Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 219 - 217: Demon King Puppet, The Aloof ’Nothingness

Chapter 219: Chapter 217: Demon King Puppet, The Aloof ’Nothingness

Very quickly, Yang Qizhou digested the information in his mind. He now had a fairly deep understanding of the divine authorities possessed by the "Iron Blood God" and the "Demon Monarch."

The power of the "Iron Blood God" mainly focused on direct combat and team-wide buffs. Among them, the authority of "Iron Blood’s Wrath" could convert the wielder’s anger into Iron Blood Power, greatly enhancing their combat strength in a short period. The "War Spear" authority was also immensely powerful, allowing the "Iron Blood God" to instantly master any and all types of weaponry. Moreover, this authority could infuse weapons with Iron Blood Power, causing them to evolve into "divine artifacts." As for "Heroic Invincible," it was a core ability of the Iron Blood deity. As long as the fighting spirit remained, the Iron Blood Ancient God’s power of iron and blood would never run dry.

In comparison to the "Iron Blood God," the areas of expertise of the "Demon Monarch" were far more chaotic and disordered. First was the authority of "Abyss Power," which could corrupt the minds of individuals, subtly leading them toward chaos and evil without their awareness. Then there was the authority of "Evil Heart," a dominion-type power that could summon minor demons or subjugate all dark creatures beneath the Demon Monarch’s rank. Lastly came "Evil Power Control," which—true to its name—allowed the manipulation of the abyssal evil power to corrupt life and transform fertile ground into desert wastelands.

"The powers emphasized by the ’Iron Blood God’ and the ’Demon Monarch’ perfectly compensate for my shortcomings in direct combat," Yang Qizhou thought, feeling quite pleased as he finished assimilating the information.

But that wasn’t all,

At that moment, a faint, ethereal sound of prayer suddenly echoed near his ears. Yang Qizhou knew this phenomenon all too well—it signified that a follower was reciting the full honorific name of their worshipped deity, triggering a divine vision.

However, what surprised Yang Qizhou was... the full honorific names being prayed to weren’t those of the "God of Victory," but rather those of the "Iron Blood God" and the "Demon Monarch."

"Could it be?"

A bold thought emerged in Yang Qizhou’s mind. Eagerly, he sank his consciousness into his sea of knowledge.

The scenery of reality rapidly faded away before his eyes, and gray-white fog began swirling into view. Compared to before, the fog had expanded substantially—nearly growing into a small mountain.

Yang Qizhou first raised his hand to touch one of the gray-white swirls emitting ethereal prayer sounds. The scenery before him shifted, and Yang Qizhou witnessed a dilapidated temple where a dozen or so men and women, varying in age, were conducting a demonic ritual. Their prayers were directed at none other than the newly fallen "Demon Monarch."

Barely suppressing his excitement, Yang Qizhou reached out to another gray-white swirl emitting prayer sounds.

This time, he encountered an expansive temple. Around forty or fifty individuals clad in crimson armor, armed with long spears and exuding auras of bloodlust, gazed solemnly at a statue resembling a war god, offering praise and worship. That statue’s image was identical to that of the "Iron Blood God."

The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...

After checking over ten swirls of gray-white fog, Yang Qizhou finally confirmed a fact.

"Not only did I shepherd both the ’Iron Blood God’ and the ’Demon Monarch,’ but due to the common origin of their authorities, I’ve also inherited their followers. What an unexpected delight!"

"And speaking of the ’Iron Blood God,’ their follower count far exceeds my expectations. Not limited to just ’Asgard,’ there are also dozens of small towns and hundreds of villages with a collective population reaching the hundreds of thousands. The Old Sacrifices they provide are considerable. The ’Demon Monarch’ also has a sizable number of followers—not only in the form of demon tribes scattered across the Endless Abyss but also numerous lunatics in the shadows revering demons in secret."

At this point, Yang Qizhou had a bold idea. "Wait a second—since I... oh no, I mean my game character... has already inherited the followers of both the ’Iron Blood God’ and the ’Demon Monarch,’ could I perhaps use this opportunity to manipulate the ’Iron Blood God Church’ and, during the Deceiving Apostle’s divine ascension, stir things up in Asgard?"

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. Yang Qizhou became quite eager about how the storyline would unfold next. Based on his understanding of his game character, that scheming old fox would surely proceed as such.

Keep playing, keep playing...

...

...

"Having successfully shepherded the ’Iron Blood God’ and the ’Demon Monarch,’ you feel in good spirits. You ruffled Xiao Shiqi’s hair until she angrily yelled at you, at which point you finally let go."

"You penned a letter detailing the possibility that the Deceiving Apostle’s item of interest was related to the ’King of Nature.’"

"Soon enough, the ’letter’ disappeared, clearly taken by some unknown method courtesy of the ’False Disguise.’"

"You waited idly for a reply."

"You grew even more bored."

"At this moment, you suddenly thought of something and took out the ’Demon King Puppet’ and the core of the ’Battle Maid.’ Without a care for compatibility, you directly assembled the two together."

"Before long, blue mingling with purple light flowed like liquid across the entire body of the ’Demon King Puppet.’ Its hair rapidly grew longer, followed by its eyes, nose, and ears. Finely sculpted facial features were quickly revealed. When the transformation was complete, a ’Demon King Puppet’ clad in a black maid’s outfit, with golden blonde hair and holding a parasol exuding icy indifference, stood before you."

"What’s your name?"

"None."

"Oh, your name is None? What a nice name."

"I don’t have a name."

"Ah..."

"It dawned on you that what the ’Battle Maid’ meant by ’None’ was that she had no name. Trying to cover your embarrassment, you impatiently waved your hand... Of course I know you don’t have a name. ’None’ is the new name I just gave you."

"Oh."

"This ’None’ is too cold, like an iceberg. Such a buzzkill," you thought secretly to yourself.

"Meanwhile, you noticed Xiao Shiqi bristling like a cat ready to strike, baring her teeth and glaring at ’None’ with hostility, as if she wanted to pounce and bite her."

"No way, do puppets actually get jealous too?"

"You couldn’t help but widen your eyes in astonishment."

...

Is ’None’ really that aloof?

Reading the in-game description, Yang Qizhou couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement. A black maid outfit, golden hair, and an icy demeanor—just imagining it was enough to make him swoon.

"Wait a second, since the items obtained in the game can materialize in the real world, there’s no reason ’None’ couldn’t either." Thinking of this, Yang Qizhou became giddy with excitement, immediately preparing to test his theory.

The next moment,

A figure gradually emerged in front of him, as though being painted into existence.

A black maid outfit, long golden hair, eyes as cold as frost, and a parasol radiating a bone-chilling aura—wow, wow, wow, wow, this was simply too perfect.

Yang Qizhou greeted tentatively, "H-hi, None."

"..."

Feeling awkward, Yang Qizhou said, "So, um, jumping from Old Earth to here—you must be startled, right?"

"..."

Yang Qizhou felt even more awkward. "Do you know who I am?"

This time, ’None’ finally spoke, but her reply made Yang Qizhou choke.

"Annoying."

?????

Yang Qizhou’s face was full of question marks. As her master, he had just been rudely brushed off by his own Battle Doll?

Finally understanding ’None’s extreme aloofness, Yang Qizhou lethargically sent the Battle Doll back to the realm of Old Earth. Resigned, he picked up his phone.

"Looks are one thing, but this lack of warmth... I’ll have to find an opportunity to properly ’train’ her in the future."

The game continued.

...

"While Xiao Shiqi feigned provocation after provocation like a bristling cat and ’None’ ignored her completely, a black envelope suddenly appeared before you."

"You eagerly opened it,"

"The contents unfolded before your eyes."

[Honored Sir, your prowess is truly awe-inspiring. To discover the item sought by the ’Deceiving Apostle’ in such a short amount of time is remarkable.]

[My progress on this end is going well too. After much exploration, I’ve finally uncovered a part of the Deceiving Apostle’s divine ascension ritual process.]

[Across the entirety of "Asgard," symbols representing the authority of ’Fraud’ have been inscribed, forming an enormous Secret Ceremony Array. Once the ritual begins, every word spoken by all living beings in Asgard will become lies. Not even the Gods will be exempt. In this way, the ’Deceiving Apostle’ will ascend amidst the lies and embrace divinity to become the ’God of Lies.’]

[The ritual will commence in no more than two days.]

[The time left to us is running out.]

[Mysterious Sir, I greatly anticipate this cooperative effort.]

[Sincerely, False Disguise.]

Yang Qizhou fell deep into thought.

When the ascension ritual begins, every word spoken by all life in Asgard will turn into lies. The "Deceiving Apostle" will seize this opportunity to become the ’God of Lies.’ What a bold and audacious plan.

"The Tree Ancient God, as the ruler of Asgard, must have long been aware of the Deceiving Apostle’s subtle machinations. Yet he has chosen to silently tolerate them. That cunning old schemer truly intends to fully align himself with the Endless Abyss."

Stretching with a yawn, Yang Qizhou exited the [Deceit World] interface.

He had initially planned to expend two charges of the "Dark Crow of Profane Fortune" before going to sleep, saving the remaining three charges for his meeting with the "Hidden Craftsman" tomorrow when exploring the "Land of Prayer Light."

But on second thought, today’s gains had already been plentiful.

The contamination from the Lord of Night on the "Star Hiding Compass" had been cleansed, and he had also acquired the "Doomsday Lord’s Ring," the "Demon King Puppet," and over thirty thousand Old Sacrifices. Not to mention shepherding two deities. There was no need to stay tense any longer. He stretched lazily, deciding to relax for the rest of the night.

"Tomorrow it’s time to team up with the Hidden Craftsman. The Land of Prayer Light? I wonder what kind of dungeon that will be."

Meanwhile, in an enigmatic and shadowy room—

Reading the displayed content, Mister Death revealed a deep and knowing smile. "Very soon, it’s coming... very, very soon..."

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