Why does this text always feel like it’s cursing soone? Yang Qizhou gritted his teeth.
The ga continued.
"Before you could respond, a phantasmal purple ocean surged from an ineffable unknown place, engulfing most of the gray haze in an instant. A ’Invisible Eye’ surrounded by countless pitch-black, eerie trees suddenly opened, and its gaze landed upon you."
"You heard another magical whisper... You cannot enter."
"Having shepherded four gods and finally gained so strength so as not to rely solely on cheats, the explorer, once again, faces a crossroads of destiny."
"So, do you choose to listen to the whispers within the ancient castle, step inside, and demand back your face?"
"Or will you trust this eye surrounded by countless ’Mother Trees’?"
"Make your choice."
Holy crap,
The last save point was overwritten?
Yang Qizhou’s smile froze instantly, and his heart sank.
On one side is the bizarre horror ford by the resurrecting corpse of the ’Beautiful Wizard King’; on the other side is the hindrance caused by the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility.’ Neither choice seems remotely favorable, especially the latter—back at the ’Polluted Mountain Edge,’ the ga character almost fell into its trap, almost becoming a "male mother."
Yang Qizhou quickly made a decision:
Compared to the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility,’ he was more willing to trust the forr. After all, the ’Beautiful Wizard King’ was a blasphemous wizard from the end of the Third Era, and the ga character, burdened with ’destiny,’ seed to be deeply linked to the ’Lord of Blasphemy.’ The relationship between the two appeared far closer. Not to ntion that the Evil God belonging to the ’Dream Realm’ had tried more than once to capture the ga character.
The ga continued.
"The unexpected arrival of the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ utterly surprised you."
"Compared to the one who had shown outright malice towards you multiple tis, and even attempted to capture you so you could bear a child, you trusted the ’Beautiful Wizard King,’ who was also a ’blasphemous wizard.’"
"You hesitated no longer and stepped into the ancient castle."
"Walking into the grand hall, you passed a mirror and saw a faceless visage reflected within."
"You look horrendous right now."
"You couldn’t help but comnt sarcastically."
"You pressed forward, quickly ascending to the second floor and spotting a deep, winding hallway."
"At the foot of the staircase, you encountered a figure clad in a butler’s uniform, faceless, standing rigidly with crossed arms. Even without visible features, the figure sohow managed to speak and asked, ’Do you think this body is beautiful?’"
"Are we doing this again?"
"This ti, you didn’t dare rush to kill the butler like slicing through a fruit, fearing it might represent another part of yourself."
"You ignored the figure entirely and strode past."
"Your reasoning was simple: you couldn’t kill it, answering its questions might trigger so strange, supernatural effect leading to misfortune, so ignoring it seed the safest option."
"You pressed onward,"
"Quickly, the butler reappeared, asking the sa question: ’Do you think this body is beautiful?’"
"What a lunatic."
"You glared at it bitterly and walked past once more."
"Then a third ti, a fourth, a fifth..."
"The sa event repeated countless tis; you couldn’t escape this endless loop."
"Thus, you realized: unless you answered the butler’s question, you could not reach the ’Beautiful Wizard King’s burial site.’"
"You pondered seriously for a mont."
"You answered, ’I think my body is already very ’beautiful.’"
"You saw the faceless visage of the butler begin to writhe; flesh bubbled forth, eventually forming features identical to your own."
"It said... ’I think so too.’"
"Suddenly, the butler shattered like a mirror struck by a hamr, fragnts scattering before vanishing entirely."
"At that mont, your face began to itch terribly, as though countless maggots were wriggling within your flesh. Lost features gradually regrew."
"Rushing downstairs to the mirror in the grand hall, you confird your previously vanished face had indeed restored itself."
"You..."
Reading this section of text, Yang Qizhou found himself unable to form complaints.
Indeed, when you ask for a face, it’s given.
Fortunately, the choice this ti seed correct. The resurrecting ’Beautiful Wizard King’ showed little hostility toward the ga character. The prior eerie and terrifying phenona might rely have been manifestations of its power during the revival process.
Yet one thing remained puzzling:
Why had the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ descended here?
Considering both gods embodied the concept of ’beauty,’ wouldn’t the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ instinctively hide from the power, authority, and symbolic dominance of a wizard king with ’Pillar Level’ status? Why had she voluntarily appeared?
Could it be the influence of the ’Dream Realm Sovereign’ at play?
Unable to figure it out, Yang Qizhou temporarily dismissed the thoughts, refocusing on the unfolding storyline. He mused, "Even the ’Hidden Itas’ supplied great benefits to the ga character; as another ’Wizard King,’ ’Beauty’ should be equally generous, right?"
With that thought, he grew excited.
The ga continued.
"Indeed, the sense of continuity felt wonderful; you couldn’t resist marveling internally."
"Ascending the staircase again to the second floor, you ventured deep into the seemingly endless hallway, anticipating the mont of your eting with the ’Beautiful Wizard King.’"
"You moved forward,"
"You continued onward."
"This ti, the looping cycle did not reoccur. Smoothly, you reached the end, where a slightly ajar door awaited."
"You heard whispers brimming with power in your ears... Co in, end-of-the-line ’wizard,’ I have waited so very long for you. I shall bestow upon you all the beauty of this world."
"Was it an illusion? You felt your head growing heavy."
"Rigidly, you pushed the door open."
"Inside, you found walls woven from countless twisted, grotesque entities: female faces, long legs, radiant gemstones, shining stars, alluring lodies, as if embodying every essence of ’beauty’ in the universe."
"Your foot slipped, and your body began to plumt endlessly."
"What’s happening?"
"Panic overwheld you as you frantically employed all available ans—invoking powers of ’God of Victory,’ ’Iron Blood God,’ ’Demon Lord,’ ’Hidden Light,’ and harnessing various high-position divine artifacts and ancient objects."
"Unexpectedly... none responded. No matter how you drove them, they remained silent."
"Suddenly,"
"You saw a silhouette approaching from above—if it could still be called a human."
"As the shape beca clearer,"
"Your head erupted in unbearable pain, as though glue was poured in, while iron rods twisted and churned inside. The agony was insane, the horror unimaginable."
"Through the growing madness, faint ravings reached you..."
"Destiny... Who are you... Who am I... Why do I... so desperately want... to kill you."
"You glimpsed an indescribable entity. Flesh distorted, your soul fractured, your mind descended into madness, and death irreversibly consud you."
"You activated the ’Destiny Fire Bottle.’"
"You revived."
"Observing the indescribable entity once more, your flesh distorted again, your soul fractured, madness consud your mind irreversibly, and you died anew."
"You activated the ’Destiny Fire Bottle.’"
"You died, you died, you died, you died..."
"You revived, you revived, you revived, you revived..."
"You activated the False Road Marker."
"You couldn’t escape."
"You activated the False Road Marker."
"You couldn’t escape."
"You were dead."
"You revived again."
Yang Qizhou was consud by overwhelming dread.
The ’Deceit World’ seed afflicted by a logical error, escalating into a ’BUG’ where the text refreshed at ten lines per second. The seemingly inexhaustible ’Destiny Fire Bottle’ was visibly draining at an alarming speed. To be safe, he imdiately bought 300 more bottles, yet at the current rate of the ga character’s deaths, survival beyond a minute seed impossible.
In this mont, Yang Qizhou genuinely felt the grasp of death...
"It seems the only option now is to use the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ to restart the destiny tiline. Even if it ans being captured by the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ and fathering her a child, that’s better than mysteriously dying here." Having abandoned all thoughts of "exploiting the Destiny Store," Yang Qizhou dared not waste another second, lest reality itself snatch him along with the ga character. He swiftly carried out the corresponding operation.
Shortly after, the crow’s caw echoed throughout his mind.
The ga continued.
"You invoked the power of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune.’"
"As crow caws reverberated in your mind, the scenery before you twisted, blurred, and shattered..."
"When you opened your eyes again, you had returned to the mont of your previous choice. The surreal purple ocean still surged mightily, the towering gaze of the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ blinked, and whispers emanating from the ancient castle urged you to step inside."
"In that instant,"
"You collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, terror etched into every corner of your eyes."
"’Beauty’ has gone mad..."
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