Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 90: ’Asgard’ Travelogue

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: ’Asgard’ Travelogue

???

The little kid has a lot of question marks.

What the hell, this death was way too clean and decisive. My game characters have died plenty of times, but this is the first time it happened so swiftly and without any fuss.

Yang Qizhou had already noticed from the earlier text that this ’Wisdom Divine Envoy’ was suspicious. This result, therefore, wasn’t entirely unexpected.

He sat up from the sofa and began analyzing seriously.

"’Asgard’ has a problem."

"This so-called ’God’s Fortress’ is far from as sacred and noble as it appears to be in the game."

"The logic is simple: the ’Moonlight Ancient God,’ the ’Fire Stealing Ancient God,’ and the ’Star Color Ancient God’—each of them has encountered issues to varying degrees."

"Especially the Moonlight Ancient God..."

"Its Sacrificial Altar has now fallen into disuse, its Forest Hundred Clans obliterated, and its Holy Image has been corrupted by the authority of the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility,’ giving birth to Dream Realm’s Child."

"But, despite this level of humiliation, the ’Moonlight Ancient God’ hasn’t so much as responded, as if it were dead."

"Judging from this, it’s highly possible that the Ancient God who once blessed the Forest Hundred Clans has already perished."

"However, just now in the text’s description of ’God’s Fortress,’ the Holy Emblem representing the ’Moonlight Ancient God’ is still prominently hanging in the sky, its divine kingdom has not collapsed, and divine power continues to radiate across the land."

"This is extremely unreasonable..."

"How could there not be a problem? Even a ghost wouldn’t believe it."

But as for what exactly the problem was, Yang Qizhou lacked sufficient understanding of ’Asgard’ and didn’t have enough information to analyze further.

He could only gather more useful intel from subsequent plotlines and sort it out later.

Besides... there was one more thing that caught Yang Qizhou’s attention.

He subconsciously pressed a hand against his chin,

and started contemplating.

"The ruler of Asgard, the ’Tree Ancient God,’ is a subordinate deity of the ’King of Nature.’"

"If we follow this line of reasoning, this ’King of Nature’ is highly likely to be the third ’Ancient God King’ ruling over the Radiant Kingdom, alongside the ’Oath King’ and the ’King of Virtue.’"

This speculation surfaced in his mind, and Yang Qizhou recalled earlier events in the story.

When the game character first entered the ’Truth Hall,’ they were erased by the power of a Pillar Level Natural Authority. According to the Spirit of Truth, ’Little Seventeen,’ the Wizards were annihilated during the ’Day of Fallen,’ and the seventeenth ’Truth Hall’ was also damaged during that time.

Power of Nature, Day of Fallen, Truth Hall...

With just a quick mental weave, Yang Qizhou pieced together a lot.

"So, the annihilation of the Wizards did indeed involve the Ancient Gods; the residual power of the ’King of Nature’ in the Truth Hall is the evidence."

"But one thing is strange."

"The shadow of the Wizards once loomed over the Doomsday Land. Even the Lord of Night, who rules over the Eternal Night Curtain, and the Wind Lord and Order Lord, who rule over the Silver Kingdom, were forced to retreat."

"Given that the Ancient Gods defeated the Wizards, they should, in theory, have absolute dominion over the Doomsday Land."

"So why is this not reflected at all in the current storyline?"

"And also..."

"Why does the Mysticism text in the ’Truth Hall’ contain Chapters on the Old Gods, the Outer Gods, and the Ancient Dominator, but conspicuously lack an Ancient God Chapter?"

The more he thought about it, the messier his thoughts became, impossible to untangle. Yang Qizhou decided to set these questions aside for now; perhaps once he gathered more information in the future, the puzzles would resolve themselves.

Onward with the game, onward with the game.

...

...

"Explorer, who has become somewhat addicted to experiencing various manners of death, your soul has once again arrived at the edge of the River of Death."

"You feel a pair of eyes gazing at you. It’s an ’unknown existence’ sleeping eternally within the river."

"Suddenly, an illusory whisper echoes in your ears. She says..."

"Destiny... has returned...?"

"You feel as though this phrase is deeply familiar. Isn’t this the exact same thing the ’unknown existence’ said the last time you died?"

"Repeating the same line again—are you some kind of broken voice recorder or something?"

"You mock inwardly,"

"The Blessing Firelight of Destiny’s power continues to sway vigorously, and the cawing of the dark crow replays in your mind. So, dear explorer who quite literally keeps dying and coming back to life..."

"Will you choose to leverage the power of Destiny to rewrite the ending of your death?"

"Or will you invoke the power of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ desecrate what should have been your fate, and return to the moment when you made your last choice?"

"Please make your decision."

...

...

This time, Yang Qizhou chose normal resurrection.

The exploration of ’Asgard’ had only just begun, and it would be a pity to abandon it now. Besides, his inventory still had 1,000 Old Sacrifices left, enough to buy ten ’Destiny Fire Bottles.’ That equaled ten extra lives—plenty of room to play recklessly for a while.

When you’re rich, confidence follows, and your actions don’t feel as miserly anymore,

Normal resurrection,

Normal resurrection it is.

As the sequence concluded, the text refreshed and moved forward.

...

...

"You awaken in a dimly lit room filled with an aura of mystery."

"You glance around and realize you’re in a secret chamber, lying atop an altar. The four corner lamps have already gone out, and before you stands an evil Holy Image. Its form is indescribable, as if constructed from writhing segments of worms. To your left are implements like ’scalpels’ and ’pipe wrenches,’"

"...and a severed tongue."

"Damn it, that ’Salma’—is he no longer harvesting kidneys and has now moved on to cutting out tongues? You immediately grasp the situation and can’t help but curse aloud."

"You take another look around but don’t see any sign of the ’Wisdom Divine Envoy.’ He’s most likely stepped out."

"Not daring to waste a moment, you bolt from the secret chamber,"

"You find yourself back on the pure and holy-looking streets of ’Asgard’..."

"Something’s off about this ’Alma.’ As the Wisdom Ancient God’s Divine Envoy on the seat of authority, he’s conducting dark rituals in secret, worshipping some unknown Evil God."

"This kind of atrocious behavior must be reported."

"You deduce that since the Evil Gods can only operate covertly, it must mean the Ancient Gods still hold some semblance of control over Asgard."

"Recalling how your tongue had been cut out, your indignation grows. You find someone who appears to be a ’Patrol Officer’ and report Salma’s vile deeds to him."

"The Patrol Officer takes your report very seriously. He takes you to the ’Punisher Agency’ and asks you to wait here for results."

"You await news of ’Alma’ being apprehended."

"You keep waiting,"

"You die."

...

...

????

The little kid’s earlier question marks resurged, this time multiplied exponentially.

What the hell is going on? How could I just die while waiting and waiting and waiting?

Yang Qizhou was first bewildered, then his expression twisted slightly. He’d decided to go toe-to-toe with this ’Asgard’ instance—damn it, he refused to back down now.

Once again, the text refreshed with its usual routine: the soul bathing in the River of Death, mocked coldly by the text, watched by that ’unknown existence,’ and hearing the whisper that played like a broken record. Then came the familiar two choices: ’normal resurrection’ or ’rollback resurrection.’

Whatever. Since the Secret Cultivation Society’s online meeting was over for now, and the Old Sacrifices didn’t have any immediate alternative uses, he might as well spend them all on ’Destiny Fire Bottles.’ Having ten lives lined up bolstered his confidence.

Yang Qizhou chose normal resurrection again.

...

...

"You open your eyes again,"

"You find yourself no longer in the reception area of the Punisher Agency but inside a basement. Your palms and the soles of your feet are nailed down with iron spikes, sending waves of excruciating pain through your body."

"Looking around, you see the room saturated with mystic energy: ceremonial sigils on the floor, flickering torches, malevolent statues, and intricate spells carved into the walls."

"Looking ahead, you spot a pile of organs scattered on the ground, particularly some bloated kidneys."

"You can’t help but curse—’Hell, I was only joking before, and now you’ve actually arranged for kidney harvesting? Thanks a lot to your entire ancestry.’"

"The Patrol Officer you met earlier turns out to be another damn snitch, just like the Wisdom Divine Envoy, Salma—absolutely unbelievable."

"You struggle to pull the nails from your hands,"

"Already calculating your next move: break free, activate the ’Hidden God’s Clothes’ to escape, and then report both that damn Salma and the treacherous Patrol Officer together."

"Suddenly, you hear footsteps,"

"A massive figure wearing a Blood Skin Mask steps in, holding half a corpse, which he tosses into a Blood Pool."

"He notices your resurrection and finds it peculiar, clicking his tongue in amazement... ’It’s rare to see outsiders these days, even rarer to see outsiders who can resurrect under the blessing of some unknown power. Well then, let me kill you again.’"

"You watch as he produces a massive blade out of nowhere and walks toward you."

"Even though you bear the blessing of Destiny’s power, the sensation of dying is not something you wish to experience again. You quickly say... ’Wait, big guy, hold up, there must be some misunderstanding here.’"

"The giant figure replies..."

"’Don’t worry, there’s no misunderstanding. Only by desecrating order and defying laws can one get closer to ’disorder.’ Everything I’m doing is for the sake of embracing greatness.’"

"’Oh, and thanks for your report—who would’ve thought that the usually gentlemanly Salma is a secret worshipper of a twisted Evil God from the Doomsday Land? This has given me a chance to earn some merit, clearing the suspicions placed on me by the Order Ancient God.’"

"Having said that, the giant brings the blade down,"

"You die."

...

...

"You’ve got to be kidding me—trash game, fuck this..."

Yang Qizhou’s psyche began to crack a little. His precious resurrection chances, gone—wasted, and twice at that by the same damn creature.

Once the death prelude finished, Yang Qizhou immediately opted to use the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ to rollback.