Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 84: What Exactly is a Wizard?

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: What Exactly is a Wizard?

Yang Qizhou was genuinely terrified of the negative effects of the Hidden God’s Clothes.

This quasi-legendary ancient object—on the day before yesterday, it only erased twenty yuan spent on duck meat. Yesterday, it dramatically wiped out the 300 yuan balance in his card. Today, who knows how terrifying the cost will be?

Hopefully, the nearly thirty thousand yuan in his card balance can hold out.

Bank card balance: 21,000.

Not bad, nine thousand yuan deducted. The cost is still within an acceptable range... Yeah, right.

"God damn it, is this leap too extreme or what? Yesterday it was just 300 yuan, and today it’s jumped to 9000. The cost multiplier even doubles—are you trying to kill me?"

Yang Qizhou’s forehead was soaked in cold sweat.

Originally, he thought thirty thousand yuan wasn’t much, but it should last for a while.

But now, looking at it, last for a while? What a joke. At this rate of cost multiplication, it probably won’t even last through tomorrow.

For now, his own life isn’t in immediate danger. According to normal procedures, when money isn’t enough to offset the negative effects, the Hidden God’s Clothes will selectively erase the holder’s possessions. Each erasure effect is unique and has no replacement. Even if it only erased a low-level item like Kan Rui’s Wizard Ring, it’d still be enough to make him agonize for a while.

And considering this daily "Super Doubling" of negative effects, though Yang Qizhou has many high-level props at hand, how long can he hold out...

"Tomorrow I need to figure out a way to get more money, deal with the ’negative effects,’ and then go from there."

"Oh right."

"Isn’t there a commission reward of one million from the ’Hidden Cultivator’? Heh heh heh, even though this was part of the scheme jointly targeting the ’Fox,’ a commission is a commission. Since it’s complete, payment must be made."

"With that one million, it should be able to sustain me for two days."

"If during that time I still can’t find a way to resolve the negative effects of the Hidden God’s Clothes, then even if I’m reluctant, I’ll have no choice but to ditch this quasi-legendary ancient object."

"After all, my life matters more."

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Tick, tick, tick.

As the pendulum clock’s hands turned, time passed minute by minute, soon arriving at 11:58 PM.

The night had fallen, dim moonlight spilled onto Yang Qizhou’s profile. He lay on the sofa, looking lazy, though his focus was entirely on the current progress of the Deceit World storyline. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"According to the latest text prompt,"

"The game character hasn’t been resurrected on the wilderness where the unknown and eerie coexist, but rather awakened in the Truth Hall—a place that guides those with ’Wizard’ potential to become qualified Wizards."

"Seems like escape from the fate of becoming a Wizard is impossible."

"Speaking of the Truth Hall, it turns out it was once struck by Pillar-Level natural forces. And the key thing is—it wasn’t completely destroyed. These Wizards, who had cast considerable shadows over the Third Epoch on the Ancient Lands, might be stronger than I initially thought."

"I wonder..."

"Which deity’s natural power could that Pillar-Level force have originated from."

Yang Qizhou had a vague premonition that the storyline of Deceit World was gearing up for a crucial turning point. Only when the players themselves mastered ’extraordinary’ powers would the real game begin.

And just at this moment,

The call of a Crow echoed in his mind. An eerie clarity surged in his heart. Midnight had arrived; three resurrections and five rollback opportunities were all reset.

He could...

continue the game.

"Let’s go, let’s begin, let’s see—what exactly is this thing called a Wizard."

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...

"You reopened your eyes in the Truth Hall."

"The last remnants of Pillar-Level natural forces had dispersed, and the hall remained the same as before—its lined bookshelves, the mannequin on the counter, glass display cases, the enormous crystal chandelier—all looked exactly as they had when you first saw them."

"That must be the Spirit of Truth, right... You glanced at the lifelike mannequin before you and subconsciously thought to yourself."

"You’ve died too many times already, gathered enough experience in dying to understand that on the Ancient Lands, the more tranquil the scenery, the more horrifyingly lethal the dangers hidden behind it. With heightened vigilance, you approached the counter."

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here, and for what purpose?"

"You asked cautiously."

"The incredibly lifelike mannequin became activated. You saw its previously dim eyes sparkle with life, observed multicolored streams of light flowing across its body like liquid. You saw the mannequin tilt its head slightly and flash a healing smile."

"She said... ’Welcome, future Wizard, to the 17th Truth Hall, I am the Spirit of Truth.’

"This lifelike mannequin seemed so animated, as if it couldn’t stop talking."

"The Truth Hall falls under the jurisdiction of the Supreme Truth Tower’s educational institutions. There are twenty-four halls scattered across the Land of Truth, dedicated to cultivating the birth and growth of Wizards. Unfortunately, following the arrival of the Day of Fallen, most Truth Halls suffered catastrophic destruction during the Third Epoch’s end. Only a few still barely retain functioning basics."

"Little 17 is one of them,"

"You got the feeling—perhaps inaccurately—that the incredibly lifelike mannequin seemed to exhibit a ’cheeky’ expression."

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This Wizard... honestly seems pretty formidable.

Yang Qizhou mulled over the thought.

The end of the Third Epoch saw Wizards fade from the Ancient Lands’ historical stage; he knew this much. But what exactly happened on the Day of Fallen, and what secrets lurked behind the Epoch shift—these were still unclear to him.

"Land of Truth... that should’ve been the dwelling place of Wizards once, right? Wonder if it still exists."

"Also, is it possible to not be a Wizard,"

"Sure, ’Death is like the wind, always by my side’ sounds cool. But with a Taunt Aura, becoming hated by gods and ghosts, dying wherever you go—even that’s way too much to accept."

The pale text continued refreshing.

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"You asked Little 17, the Spirit of Truth, if it’s possible to refuse becoming a Wizard."

"Your thought process was straightforward—the era has changed; this is no longer the Third Epoch ruled by Wizards. On the Ancient Lands, no matter whether it’s gods, Ancient Dominators, Hidden Beings, or the Evil God’s Clan, all of them harbor hostility toward Wizards."

"You didn’t want to become the mouse everyone hunts."

"But Little 17’s next words shattered the last hope in your heart."

"You saw the lifelike mannequin retain its cheeky demeanor and say... ’That’s impossible. Future Wizard, you’ve already absorbed the Ancient Roots. In some sense, you’re now a profane presence against Divinity.’

"Turns out you’d long since boarded a pirate ship. You muttered curses under your breath: Damn it...

"You reluctantly accepted reality."

"Facing the lifelike mannequin before you, you finally asked the question that had long haunted your mind... What exactly is a Wizard?"

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