Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 93: How to Obtain ’Lucky Coin’... (Requesting First Subscription)

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: How to Obtain ’Lucky Coin’... (Requesting First Subscription)

Finally, it’s time to make a move on the Prayer Box at the Heroic Spirit Hall.

Yang Qizhou, slouched on the couch, instantly perked up, sitting upright and downing a chilled ’82 Coke in one gulp.

Aah... that’s the stuff.

"Once I get that lucky coin and snag the remaining deactivation materials, I can finally have a taste of being a Wizard."

"Create and control gods to achieve the goals of Enslavement Authority, Occupying Symbols, and Desecration Rules."

"Just thinking about it is seriously cool."

Full of anticipation, Yang Qizhou continued refreshing the text.

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"You watch your hand inch closer and closer to the Prayer Box, your heart pounding with nerves."

"You silently pray... please let me get the lucky coin smoothly."

"Suddenly, a torrent of emerald-green light erupts, forming an indestructible barrier around the Prayer Box. Not only does it block your hand, but it also sends you flying several meters away."

"Having interfered with reality, you’ve now exited Hidden State."

"You can’t help but burst out swearing... Damn it to hell! Asgard’s Ancient Gods are way too stingy—I’m only after a single coin!"

"Out of the blue, you hear footsteps."

"Instinctively, you glance over and spot an elderly man emerging from the Heroic Spirit Hall. His grayish-white temples and green priest robe give him an air of warmth, like a gentle spring breeze, making you subconsciously feel a sense of closeness."

"But you quickly recall past experiences..."

"Back when you arrived in Asgard, Salma, the Wisdom Divine Envoy, gave off a similar vibe—handsome, enthusiastic, kind—but secretly worshipped an Unknown Evil God and even severed his own tongue."

"Suspicion grows strong in your heart as you size up the old man before you."

"For explorers constantly surrounded by deceit and greed, the crossroads of fate once again appears before you."

"Will you choose to instantly activate Hidden God’s Clothes to return to Hidden State and escape the Heroic Spirit Hall’s range?"

"Or attempt to interact with this old man."

"Please make your choice."

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As the text refreshed, the cursing wasn’t limited to the game character. Leaning on the couch, Yang Qizhou’s profanity-laden rants rivaled any NPC’s.

He wasn’t really surprised though.

The core component needed for the deactivation ritual—the lucky coin from God of Victory—wasn’t going to be handed out easily. There were bound to be twists and turns involved. But giving people hope only to pull a stunt like this? That’s just screwing you over.

He joked to himself about dragging the developers of [Deceit World] out and giving them a proper beatdown, assuming he could take them in a fight, of course.

"So an option pops up at this juncture? Looks like this elder NPC must hold significant importance. Whether or not the game character interacts with him determines the trajectory of two entirely different timelines."

"To interact or not... hmm."

"Well, duh, interact! Why even think twice?"

Anyone else might hesitate, caught in a dilemma, yelling back and forth in uncertainty. But Yang Qizhou? Nah. He understood the ultimate truth—exploiting bugs is king. His extensive use of the official cheat—Dark Crow of Profane Fortune—came with no moral baggage.

Not that it ever did.

After all, the moment choices appeared, save-and-load points were already generated. He’d let the protagonist interact with the elder NPC first. If the storyline showed signs of spiraling badly, he’d simply deploy Dark Crow’s power.

Cheeky gaming? Sure.

But damn, it was satisfying.

With that thought, Yang Qizhou’s fingers didn’t hesitate as he picked ’Option Two.’

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"Relying on Dark Crow of Profane Fortune gave you a bit more confidence, and you decided to try interacting with the elder."

"The elder soon reached you."

"He exuded an overwhelming vitality, making you feel rejuvenated just standing nearby—every cell in your body seemingly brimming with energy."

"You heard the elder speak... Young man, the Prayer Box has been here for ages, yet no one’s ever attempted to steal its coins. You’re the first. Aren’t you afraid this disgraceful act will incur the wrath of the nine ancient gods?"

"Caught red-handed stealing coins, yet any hint of shame eluded you. Instead, shamelessly, you replied... I just tossed in some money earlier. I meant to put in a copper coin, but I accidentally dropped a gold coin instead. I’m merely trying to reclaim what’s mine."

"You saw the elder’s look—half amused, half skeptical."

"But you didn’t let up, glaring back fiercely. After all, a true Wizard requires a thick skin."

"Seconds, then minutes crept by."

"The elder didn’t expose your infantile lie but said... Young man, such clumsiness could spell big trouble. The Heroic Spirit Hall worships the nine ancient gods of Asgard; its Prayer Box is a sacred offering protected by the Tree Ancient God, ruler of this realm. No one can retrieve even a single copper coin from inside unless..."

"Another cliffhanger? Why are old creatures on this primordial plane so annoyingly cryptic?"

"You saw the elder intentionally draw out his words, refusing to reveal the conclusion. Frustration bubbled within, but you had no choice but to hold your temper and grin through your irritation—for the sake of learning how to extract the lucky coin from the box."

"You asked with a forced smile... Elder, that gold coin is incredibly important. Could you please tell me how to retrieve it?"

"Finally, the elder stopped teasing and revealed the method to open the Prayer Box and remove its coins."

"The Heroic Spirit Hall is a sacred place devoted to the holy images of the nine ancient gods. Its Prayer Box, filled with offerings from devout believers, can only be opened by either the nine ancient gods themselves or the Heroic Spirit Temple Priest, jointly nominated by the gods."

"Heroic Spirit Temple Priest?"

"So as long as I find this NPC, there’s a chance to open the Prayer Box?"

"Wait, didn’t this elder just come out of the Heroic Spirit Hall? Could he be the Heroic Spirit Temple Priest?"

"Excitement surged. Brimming with respect and politeness, you greeted the elder warmly... Ah, honored Priest of the Heroic Spirit Hall, please forgive my earlier recklessness and rudeness."

"Woah, woah, woah."

"The elder waved his hands rapidly, vehemently denying he was the Heroic Spirit Temple Priest."

"Oh, then who *is* the Heroic Spirit Temple Priest? You pressed further internally cussing over the wasted emotional investment."

"The elder’s sharp gaze seemed to penetrate your thoughts. Nevertheless, he didn’t expose them but calmly explained..."

"Turns out the Heroic Spirit Temple Priest died two years ago under mysterious circumstances, suspected to have been corrupted by the Evil God. The position is currently vacant. In response, the Tree Ancient God issued an oracle decreeing that whoever resolves the issues at the bottom of the North Realm Abyss will inherit the role."

"Thinking on this..."

"The nine ancient gods, lofty as they are, wouldn’t be inclined to help unlock the Prayer Box; they’d likely crush you for such audacity."

"Waiting for a new Heroic Spirit Temple Priest to turn up? You dismissed this option immediately. Who knows how long the position would remain empty? Even if a new priest stepped in, persuading them to fetch the lucky coin would be a problem." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"As you mulled it over, only one solution stood out."

"And that was..."

"You yourself taking on the role of Heroic Spirit Temple Priest."

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Damn, not bad.

If you couldn’t ensure the next priest would aid the protagonist in retrieving the lucky coin, then having him occupy the role himself was a simple yet effective solution.

Seeing this refreshed in the text, even Yang Qizhou couldn’t help but chuckle.

Onward with the game, onward.

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"North Realm Abyss? Isn’t that where the Circle of Friendliness got lost?"

"You murmured to yourself, casually asking... What happened at the bottom of the North Realm Abyss? What’s the problem there?"

"The elder responded cryptically... Why don’t you go take a look yourself? It’s not far from Asgard—just a two-hour walk south."

"This old fart’s definitely doing this on purpose. Damn, damn."

"You swallowed your frustration, restraining the urge to cuss him out, and convinced yourself it wasn’t a complete waste. At least you learned how to get the lucky coin and the North Realm Abyss’s location."

"And then..."

"Your Silver Holy Object began to heat up, emitting strange clarity that reverberated in your mind."

"Forty-six hours have passed."

"In two more hours, the gates to the Silver Kingdom will open, and the Silver Divine Envoy will arrive to retrieve the lost Silver Holy Object."

"Damn, time flies."

"Urgency grips you—you dare not delay further. You bid the cryptic elder farewell, then immediately leave the Heroic Spirit Hall’s range, activating Hidden God’s Clothes and summoning your companion, Little Seventeen, to guide you back to the Truth Hall."

"You didn’t notice the elder’s amused smile."

"You leave Asgard, entering the Truth Hall."

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Yang Qizhou stretched lazily, as was his habit, analyzing the current storyline.

"No need to use Dark Crow of Profane Fortune to rewind yet. The elder didn’t show any hostility or block the protagonist’s departure—at least he’s likely lawful-neutral."

"Speaking of the protagonist, he really forgot to ask the elder’s identity. Ugh, no caution at all. Couldn’t compare to me."

"This trip to Asgard wasn’t unproductive either."

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