WTNL Chapter 68

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Chapter 68: “Father God…wants to see you.”

Zzt, zzt—

Accompanied by the piercing sound of static, the light in the room flickered. The temperature in the air plummeted in an instant. An unnatural chill pierced the skin like a sharp blade, prying open the seams of bones, sending shivers through one’s entire body.

The dense darkness, almost coalescing into substance, spread out, swallowing the surrounding scenery bit by bit.

The mirror that had fallen to the ground lost its original shape. Like some melted transparent medium, it expanded little by little as a deeper, thicker darkness surged from the depths of its surface.

Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

A clamorous whispering sounded in his ears:

“Father God.”

“The Father God’s soul fragment has been liberated.”

“He has awakened.”

In that instant, the sinister ghostly aura seemed to swell to the extreme! Fanatical murmurs echoed from countless corners and crevices. The walls had completely turned into scarlet flesh and blood, the sticky chunks of meat squirming violently as if something was about to break out from deep within, joyfully welcoming that rich darkness.

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[Holy shit…]

[Holy shit!!!!!]

[Ahhhhh is he really coming out!!]

[Hahahahaha I really love seeing the scammer dog so scared his little face goes pale, so happy!]

[Unbelievable, just unbelievable. To think I’d see the same ghost BOSS in a single streamer’s live broadcast for three consecutive games. This really opened my eyes.]

[Ah? What same BOSS? What are you guys talking about? Isn’t this just the Black faction streamer’s fixed main quest? What’s there to be excited about…]

[Hahahahaha the person above is obviously a new fan picked up from this instance. Let me point you to the VODs of the streamer’s previous two instances. His grudge with this ghost BOSS can be considered to go way back…]

[Hahahahahahahaha exactly, and it’s the kind that keeps getting deeper. I remember in the first instance he only slapped him and talked trash, but by the second instance he went straight for a stab to the heart, I’m dying of laughter.]

[Not only that! Did you forget that the streamer even threw dirty water on him behind his back in this instance!]

Wen Jianyan lowered his head expressionlessly. With slightly trembling fingers, he unlocked his phone screen and rapidly searched the background for the rule notifications regarding the faction war.

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.

No matter what, he at least won the faction war, didn’t he!

If the instance closed immediately after the faction war ended, then he should be able to run away successfully!

[The faction war has ended. The instance will close in ten minutes. Streamers, please complete your main quests in a timely manner!]

Wen Jianyan: “…”

His expression gradually turned ferocious.

Ten minutes?!

You want me to hold out for ten minutes?!

[Hahahahahahahaha. Didn’t expect that, right? This instance is a time-limited roleplay instance. After the faction war ends, it leaves some time for the streamers to complete the main quests on their previous identity cards, so it won’t close immediately.]

[Oh momma, then I feel like the streamer is really done for this time…]

[Moment of silence, have a safe trip.]

[Place your bets, friends! Let’s bet on how the scammer dog will die in the end!]

[I bet he gets eaten!]

[I bet he gets tortured first and then eaten!]

In just a few short seconds, the darkness in the room had swallowed everything.

Crack… crack!

A clear sound of metal cracking rang out.

On that brass Bodhisattva statue that was taller than a person, a deep fissure split open, spreading rapidly like a spiderweb at a visible speed. As the cracks multiplied, the evil aura lingering on this sculpture meant to suppress evil spirits gradually faded. Along with its disintegration, it became as lifeless as an ordinary metal handicraft.

On the ground, pale-bodied monsters crawled out from the Bagua mirror, one after another.

Their throats let out babble that humans couldn’t understand. Joyful and fanatical, they lay prostrate on the ground in devout reverence, welcoming the arrival of their god.

Wen Jianyan slowly backed away.

He quietly shoved his phone back into his pocket and, step by step, cautiously edged his way out of the room.

You guys carry on…

Carry on…

Don’t notice me…

Once out in the corridor, Wen Jianyan swiftly turned around and sprinted in the opposite direction at top speed!

Ahhhhhhh!

If he couldn’t afford to provoke it, couldn’t he at least hide from it!!!

Anyway, this map was so big, the first thing the evil spirit would do upon descending wouldn’t be to look for him. It was just a short ten minutes, enough for him to run circles around it!

Wen Jianyan sprinted down the hallway, forcefully adopting the posture of a professional athlete in a 100-meter dash!

With Granny Wen’s death, the corridor had also reverted to its original straight layout.

Wen Jianyan dashed all the way to the elevator lobby and wildly jabbed the elevator open button at top speed.

Right at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind: “Brother Wen?”

Wen Jianyan froze and subconsciously turned his head to look.

“You ran off just now without even telling us, leaving the two of us just waiting around in the mirror.” Su Cheng ground his teeth. “What do you mean by ‘leave it to us’! Did you think we could order your ghost congregation around?”

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Oh right, he almost forgot about that.

“Sigh, anyway, the faction war is over now, everything has returned to normal, and we came out of the mirror too.”

Ji Guan came out to smooth things over. “Next, we just need to complete the last main quest and we can leave once the time is up.”

“But speaking of which…”

Ji Guan seemed to realize something and looked in surprise at the direction Wen Jianyan had run from. “Isn’t the faction war over? What are you still running for?”

Wen Jianyan opened his mouth. He had always been glib and eloquent, but this was the first time he found himself stumped for words.

…Mainly, even though he really wanted to explain this matter, for a moment he didn’t even know where to start!

Just then, a “ding” sound rang out.

The elevator doors in front of him slowly opened.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

He darted into the elevator in one stride, looked at Su Cheng and Ji Guan, and spoke at lightning speed, “Anyway, I’ll go downstairs first; you guys take your time with the quests! I won’t bother you—”

“You… you are here.”

A familiar, somewhat stilted voice came from deep inside the elevator: “I, looked for you, for a long time.”

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Slowly, bit by bit, he turned his head. All he could hear in his ears was the thumping of his own wildly beating heart and the creaking of his spine grinding.

He saw that the metallic elevator walls had at some point turned into a scarlet, soft texture. The sticky surface slowly squirmed, emitting muffled sounds, presenting a bizarre and eerie hue under the dim light.

“The Father God, wishes to see you.”

That voice echoed in the narrow space of the elevator.

It spoke in a revered, pious tone: “I, have informed, the Father God, about you. You are, the Cult Leader. You, set us free, and let us take our revenge.”

“The Father God, personally, thanks you.”

Ji Guan also heard it.

His spirits lifted. “Oh oh oh! A personal thanks from the evil spirit?! Cult Leader, you’ve hit the jackpot!”

Su Cheng also showed a pleasantly surprised expression. “Maybe there will be some hidden props!”

Wen Jianyan: “……………………”

Bah! Hidden props my ass!

It’ll be a miracle if I don’t die, okay!!!

The elevator doors slowly closed before his eyes, blocking out the figures of his two unreliable teammates not far away.

Wen Jianyan stood expressionlessly inside the “elevator”, his eyes looking as if they were dead, staring blankly and hollowly at the closed elevator doors.

He slowly raised his hand and covered his face.

No——————!!!!

Wen Jianyan wailed in his heart.

Soon, the elevator began to move.

The floor beneath his feet shook, making it impossible to judge whether it was moving up or down, horizontally or vertically.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, wiped his face, raised his head, and said sincerely, “Actually, I didn’t do much, there’s really no need for the Father God to thank me personally! Really, I like this feeling of doing good deeds without leaving a name! Besides, I’m just an ordinary cultist, I don’t deserve the Father God’s thanks! I don’t deserve it!”

“No, you, must not, be modest.”

That voice sounded again: “You, are His, agent in the human world. If it weren’t for you, the Father God could not, retrieve His sealed soul fragment.”

Ever since being liberated from the seal by Wen Jianyan and being allowed to take personal revenge on Granny Wen, it had completely believed in Wen Jianyan’s identity as the head of the congregation and respected him greatly:

“You, are, the Cult Leader.”

Wen Jianyan still tried to struggle. “No, no…”

Ding.

The elevator let out another sound, and the elevator doors made of flesh and blood slowly opened to both sides.

The rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

In front of him was a bottomless darkness. A strong, sinister ghostly aura tumbled not far away, carrying a terrifying and dreadful presence.

Apart from the darkness, nothing could be seen.

A dead silence filled his ears; that highly unusual quiet seemed extremely eerie.

Wen Jianyan’s scalp tingled, and he involuntarily took a slow step backward.

The darkness surged.

The icy black shadow spread into the elevator and, without warning, wrapped around the young man’s pale wrists and ankles.

“!!!”

Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank.

The next second, before he could react, his entire body was violently yanked out of the elevator by that materialized darkness!

The sound of wind whooshed past his ears as the young man’s body was fiercely dragged into the darkness by an invisible force!

Dragged by that terrifying, irresistible force, Wen Jianyan felt dizzy, his stomach churning. His wrists and ankles were tightly bound by the darkness, giving him absolutely no chance to struggle or escape.

Suddenly, the dragging force stopped.

“Ugh!”

Wen Jianyan’s back slammed against a wall. His internal organs felt as if they had shifted, and a muffled groan escaped from the depths of his throat.

Tap, tap, tap.

Steady, rhythmic footsteps rang out, approaching Wen Jianyan step by step.

“…”

Wen Jianyan still kept his eyes tightly shut. He felt the hairs on his back stand on end, layers upon layers of cold sweat breaking out on his back. Every nerve in his body was stretched to the limit, like an overdrawn bowstring that could snap in the next second.

The footsteps stopped in front of him.

Wen Jianyan could feel someone standing in front of him, yet he couldn’t hear the sound of the other person’s breathing. Aside from his own wildly thumping heart that felt as if it would break his ribs, all that remained was a suffocating dead silence, like a sponge soaked with water, leaving him breathless.

Wen Jianyan screamed internally.

Help, help, help! Why hasn’t the ten minutes passed yet ahhhhhhh!

While frantically drafting words to exonerate himself in his mind, he couldn’t help but play the ostrich, not daring to open his eyes, as if opening his eyes meant facing a cruel reality.

Suddenly, an icy palm touched the young man’s waist without warning.

The temperature of the fingertips was extremely low, as if condensed from solid ice.

“?!”

Wen Jianyan completely didn’t expect this. He sucked in a breath of cold air, his body instinctively jolting. With a horrified expression, he subconsciously opened his eyes.

That familiar face was right before his eyes.

The man lowered his head, his long pitch-black hair draping over his shoulders. His pale face possessed a handsomeness beyond human imagination, and a pair of golden, beast-like eyes were hidden beneath his eyelashes.

He emanated a terrifying, inhuman aura—like a ferocious beast, yet also like an alien god. Evil, pitch-black, ancient, and cold, it made one uncontrollably tremble in terror.

He pressed his hand against the human’s fine, warm skin, caressing that small patch of skin along the waistline.

Wen Jianyan’s face turned even paler.

The young man had a solid and firm physique, with broad shoulders and long legs. Beautifully contoured muscles covered his well-proportioned frame, containing a supple yet powerful explosive force as he moved. Being tightly bound, he looked exceptionally…

…delicious.

The clothes on his upper body had been mostly destroyed. Pitch-black talismans were branded onto his fair skin. The intricate, eerie lines had, at some unknown point, covered nearly half of his body, spreading from his slender neck down to his well-defined collarbones, all the way to his lower abdomen.

The man’s icy palm pressed against his rapidly heaving, soft abdomen, unhurriedly tracing the talisman-like patterns on the young man’s skin. The ice-cold fingertips moved slowly, inch by inch, bringing an intense shiver with every new spot they reached.

Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank, and his entire body instinctively leaned back, pressing firmly against the wall.

Fuck!

What is this pervert trying to do this time!

The man looked up, his golden eyes staring fixedly at the human before him.

“Did you know?”

He spoke softly, his voice deep and mellow, carrying a terrifying sense of oppression: “What is branded on this small patch of your skin is my name.”

With sharp, keen nails, he slowly cut into Wen Jianyan’s flank, then applied pressure bit by bit.

“…Hiss!”

Wen Jianyan drew in a breath of cold air. A pained cry, bordering on a whimper, escaped his throat. His slender, soft neck trembled slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down uncontrollably.

Viscous, warm blood flowed from the wound, meandering over his fair skin, dyeing the pitch-black patterns a glaring scarlet. Pitch-black, scarlet, and pale white—the three colors formed a stark contrast, creating a cruel yet bewitching visual impact. The scarlet blood rapidly slid down alongside the other’s heavy breathing.

The man leaned in closer. In the depths of his emotionless golden eyes, the young man’s pale face was reflected. A chilling smile that caused one to shudder flickered across his lips.

He leaned close to Wen Jianyan’s ear, his voice sounding like a sigh.

“So beautiful.”

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Author’s Note:

Wen Jianyan: Is this your gratitude?! Bah!!