Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 261 - 256: Strange and Suspenseful

Chapter 261: Chapter 256: Strange and Suspenseful

The little girl puffed out her chest and walked out of the rental apartment with an air of arrogance and the stride of one who disowns her kin.

Who else could it be but Ding Xiaolan...

Oh wow, this little brat finally showed up. Honestly, she’s so late—I thought she’d come this morning to settle scores and flaunt her newfound glory.

Yang Qizhou immediately recognized that Ding Xiaolan had become a player of the "Deceit World" and gained some extraordinary abilities, believing she was back on top.

Little did she know this villain had long been waiting for her arrival.

"Spill the beans! Where did you find the keys to my house? If you don’t fess up, I’ll tell Sister Xin so your mom can spank your butt."

The little girl startled and her previously lofty demeanor slumped instantly. "Who, who, who has your house keys? The door wasn’t locked. I just gave it a gentle push and it opened. I’m a good kid; you can’t frame me for this."

"Oh, really?"

Yang Qizhou’s mischievous smirk deepened. "Then what’s that thing you’re clutching in your hand?"

"Ah..."

Ding Xiaolan glanced down at her hand, and there it was—the key. She jumped in shock, fumbling in panic to toss it away in hopes of destroying the evidence. But she quickly realized something was off.

Wait a minute—wasn’t she here to mess with "Little Seven"? How had things turned upside down, with her chickening out instead?

Besides, as a "Magic Girl," how could she possibly be afraid of a mere ordinary human?

"Little Seven, this is your final warning! Apologize to your big sister immediately, or when I unleash my power, you’ll be the one regretting it!"

"Unleash your power?"

Yang Qizhou’s smile turned even more mocking. "Oh, I’m dying to see how you plan to do that, little brat."

That disdainful tone made Ding Xiaolan’s temper flare instantly. She thought to herself, as the chosen Magic Girl with formidable magical powers, who was this mere mortal to mock her? He’d soon get a taste of her might.

And then...

Ding Xiaolan threw out a bracelet, which emitted a blinding burst of colorful light. Her clothing underwent a complete transformation: a pointed tall hat, a pitch-black shamanic outfit, and a strange-looking staff.

Not only that, an invisible force lifted her small frame, slowly levitating her upward. If not for the three-meter ceiling, she might have soared into the sky.

"Hehehe, scared now, Little Seven? Let me tell you, I’m no longer the old Ding Xiaolan who could be bullied. I’m the chosen Magic Girl. Apologize to me now, promise to buy me a big bag—or no, two big bags—of snacks, and maybe I’ll forgive you. Otherwise, um, uh, uh..."

Yang Qizhou raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. "Why’d you stop? Go on! Please, continue your performance."

At that moment, he was enveloped in a crimson aura, holding the "Iron Blood Spear." The chilling, ruthless, and menacing air emanating from him felt like an overwhelming ocean, suffusing the entire room. Ding Xiaolan, now floating, appeared like a lone leaf adrift in the sea, at risk of being swallowed up any second.

"You, you, you, you, you..." She stammered, face flushed red as if choking on a fishbone lodged in her throat. Finally, she sputtered out, "Why did you become a Magic Hunk too?"

???

Yang Qizhou nearly choked. "Magic Hunk?! This is the Iron Blood God! A god! A god..."

But soon enough, his smile became sly again. "Little brat, didn’t expect this, did you? I’m also a player in the ’Deceit World,’ and I’m leagues stronger than you!"

...

...

Minutes passed,

Ding Xiaolan finally understood—this "Deceit World" game wasn’t exclusively hers; it had a massive player base, and many had started earlier than her, including this annoying jerk who never missed a chance to bully her, Yang Qizhou.

"Little Seven..."

"Hm?"

Hearing this, Yang Qizhou’s face turned steely as he tilted his neck. "What did you say?"

"Brother Qizhou, Brother Qizhou, I misspoke earlier, heeheehee. Your generosity surely won’t hold grudges against a little kid like me. Are your shoulders sore? Are your legs aching? Let me massage your shoulders and knead your legs for you." Ding Xiaolan cozied up with a flattering grin.

Yang Qizhou: "Uh, actually, I preferred your bossy, arrogant attitude earlier. Go back to that."

Ding Xiaolan: "No way, no way... In front of Brother Qizhou, Xiaolan is always the little sister, always a child—how could I dare to act arrogant? I was just teasing you earlier!"

You had to admit, though small in age, this little brat was clever in ways that outpaced kids much older—if only she’d put that sharpness to good use.

Yang Qizhou didn’t mind indulging in her ministrations, enjoying the shoulder rubs and leg pats with the demeanor of an esteemed lord.

"By the way, little brat, how’s your ’Master of Millions’ Saint task going? What stage have you reached? Need my help?"

Ding Xiaolan’s face lit up with joy, though it quickly turned gloomy again. "Brother Qizhou, you’re so powerful; you could definitely help me. But this is a single-player text-based adventure and campaign-type game—you and I can’t form a party."

"Take a look at this..." Yang Qizhou pulled an item from the game and casually handed it over.

Soon, Ding Xiaolan’s eyes widened with astonishment and disbelief. "’Destiny Chain’? The game actually has something like this? Why did I not know about it?"

"Noob."

Yang Qizhou sneered, then explained the "Old Sacrifice," "Destiny Achievement," and "Destiny Store" mechanics to Ding Xiaolan.

Her eyes grew even wider. "Ah, so the game has so many features I didn’t even know about."

Let me tell you, there’s plenty you still don’t know.

"Going back to what we were saying, you still haven’t told me what stage you’re at in the ’Master of Millions’ Saint task." Yang Qizhou asked again.

Ding Xiaolan hesitated for a moment before responding, "Actually, my game character has already become a Saint of the ’Master of Millions.’"

This greatly surprised Yang Qizhou.

This little bean hadn’t yet obtained her first "Destiny Achievement," so clearly her storyline progress wasn’t far along. Her game character couldn’t be particularly powerful. But the "Master of Millions," despite being an enigmatic Evil God, had to hold an extraordinarily high rank—likely surpassing that of the Divine Sovereign. Such a divine figure issuing a task couldn’t possibly make it simple to complete, could it?

"What’s going on? How did you finish the task?"

Ding Xiaolan took a sip of cola. "To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. I simply followed the instructions of the ’Master of Millions,’ gathered some materials, chanted an incantation, and suddenly entered the ’Mysterious Town.’ Then, before I knew it, I became His Saint."

Mysterious Town?

Initially, Yang Qizhou hadn’t paid it much mind. But then he recalled a plotline he encountered earlier that afternoon.

Possessing the Divine Sovereign rank, the "God of Pleasure and Violence" had mentioned to the game character before leaving the Land of Prayer Light... Go to the "Mysterious Town" and retrieve what rightfully belongs to you. Although, it might not have originally belonged to you.

So the "Master of Millions" is the ruler of Mysterious Town?

Which means retrieving what the "God of Pleasure and Violence" alluded to inevitably involves this "Master of Millions."

Yang Qizhou immediately felt intrigued.

"Little brat, how much do you know about the Mysterious Town? What sort of divine being is the Master of Millions, and what’s his relationship with the God of Pleasure and Violence?"

Hmm, Brother Qizhou has something he needs from me?

Ding Xiaolan suddenly felt like she was back on top. She puffed out her chest and raised her head high. "Hahaha, Brother Qizhou, even you have a day when you need me? Let me tell you, unless you give me five bags of snacks..."

Her voice halted abruptly.

Three minutes later, the little brat, now nursing her forehead covered in lumps from Yang Qizhou’s playful flicks, adopted a pitiful expression.

"Why do you have to resort to violence? Bullying a seven-year-old kid, wahhh."

"I don’t need to use force. I could just go to Sister Xin and tell her about how you always steal the keys to my house..." Yang Qizhou pretended to get up.

This terrified Ding Xiaolan, despite being a player in the "Deceit World" and somehow becoming a Saint of the "Master of Millions." At the end of the day, she was still a child and harbored a natural fear of her strict mother.

The thought of her mom learning the truth caused her to shiver in dread. She frantically waved her arms to block his path. "I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, okay?"

"Go ahead..." Yang Qizhou sat back down; he was only bluffing earlier.

Ding Xiaolan: "According to the game’s description, Mysterious Town is the domain ruled by the Master of Millions, declared by the Old Gods as one of the Four Indescribable Lands. It houses the ancient Secret Keeping Society that revere the King of Secret Keeping, the libertine Rose Sect, the bountiful believers who cultivate endless delicacies, and the Star Road Guides who navigate starry paths... That’s about it."

A libertine Rose Sect?

That sounds somewhat consistent with the domain of the God of Pleasure and Violence; there must be a connection between the two.

"That’s it?"

Yang Qizhou asked curiously, "Mysterious Town is supposed to be one of the Four Indescribable Lands. Isn’t there anything inherently eerie, strange, frightening, or terrifying about it?"

Ding Xiaolan seriously pondered for a moment.

"Oh, there’s something—if it counts as eerie or strange, that is."

Yang Qizhou’s interest piqued. Based on the God of Pleasure and Violence’s clues, the game character has possessions in Mysterious Town tied to the "Lord of Blasphemy." If that’s the case, the game character will inevitably visit this "Indescribable Land" at some point, so understanding it better is crucial.

"What is it?"

Ding Xiaolan answered: "Ever since my game character became a Saint of the Master of Millions and earned access to Mysterious Town, I kept hearing whispers... saying the words ’strange swing’..."