WTNL Chapter 62

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Chapter 62: Savior of the World

Regarding Wen Jianyan’s kind of “praise,” Su Cheng couldn’t be bothered to pay attention anymore.

He stood in place, caught his breath, and asked:

“So, what’s next? What do we do?”

Wen Jianyan didn’t answer directly. Instead, he turned his head to look deep into the corridor not far away.

Under the dark red light, one of the doors was tightly shut. The slightly faded brass plaque faintly displayed the four numbers: 1316. The chains and talismans that had sealed the door tight in the outer world had vanished, leaving only a bare wooden door, which looked exceptionally eerie in the empty corridor.

The squad of streamers that was just lured away had been the final obstacle blocking their destination.

Following Wen Jianyan’s gaze, Su Cheng looked in that direction. His eyes landed on the door number, and he froze for a moment: “1316?”

He clearly recalled the countless bizarre ritual implements sealing this room in the outer world and couldn’t help but feel a tingling on his scalp: “A-are you planning to go inside next?”

Although they had gone in once before while outside and found it completely empty upon opening it, Su Cheng still instinctively felt this room was highly unusual and couldn’t shake off a sense of dread:

“I know it was empty when we were outside, but it might not necessarily be empty in here now…”

Su Cheng tried to persuade Wen Jianyan to change his mind.

“I know.”

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, turned to look at Su Cheng, and said dryly: “I’ve been inside.”

Su Cheng was startled: “What…?”

“Right after we first came in, didn’t we get separated?” Wen Jianyan said slowly.

Su Cheng gasped, looking at the tightly shut door of 1316 again: “Wait… you don’t mean you went in there?”

Wen Jianyan nodded: “That’s right.”

Saying so, he rolled up his sleeve, showing the other party the unhealed wounds on his arm.

On the fair skin, those corrosion-caused wounds presented a deep, rich red color, like varying shades of rouge covering the limb, bringing about a shocking, bizarre aesthetic:

“I got all of these in that room.”

Su Cheng’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief: “And you still plan to go back in?”

Wen Jianyan rolled down his sleeve and sighed somewhat agonizingly: “I have no choice.”

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

He instructed Su Cheng: “Just like outside, keep watch at the door. Only use the item when I call you, understand? Until then, no matter what happens inside, do not act rashly.”

Su Cheng’s heart couldn’t help but leap into his throat.

He forcibly suppressed his nervousness and slowly nodded.

After receiving the other’s affirmative reply, Wen Jianyan turned around and approached the door of 1316 step by step. The closer he got, the stronger the scent of blood hit his nose. Through the thin door, he could almost hear wet, sticky squelching sounds coming from inside.

The memories associated with this slowly resurfaced.

Recalling the provocative, death-courting remarks he made when he barged in here last time, Wen Jianyan couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle and his palms sweat.

Honestly, if he had known this day would come, he absolutely wouldn’t have spoken so definitively back then!

Regret. He felt true regret.

Wen Jianyan wiped his face.

He took a deep breath, looked down at his phone’s backpack while at the door, and after confirming all his items were correct, finally steeled his heart, placed his hand on the doorknob, and applied slight downward pressure.

Creak—

The harsh sound of metal scraping echoed deep in the corridor. Following his force, the door slowly slid inward.

A pungent, overwhelmingly strong scent of blood that felt as if it could swallow a person whole rushed at his face. A bone-chilling sense of foreboding crawled up his skin, like some slippery, sticky cold-blooded animal.

The next second, an immense force came from within the door, viciously yanking Wen Jianyan inside!

Squelch!

A crimson tentacle pierced straight through his chest, tearing flesh. The sound of breaking bones rang out clearly in the room as warm fresh blood spurted from the wound.

The young man’s face instantly went pale, his pupils abruptly shrinking.

“Cough cough, cough cough cough.”

Wen Jianyan coughed a few times, turned his head to spit out bloody froth, and curled his pale, blood-stained lips, a hint of helplessness in his voice:

“…Alright, I deserved that.”

It was pretty much what he expected before entering the door.

The mechanical system notification sounded in his ear:

[Ding, detected the streamer suffering a fatal injury. ‘Lin Qing’s Medical Certificate’ activated.]

The next second, the wound on Wen Jianyan’s chest began to heal rapidly. Bones reconnected, organs started to regenerate, and beneath the torn fabric of his clothes, the damaged flesh and bones began to self-repair, gradually growing back together.

Wen Jianyan’s face, however, turned even paler. His brow twitched as he viciously gritted his back teeth.

Fuck.

This repair process was actually not painless.

“You… are very bold.”

That blurry, chaotic voice rang out in the room again: “To actually… dare to come back.”

“Of course.”

Wen Jianyan lifted his bloodless face. His chest heaved rapidly from the intense pain, his forehead pale and sweaty. The lines from his jaw to his neck were pulled taut, trembling slightly.

However, a faint, almost intimate smile still hung on his lips:

“After all, I think we hit it off quite well.”

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[God, it hurts just looking at it!]

[Forgive me, I have sinned. Watching this dog scammer endure pain while scamming people actually… made me shamefully excited.]

[Wuwuwuwu, battle damage is really so hot.]

“You… are, dishonest.” The voice carried an unfamiliar pause.

“No, quite the opposite.”

Wen Jianyan tilted his head back, his amber eyes half-narrowed: “For the next minute, you probably won’t see anyone more honest than me.”

His wound healed completely. Beneath the torn fabric, his chest was once again fair and smooth, completely unharmed.

The system notification sounded in his ear:

[Because the streamer has received Lin Qing’s Blessing, the item’s effectiveness is enhanced.]

[One-minute Invincibility acquired.]

[00:01:00]

A thin, shimmering golden film covered the young man, entirely enveloping him and blocking any harm attempted against him.

Clearly, the “existence” inside Room 1316 also realized this. It dragged Wen Jianyan completely into the wall again, wrapping his body in crimson, corrosive flesh, attempting to eat away the protective layer shrouding him.

If this standoff continued, once the one minute was up, he would absolutely die without a burial place.

But surprisingly, Wen Jianyan didn’t dodge or resist.

“I am a follower of the Father God. The purpose of my visit this time is to break the seal and awaken him from his slumber.”

The young man’s voice was steady, his pronunciation clear and composed.

Wrapped in the wall of flesh, he struggled to raise his arm. The already torn fabric now fell away completely, revealing half his body.

Those pitch-black, talisman-like patterns appeared on his fair skin. By now, they had almost entirely covered Wen Jianyan’s arm, creeping up his shoulder to the juncture of his neck and chest, gently rising and falling with the young man’s panting.

Under the shroud of crimson luster, they tightly bound his vibrant, firm body like living creatures.

“You, speak, the same lie again.”

The voice wasn’t buying Wen Jianyan’s act at all: “You, disrespect, the Father God…”

“You’re right.”

Wen Jianyan let out a short laugh, unabashedly admitting: “I am indeed a follower of the Father God. However, I believe in his existence and acknowledge his power, which is different from unconditional respect and love.”

“He is the omnipotent god, our father, our lord, right?”

Wen Jianyan stared unblinkingly at the writhing crimson wall before him, an indescribably gloomy glimmer settling deep within his amber eyes:

“Then, where was he when I was in desperate straits?”

“You bear immense resentment and power, yet are imprisoned here by the followers of the evil Bodhisattva. When you were forced to be endlessly trapped in this narrow space of 1316, where was he?”

The young man’s gaze shifted slightly, landing on a row of black pottery Soul-Locking Urns not far away.

His voice was incredibly calm, but beneath that seemingly placid tone lay a silent, turbulent storm:

“When his people were massacred, persecuted, tortured, howling, crying, and begging for the Father God’s salvation, where was he then?”

“…”

The other party remained silent.

“God does not love me.”

Wen Jianyan said categorically:

“Since that is the case, what right does such a god have to command my respect? What right does he have to our unconditional faith and love?”

His eyes were like sharp blades capable of piercing through all illusions: “Are you saying that during all this time, you have never doubted the Father God’s existence even the slightest bit? Have you not felt a hint of resentment or unease in your heart?”

The young man’s voice bewitched hearts like a demon:

“Don’t you want to be free?”

“Or are you content to stay in this narrow Room 1316, mourning, praying, and waiting for the Father God’s ‘salvation’ that may never come?”

“Indeed, my purpose for coming here was to awaken the Father God and free him from the seal. But I’ve changed my mind.” Wen Jianyan said slowly:

“Why wait for his salvation? Why pin our hopes on the pity of a deity?”

“It’s better to rely on oneself than on gods.”

Wen Jianyan smiled, his amber eyes narrowing, a hint of crimson light reflected deep within them:

“When we have the chance to become gods ourselves, why must we remain followers?”

“Gods need followers to be called gods. A god without followers is worthless.”

The young man whispered:

“It’s not that we need him; it’s that he needs us.”

This statement was simply too unprecedentedly bold and terrifying. The wall stopped writhing for a moment. Its voice sounded again, still stuttering and halting, but seemingly exceptionally panicked and pale:

“You, this is, disrespect…!”

“I said, for this one minute, there will be no human in this world more honest than me.”

The one-minute countdown ended.

The golden film covering Wen Jianyan instantly vanished.

But he still didn’t move, allowing his body to be corroded. Aside from his face being paler than usual, he looked almost no different from usual.

“Continuing to have faith in your Father God will gain you nothing.”

“You will continue to be permanently left in this narrow space of less than a hundred square meters, and they will forever be stuffed into small, palm-sized jars, enduring endless torment and agony.”

On the young man’s body, the talisman-like patterns spread like vines, yet also like ropes.

“I have a way to free you from 1316. I have a way to let those four innocent, tragically murdered souls go home. I have a way to make the woman who imprisoned and tortured you face punishment.”

The young man said with a smile:

“And the Father God, is still sleeping.”

Despair is the best way to breed faith.

Wen Jianyan tilted his head back, the curve of his neck pale and beautiful, carrying a wondrous sense of fragility.

“Since that is the case, why not try believing in me?”

“I won’t replace your faith, nor will I change my love and adoration for the Father God, because you see, I am also a follower of the evil spirit,” Wen Jianyan said softly.

“I just think that sometimes…

Even followers of gods need a savior in this world.”

He smiled faintly, his brows and eyes exuding an invisible, sinful fragrance: “Don’t you agree?”

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Author’s Note:

Madam has already been targeted by the instance eight hundred times!

Has he admitted his mistake?

No, he has started poaching your followers.