrifices,’ or ’Materials’ as trophies.

Based on Correct Guidance’s prompt, Luo Fusheng quickly located the ’Hidden’ power.

"Dream Hidden World Clothes—a legendary ancient object?"

"Hahahaha, this is perfect. With this kind of power, I can operate freely and without restraint, and those bastards at the Deceit Bureau won’t be able to touch me."

"I will be their most terrifying nightmare."

Luo Fusheng departed in high spirits and, that very night, launched an assault against a Deceit Bureau substation. Leveraging the power of the Dream Hidden World Clothes, he slaughtered every member inside, reaping an unimaginable bounty of Old Sacrifices and Magic Items.

After finding a secluded location to settle and checking through the spoils, Luo Fusheng finally prepared to sleep. But suddenly, he heard whispers full of resentment: "Why did you take my clothes? Return them to me... return them..."

"Who’s there?"

Luo Fusheng looked over and saw a young figure wearing a baggy sportswear set. But that wasn’t the most striking detail—the piercing sword lodged in his chest from which blood still gushed out stole all attention.

"It’s you, trying to act like a ghost? If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

Unafraid, Luo Fusheng relied on his Transcendent combat skills, executing flawless moves to seize the piercing sword from the young man’s chest and then swiftly swung, decapitating him.

Suddenly, the scenery in Luo Fusheng’s eyes spun rapidly, and then he saw the ground rushing toward him.

The severed head on the ground—

turned out to be his own.

"No..."

Accompanied by a scream, Luo Fusheng awoke from the nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.

He took deep breaths, panting heavily. "So it was just a dream... Strange, why would I have such a dream?"

Luo Fusheng didn’t overthink it,

and went back to sleep.

The next day, after following Deceit World’s storyline, he once again attacked a Deceit Bureau substation, reaping yet another fruitful haul, returning home fully content.

That night, he dreamed again of the ’young man,’ bloodied, demanding his clothes back.

Luo Fusheng dismissed it as just another dream, paying no attention. But the following morning, upon waking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he noticed that the Piercing Sword had somehow ended up there, cutting into his skin.

"That wasn’t a dream?"

"The player I killed is truly demanding vengeance for his life."

By the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth day...

The player appeared with increasing frequency, eventually not even requiring dreams. On bright days while walking, Luo Fusheng saw him standing by the street waving. This drove Luo Fusheng closer to madness; to rid himself of the curse, he abandoned the Dream Hidden World Clothes and voluntarily surrendered to the Deceit Bureau, seeking refuge in the Deceit Prison.

To his surprise,

this strategy worked. That night, Luo Fusheng slept well for the first time, waking refreshed.

"Prisoner Number 127, here’s your meal."

The guard came to deliver the meal, and Luo Fusheng picked it up without much thought. However, he realized the guard hadn’t let go, so he turned to look—and laid eyes on a face he would never forget.

"Found you. Return my clothes. Return my life."

"Ah!"

That very night, Luo Fusheng died a grisly death. Every inch of his flesh and blood was meticulously carved up, the ground saturated with blood. His corpse was shattered beyond recognition.

"No..."

Luo Fusheng opened his eyes to find himself in a hospital bed.

Soon, his fellow patients informed him of what had transpired. As it turned out, Luo Fusheng had developed a rare condition inducing hallucinations, and now the neurological specialist Doctor Yang was consulting on his case.

"So everything I saw before was just hallucinations?" Luo Fusheng, recalling his prior horrific experiences, felt doubt creeping in.

Soon, it was time for rounds.

Doctor Yang entered the ward along with dozens of white-clad nurses and doctors, attending to each patient in turn. When it came to Luo Fusheng, he was meticulous, but because his head was bowed, Luo Fusheng couldn’t clearly see his face.

"Doctor, were those things I saw really just hallucinations?"

"Of course."

"Doctor Yang, can my condition be cured?"

"Rest assured. I’m the most authoritative neurological expert—you will be cured."

Relieved, Luo Fusheng thought of something suddenly. "Doctor Yang, I feel I’ve seen you somewhere before. Can I have a look at your face?"

"Certainly."

Doctor Yang tilted his head up, revealing an eerie, horrifying, grotesque smile, saying, "Return my clothes."

Then, all the doctors, nurses, and even fellow patients raised their heads—each bearing the same face. In unison, they spoke: "Return my clothes."

At this moment,

Luo Fusheng was utterly drowned in unimaginable fear. And this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

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