Yang Qizhou was shocked for ten thousand years.
"The ’Harvest Goddess’ actually wants to have a child with the ga character. What kind of wolfish words are these? Her affection level must truly be maxed out."
Scrolling further up the text, Yang Qizhou finally figured out what was going on.
"Haha, so that’s how it is."
"The ’Harvest Goddess’ has never freed herself from divine pollution, nor has she ever returned to normal. She was polluted by the ’Desolate Mother’ and is already completely insane."
"The most terrifying kind of lunatic is the one who others can’t tell is insane."
"Being targeted by this kind of goddess, who proactively seeks to have a child with you—how incredibly unlucky."
"A mont of silence for the ga character."
That’s what he said, but Yang Qizhou didn’t spend even a second mourning the ga character, as he was engrossed in another, far grander vision.
Exploiting the ’Destiny Store’...
From the description in the text, the ga character obviously planned to utilize the ability of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ to load back to the last mont a choice was made. Yang Qizhou certainly wasn’t going to let this freebie slip away.
But what should he choose?
Opening the ’Destiny Store,’ after carefully observing it for a mont, Yang Qizhou quickly ford a plan in his mind.
Spend all 8000 Old Sacrifices to purchase ’Destiny Fire Bottles.’
"In the worldview of the 『Deceit World』, even gods can fall, even the sky can decay. Gods die as easily as turning a page, towns vanish just as suddenly, and let alone the players—on this land haunted by the Old Ones, even breathing is considered a sin; a single unlucky step forward would lead to death."
"Players only have three revival opportunities per day, which greatly restricts the progression of the ga’s plot."
"Therefore,"
"Compared to other items in the ’Destiny Store,’ the ’Destiny Fire Bottles’ are clearly more beloved by players and sell better overall."
Yang Qizhou wasn’t buying ’Destiny Fire Bottles’ for personal use, nor could he use so many anyway. His one reason for buying them all was just to sell them at the ’Destiny Exchange.’
At the frequency of gaining a freebie with every use of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ achieving initial wealth accumulation in a very short ti shouldn’t be a problem.
With the operation complete, 80 ’Destiny Fire Bottles’ were quickly acquired, and counting the four previously used, the current bottle count was: 86.
"The ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ eternal god..."
Shouting triumphantly in his mind, Yang Qizhou then refocused his attention on the ga.
...
...
"Your crotch tightens abruptly, shocked and chilled to the bone, as you feel like ten thousand galloping horses are roaring through your mind."
"Actually, you don’t mind soone wanting to bear your child. In fact, you even fantasized about things too indecent for words with Lena. But the key issue now is that the current ’Harvest Goddess’ is way too ugly—goat face, goat horns, and standing ten ters tall. How is this supposed to work?"
"It should be the ’Desolate Mother,’ yes, definitely—it matches the image worshiped by the six-faced monstrosity believers in ’Dark Mist Town’ way too closely. No wonder the ’Harvest Goddess’ kept herself hidden within shimring light; as it turns out, She’s already completely mad."
"You remain calm."
"The cawing of crows echoes in your mind."
"The world line is about to restart. You’re not about to let this rare freebie escape, so you shout loudly: ’What kind of Evil God is the Desolate Mother, anyway?’"
"You see the ’Harvest Goddess’ freeze in place, her expression first showing confusion, then terror, and finally madness."
"Her body begins twisting, her mouth incessantly emitting unknown and profoundly horrifying polluted ravings, intermixed with her frantic declarations... Desolate Mother, Desolate Mother, Desolate Mother—yes, She is the origin of millions of lives, She is the Nest of the Nest, She is the ruler of yin power, and I am the lamb embedded within Her embryo; I am the offspring of Her bloodline. That is not corruption—it’s salvation, it’s hope, it’s the liberation from the Ancient Gods’ curse."
"Hahaha, hahaha, so that’s how it is, that’s how it is! I’ve never been insane. No, it’s not that I’ve never been insane—it’s that I’ve never been insane after encountering the ’Mother.’"
"Before that, I had always been mad."
"Let bear your child, explorer. Let bear your child. Our child will certainly receive redemption from the ’Desolate Mother.’"
"You see epheral, polluted waves surging from behind the ’Harvest Goddess,’ as if amniotic fluid within a womb attempting to drown you."
"Of course, you won’t let the ’Harvest Goddess’ succeed."
"You grin widely and, just as the epheral tide is about to wash over you, you use the final activation of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ for the day."
"The scenery before your eyes rapidly twists, blurs, and shatters."
"Seeing the ’Harvest Goddess’ desperately longing face, you wag your finger and say... Forget about . I am the man you will never obtain."
"The scene in front of you completely shatters."
"You reopen your eyes in Asgard’s ’Heroic Spirit Hall.’"
...
...
Stretching lazily, Yang Qizhou didn’t continue refreshing the text but glanced at the ti.
o’clock at night.
In another hour, the three revival chances and five save reloads would reset.
"The ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’’s uses are exhausted. If I keep pushing the storyline and reach a mont requiring a decision, there’ll be no way to save and reload. If I make the wrong choice, the storyline leading to the perfect ending might deviate."
"There’s an hour left."
"Yeah, I’ll take a shower first, and grab so of ’Little Bean’s’ snacks to snack on while waiting for the save-reload counter to reset, then continue the ga."
The rented apartnt’s anities were pretty complete, and of course, it had a water heater. Yang Qizhou luxuriated in a hot shower, then turned on the air conditioner to blow cool air, feeling like this was sheer paradise.
Bored, Yang Qizhou casually opened the ’Secret Cultivation Society’’s chat group.
He imdiately saw this ssage:
Secret Cultivator (group owner): The current storyline has run into trouble. We need a mber to assist. Rabbit and I will use the ’Destiny Chain.’ Is anyone available right now?
The Secret Cultivator and Rabbit playing the ga together? It’s not past midnight yet, so the revival counts haven’t reset?
Yang Qizhou furrowed his brows for a mont, then quickly relaxed, muttering to himself, "The Secret Cultivator isn’t far along in the ga progress, but they likely have plenty of Old Sacrifices to spare, enough to buy sufficient Destiny Fire Bottles. Sa for Rabbit—though she acts like a bootlicker in the group, who knows her true nature."
Curiosity bubbled up in Yang Qizhou’s mind.
Rabbit had posted her commission around 10 PM, and then the Secret Cultivator joined shortly after. An hour of gaplay had already passed. Text-adventure gas are notoriously ti-intensive, and even an hour of playti can push the storyline to extrely dramatic points—assuming there are enough revival chances available, of course.
Rabbit and the Secret Cultivator must’ve been incredibly lucky—how many tis could they have avoided dying in an hour of gaplay?
Soon, soone in the group replied.
White Deer (mber): We’re out of Destiny Fire Bottles for now. Gotta wait past midnight until the revival count refreshes to continue the ga.
Secret Cultivator (group owner): All right.
Yang Qizhou skimd the chat without any intention of getting involved. With the ’lucky coin’ already secured, next ca the storyline for him to transition into a ’Wizard.’ He definitely didn’t want any delays affecting that.
He idly browsed through so videos, and before he knew it, midnight had arrived.
The protective flas reignited, the ominous caws of pitch-black crows echoed within his mind, and the three revival chances and five save-reloads had now reset.
"Hahaha, Wizard, here I co."
...
...
"You reopen your eyes once more in Asgard’s ’Heroic Spirit Hall,’"
"Reflecting on the events of the last fate line, you’re both apprehensive and curious... How, exactly, would the ’Harvest Goddess’ attempt to conceive a child with you? It’s quite an intriguing thought."
"While your thoughts continue to wander, a familiar voice calls out—it’s the ’Harvest Goddess.’"
"Just like in the previous fate line, the ’Harvest Goddess’ extends a heartfelt invitation to visit Her ’divine realm.’"
"Having been left with a bad experience from the last fate line, and cultivating a shadow of fear regarding the word ’goddess,’ the explorer finds himself at yet another fork in his fate."
"Will you choose to accept the invitation from the ’Harvest Goddess’ again, and sample the delights of an Evil God?"
"Or will you take the risk of offending the ’Harvest Goddess’ and the Desolate Mother behind Her, find an excuse to leave, and imdiately escape Her sight by activating the[Hidden God’s Clothes]effect?"
"Make your choice."
Is there even a choice? Obviously, ’Two.’ Evil God’s delight—that’s sothing only a lunatic would want to taste.
Yang Qizhou quickly made his decision.
The text continued refreshing.
"Naturally, you wouldn’t accept the ’Harvest Goddess’’s invitation. After all, that exalted figure bathed in shimring light turns out to have such a twisted and horrifying true appearance that just glancing at it would leave you with lasting trauma."
"Glancing into the depths of the Heroic Spirit Hall, you quickly ford a plan in your mind, then sincerely told the ’Harvest Goddess’... ’You are the god who rules over "Harvest." To be invited by You is the greatest honor—I could never refuse. However, there is an elder within the "Heroic Spirit Hall" who is a close friend of mine, and I wish to greet Them briefly.’"
"’An elder?’"
"The ’Harvest Goddess’’s voice contained doubt, but She soon recognized sothing and seed sowhat cautious. She did not stop you but rely warned... ’Do not waste too much ti.’"
"You proceeded toward the Heroic Spirit Hall, taking advantage of a corner to instantly activate the effect of the ’Hidden God’s Clothes’ and dashed madly outward."
"Not long afterward, you distinctly heard wildly twisted, maniacal screams—it was the ’Harvest Goddess,’ accompanied by the faint sound of countless green plants growing in frenzy."
"Looking back at the ’Heroic Spirit Hall,’ you seed to see that elderly man with silver whiskers smiling and nodding."
"You grinned slightly and then activated the ’Ti-Space Gate’ function."
"You returned to the ’Truth Hall.’"
"With only one thought left in your heart... Finally, it’s ti to beco a ’Wizard.’"
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