Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 256 - 251: "Beautiful" Gone Mad

Chapter 256: Chapter 251: "Beautiful" Gone Mad

Why does this text always feel like it’s cursing someone? Yang Qizhou gritted his teeth.

The game continued.

"Before you could respond, a phantasmal purple ocean surged from an ineffable unknown place, engulfing most of the gray haze in an instant. A ’Invisible Eye’ surrounded by countless pitch-black, eerie trees suddenly opened, and its gaze landed upon you."

"You heard another magical whisper... You cannot enter."

"Having shepherded four gods and finally gained some strength so as not to rely solely on cheats, the explorer, once again, faces a crossroads of destiny."

"So, do you choose to listen to the whispers within the ancient castle, step inside, and demand back your face?"

"Or will you trust this eye surrounded by countless ’Mother Trees’?"

"Make your choice."

Holy crap,

The last save point was overwritten?

Yang Qizhou’s smile froze instantly, and his heart sank.

On one side is the bizarre horror formed by the resurrecting corpse of the ’Beautiful Wizard King’; on the other side is the hindrance caused by the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility.’ Neither choice seems remotely favorable, especially the latter—back at the ’Polluted Mountain Edge,’ the game character almost fell into its trap, almost becoming a "male mother."

Yang Qizhou quickly made a decision:

Compared to the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility,’ he was more willing to trust the former. After all, the ’Beautiful Wizard King’ was a blasphemous wizard from the end of the Third Era, and the game character, burdened with ’destiny,’ seemed to be deeply linked to the ’Lord of Blasphemy.’ The relationship between the two appeared far closer. Not to mention that the Evil God belonging to the ’Dream Realm’ had tried more than once to capture the game character.

The game continued.

"The unexpected arrival of the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ utterly surprised you."

"Compared to the one who had shown outright malice towards you multiple times, and even attempted to capture you so you could bear a child, you trusted the ’Beautiful Wizard King,’ who was also a ’blasphemous wizard.’"

"You hesitated no longer and stepped into the ancient castle."

"Walking into the grand hall, you passed a mirror and saw a faceless visage reflected within."

"You look horrendous right now."

"You couldn’t help but comment sarcastically."

"You pressed forward, quickly ascending to the second floor and spotting a deep, winding hallway."

"At the foot of the staircase, you encountered a figure clad in a butler’s uniform, faceless, standing rigidly with crossed arms. Even without visible features, the figure somehow managed to speak and asked, ’Do you think this body is beautiful?’"

"Are we doing this again?"

"This time, you didn’t dare rush to kill the butler like slicing through a fruit, fearing it might represent another part of yourself."

"You ignored the figure entirely and strode past."

"Your reasoning was simple: you couldn’t kill it, answering its questions might trigger some strange, supernatural effect leading to misfortune, so ignoring it seemed the safest option."

"You pressed onward,"

"Quickly, the butler reappeared, asking the same question: ’Do you think this body is beautiful?’"

"What a lunatic."

"You glared at it bitterly and walked past once more."

"Then a third time, a fourth, a fifth..."

"The same event repeated countless times; you couldn’t escape this endless loop."

"Thus, you realized: unless you answered the butler’s question, you could not reach the ’Beautiful Wizard King’s burial site.’"

"You pondered seriously for a moment."

"You answered, ’I think my body is already very ’beautiful.’"

"You saw the faceless visage of the butler begin to writhe; flesh bubbled forth, eventually forming features identical to your own."

"It said... ’I think so too.’"

"Suddenly, the butler shattered like a mirror struck by a hammer, fragments scattering before vanishing entirely."

"At that moment, your face began to itch terribly, as though countless maggots were wriggling within your flesh. Lost features gradually regrew."

"Rushing downstairs to the mirror in the grand hall, you confirmed your previously vanished face had indeed restored itself."

"You..."

Reading this section of text, Yang Qizhou found himself unable to form complaints.

Indeed, when you ask for a face, it’s given.

Fortunately, the choice this time seemed correct. The resurrecting ’Beautiful Wizard King’ showed little hostility toward the game character. The prior eerie and terrifying phenomena might merely have been manifestations of its power during the revival process.

Yet one thing remained puzzling:

Why had the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ descended here?

Considering both gods embodied the concept of ’beauty,’ wouldn’t the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ instinctively hide from the power, authority, and symbolic dominance of a wizard king with ’Pillar Level’ status? Why had she voluntarily appeared?

Could it be the influence of the ’Dream Realm Sovereign’ at play?

Unable to figure it out, Yang Qizhou temporarily dismissed the thoughts, refocusing on the unfolding storyline. He mused, "Even the ’Hidden Itas’ supplied great benefits to the game character; as another ’Wizard King,’ ’Beauty’ should be equally generous, right?"

With that thought, he grew excited.

The game continued.

"Indeed, the sense of continuity felt wonderful; you couldn’t resist marveling internally."

"Ascending the staircase again to the second floor, you ventured deep into the seemingly endless hallway, anticipating the moment of your meeting with the ’Beautiful Wizard King.’"

"You moved forward,"

"You continued onward."

"This time, the looping cycle did not reoccur. Smoothly, you reached the end, where a slightly ajar door awaited."

"You heard whispers brimming with power in your ears... Come in, end-of-the-line ’wizard,’ I have waited so very long for you. I shall bestow upon you all the beauty of this world."

"Was it an illusion? You felt your head growing heavy."

"Rigidly, you pushed the door open."

"Inside, you found walls woven from countless twisted, grotesque entities: female faces, long legs, radiant gemstones, shining stars, alluring melodies, as if embodying every essence of ’beauty’ in the universe."

"Your foot slipped, and your body began to plummet endlessly."

"What’s happening?"

"Panic overwhelmed you as you frantically employed all available means—invoking powers of ’God of Victory,’ ’Iron Blood God,’ ’Demon Lord,’ ’Hidden Light,’ and harnessing various high-position divine artifacts and ancient objects."

"Unexpectedly... none responded. No matter how you drove them, they remained silent."

"Suddenly,"

"You saw a silhouette approaching from above—if it could still be called a human."

"As the shape became clearer,"

"Your head erupted in unbearable pain, as though glue was poured in, while iron rods twisted and churned inside. The agony was insane, the horror unimaginable."

"Through the growing madness, faint ravings reached you..."

"Destiny... Who are you... Who am I... Why do I... so desperately want... to kill you."

"You glimpsed an indescribable entity. Flesh distorted, your soul fractured, your mind descended into madness, and death irreversibly consumed you."

"You activated the ’Destiny Fire Bottle.’"

"You revived."

"Observing the indescribable entity once more, your flesh distorted again, your soul fractured, madness consumed your mind irreversibly, and you died anew."

"You activated the ’Destiny Fire Bottle.’"

"You died, you died, you died, you died..."

"You revived, you revived, you revived, you revived..."

"You activated the False Road Marker."

"You couldn’t escape."

"You activated the False Road Marker."

"You couldn’t escape."

"You were dead."

"You revived again."

Yang Qizhou was consumed by overwhelming dread.

The ’Deceit World’ seemed afflicted by a logical error, escalating into a ’BUG’ where the text refreshed at ten lines per second. The seemingly inexhaustible ’Destiny Fire Bottle’ was visibly draining at an alarming speed. To be safe, he immediately bought 300 more bottles, yet at the current rate of the game character’s deaths, survival beyond a minute seemed impossible.

In this moment, Yang Qizhou genuinely felt the grasp of death...

"It seems the only option now is to use the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ to restart the destiny timeline. Even if it means being captured by the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ and fathering her a child, that’s better than mysteriously dying here." Having abandoned all thoughts of "exploiting the Destiny Store," Yang Qizhou dared not waste another second, lest reality itself snatch him along with the game character. He swiftly carried out the corresponding operation.

Shortly after, the crow’s caw echoed throughout his mind.

The game continued.

"You invoked the power of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune.’"

"As crow caws reverberated in your mind, the scenery before you twisted, blurred, and shattered..."

"When you opened your eyes again, you had returned to the moment of your previous choice. The surreal purple ocean still surged mightily, the towering gaze of the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ blinked, and whispers emanating from the ancient castle urged you to step inside."

"In that instant,"

"You collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, terror etched into every corner of your eyes."

"’Beauty’ has gone mad..."