Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 78: Never Appeared…

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Never Appeared...

Yang Qizhou pondered over and over, but still couldn’t figure out the meaning of that sentence.

Could destiny possibly have taken a wrong turn before?

After thinking for a long time without any leads, Yang Qizhou simply shifted his attention to the plot.

The initial anticipation in his heart gradually turned into unease.

Just as he had suspected earlier, the secret entity that had been watching the Game Character finally showed signs of responding. This very likely meant that the plotline of the "River of Death" was about to begin.

But the key issue was...

To this day, Yang Qizhou still didn’t know whether this unknown being, drawn by the "Original Darkness," bore goodwill or malice toward the Game Character.

If it harbored goodwill, that would be fine.

But if it was fixated on the Game Character with malice, that would be disastrous. After all, each time the Game Character died, he would end up at the River of Death, and being targeted by such a hidden entity, his future circumstances were easy to imagine.

"In a regular game, to preserve the player’s experience, no matter how ambitious a game designer’s imagination, they wouldn’t dare mess around with something like ’resurrection.’"

"But [Deceit World] is not a regular game,"

"The territory of the Old Gods truly exists, and the stories portrayed in the narrative text might actually have occurred."

"And in a real world..."

"Anything is possible."

Unable to find any solid reasoning despite much contemplation, Yang Qizhou decided to let it go for now. After all, when that "hidden entity" revealed itself, whether it was friend or foe would naturally become evident.

Keep playing,

keep playing.

...

"This is the whisper of that unknown being within the River of Death—is it finally about to reveal itself?"

"After your excitement fades, anxiety quietly creeps in, with countless thoughts swirling in your mind,"

"After all, up to this very moment, you have never been able to determine whether this ’hidden entity’ slumbering eternally in the River of Death bears you goodwill or hostility."

"Your heart is filled with tension."

"You stand on the banks of the River of Death, waiting for that ’hidden entity’ to appear."

"You continue to wait."

"You are still waiting."

"You yawn while waiting."

"And then, it suddenly dawns on you—perhaps, maybe, possibly, this ’hidden entity’ has no intention of showing up."

"You’re utterly annoyed..."

"You decide to borrow the power of destiny to rewrite the ending of ’death.’"

"You open your eyes again within the ’Truth Hall.’"

...

...

"So nothing happened at all, and I got nervous for nothing. Damn." This elegant remark slipped out of Yang Qizhou’s mouth without him realizing it.

He had now used up all his three resurrection opportunities.

The first time was being killed by the "Old God Believer," Alice. The second was being wiped out in the aftermath of the three-way battle among "Night," "Sun," and "Giant God." The third time was dying to Natural Power in the "Truth Hall."

He was currently pondering whether to continue playing the game...

"The ’Destiny Store’ has a special item called the ’Destiny Fire Bottle,’ which grants the Game Character an extra resurrection chance each day, with no usage limits. It’s priced at 100 Old Sacrifices, essentially functioning as resurrection coins."

"I have 1,000 Old Sacrifices right now, enough to buy ten of them, which can extend my survivability for a while."

After carefully deliberating for a moment, Yang Qizhou ultimately abandoned this idea. fгeewebnovёl.com

Tomorrow—no, it’s already past midnight—so technically today, which means Thursday... Based on the Secret Cultivation Society’s rules, there would be an online meeting at 9 p.m. every Thursday night. He might need those Old Sacrifices to trade for some useful information then.

"The Game Character’s resurrection in the ’Truth Hall,’"

"It seems the probability of avoiding conversion to a ’Wizard’ is diminishing. At tomorrow’s Secret Cultivation Society meeting, let’s see if I can gather some information related to ’Wizards.’"

"Time for sleep, time for sleep."

He returned to his room, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night,

Yang Qizhou suddenly sat bolt upright in bed and muttered, "I’m just really curious about ’Wizards.’ I never intended to become one."

Looks like tonight, someone isn’t getting any sleep.

...

Early the next morning, Yang Qizhou decided not to go to the sorting center for work.

There was no other choice.

Although the job was very demanding, requiring about twelve hours of work daily, the pay was pretty good—a solid 300 ocean dollars.

But the key issue now was that the negative effects of the [Hidden God’s Clothes] were becoming increasingly terrifying. The day before yesterday, it merely erased twenty yuan worth of duck goods; yesterday, it wiped out 300 ocean dollars. Who knows what it might erase today.

If he didn’t resolve this issue soon, in a couple of days, he—this [Deceit World] player—owner of two Quasi-legendary artifacts, Enemy of the Divine, the one and only S-tier lamp holder—would probably be killed by his own ancient object.

Just this morning, as he pondered how to counter the [Hidden God’s Clothes]’ negative effects, he generated a save point.

This gave Yang Qizhou an idea...

An hour later.

"Qizhou Bro, what are you doing? I’ve got something really important to tell you." Little Ding somehow slipped into the room and tugged at Yang Qizhou’s arm.

Yang Qizhou shook her off mercilessly. "No time. Wait."

"But, but, Qizhou Bro, this is really important. Can’t you put down your phone for a second?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because if I put down my phone now, I might actually die."

"Huh? Qizhou Bro is going to die? No way! Little Ding doesn’t want Qizhou Bro to die..." Little Ding immediately started sniffling and sobbing. "Qizhou Bro, what on earth are you doing that involves life and death?"

"I’m taking out a loan," Yang Qizhou replied without even looking up.

???

Ding Xiaolan stopped crying and froze, her mind completely blank, with nothing but question marks in her eyes.

Though young, she had been exposed to the internet’s endless information bombardment and understood all too well what "taking out a loan" meant. But why would that have anything to do with Yang Qizhou’s life and death?

Meanwhile, on Yang Qizhou’s end:

[XX Bank: Your account ending in XXX received a deposit of 3,650 yuan at 11:28. Please verify.]

"Damn it, borrowed 5,000, and only got 3,650. What a rip-off. Luckily, I don’t have to repay it," Yang muttered.

"All right, this should about do it,"

"If I wait any longer and the save point gets overwritten, I’d really have to repay this money."

"Dark Crow of Profane Fortune... Activate!"

The scene before him rapidly twisted, blurred, and shattered. When he opened his eyes again, it was morning—just after he had taken out the loan.

Current account balance: 29,400 yuan.

That’s right.

This was the genius "loan abuse" plan of Yang Qizhou.

He got the idea yesterday when he rewound time to save Sister Xin and her daughter, keeping the 300 ocean dollars he’d earned that day.

If I borrow recklessly enough, then rewind time to before I took out the loans, wouldn’t the debt vanish?

This was truly a stroke of genius.

"Honestly, I never intended to resort to such an immoral tactic. It’s just that the [Hidden God’s Clothes]’ negative effects are too damn brutal, leaving me with no choice."

"Nearly 30,000 yuan—this should last me a few days."

"Oh, right, Little Ding seemed to have said something important earlier. I was too excited to respond and rewound time using the Dark Crow of Profane Fortune."

"Wonder what it was about."

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