Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 96: Twisting the New Order Established by the ’Golden Divine Envoy’ (Added Update for Breaking 500 Subscriptions)

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Twisting the New Order Established by the ’Golden Divine Envoy’ (Added Update for Breaking 500 Subscriptions)

Next comes the familiar old routine.

Under the sarcastic narration, the soul of the game character found itself once again—yes, yet again—at the edges of the River of Death, watched by an unseen entity, while maddening ravings echoed like a broken record in its ears, chanting something akin to a summoning spell: "Destiny... has returned."

Then came the classic two-option phase: "Save and Load" versus "Revive."

Without hesitation, Yang Qizhou chose to abandon the option of activating the ability of the Dark Crow of Profane Fortune to return to the previous choice point.

The cunning strategy of "Drive Wolf Swallow Tiger" had worked like a charm. The Silver Divine Envoy and the Golden Divine Envoy were locked in a deadly battle. Wind Bell Town teetered amidst a raging storm, with everything moving in the "right" direction. To pick "Save and Load" now and reset everything from the start—how stupid would that be?

But normal revival...

On the Asgard storyline, the game character had already used up two revival opportunities: once when Wisdom Divine Envoy Salma severed their tongue, and another when a Patrol Officer from the Valuer Organization gutted their kidney.

If he chose a normal revival, then all three revival chances would be used up. Without the blessing of Destiny Power, if the game character died one more time, it’d be a cheerful farewell, immortalized in failure.

And with the "die and resurrect" pacing typical of the Deceit World, who could guarantee how long the game character could survive on the Old Sacrifice lands?

So logically, after normal revival, Yang Qizhou would stop playing until after midnight the next day.

But this time, he wasn’t planning on doing that...

"Hell no, the Silver and Golden Divine Envoys are already battling it out. The storyline has hit a critical juncture, and the strategy of pitting them against each other is about to succeed. At this point, you’re telling me to wait a whole *day* to keep playing?"

"Fat chance I’m waiting."

"Thankfully, I’ve got 1,000 Old Sacrifices stocked up. Even if I burn through them all, I’ll see the Wind Bell Town storyline through to the end."

"Destiny Fire Bottle, buy it."

"Game character, charge forward for me!"

With a grim determination tinged with ferocity, Yang Qizhou, seemingly venting his frustration on some unknown entity, went ahead and opened the Destiny Store. Spending 100 Old Sacrifices, he purchased a Destiny Fire Bottle.

Destiny Fire Bottle (Consumable Item): Restores consumed Destiny Power, granting the game character one extra chance to revive.

Price: 100 Old Sacrifices.

He then opted for "Normal Revival."

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"You have used a Destiny Fire Bottle. The previously faint Blessing Fire flared up again, granting you one extra revival opportunity."

"Relying on the power of destiny, you rewrote the outcome of your death."

"You opened your eyes once again in Wind Bell Town."

"You saw the violent storm lashing against the crumbling town. Most of the buildings had been reduced to rubble. Corpses covered the streets—some still alive, but tainted by the horrors within the storm, their already grotesque forms becoming even more twisted."

"A thunderclap boomed across the sky,"

"You looked up and saw the three-meter-tall figure of the Silver Divine Envoy standing firmly in the storm. Lightning shattered into a terrifying electromagnetic storm, destroying every ounce of information it could find, trying to break through the golden Order Chains."

"You also saw the Golden Divine Envoy—its grotesque body composed of sludge and tentacles—writhing chaotically. Sharp, grating, nauseating ravings spread throughout the storm. Its golden eyes burned with an unimaginable brilliance, birthing one fragmented, twisted rule of order after another within the pouring rain."

"Is this what a battle between Divine Favored looks like?"

"You were deeply shaken, already understanding what was happening: the Silver Divine Envoy and the Golden Divine Envoy weren’t just competing through raw power. The symbols, dominion, and concepts of their gods had all become weapons in this duel."

"This was a slaughter far beyond the limits of human thought,"

"And in the next moment... the horrors of the storm reached you, and the twisted order polluted your soul."

"You died."

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...

Just one Destiny Fire Bottle wasn’t enough?

Yang Qizhou was initially shocked, then his face twisted even further in frustration. But by now, he was fully riled up and reckless. Without considering frugality, he boldly purchased four more Fire Bottles from the Destiny Store.

"Four revival chances,"

"There’s no way I won’t survive this battle of Divine Envoys. From my doppelgänger on Old Sacrifice land—charge now!"

...

"The blessing of Destiny Power’s fire flickers. Your death outcome has been rewritten."

"You awaken once more in Wind Bell Town."

"You see the surreal, distorted visuals from the storm unraveling around you. Your cognition decays. Your flesh twists. Your body contorts into something grotesque."

"Relying on the last shreds of your consciousness, you glance upward and see those two bastards still locked in a vicious, relentless battle, lively as ever, showing no signs of mutual destruction. You can’t help but mutter, ’How is this lasting so long? I can’t take this much more!’"

"You’re obliterated by the forces of Order."

"You died."

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Three bottles left; there’s no way I can’t outlast them,

Yang Qizhou’s expression turned fierce,

He had considered delaying the next revival slightly to save on Destiny Fire Bottles, but any delay in revival would freeze the storyline. That meant no matter how long he waited, time would sync seamlessly once the game character revived again.

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"Your death outcome has been rewritten... You reawaken in Wind Bell Town." frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

"You’re struck by lightning."

"You died."

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"You used another Destiny Fire Bottle. The Blessing Fire reignites. Your death outcome has been rewritten, and you reawaken in Wind Bell Town."

"The Silver Divine Envoy glanced at you."

"A dizzying sensation overwhelms you, as though your brain were filled with glue. Countless horrifying cognitive parasites gnawed at your consciousness."

"You died."

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"Your death outcome has been rewritten. You reawaken in Wind Bell Town,"

"You died."

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Old Sacrifices, gone. My 500 Old Sacrifices vanished just like that—poof—into thin air.

Also,

Now they couldn’t even be bothered to describe the death scenes, just glossing over them with the three words "You died." Excellent. Truly top-tier laziness.

"Damn it, let’s go again. I *still* have 500 Old Sacrifices. If I can’t outlast those two bastards,"

"Then I’ll..."

"...pick it up again tomorrow."

This time, Yang Qizhou refrained from burning through all 500 Old Sacrifices at once. Instead, he bought them one at a time—what if fewer than five deaths were required and the clash between the Golden and Silver Divine Envoys resolved before that? Wasting the rest would be pointless.

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"You used a Destiny Fire Bottle. Revival count +1."

"The flame of blessing from Destiny Power flickers; your original death outcome has been rewritten."

"You awaken once more in Wind Bell Town."

"By now, you’ve grown used to the endless cycle of death and revival. You instinctively shut your eyes, waiting for the twisted order or the horrors of the storm to end your life."

"But you wait and wait—yet none of those horrors come for you this time."

"You open your eyes,"

"You glance around, noticing the relentless downpour has subsided significantly, and the howling winds have largely quieted."

"Looking up, you see the grotesque Golden Divine Envoy, composed of sludge and tentacles, flipping through Wind Bell Town’s Law Book. One after another, previously established laws vanish under Its hand, replaced by new ordinances aimed at constraining and quelling the storm."

"And then,"

"You see lines of strange writing forming in the Void, turning into golden Order Chains that burrow into the storm-blackened sky. The three-meter-tall figure of the Silver Divine Envoy floats above the Sky Dome as countless lightning bolts coalesce into a storm of electricity, attempting to dismantle the Void-borne information to disrupt the newly crafted order."

"In that moment, a mysterious ’revelation’ flashes in your mind. Guided by this unknown insight, you quickly pull out your copy of Wind Bell Town’s Law Book."

"You see the contents on your version being wiped clean at lightning speed, only to be replaced just as quickly with new writing."

"Understanding dawns upon you."

"This Golden Realm Divine Envoy, a Law Enforcer of the True Court, and Swordman of Order, was utilizing Wind Bell Town’s Law Book, a quasi-legendary artifact."

"And whatever laws It inscribed would also appear within your copy of the Law Book."

"This realization made you frantic."

"The Silver Divine Envoy, clearly unable to breach Wind Bell Town’s legal framework, was suppressed and at an absolute disadvantage. It was only a matter of time before Its demise."

"Though this outcome wasn’t inherently bad... as long as the Silver Divine Envoy dies, you could truly claim the Silver Holy Object as your own."

"But that wasn’t all you wanted."

"What you wanted was for the Silver Divine Envoy and the Golden Divine Envoy to perish together—claiming Wind Bell Town’s Law Book and the Silver Holy Object, seizing all the treasures here. That was your ultimate aim."

"If the Silver Divine Envoy died so easily, your ambitions would go up in smoke."

"You spiraled into anxiety."

"Your anxiety grew stronger."

"Suddenly, you had a bold idea..."

"If the new laws being written by the Golden Divine Envoy appeared in your Law Book too, could you potentially tamper with them?"

"The more you thought about it, the more feasible it seemed."

"’Ha! Tui!’ You couldn’t help but spit in self-disgust. You were absurdly despicable. So downright vile that you could conceive of such an underhanded, shameless idea. Seriously, where was your dignity?"

"And yet, you leapt into this plan with enthusiasm, afraid to waste even a second."

"Thus, the morally bankrupt and ever-cunning explorer—always adept at hatching vile, sinister schemes—found themselves once again at the crossroads of destiny."

"Would you choose to crudely and directly overwrite the Golden Divine Envoy’s newly established order en masse, or subtly alter one or two characters to twist the entire meaning, ultimately orchestrating the mutual destruction of the Silver and Golden Divine Envoys?"

"The choice is yours. Make it now."

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