Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 224 - 222: Mad Creator

Chapter 224: Chapter 222: Mad Creator

"Lamp holder, has something happened to the game character side?"

The "Secret Cultivator" noticed Yang Qizhou’s brows slightly knit together—a rare expression to appear on the enigmatic "Lamp Holder." Driven by various thoughts, she began probing.

Yang Qizhou, of course, would never disclose anything about the "Emblem of Justice."

If the Secret Cultivator found out that his purpose in coming to the "Land of Prayer Light" was ulterior, then this favor would lose its value.

"Nothing much, just thinking about some other matters."

The Secret Cultivator’s eyes revealed skepticism, and she cautiously probed further: "What kind of matters? Is there anything I can help with?"

Yang Qizhou shot her a glare, "How annoying can you be? This has nothing to do with you. Just focus on refreshing the text."

The Secret Cultivator flushed pale with anger. From childhood, she’d always been the center of attention, never insulted or brushed off impatiently, especially by a man. If she didn’t need the Lamp Holder, and if his terrifying strength weren’t unquestionably formidable, she would have lost her temper long ago.

But now, she had no choice but to endure it.

Yang Qizhou had no time to cater to the feelings of the Secret Cultivator—his mind was preoccupied with thoughts about the "Emblem of Justice."

So, according to the description from the "Six-Faced Monster" and his own experience obtaining the "Circle of Friendliness," the precise coordinates of the "Emblem of Justice" should have been revealed upon the game character’s entry into the Land of Prayer Light. Yet, up to this moment, no clues emerged.

There must be two possibilities:

One: The "Emblem of Justice" is no longer in the Land of Prayer Light.

Two: Although the "Emblem of Justice" remains in the Land of Prayer Light, something unexpected has altered its essence, making it no longer fall under the category of sacrificial artifact from the "King of Virtue’s" Divine Descent.

Which one could it be?

Yang Qizhou contemplated silently, his expression unchanged, as he continued refreshing the text.

The game proceeded.

"Your thoughts arrived at the two possibilities behind this phenomenon."

"Regrettably, without corroborating evidence, you’re still unable to determine whether the ’Emblem of Justice’ has left the Land of Prayer Light or undergone some mysterious transformation."

"At the same time, the Secret Cultivator noticed the subtle change in your facial expression—she cautiously yet ambiguously attempted to probe your thoughts."

"Of course, you had no intention of divulging anything regarding the ’Emblem of Justice.’ You casually deflected, claiming that you were pondering the hidden dangers within Bright City."

"The Secret Cultivator might’ve accepted your explanation—or perhaps not. Regardless, she started recounting her previous four encounters with Bright City."

"During her first entry into Bright City, while investigating clues about the ’Taboo Treasure,’ she tried communicating with the city’s residents. They responded with exuberant friendliness, but midway through the conversation, she suddenly died."

"In the second attempt, the Secret Cultivator understood the danger and refrained from interacting with the city residents at all. With the protection of Corewell’s ’Black Mist Stone,’ she carefully concealed herself, but mysteriously died again, without even discerning how."

"Her third attempt bore a similar outcome—an inexplicable and abrupt demise."

"On the fourth occasion, luck seemed to favor her slightly. She accidentally came across a horrifying entity—a fusion of countless monsters sewn together, boasting more than ten arms, six faces, and over thirty tentacles. The monstrosity had lost its sanity, muttering nonsensical gibberish that inadvertently disclosed fragments of the ’Taboo Treasure’s’ secrets."

Sudden death, inexplicable demise?

This resonated eerily with Yang Qizhou’s early experiences traversing the "Deceit World." Back then, his game character repeatedly encountered mysterious deaths and resurrections.

Yang Qizhou casually asked, "In the game’s text depicting deaths in Bright City, was there any hint about the cause—any tiny detail at all?"

The Secret Cultivator felt thoroughly vexed. She had been implicitly mocked by the Lamp Holder as incompetent, then berated outright thereafter. She longed to vent her frustration, yet the plot surrounding the Land of Prayer Light was crucial. If this segment failed to progress, not only would her dreams of "becoming a god" shatter, but the game character might also be trapped indefinitely within the storyline, unable to escape.

So despite her anger, she maintained her composure.

"No details. The text merely said ’You died,’ ’You fainted,’ ’You died again,’ offering zero other information."

Yang Qizhou glanced sideways,

"To not even know the cause of death—Group Leader, huh? With your level of skill, where did you muster the courage to choose a ’becoming a god’ plotline?"

The game continued.

"The Secret Cultivator continued her narration,"

"Her final experience in Bright City made her believe the place held a secret related to the ’Taboo Treasure.’ Leveraging the power of destiny, she rewrote her death more than ten times, but each time, as soon as she opened her eyes—before she could even observe her surroundings—she died again. Ultimately, she was forced to rely on the ’False Road Marker’ to flee."

"Dark Crow of Profane Fortune, you mentioned earlier that Bright City’s dangers felt heightened due to weakness. This reasoning, as you stated, wouldn’t apply to your case."

"Then, please show me your strength."

At this moment, the Secret Cultivator shared a conflicted mood akin to the game character—although she wished the Lamp Holder could extract clear insight about the Taboo Treasure from Bright City, her disdain for his arrogance burned strong. She secretly hoped to see him suffer setbacks—perhaps even earn his respect.

Yang Qizhou’s attention remained fully anchored to the game, refreshing the text without pause.

"In response to her antagonized comments, you merely smiled faintly and said nothing."

"You began to strategize, rapidly forming a plan of action."

"You decided not to immediately lift the effects of the ’Dream Hidden World Clothes’; instead, using the power of ’Hidden,’ you approached Bright City’s residents, hoping to overhear information from their conversation."

"Owing to ’Destiny Chain,’ the Secret Cultivator could vaguely sense your movements. After some hesitation, she decided to follow."

"At that precise moment,"

"You noticed the residents of Bright City suddenly directing their gaze towards the Secret Cultivator. A wave of unseen yet tangibly real malicious distortion enveloped her body. Without so much as a reaction, her form dissolved into blood and water."

Easily slain.

Yang Qizhou was still processing his surprise when he heard the Secret Cultivator sigh beside him, "Every time it’s the same—whenever the game character takes slightly noticeable actions in Bright City, death strikes without warning. There’s not even textual clarity on what caused it."

"No worries. My side uncovered faint clues regarding the reason behind your death." Thinking for a moment, Yang Qizhou offered an answer, "This might be an opportunity."

Secret Cultivator nodded silently, refraining from further speech.

The game continued.

"Destiny’s power rewrote the Secret Cultivator’s death, allowing her form to reappear before you once more."

"You instructed her to avoid reckless actions."

"Understanding that her current strength offered no aid, she considered briefly before agreeing."

"Leveraging the power of the ’Dream Hidden World Clothes,’ you approached Bright City’s residents again. Lingering discussions hinted at mentions such as ’holy creation,’ ’gateway to Heaven,’ and ’promised redemption by the divine.’"

"Seemed utterly useless information," you mused.

"Using ’Hidden,’ you ventured into several lavish-looking homes, clearly belonging to individuals of apparent wealth or status, seeking clues. You remained vigilant, fearing an intrusion from malevolent forces or succumbing as the Secret Cultivator had—but whether through sheer fortune or another reason, you avoided death altogether."

"After extensive investigation, disappointment painted your face—no valuable leads had been uncovered."

"You fell into contemplation,"

"Quickly formulating a daring new plan. If finding traces independently proved futile, then why not just ask Bright City’s residents directly?"

"Without hesitation, you deactivated the effect of the ’Dream Hidden World Clothes,’ stepping out from the ’Hidden’ state, and summoned ’Null’ once more."

"Your sudden presence stirred Bright City into commotion. Countless gazes fell upon you amidst reverberations of phrases like, ’An outsider,’ and, ’Is this person here seeking the fabled Heaven?’"

"You refrained from impulse,"

"Choosing instead to wait and see if the bizarre malicious wave responsible for the Secret Cultivator’s death would take action once more."

"Strangely... short moments passed, yet no malevolent distortion emerged. Instead, some inquisitive Bright City residents began cautiously approaching you."

"Soon, a young girl dressed in blue fabric, appearing no older than a teenager, made her way near."

"Big brother, who... who are you? How did you suddenly appear here?"

"Engaging in conversation with Bright City’s residents to unravel its mysteries was your intention all along—naturally, you wouldn’t decline the girl’s inquiry and prepared to respond."

"But in that instant... a flash of cold black rippled through the air, and the girl splintered into 371 pieces, her blood and flesh scattering across the ground." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"A shadow clad in black maid attire emerged—the skirt’s folds danced in the wind."

"It was ’Null’."

"She had slain the Bright City resident."

"Why did ’Null’ act this way?"

"Though questions churned within, you did not scold the aloof ’Demon King Puppet.’ Clear in knowing that her lethal actions must stem from specific reasoning, you offered merely a faint inquiry—what happened here?"

"’Null’ replied coldly..."

"This city is ’alive.’ Everything you see here—these residents—is, in reality, part of It."

"And the next moment, before your eyes, the city’s residents began morphing grotesquely: mutilated masses stitched from countless wicked entities, skeletal constructs bound with corpses forming dragons of death."

"The horror the Secret Cultivator encountered—the abomination boasting ten arms, six faces, and thirty-plus tentacles—also emerged within the transformation."

"Clarity dawned upon you,"

"Bright City was, in truth, the ’Mad Creator’ itself."

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