Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 79: What Kind of Monster Did I Let In...

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: What Kind of Monster Did I Let In...

Yang Qizhou didn’t particularly care.

In any case, according to the predestined course of events, Little Dou Ding would definitely come again soon. If there was something important, it would naturally be clarified then.

And indeed, that was exactly the case.

In less than two hours, Ding Xiaolan came running over all giddy and energetic.

The moment she entered the room, she started yelling:

"Brother Qizhou! What are you doing? I have something super important to tell you!"

As expected, here she comes.

Yang Qizhou pinched her cheek hard and said, "You’re a girl. If you keep shouting all the time, no guy will like you. Be a bit more reserved, will you?"

"Ouch..."

Ding Xiaolan slapped his hand away with determination and said, "Nope! This is how I like to be. Acting all prim and proper is so boring... Anyway, Brother Qizhou, stop trying to sidetrack me! I really have something important to say!"

"Oh really? What’s so important that our adorable Little Dou Ding is in such a rush?"

Yang Qizhou couldn’t help but feel a bit curious—he couldn’t recall seeing her in such a state before.

Ding Xiaolan leapt onto the sofa, then suddenly drooped her head, looking dejected.

"Brother Qizhou, your chances are gone."

"Huh..."

What on earth—Yang Qizhou was utterly baffled.

"Brother Qizhou, you don’t know, do you? Yesterday, Mom took me to an anime convention. The building caught fire, and smoke was everywhere. Amidst the haze, there was this big brother wearing a mask—so cool, so mysterious. I don’t even know what he did, but I just *knew* in my heart that he saved us."

The "big brother wearing a mask, so cool, so mysterious" you’re talking about—uh, isn’t he sitting right here in front of you?

Yang Qizhou nearly floated into the air from the compliments, every pore of his being feeling utterly satisfied.

"And then? What’s this ’your chances are gone’ nonsense? Stop being cryptic and spell it out."

"Brother Qizhou, how are you so dense? The ’hero saves the damsel in distress’ trope might be cliché, but it works! Ever since yesterday, my mom keeps mumbling about wanting to find that big brother to express her gratitude face-to-face. This is a really dangerous sign!"

Ding Xiaolan’s face held both disdain and a look of someone lamenting over a fool. Where on earth does this little kid get so much expressiveness from?

But, well, heh heh, little girl, bet you didn’t see it coming—the hero is literally sitting right in front of you.

Yang Qizhou chuckled smugly to himself.

Something started to dawn on him as well.

"So... what does this have to do with me?"

"You—sigh..."

Ding Xiaolan let out a long sigh. "Brother Qizhou, my mom’s beautiful, right? And she owns several properties. She’s totally a rich lady! I’ve been trying so hard to create opportunities for you, but you never seized them. And now look what’s happened—Mom’s probably moved on. Even when handed a chance, you’re completely useless!"

"???"

Wow. Just... wow.

Yang Qizhou finally understood—this little girl, despite her age, had somehow already mastered the art of playing matchmaker. Seriously, the phrase "like mother, like daughter" couldn’t be more apt.

"Wait, Little Dou Ding, I’m utterly baffled here. How did you even come up with this idea?"

Ding Xiaolan answered with complete conviction, "Because I get along with you. If you became my new dad, I’d be fine with it. As for other weird uncles? No way!"

What the... are kids’ imaginations these days really this wild?

Yang Qizhou felt a chill shoot down his spine.

Setting everything else aside, the girl might not understand the severity of her words, but as an experienced adult, he was well past the age of dreaming aimlessly. Clear-headed as ever, he knew very well where he stood. Ding Xiaolan’s mom, Sister Xin, was not only stunning but lived a life of comfort in the Capital City, with no shortage of suitors, many of whom were objectively outstanding.

As a player in the **Deceit World**,

Yang Qizhou was well aware of his own unique qualities.

But the problem was that Sister Xin didn’t know about them! Her kind treatment toward him was purely out of sympathy for someone struggling to make it alone in the Capital City. Nothing more. If he were to confess inappropriate feelings to her, he’d likely be kicked out immediately.

Besides, though Sister Xin was undeniably beautiful and captivating—so much so that even Yang Qizhou occasionally found her mesmerizing—she was, after all, a mother. There was a mental hurdle he couldn’t quite overcome.

*"Little Dou Ding’s still just a kid. She’s immature, which is why she thinks whoever she meshes with should be with Sister Xin."*

"You little rascal! You didn’t share your wild ideas with Sister Xin, did you?"

Yang Qizhou asked, suddenly nervous. If Sister Xin caught wind of this, it would be the end—at best, he’d get kicked out, and at worst, he might even face a "hello, is this the police?" situation.

Little Dou Ding shook her head, "Of course not! Otherwise, wouldn’t I have blown my cover? How else would I create opportunities for you and Mom?"

Then, she let out a long sigh and said, "But now it’s too late. Mom has a new crush. That big brother’s more handsome than you, has better presence, exudes way more charisma, and is full of mystery. Compared to him, you’re just trash. Sorry, Brother Qizhou, but there’s no hope left for you."

Yang Qizhou: "..."

Hey, hey, hey, I was wearing a mask at the time! Little rascal, did you activate X-ray vision or something? How could you see through to this stunningly handsome face of mine?

Not to mention, it’s the exact same person—how does one come across as classy, charismatic, and mysterious while the other amounts to nothing but "trash"?

And for the record:

I *never* had improper thoughts about Sister Xin! Little rascal, stop tarnishing my reputation!

...

...

After sending off the imaginative, matchmaking-obsessed Ding Xiaolan, Yang Qizhou collapsed onto the sofa like a limp rag.

The kid might be young, but her ability to spin scenarios was off the charts.

Sister Xin wasn’t some naïve girl in the springtime of her youth. The idea of "love at first sight" clearly didn’t apply here. Any lingering thoughts about the mysterious figure she kept mentioning were likely born of curiosity, perhaps mixed with a dash of gratitude.

But to say that a mere fleeting encounter had sealed her fate for eternity? Even ghosts wouldn’t buy such a tale.

Still...

Suddenly, Yang Qizhou’s lips curled into a wicked grin. "If Sister Xin ever found out that the masked stranger at the Diamond Building was actually me, what kind of expression would she make? Hehe, that’d be priceless."

"Uh,"

"Actually, scratch that. Thanks to the effects of the **Hidden God’s Clothes**, I was able to evade the Deceit Bureau’s investigation. If Sister Xin discovered my identity, the authorities’ terrifying intel capabilities would probably bring them knocking on my door within two or three days."

"Revealing myself in front of Sister Xin? Well... seems like there won’t be a chance for that."

...

...

Time passed quickly, and soon it was 8:58 PM.

This evening might have been just another ordinary night for most people, but for the members of the **Secret Cultivation Society**, it was a highly significant occasion.

The society’s online gathering was scheduled to take place at 9 PM that night.

Member "Fox" was in an e-sports hotel in the Capital City. His slightly overweight body creaked the gaming chair beneath him, and his chubby, fair face was alight with anticipation.

Member "Cheetah" looked grave and focused, muttering to himself incessantly, "Cling to Lord Honey Pot’s coattails. Cling to Lord Honey Pot’s coattails."

The group leader, "Cultivator," was twitching her eyelids ever so slightly. It was nearly impossible to imagine that this enigmatic woman, shrouded in mystery, could also have moments of trepidation.

"An S-rank lamp holder, someone even unborn ’gods’ would fear."

"Truly extraordinary."

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