Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 98: The Delightful ’Body Searching’ Segment... (First Order 850 Bonus Chapter)

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: The Delightful ’Body Searching’ Segment... (First Order 850 Bonus Chapter)

The game character is so despicable, their heart must be black as pitch.

This is just my cup of tea.

Yang Qizhou looked at the refreshed text on his phone, grinning ear to ear. He never expected a "game character" to pull such ridiculous stunts, twisting the new legal order with just a tweak or two of wording.

What a terrifyingly cunning tactician.

"The ’Golden Country’s Divine Envoy probably never dreamed that someone would tamper with their painstakingly crafted new order. Hahaha!"

"Let the storm rage harder, shall we?"

"Go on, keep at it."

He sank back onto the sofa, poured himself a glass of chilled ’82 Cola, and felt an unparalleled anticipation for what was to come. If one death happens, it’s a small loss; if two, then it’s a huge gain. And if ’Wind Bell Town’ gets wiped off the map too, then it’d be the jackpot.

More cold, pale text flickered onto the screen before him. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

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"You see the golden chains manifested from the mysterious elements of the Order domain suddenly dim, their power greatly reduced. The chains’ hold over the storm and rain weakens significantly."

"You notice that the ’Silver Divine Envoy’ is visibly taken aback, puzzled by the inexplicably frail and powerless laws just enacted by their enemy."

"But the ’Silver Divine Envoy’ clearly won’t pass up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"You see the storm rage even harder, terrifying lightning serpents slither through the dark clouds, unleashing a fierce electromagnetic tempest that shatters the already fragile golden chains, breaking the constraints of the Order domain."

"The terror within the storm surges back toward ’Wind Bell Town’ once again."

"The grotesque, abstract landscape of the Silver Country, warped as though painted by a child’s erratic brush, materializes through the rain, exuding horrific and sinister power to contaminate the town ruled by the ’Golden Country.’"

"You then see the ’Silver Divine Envoy’ dissolving into an indescribable shadow, bathed in lightning, inch by inch breaking past the fragile new laws of the ’Wind Bell Town’s Law Book’—as if the storm god of wind and thunder had descended—steadily advancing toward that twisted lifeform made of sludge and tangled tentacles."

"Warily, you fret over the possibility of your little tampering being discovered by the ’Golden Country’s Divine Envoy.’"

"But clearly, you’re overthinking it."

"The way you twisted the ’Wind Bell Town’s Law Book’ was so covert. That Law Enforcer of the True Court, the Swordman of Order, merely sensed that the newly established laws had been gravely weakened. But they mistakenly assumed it to be the interference of some elevated power from the ’Silver Country.’"

"After all, who would ever consider the possibility of there being two copies of the [Wind Bell Town’s Law Book] in existence?"

"However, staring directly at the manifesting ’Silver Country’ within the storm, your body begins to exhibit grotesque mutations. Gills appear on your cheeks; your mind suffers contamination, and you feel an instinctive closeness to the ocean."

"You resist the sensation of your brain turning to mush."

"With your last shred of clarity, you gaze at the sky."

"The ’Silver Divine Envoy’ has broken free from their disadvantage, leveraging the unknown power of the manifested ’Silver Country’ amidst the storm to engage the ’Golden Divine Envoy’ in an even more brutal clash."

"The carnage intensifies."

"The shadowy, three-meter-tall lightning-clad figure tears apart half the sludge-filled body, crushing three writhing tentacles oozing sticky liquid."

"The sludge-and-tentacle monstrosity issues a sharp, horrific screech—so maddening it makes you want to claw at your ears—and rips off the shadow’s right arm in retaliation."

"Blood, wails, filth, terror—all crash onto the land in an instant."

"Order, lightning, storm, law; authority and symbolism violently collide."

"Even as your flesh and mind suffer contamination, you can’t help but grin at the sight, muttering... ’With things this brutal, aren’t you two going to annihilate each other this time?’"

"You are caught in the ripples of the law’s power and face punishment from the Order domain: beheading, hanging, heart gouging—you die an agonizing death."

"You’re dead."

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The method of altering the ’laws’ worked.

Yang Qizhou was even more energized. Were it not for a fear of disturbing the neighbors and being deemed insane, he might’ve howled in celebration.

"Though the game character died, they died with purpose. Their death was weighty as a mountain, invaluable, glorious, and grandiose. Hahaha, absolutely ingenious."

"Judging by the current progression, those two jerks are almost guaranteed to end in mutual destruction."

"[Silver Holy Object] and [Wind Bell Town’s Law Book], don’t worry. You’ll soon belong to me."

Excitement burned brighter as Yang Qizhou thought more.

No more respawns? No problem. Buy one then—it’s just 100 Old Sacrifices. With his deep reserves, what’s the big deal?

Today, those two jerks were definitely not getting out alive.

Taking a couple more sips of iced cola, Yang Qizhou managed to calm down, eventually recalling something important.

"There are a few taboos about the Old Lands. Never stare at the sun, don’t dwell in darkness too long, dreams bring peril, storms harbor terror... The destruction of Dark Mist Town began with a storm... But what exactly is the terror within the storm? No one has provided a clear answer so far."

"And yet, this latest text seems to hint that when storms arise, the ’Silver Country’s’ landscape, absurdly off-kilter like a child’s chaotic scribbles, also manifests within the storm."

"Could it be that..."

"The terror within the storm is connected to this nation ruled by the ’Wind Lord’ and ’Order Lord’?"

Though a theory emerged, Yang Qizhou lacked sufficient evidence to draw any firm conclusion.

It was a mystery that, sooner or later, would be unveiled.

The notion flashed across his mind, but soon after, Yang Qizhou refocused on his phone. The battle between the ’Silver Divine Envoy’ and the ’Golden Divine Envoy’ was reaching its climax. The outcome would soon be determined; that was the only thing that truly mattered now.

Back to the game, back to the game.

As his fingers tapped the screen, the text refreshed yet again...

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"You used the [Destiny Fire Bottle]. The flames of Destiny Power once again surged, rewriting your death."

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

"You activated the effect of the [Hidden God’s Clothes], entering a Hidden State..."

"The ’Silver Divine Envoy’ and ’Golden Divine Envoy,’ engaged in their fierce battle, failed to notice your presence."

"Not daring to let your guard down, you tread with even more caution, fully aware of how terrifying the power surges from the Divine Envoys’ clash could be. A single misstep could leave you contaminated by strange forces."

"Though you’ve grown accustomed to dying, you’d still rather not die, if you can help it."

"Carefully, you observe the battlefield."

"You see that after a bloody conflict, both ’Divine Envoys’ have sustained varying degrees of serious injuries. Blood, filth, and howls engulf the entirety of ’Wind Bell Town.’ Perhaps soon, one of them will fall."

"You realize that the ’Golden Country’s Divine Envoy,’ aided by the ’Wind Bell Town’s Law Book,’ has a power level clearly surpassing that of the ’Silver Country’s Divine Envoy.’"

"The [Scale of Victory] tilts once more in favor of the sludge-and-tentacle monstrosity."

"Without hesitation, you take out your [Wind Bell Town’s Law Book] and, by modifying ’a word or two,’ distort the new laws of the ’Golden Country’s Divine Envoy’ once again."

"The ’Silver Country’s Divine Envoy’ seizes the advantage once more."

"Like this,"

"Whenever the ’Silver Divine Envoy’ shows signs of falling behind, you subtly sabotage the ’Golden Divine Envoy,’ ensuring the balance of power remains equal."

"Time flows on..."

"Finally..."

"You hear the ’Silver Divine Envoy’ let out a piercing cry. It says... ’Cursed wretch! If you insist on protecting the despicable thief who took the [Silver Holy Object], then let’s perish together.’"

"You watch as the three-meter-tall, lightning-wreathed figure lunges ferociously at the twisted mass of flesh and tentacles."

"With the final clash of authority, concepts, and symbols, along with their blood and flesh, the bodies of the ’Golden Country’s Divine Envoy’ and the ’Silver Country’s Divine Envoy’ collapse simultaneously."

"You see the ’Golden Country’s Divine Envoy’ staring with golden eyes full of confusion as they fall, as if silently asking... ’What despicable thief? Who am I protecting? Weren’t you the one who started this in the first place?’"

"You can’t help but feel sorry for the Golden Divine Envoy, thinking, ’Dying without ever knowing why... what a pitiful fate.’"

"You see ’Wind Bell Town’ also crumble in the aftershocks of the Divine Envoys’ collapse."

"You are caught in the destruction."

"You die once again."

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"This game character is seriously lacking in ethics." Staring at the final line of text, Yang Qizhou rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

To be fair, it was a bit underhanded,

The Divine Envoys bore the brunt of the disaster; behind their backs, they were being played for fools. And in the end, one of them didn’t even know why they died. If the saying "three feet above there are gods watching" is true, someone should be sending down lightning bolts right about now.

That said...

Yang Qizhou grinned so wide it practically split his face. "If I don’t trap you all to death, how else would I benefit, huh?"

"Silver Divine Envoy, Golden Divine Envoy, I will forever remember your outstanding contributions to the rise of the game character to the Supreme Throne. On every holiday, I’ll light two incense sticks for you both,"

"Probably, maybe, I won’t forget."

"Hahaha."

The next part of the plot was, naturally, the spoils of war. With Wind Bell Town in ruins, the quasi-legendary item [Wind Bell Town’s Law Book], which had been collecting dust in his inventory, was finally ready for use. With the ’Silver Divine Envoy’ now dead, the [Silver Holy Object] could also be wielded without fear.

And those were just appetizers,

The real feast... was, of course, the universally beloved corpse-looting session. These two jerks were high-ranking Divine Envoys; surely they’d drop some good loot, right?

"In another life on the Old Lands, I’ll probably become a great corpse-loot sentinel."

"Onward, onward."

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"You purchased a [Destiny Fire Bottle]. The flames of Destiny Power roared back to life, rewriting your death."

"You opened your eyes once more, amid the ruins of Wind Bell Town."