WTNL Chapter 64.2

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Chapter 64.2: Good and dedicated leader of the evil sect

“There’s no other way.”

Wang Hanyu turned around and said in a low voice to Gao Chengxin, “In this current situation, three people must be sacrificed. Right now, we still hold a little bit of decision-making power. If we keep dragging this on, who knows whose names will be written on the yellow paper.”

He raised his eyes, looked around the room, and said:

“Don’t forget, our competitors also include the Black faction. If they really complete the mission before us, all 23 of us in the Red faction will die! Sacrificing three people to save the remaining twenty lives is worth it no matter how you look at it.”

Wang Hanyu took the lead and stepped forward.

He leaned down, picked up the brush, soaked it in cinnabar, and began to write on the yellow paper.

Soon, he set down the brush, turned his head to look at the rest of the crowd: “This is for the collective benefit of all of us.”

On the other side.

Chen Mo and three other streamers were walking down the corridor together.

During the chase just now, they accidentally got separated from their squad and were now trying to find their way back.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, his index finger and thumb subconsciously rubbing together. He gritted his teeth, inexplicably getting a craving for a cigarette.

Although he and the squad got separated a little over ten minutes ago, he had been separated from Wang Hanyu shortly after entering the mirror world.

At that time, they found the Soul-Locking Urn in 1304 and were then dragged into the mirror by the monster.

After he used an item to leave the mirror world, he was separated from Wang Hanyu, only meeting him again during that melee just now. Then came the instance’s mutation and faction assignment.

Discovering they were all assigned to the Red faction, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn’t want to draw swords against his teammates.

However, what happened next was completely unexpected to him.

The Red faction needed to decide on a course of action for what was to come. Wang Hanyu seemed to know some information he didn’t. He believed the entire thing was orchestrated by the Black faction streamer on the other side. Thus, he proposed that everyone go find a Red faction member who had been helping the Black faction streamer all along and torture the whereabouts of the Black faction streamer out of him.

He was trying to use a confrontational faction battle approach to fight this non-confrontational faction battle.

That is, completely annihilating the Black faction streamers.

Chen Mo strongly disagreed with this.

Since this was a non-confrontational faction battle, they should follow the rules and complete the main mission before the other side, instead of initiating a one-sided encirclement and suppression.

This wasn’t because Chen Mo had high moral standards.

Chen Mo’s rank was C+, and he was only a few live streams away from reaching B-.

Although he was only half a rank higher than Wang Hanyu, the number of instances he had entered was far greater. Based on experience, in this kind of faction instance, the power between various forces was usually balanced, and a one-sided crushing situation would absolutely never occur.

However, in this instance, the number of people in the Red faction was 23, while the number in the Black faction was 1.

This point made Chen Mo vigilant.

The other party definitely had some trump cards they didn’t know about; otherwise, the instance wouldn’t make such an absurd number allocation.

But Wang Hanyu was extremely obsessed with his plan and completely turned a deaf ear to his persuasion.

Under such a dispute, the Red faction split into two squads. One group followed Wang Hanyu’s confrontational route, while only a few streamers chose to go with Chen Mo to complete the main mission.

His teammate’s paranoia and emotional volatility deeply disappointed Chen Mo.

He and Wang Hanyu belonged to the same small guild. This guild was very small in scale, with only six members in total, all of whom got to know each other only after entering Nightmare.

He was the President, and Wang Hanyu was the Vice President. But as the guild’s ranking rose, differences gradually emerged between the two.

Instances below A-rank restricted the number of people in a streamer squad. But in instances above A-rank—S-rank, SS-rank, SSS-rank—these restrictions on the number of people in a streamer squad would be greatly relaxed.

In these instances, if backed by a powerful guild, the difficulty of clearing the level would be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Wang Hanyu had constantly been persuading Chen Mo, trying to get him to hand over their small guild to be merged into a larger one. But Chen Mo consistently refused.

The differences gradually grew until, in this instance, it had reached a point where it could absolutely no longer be ignored.

Chen Mo took a flat cigarette case out of his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and clamped it between his teeth.

He wasn’t an idiot; he could feel the change in the other party’s attitude.

Since entering this instance, every decision Wang Hanyu made ran contrary to his own. Although they could barely reach an agreement before, on many crucial issues, even if Wang Hanyu was reluctant, he would still ultimately follow the decision of the President, which was him.

But…

Clearly, the other party was no longer prepared to maintain this superficial obedience.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, the bitter smell of tobacco slowly spreading across his tongue.

He took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth and sighed.

It seemed that after this instance ended, they needed to have a good talk about their future development.

The empty corridor echoed with the footsteps of the few people. However, for some reason, Chen Mo felt exceptionally restless, as if something was constantly peeking at him from behind, making his hair stand on end.

Chen Mo stopped walking, frowning as he looked around.

His gaze halted at a corner of the corridor.

Strange.

Was there… a mirror here before?

The blurry mirror surface reflected Chen Mo’s figure. The red light overhead had dimmed at some point. A strong sense of crisis swelled within Chen Mo, and he slowly backed away—

But it was all too late.

A pair of paper arms reached out from within the mirror, tightly grabbing Chen Mo’s ankles, and then violently dragged him into the mirror!!

No—

Chen Mo’s pupils constricted, but his entire body lost all strength in an instant, and he could only be forcibly yanked into the mirror!

A world-spinning sensation struck.

When he opened his eyes again, Chen Mo found that he had tumbled into a space very similar to the outside, yet different in every aspect. The corridors in the distance intertwined with each other. In the darkness, countless paper figurines could be faintly seen standing rigidly in the rooms, their deathly pale, smiling faces staring straight at him.

Not far away stood the other two streamers.

They also looked equally bewildered and at a loss.

Chen Mo stood up. Before he had time to say anything, an old voice came from above: “Congratulations on obtaining the opportunity to return to the embrace of the Bodhisattva. By voluntarily offering your faith and lives, the Bodhisattva will surely be grateful for your piety and sacrifice.”

“…”

Chen Mo froze, recognizing this as Granny Wen’s voice.

“Wait! What does this mean?” A streamer raised his head somewhat in a panic, screaming in a distorted voice: “What do you mean voluntarily offering?”

Three pieces of yellow paper appeared before their eyes. The scarlet cinnabar handwriting on them looked exceptionally glaring.

“No! This isn’t my handwriting!”

The streamer’s eyes widened in disbelief: “This, this is—”

Chen Mo felt his heart being squeezed hard. An icy, heavy black block sank into his stomach. That familiar handwriting pierced his eyes like needles, churning all his internal organs together.

Yes, this wasn’t his handwriting.

This was…

His teammate’s handwriting.

“Since you are not willing and possess a strong desire to live, then the Bodhisattva, being kind and benevolent, will also give you a chance to save yourselves.” That old voice echoed in his ears.

Clang.

The sound of cold metal colliding rang out in front of them, and three daggers simultaneously fell in front of the three streamers.

“This chance only comes once.”

“Only one person can get it.”

The cold, heavy metal weighed in his palm, reflecting a pale face.

Drip.

Scarlet liquid dripped onto the blade.

This…

Chen Mo froze, subconsciously looking up.

At some unknown point, a Bagua mirror hung overhead. Inside the mirror, a scarlet wall of flesh was squirming, slowly reaching out sticky tentacles.

Clack, clack.

The sound of bones grinding against each other came from afar. Several mirrors, appearing from nowhere, emerged in the darkness. Deathly pale monsters reached their limbs out from the mirrors, and the temperature in the air instantly dropped.

That intense, unfeigned killing intent struck instantly, making everyone’s hair stand on end involuntarily.

“We, want to, change, the rules of the game, a bit.”

A blurred, unnatural voice sounded, echoing intermittently: “Quota, none, you, all have to die.”

The next second, the familiar system voice rang in his ear.

[Congratulations to the streamer for triggering the scene: Chase]

[Scene Countdown: 10:00]

[If HP drop to zero, the streamer dies, and the live broadcast ends.]

[If SAN value drop to zero, the streamer will become part of the instance, and the live broadcast ends.]

[To provide viewers with a better viewing experience, please ensure the live broadcast remains smooth and do not disconnect!]

What???

It was actually a chase!

The streamers were scared out of their wits. They turned around and fled at top speed in the direction away from those monsters!

Chen Mo also snapped back to reality.

Run!

This was the only solution to a chase!

“How is it?” Wang Hanyu paced the room, occasionally turning his head to look in Granny Wen’s direction: “How much longer until the Soul-Locking Urn is finished?”

He frowned: “Can’t you control the mirror world? Can’t you speed up this process a bit?”

Granny Wen lowered her eyes, pinching her prayer beads with wrinkled fingers, muttering under her breath.

“No, I cannot.”

Hearing the other party’s question, she raised those cloudy eyes and looked towards Wang Hanyu:

“The mirror is merely a passage, a door leading to another world. I can open the passage, drag them in, and issue rules to them. But, I cannot control the other things in that world, nor can I interfere with their process of refining each other.”

If she could interfere with this process, there wouldn’t have been a need to trick the streamers into the mirror in the first place.

“So, we just have to wait?” a streamer asked.

“Correct.”

Granny Wen lowered her eyes again and continued chanting scriptures.

Although he received an answer, Wang Hanyu still couldn’t calm down at all.

He took out his phone from his pocket, opened the Nightmare backstage, and stared fixedly at the number ratio of the Red and Black factions, afraid to miss even the slightest change.

The number of people in the Black faction was still 1. The number of people in the Red faction had decreased to 20.

Subtracting the two Red faction members they left in the corridor, one person should have already died in the slaughter inside the mirror.

The passage of time became exceptionally slow, every minute and second a torment.

Wang Hanyu’s eyes stung from staring.

He blinked his somewhat dry eyes. After his vision cleared again, the members of the Red faction had changed once more. This time, the total number had decreased to 19.

In other words, there was only one living person left in that world.

Wang Hanyu heard his heart pounding wildly.

He didn’t know if it was out of nervousness or excitement.

According to Granny Wen’s introduction, after the other two were killed, they would spawn intense feelings of resentment and hatred, gradually perfecting the Soul-Locking Urn. As the Soul-Locking Urn took shape, the third person would be automatically strangled by the resentful energy.

Almost there. The Soul-Locking Urn was about to be finished. Once this main mission was completed, the Red faction would automatically win, and his stumbling block would disappear along with it.

Two birds with one stone, an immense profit.

However, right at this moment, for some reason, a pale face appeared in Wang Hanyu’s mind without warning.

In the dim corridor, one of the other party’s eyes was covered in fresh blood, looking up from below.

His teeth were dyed a glaring red by blood. His lips parted and closed as he said:

“The Tower, upright.”

“Everything of yours will begin to collapse and disintegrate from the deep layers. All the evil deeds you have done in the past will bring retribution upon you.”

Wang Hanyu involuntarily felt his heart skip a beat, uncontrollably tightening his fingers until his knuckles turned white.

…Impossible.

How could that streamer who followed a scammer’s lead know anything about divination? All the people with precognitive Talents were in Oracle. He was just putting on an act to scare him!

That’s all it was!

While his thoughts were running wild, the numbers on the screen jumped again.

Black faction: 1

Red faction: 18

The last person also died!

Wang Hanyu jumped up impatiently and turned to look at Granny Wen: “Is the production of the Soul-Locking Urn finished?”

But unexpectedly, Granny Wen wore a rare expression of solemnity.

She stood up shakily, stared down at the black pottery jar in front of her, her wrinkled lips trembling slightly, and said in an extremely low and venomous voice:

“…No.”

This shouldn’t be happening.

The scarlet wall of flesh squirmed, devouring everything completely.

Chen Mo’s body was already unable to move.

His face was deathly pale, and half of his foot had sunk into the wall of flesh. His entire body slumped in the corner of the wall. He extended pale, bloodstained fingers, slowly pulled out a cigarette, and tremblingly clamped it between his teeth.

A scarlet chain lay across in front of him, barely blocking the tentacles reaching toward him.

“Clack, clack.” The sound of bones grinding against each other came from not far away.

There were three minutes left until the chase ended, but Chen Mo knew he couldn’t hold on for that long.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the health bar overhead.

Although his health was still over 30%, his SAN value had dropped to single digits and were still falling at a rapid speed.

Certain death.

As his SAN value dropped rapidly, double vision appeared before his eyes. Everything became twisted and bizarre. Evil, whispering murmurs rang in his ears. His soul trembled in this indescribable terror, nearly on the verge of madness.

Wet squelching sounds echoed in his ears.

It was as if he was trapped in a monster’s stomach. His limbs were being dissolved by stomach acid, and he could only watch helplessly as his sanity and body were digested together.

Chen Mo forced a slight smile and subconsciously bit down hard on the cigarette filter.

Too bad he didn’t bring a lighter.

Formless fear took root deep in his soul, attempting to break through his skin and grow vines.

He wanted to scream, wanted to tremble, wanted to run away, wanted to reach out and claw his skin open, tearing his mutating internal organs out from deep within his body and throwing them on the ground.

“Tap”, “Tap”, “Tap”.

Amidst a twisted hallucination, the sound of steady, calm footsteps was approaching.

[SAN value: 1%]

The scarlet tentacles beneath his feet moved slowly, gradually pulling away from Chen Mo’s body.

“…?”

What’s… going on…?

What…

Happened?

Chen Mo raised his head blankly, in confusion. He had already lost his ability to think clearly and could only sluggishly lift his face to look toward the source of the sound.

Amidst an array of bizarre and terrifying sights, a slender figure stood out exceptionally clearly.

His figure was like a sharp blade, cleaving through the fresh blood and darkness, wedging straight into his line of sight, bringing an almost burning sense of pain.

The young man’s upper body was bare. His fair skin seemed to glow in the dark, and his entire person was enveloped in an indescribable pale divinity.

Like some holy existence that didn’t belong to this world, descending into this filthy mortal realm without warning.

Against the bloody chaos behind him, those smiling amber eyes seemed incredibly out of place, carrying an intense visual impact that almost made one want to cry.

“Do you want to live?”

Chen Mo involuntarily held his breath, his pupils shrinking slightly.

A human streamer could not change factions.

Only ghosts and monsters could become followers of the Father God. Therefore, even as the Lord of the Evil Church, Wen Jianyan couldn’t preach or increase his flock.

However, when a streamer’s SAN value dropped to a certain level… they would be assimilated by the instance.

Draped in scarlet holy light, the young man smiled faintly. His voice was gentle and bewitching.

Like a devout priest preaching to a believer, or a savior bestowing blessings upon all living beings, he reached out his hand, softly enticing:

“Then believe in my Lord.”

“Those who believe shall be saved.”

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Author’s Note:

Wen Jianyan: Would you like to know about our Father God and Savior?