Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 236 - 234: The Thief Who Stole Fate

Chapter 236: Chapter 234: The Thief Who Stole Fate

Finally, the dust settled, and Yang Qizhou stretched lazily with satisfaction.

The ’Secret Cultivator’ hesitated and asked, "’Lamp Holder,’ did you kill those three players?"

"Oh? Why do you think that?" Yang Qizhou felt a surge of curiosity. Based on the textual content allocated to her, it shouldn’t have revealed the part where she chose the spoils of war.

"It’s just... a feeling."

"A feeling?"

Yang Qizhou laughed. "You need to understand, in the game’s mechanics, to truly kill a player, you’d first need to exhaust their supplies—their Old Sacrifices, Destiny Fire Bottles, resurrection tokens, and more. It’s an almost impossible task. And yet, you simply assume, based on your feeling, that I killed those three players?"

Indeed,

According to the mechanics of the Deceit World, killing a real-world player through the game layer was nearly an impossible feat.

"I don’t know why, but I just have this feeling that, ’Lamp Holder,’ you’re capable of doing such a thing." At first, the tone of the Secret Cultivator was uncertain, but the conviction in her voice grew stronger as she spoke.

This matter might have been impossible for other players, but when it involved the shrouded mysteries surrounding the terrifying ’Lamp Holder,’ it suddenly started to feel natural.

Is this woman getting too perceptive about me? Not good—this is a dangerous sign.

Regarding this question, Yang Qizhou didn’t intend to hide the truth. Successfully shepherding three Divine Sovereigns and being in possession of numerous ’Legendary’ items and ancient objects—while she wouldn’t say it made her invincible on the real-world level, there were certainly very few things she needed to worry about.

"Alright, I’ll admit it. Those three players are indeed dead, and I mean in the real-world sense."

At this point, Yang Qizhou paused and looked toward the Secret Cultivator, his gaze carrying a half-serious, half-amused expression. "What, do you think I went too far? After all, it was just malicious PK; there was no need to go to such extremes... But you need to understand, some grudges, once formed, can’t be resolved. Even if I spared these three people, they wouldn’t be grateful. On the contrary, they’d find the next opportunity to stab me in the back... I don’t consider myself a bad person, but I certainly won’t allow any risks to my survival."

Though she had a notable background and was a top-tier player in the Deceit World, he still considered her, ultimately, a naturally emotional woman. No matter how stoic she acted, she’d show softness in the face of life itself.

Yet Yang Qizhou obviously misjudged her; the Secret Cultivator was colder and more rational than he imagined.

She spoke without hesitation: "No, ’Lamp Holder,’ in fact, I was going to say that you should eliminate the remaining five players as well. If you’re going to do it, do it thoroughly."

Damn, such ruthless advice—no wonder the ancients said, ’The venom of a woman’s heart is the deadliest.’ This woman’s ruthlessness was downright terrifying.

Yang Qizhou stiffly responded, "Thank you, lesson learned. I’ll take note next time..."

"Alright, ’Lamp Holder,’ let’s continue the game." The Secret Cultivator nodded, seeming composed as she refocused on her phone screen. But the tight grip of her fist betrayed that her true emotions weren’t as calm as they appeared.

The ability to kill real-world players through the game layer.

The ’Lamp Holder’ was truly too terrifying.

The game continued, still in Yang Qizhou’s perspective.

"Getting these three explorers from another Otherworld to fully sink into the River of Death didn’t cost you much effort. In fact, you even regretted buying too many ’Challenge Stickers.’"

"With those obnoxious pests dealt with, it’s time to get down to business."

"Once again, you turned your gaze back to Bright City..."

"At this moment, the ’Mad Creator’ was still trapped within the dream you had woven, though their struggles grew increasingly intense with time."

"The ’Secret Cultivator’ believed that matters here were fully resolved and advised you to leave Bright City quickly. After all, the ’Mad Creator’ was merely dreaming—not truly dead—and staying any longer still posed danger."

"But you shook your head and replied that the ’Mad Creator’ knew the secrets of the Taboo Treasure and could not be abandoned like this. You would unravel the restraints upon them and attempt communication."

"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ are you insane?"

"The Secret Cultivator, visibly alarmed, tried her best to dissuade you."

"Regrettably,"

"This was a decision you had already firmly made."

"The ’Mad Creator’ had once been a god shepherded by the ’Lord of Blasphemy.’ Their deepest yearning at the core of their being was to return to the Old Roots of Profanation and be shepherded anew."

"So, by showing them a glimpse of destiny’s power, could that bridge the distance for a dialogue with the ’Mad Creator’?"

"Of course, you played it safe and prepared to use the Silver Holy Object and Thunder Eye. Should the ’Mad Creator’ exhibit threatening behavior, you’d immediately combine these items with the Legendary Storm God’s Scepter and annihilate this Evil God entirely with the Divine Sovereign’s might."

"You impatiently said to the Secret Cultivator... If it’s too dangerous for you, you’re free to leave Bright City."

"After that, you ignored her reaction entirely, focusing your intent on the Heart Dream Source and slowly withdrew the dreamlike power you had placed upon the ’Mad Creator.’"

"Instantly, the entire city trembled. All the buildings seemed to come alive; some split apart into abyssal, spiral-mawed jaws; others revealed countless watchful eyes; and others extended writhing tentacles. The originally oppressed monsters under the Heart Dream Source all reanimated with newfound vigor, growing eerier and more terrifying."

"Strange, grotesque, horrific, indescribable. At this moment, Bright City—no, it should now be called the ’Mad Creator’—truly resurrected in every sense."

The section viewed by the Secret Cultivator did not disclose what plans Yang Qizhou’s game character had nor provide insight into the ties between ’destiny,’ the ’Lord of Blasphemy,’ and the ’Mad Creator.’ Thus, upon seeing the current story progression, she visibly furrowed her brows.

"’Lamp Holder’..."

Before she could finish, Yang Qizhou cut her off, "Don’t panic. Small issue, stay calm."

The ’Mad Creator’ nearing full awakening—this was really supposed to be a small issue? The Secret Cultivator voiced a large mental question mark but, recalling how even the God of Pleasure and Violence had to respect the ’Lamp Holder’s’ game character, she temporarily settled down.

The game pressed forward.

"Such a terrifying scene horrified the Secret Cultivator. She hurriedly pulled out the Black Stone gifted by Corewell, the Black Mist Sect Leader, and conjured thick black mist to shield herself as best she could from detection. Yet, amidst the intertwined waves of terror, she still perished two or three times."

"You remained composed, gazing at the massive eye that had suddenly opened atop the tallest building in Bright City."

"You suffered no danger, as ’Void’ stood steadfastly guarding your proximity."

"If wrong moves were made, it would be necessary to safeguard destiny’s secret. You wouldn’t hesitate to use the powers of the Dark Crow of Profane Fortune to restore the timeline or merge the Storm God’s Scepter to strike down this Evil God swiftly."

"With determination firm in your mind, you wasted no time activating the Wizard Mark of Destiny Revelation."

"Target: Mad Creator.

"Objective: By the name of ’destiny,’ I shall converse with you, once a god shepherded by the ’Lord of Blasphemy.’"

Reading this part of the text, Yang Qizhou couldn’t help but feel a trace of nervousness.

All or nothing hinged upon this moment.

The game refreshed onward.

"As soon as you finished, all the chaotic evil waves within Bright City subsided. The grotesque, sinister buildings that had come alive and teemed with malice ceased their movement. Thousands of eyes converged simultaneously upon you, including the largest eye atop the tallest building."

"Did it work?"

"You wondered internally."

"Just then, a deep, resonant whisper brushed your ear... You wield destiny—not just wield but embody its very power. Who are you?"

"It worked."

"You couldn’t decide whether to feel happy or dismayed. If only you’d known revealing destiny was enough to initiate dialogue with the ’Mad Creator,’ you wouldn’t have had to engage in such brutal battle earlier."

"But just as relief hinted, the ’Mad Creator’ spiraled back into madness."

"Return it to me—that belongs to ’My Master.’"

"With frightening whispers, the temporarily calm twisted buildings and flesh-spawned abominations surged wildly again; malevolent waves and the force of distortion bore down upon you in unison."

"’Void’ intercepted these killing blows, ensuring your flawless safety."

"Fixing your gaze upon the wicked eye atop the tallest construction, you declared... ’Destiny has replayed upon me. I am that presence; these two artifacts were always mine by right. Returning them is merely reuniting rightful possessions.’"

"Unexpectedly, your words did not calm the ’Mad Creator.’ Instead, their fury skyrocketed."

"A sharp, dry, guttural scream reverberated throughout Bright City."

"No—you are not. The ’Lord of Blasphemy’ perished entirely on the Day of Fallen, I saw it with my own eyes. You petty thief of destiny—I shall make you pay for your sacrilege."

"I haven’t stolen anything; destiny willingly manifested upon me."

"You thought to yourself, placing little belief in the ramblings of a deranged god, particularly one incomplete and fractured."

"At this moment, the ’Mad Creator’ was past madness—malevolent waves intensified into tangible form. Invisible killing intent mixed with revived architecture and distorted abominations closed in toward you, throwing everything into a frenzy to seize back Destiny Replay and the Old Roots of Profanation."

"Sigh, things ultimately led to this... Since you can’t stay calm, allow me to help you calm down."

"You exhaled a mournful sigh and pulled out the Friendliness Circle, addressing the towering eye atop the tallest structure with sincerity... Mad Creator, don’t do this. I am your best friend."