WTNL Chapter 69

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Chapter 69: Head of believers, head of the sect

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[???]

[!!!!!]

[Even though I know I shouldn’t, I can’t control myself…!! This scene is too sexy, my god!]

[Fuck fuck fuck, what is this situation!]

[And the tattoo equals a name or something… ahhhhhhh I can’t take it; it’s so hot, so hot! Is this something we can watch without paying? Help!]

[Am I the only one who can’t help but kinda want to… ship them!]

[Fuck, wait for me, me too ahhhhhhh! I can’t take it, my emergency social explosion (I’m losing my mind)!]

The man raised his hand, his scarlet tongue darting out to elegantly lick the blood off his fingertips.

“No wonder I was so full of appetite for you.”

He licked the blood clean from the corner of his lips and raised a pair of golden eyes burning with hunger, sizing up the human before him like prey:

“You have a very high-quality soul.”

He smiled silently, his scorching gaze sweeping over the young man before him, and lightly added: “And body.”

“…”

Hearing the other party’s “praise”, Wen Jianyan’s brain couldn’t help but crash for a second. The excuses he had just prepared got stuck in his throat, leaving him temporarily tongue-tied and unable to say a word.

This???

They had only been apart for a short instance, so why did the other party seem… much more of a pervert than last time!

Right at this moment, the somewhat stuttering voice of the wall sounded from not far away:

“Father God, it was him, who liberated us, gave us freedom, and, let us take revenge.” It sounded exceptionally naive and honest, carrying an unquestioning affection and reverence for the human before it:

“He liberated your fragment, allowing you, to awaken.”

Wen Jianyan: “…”

“He is, your agent in the human world, and also brought you, many, many, new believers, and congregation members. Even though he is, a human, he is your, Cult Leader.”

Wen Jianyan: “…………”

I’m begging you.

Stop talking!

“…”

The man narrowed his cold golden eyes, repeating word by word: “Cult Leader.”

“If, you wish, you can examine, my memories—”

Examine memories?!

Do you think I’m not dying fast enough?

Wen Jianyan felt a chill down his spine and hurriedly interrupted the wall’s continuous action of lowering his survival rate:

“Father God!”

The other paused, silently raising his eyes to look over.

Wen Jianyan slowly took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down:

“Actually I…”

The man gently hooked a finger.

Wen Jianyan felt the icy darkness climb up his neck and cheeks like silk, wrapping tightly around him circle after circle, firmly sealing his mouth:

“Mmph, mmph, mmph!”

Wen Jianyan’s eyes widened. He tried hard to make a sound, but could only squeeze out fragmented syllables from his throat.

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[Fuck! The streamer is done for!]

[Ahhhhh the scammer dog is really done for!]

[Oh momma, oh momma! The scammer dog has been muted!]

[Hahahahahahahaha so miserable, really so miserable, but why can’t I stop laughing!]

The man withdrew his gaze and looked up at the wall not far away: “Continue.”

For the next three minutes, Wen Jianyan hung limply against the wall, his eyes vacant as he listened to the wall’s unrestrained praise and veneration of him.

“Yes, yes…”

Whispering voices echoed from all directions.

“The Cult Leader is so good.”

“The Cult Leader said that his words are the Father God’s words. While you were sleeping, he conveyed your will to us.”

“Yes, yes, he said you were sleeping, and apart from ourselves, no one else would come to save us.”

Wen Jianyan: “…”

It’s over.

He’s dead.

He’s really dead this time.

However, during this period of being forcibly muted, Wen Jianyan noticed some details he hadn’t realized before.

This ghost BOSS seemed to be… a little more awake in every instance.

In the first instance, the other party had just awakened, couldn’t communicate, and only “ate” under the control of instinct. His memories were blurred, his reactions chaotic. Although he would react to his lies, he was essentially ignorant.

When they met again in the second instance, the other party’s language skills had gradually become fluent. Although he still lacked a lot of common sense, he could converse and communicate with him.

But this time, the other party’s state was completely different from the previous instances.

His logic was clear, every action had a strong purpose, and he consciously dominated and controlled everything around him. The feeling he gave off was increasingly dangerous and uncontrollable.

Like… a wild beast gradually regaining its rationality.

He had power, and he had intelligence.

The combination of these two points is always the most terrifying.

Although the other party was extremely dangerous in the previous two instances, he hadn’t harbored much vigilance toward this weak human, and didn’t even treat him as an enemy. As long as he operated properly, the BOSS could completely be deceived and manipulated.

But now…

Recalling his actions in the last instance, Wen Jianyan believed that this path was basically blocked.

However, this didn’t mean he had no chance of winning.

Even… quite the opposite.

Only rational beings can be persuaded.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, his amber irises hidden beneath his long eyelashes, a faint light flickering in their depths.

Finally, the surroundings quieted down again.

The dense darkness descended once more, as if isolating all other sounds. The sudden dead silence pulled Wen Jianyan back from his thoughts. His eyelashes fluttered, finally returning to reality. He carefully raised his eyes, sneaking a peek at the evil spirit through the gaps.

Suddenly, the darkness wrapped around Wen Jianyan moved.

Wen Jianyan’s eyes widened, discovering that he was being pulled by the darkness, his entire body floating uncontrollably toward the man.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

He let out muffled groans from his throat that couldn’t form words.

The man’s palm pressed against his waist and abdomen once again, stroking along the already coagulated wound.

Soon, the wound split open again, and scarlet blood slid down the young man’s beautifully firm muscle lines.

The other party’s cold-as-ice fingertips, stained with warm blood, unhurriedly meandered upwards. The scarlet color was smeared across the young man’s firm chest, finally stopping at his slender, graceful neck.

“You are the head of my believers?”

The throat beneath his fingertips was so pale and soft, trembling slightly. Through the thin, warm skin, the rapid beating of a heartbeat could be felt.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.

The strong pulse beat irregularly, fresh and full of vitality.

Under the pressure, the other’s laryngeal prominence trembled slightly unconsciously, rolling flexibly in his palm, bringing a strong itching sensation.

The man lowered his golden eyes. His gaze, full of aggressive desire, fell on the human’s throat, as if he could tear the other’s windpipe open in the next second.

His voice was deep, speaking slowly:

“My Cult Leader?”

“Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph!” Wen Jianyan blinked desperately, mobilizing every movable joint in his body, using body language to show a strong intention to speak.

The young man’s body was full of heat and vitality, bouncing and rubbing, like a disobedient fish, sparing no effort to display a strong life force outward.

“…”

The man’s golden eyes involuntarily darkened a bit.

He raised his finger again as if bestowing a favor.

The next second, Wen Jianyan felt all the restraints on his body disappear in an instant. The darkness wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and lips dissipated.

He suddenly lost his weightlessness and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wen Jianyan pressed his throat and coughed violently, feeling as if his heart and lungs were tearing.

In the pitch-black space, apart from the sound of his coughing, there was only a dead silence.

Finally, slowly, the young man’s coughing stopped.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and looked up at the man in front of him: “That’s right.”

Because of the violent coughing just now, his voice was still a bit hoarse, with a gravelly texture: “I am indeed the head of your believers, the master of your cult.”

The man looked down with a pair of golden eyes, watching the young man prostrating at his feet without joy or sorrow.

“I don’t know how long you were sealed, but the things I accomplished in less than three days combined are more than what you achieved in a hundred years of slumber.”

The young man looked up at him without dodging or evading, saying in a hoarse voice: “Not only did I liberate your initial soul from the first mirror, but I also unsealed your soul fragment from Granny Wen’s suppression. I rescued your believers and expanded your congregation by at least two times!”

“You are a god, but you are a sealed god.”

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, gritting his teeth to speak highly disrespectful words: “I’m guessing, your soul hasn’t completely broken free from the seal even now, has it?”

“Or rather, you haven’t collected all your fragments yet?”

The young man raised his dark, shiny eyelashes wet with tears. His eyes overflowed with fragile, watery light due to the coughing just now, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his fair chest was riddled with scars.

He gave a short smile:

“You will never find a Pope more useful than me.”

“Yes, it’s true I’m not devout enough.”

“But what use is a devout fool?”

Wen Jianyan tilted his head up. His amber eyes were dripping with watery light, carrying an indescribable sense of danger, sin, fragility, and charm.

His voice was kept very low, the end of his sentences hoarse and rising, seeming like a temptation, yet almost like a provocation:

“Or is it… that you don’t have the confidence to tame my soul?”

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Author’s Note:

I told you to gag him! Why didn’t you listen! (Heartbroken)