Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 232 - 230: Destiny Replay

Chapter 232: Chapter 230: Destiny Replay

After so much effort, the treasure box seemingly connected to the ’Lord of Blasphemy’ was finally within reach.

Yang Qizhou was filled with anticipation,

Yet, compared to him, including Li Congyun, the players at this moment were in an utterly grim mood.

"Damn it, the 15 seconds are up, and the ’maid-dressed figure’ has broken free. She’s charging right at my game character... I’m dead, it’s over, and she even made me drop a fairly high-level mystical item." The voice of ’Evil Dragon Bloodline’ came over the headset, filled with frustration. Just moments ago, he’d dropped an ’Excellent-level’ ancient object, and now another relatively high-level mystical item. Today’s losses were far from trivial for him.

Soon after, another voice, rife with despair, followed, "What the hell, such bad luck! My ’Quasi-Epic-level’ mystical item, which could suppress a game character from reviving for half an hour, was blasted out too."

Then came the third victim...

"I quit. I’m using the ’False Road Marker’ to leave Bright City right now. That ’maid-dressed figure’ is too terrifying. No matter how many Destiny Fire Bottles I have, they probably won’t even last against her."

The fourth, and the fifth.

Originally sneering and mocking the opposing game character for uttering something as absurd as ’Please give me face,’ the three Li siblings’ hearts were now clenched tightly, their expressions reflecting utter dread.

At this moment, they were intensely focused on the game text.

"Soon after the departure of the ’God of Pleasure and Violence,’ you see the maid-dressed figure, bound by the ’Time Seal Lock,’ breaking free of her constraints. Filled with overwhelming killing intent, she charges toward you."

"You and your companions use every means at your disposal to block this fearsome figure."

"But it is ultimately nothing more than a futile struggle."

"A blurred shadow flits past, and ’Evil Dragon Bloodline’ is sliced into hundreds of pieces. Flesh and blood scatter the ground. He had just used the power of Destiny’s Blessing to rewrite his death and resurrect himself, only to be killed once more."

"Then you witness the maid-dressed figure, after ’Evil Dragon Bloodline’ uses the False Road Marker to leave ’Bright City,’ turn sharply toward the ’Preacher.’ Only an unresolved afterimage remains where she had stood, while this explorer from the Otherworld, who once sang praises to the ’God of Pleasure and Violence,’ is mercilessly reduced to a pile of meat paste in an instant, dying a fate more gruesome than ’Evil Dragon Bloodline.’"

"Twisted Heart, Death Spreader, Lifeless Divine Favored..."

"Undoubtedly, this is a one-sided slaughter. Blood taints the city walls, while the land is strewn with dismembered corpses. Wherever she goes, it’s suffused with the stench of blood and the shadow of death. The maid-dressed figure moves like a dancer of destruction, slaying everything in her path—whether the twisted creatures of ’Bright City’ or explorers from the Otherworld, all meet the same fate: death."

"Apart from you, ’Evil Infector,’ and ’Vitality Priest,’ every other explorer from the Otherworld has been killed. Some have even died multiple times."

"The world turns desolate, and the maid-dressed figure emanates a chilling miasma of murderous fury as she steps forward toward you."

"Is it finally our turn?"

"Having witnessed the earlier slaughter firsthand, you are keenly aware of how terrifying the ’maid-dressed figure’ is. Any form of resistance is merely futile. Resigned, you decide to forego any struggle and surrender outright, thinking it might at least spare some effort."

Reading the game’s text, the three Li siblings exchanged glances and sighed.

It seemed the mission this time was a failure.

But a mere sigh was all it warranted.

As part of the Fourth Calamity, as long as their real selves in reality weren’t harmed, the deaths of their game characters, no matter how many times, held little consequence. At worst, it just cost them a few Destiny Fire Bottles.

However, the next section of text caught the three siblings off guard.

"After a storm of bloody slaughter, the maid-dressed figure finally stands before you."

"You close your eyes, awaiting the arrival of ’death.’" freēwēbnovel.com

"But to your surprise... no intense pain, as you’d imagined, follows even after a long while."

"You, along with ’Evil Infector’ and ’Vitality Priest,’ can’t help but open your eyes to find the ’maid-dressed figure’ standing just one meter in front of you. Her eyes still radiate a dense, murderous wrath, but she has not made any motion to act."

"You hear ’Vitality Priest’ curiously asking... why aren’t you killing us?"

"The question echoes your own inner thoughts."

"You even start to wonder if, due to some unknown reason, the ’maid-dressed figure’ has strict constraints on her ability to kill, and perhaps coincidentally, these restrictions triggered just as it was your turn."

"You find this highly plausible and privately think to yourself... what incredible luck this must be."

"Yet, the words that come out of the maid-dressed figure’s mouth next send chills crawling across your skin, a shiver of terror welling from the depths of your soul."

"She says..."

"The Master doesn’t want you dead."

"The Master doesn’t want us dead? What does that mean?" The three siblings were utterly baffled.

But at that moment, Li Congyun seemed to realize something. His expression shifted to urgent panic, tinged with a faint trace of dread that flickered in his eyes. "Quick! Quickly. We can’t let their game character approach us—do we have a way to make our own game characters commit suicide?"

"Big brother, what’s wrong? Isn’t this a good thing? The ’maid-dressed figure’ hasn’t killed us, so why should we actively seek suicide?" protested Li Congmu, the only girl among the siblings, her large eyes filled with confusion.

Li Congyang was equally at a loss, looking toward his brother in bewilderment...

Li Congyun only grew more anxious, his voice trembling unevenly as he shouted, "Don’t you get it? Why do you think the ’maid-dressed figure’s’ Master killed every other player’s game character but spared only ours? Because of luck? Heh, such an absurd notion—there must be a reason behind this, and it’s very likely not a good one!"

Li Congyang and Li Congmu were no fools. While they hadn’t realized it earlier, their big brother’s revelation immediately brought clarity.

A chill surged within the three siblings, freezing their very cores.

"What if—just what if—the maid-dressed figure spared us because something good is actually coming our way?" Li Congmu clung to a shred of hope.

But this time, Li Congyang shattered her delusion without mercy. "Little sister, think carefully. If you were that mysterious player, suddenly maliciously PKed, and had absolute power over your opponent’s life, would you spare them and even grant them benefits?"

Li Congmu fell silent,

And now fully realizing the dire situation they were in, the siblings desperately began searching for ways to force their game characters into suicide, hoping to escape through the effects of ’resurrection’ and ’False Road Marker.’ Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned...

The game text updated.

"The Master’s ’maid-dressed figure’ won’t let us die?"

"You and your companions are acutely aware of the gravity of this dire situation."

"Exchanging a quick series of glances, you swiftly come to a unanimous decision."

"Suddenly, you draw out a razor-sharp dagger—this one sourced from Dusk Village. While not a mystical item, its unparalleled sharpness allows it to sever even mysterious forces. Without hesitation, you plunge the dagger toward your throat."

"’Evil Infector’ and ’Vitality Priest’ follow suit, replicating your actions."

"Yes, your plan is to commit suicide and then leverage the powers of the ’False Road Marker’ to escape this horrifying ’Bright City.’"

"Sadly..."

"A shadowy blur flashes across, and the weapons in all three of your hands are knocked to the ground."

"The Master has decreed that you are not allowed to die, not even if a God descends."

"The maid-dressed figure’s utterly emotionless voice speaks."

"Of course, you won’t simply bow your head and wait to be captured. Together with ’Evil Infector’ and ’Vitality Priest,’ you make another four or five attempts at suicide, only to have each one masterfully thwarted by a quick intervention from the ’maid-dressed figure.’"

"Is even death out of reach now?"

"Despair churns through your heart."

Their game characters weren’t the only ones sharing that despair—Li Congyun and his siblings wore expressions that mirrored defeated prisoners awaiting execution.

At this moment, Yang Qizhou had no time for these minor side characters.

The call of the ’treasure box’ was about to be revealed, and all his focus was on the storyline unfolding right before him...

"As you grasp the iridescent ’treasure box,’ ’Bright City’ begins to quake violently. The ’Mad Creator’ seems to have been provoked, thrashing madly in an attempt to break free of the ’Heart Dream Source’s’ influence to stop you."

"But alas..."

"The ’Heart Dream Source’ is, after all, a Legendary mystical item imbued with the authority of a ’Divine Sovereign.’ Though the ’Mad Creator’ was once a god shepherded by the ’Lord of Blasphemy,’ his current state is irreparably fractured, retaining only one-seventeenth of his symbols and dominion. His rank barely reaches the mid-upper tier of an ’Angel God.’ Against an insurmountable gap in rank, this Evil God of the ’Land of Prayer Light’ ultimately succumbs to the dreamscape."

"You, having anticipated this outcome, remain composed, shifting your attention back to the treasure box before you."

"With the utmost speed, you open the treasure box,"

"Congratulations, you have acquired ’Destiny Replay.’

"Congratulations, you have acquired the ’Old Roots of Profanation (Fragmented).’

Destiny Replay (Legendary): Once, during the Third Era, the greatest Wizard of the Ancient Lands, the ’Lord of Blasphemy,’ forged this mystical item through the fusion of his own flesh and the surrounding reality imbued with the power of destiny. However, with the ’Lord of Blasphemy’s’ downfall, the symbol of ’Destiny’ vanished entirely from the ’Ancient Lands,’ rendering this mystical item a shadow of its former self.

Effect: You may select a person or object and engrave it onto a specific line of destiny. At your command, you can one day replay that destined moment.

Note 1: You may engrave up to five destinies.

Note 2: Due to the absence of the ’Destiny’ symbol, this mystical item is currently unusable.

Old Roots of Profanation (Fragmented):...