Wat Cranston and Frieda Hesse entered the "Dream Kingdom," where the frozen ti and space of Hellfire Avenue were about to recover.
Before everything beca vivid, Tang Qi took one last look at the place.
The corpses strewn across the ground, or the two portals leading to the "Morphed Kingdom" and the "Rotten Universe," failed to catch Tang Qi’s attention.
Both organizations had interacted more than once. Even before the arrival of the God of Deformity and the Rotten Father God, soone as old and perverted as the "Second Rotten Head" couldn’t provoke even a hint of caution in Tang Qi’s mind.
What truly caught Tang Qi’s eye was that "Human Evil Ghost."
It’s unbelievable, but that was indeed an ordinary Origin Star Human.
His body and bloodline showed no issues. The only exception was... the soul.
Just as Tang Qi was about to look away, a highly unique information fragnt slowly burst into his mind.
From a soul that was extrely chaotic and twisted, he seed to be forever laughing madly. Regardless of his location, that chaotic and disordered aura spread like a deadly virus, polluting the world around him.
The level of that power aura was in no way inferior to Dream Divinity.
"Extraordinary Creatures: Human Evil Ghost, a human chosen by the ’Power of Chaos,’ his soul is in the process of transforming..."
Within the Tower, watching the fragnt flow by, Tang Qi’s eyes flashed with surprise.
At the sa ti, he changed one of his previous decisions.
Holding the Book of Nothingness, Tang Qi spoke in a determined yet vague tone, as if he were a mystic.
"The battle between the Son of Justice and the Son of Chaos? The Fate Goddess really is a bitch."
As soon as Tang Qi spoke, the Sad Frog Faque crouched at his feet, interpreting Tang Qi’s prophecy in a peculiar way.
The shadow of the Beckfast Chair as its body, it can naturally spy on any scene it wishes and so hidden knowledge.
The ever-tear-filled eye bags trembled twice, and the frog spoke in its usual annoying tone:
"New master, you finally share a consensus with Faque. In this boundless mystery, there’s no one who enjoys manipulating the world more than that bitch, not even the God of Mischief."
"Of course, your change of heart not to eliminate this so-called Human Evil Ghost is probably because the current new master is far from capable of eliminating ’Chaotic Divinity,’ that fortunate human belongs neither to the God of Deformity nor to the Rotten Universe."
"His soul belongs to the God of Chaos."
"Tsk tsk, indeed the Origin Star; once this mysterious and beautiful planet reintegrates into the boundless mystery, all gods will turn their gaze and play their chess."
"You are still too weak, new master, Faque worries about you."
...
Faced with the Sad Frog’s baring of secrets, Tang Qi bluntly said, "Shut up, Faque."
"Yes, master!"
The Beckfast Chair promptly agreed, having figured out the pattern for avoiding punishnt.
"Annoy the master once a day, but no more, lest it leads to punishnt."
"Faque can tolerate, can hold back."
The hidden secrets it glimpsed were indeed mostly correct, as Tang Qi decided not to eliminate the Human Evil Ghost.
The reason, besides giving Wat Cranston a personal chance for revenge,
was more deeply rooted in the "Chaotic Divinity" within the depths of the ghost’s soul, akin to the "Origin of Misfortune" that once parasitized Sally, a divine power of extrely high level.
Tang Qi could eliminate it by devouring the evil ghost into the Dream Kingdom and absorbing that bit of Chaotic Divinity. In an instant, he could kill the ghost, but the foreseeable consequences: the Dream Kingdom would fall into chaos, and Chaos Spores would erupt wildly, forcing Tang Qi’s power into a recession.
With this thought, Tang Qi withdrew his gaze.
As the last light disappeared, Hellfire Avenue was restored.
Opening his arms, the "Human Evil Ghost," who was making a choice, almost imdiately sensed the oddity.
He suddenly lowered his head, the rainwater mixed with blood covering the ground, nothing left but a Spirit-removing Bullet.
Wat Cranston, the "Earthly God" he defeated and tornted with his own hands, and the poor Frieda Hesse had both vanished.
This bizarre scene left the Human Evil Ghost montarily stunned.
But soon, his shoulders began to tremble, laughter of ambiguous aning emanating from beneath the "Evil Ghost Mask."
His drooping arms were raised high again, but not for the two transcendent gates as if he had discovered sothing interesting once more.
He began to dance, performing an infinitely passionate yet bizarre "Tap Dance" in the rain and bloody water. The dramatic voice echoed in the center of Hellfire Avenue.
"Oh, Wat, my Wat, will the incomplete, ugly, incompetent Son of Justice finally receive a mask of his own... Co back, co back quickly, your ntor awaits your return. When that mont arrives, will you ridicule ... or embrace ?"
"My soul is cheering, hahaha..."
On Hellfire Avenue, the ecstatic ntor’s cheers went unnoticed except by the unwilling police forced to watch.
At this mont, within the Dream Kingdom, Stan Duplessi and others watched with anticipation and excitent as two Light Balls flew into the kingdom.
One of them was the poor Frieda Hesse, flying straight toward the Dream Natives.
As the Sovereign, Tang Qi wielding the power of Divine Authority to resurrect the spirit dium who had just died seconds ago, whose soul had not yet departed, clearly wouldn’t be too difficult a task.
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