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Creating a god
Chapter 193: “Did you summon me?”
Wen Jianyan touched the uneven patterns on the snake’s tail with his fingers.
The cold metal was dyed with body temperature, fitting heavily in the palm.
He tilted his head back, his eyelashes slightly narrowed, covering a pair of eyes.
Not far away, the yet-to-be-formed god was immersed in darkness, with runes of law winding beneath pale skin, emerging like dark snakes and vines.
In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room, the degree of interference in the picture increased, but the number of online viewers reached a terrifying new high.
[Hiss, it seems that the ritual of creating a god is indeed too taboo. I didn’t expect even the signal of the live broadcast to be disrupted. It’s also considered making history.]
[Indeed, I never thought it would succeed before. The anchor has really pushed the progress to this extent, which is truly eye-opening. I see all the online viewers in the entire live hall have crowded in here, right?]
[That’s right. Who would want to miss this scene? Since the news spread, many viewers from other halls have come too, regardless of whether they can understand it or not, just to see the excitement.]
[Hahaha, those who are not online will probably regret it to death.]
Since Wen Jianyan entered the blood and flesh egg, the way time was calculated in the entire instance had changed.
For other anchors in the instance, the countdown of one hundred seconds did not change. However, for Wen Jianyan and all the viewers in the “Ping An Asylum” live hall, the passage of time was slowed down several times. Other viewers in different live rooms noticed the change in the flow of time of the broadcast they were watching and realized that a critical plot had been triggered by an anchor.
And so it spread like wildfire.
The audience that came to watch the excitement flocked in.
Inside the instance.
Accompanied by the “sizzling” interference-like background noise, the mechanical task announcement suddenly sounded in Wen Jian’s ear.
【Ding, congratulations to the anchor for triggering a hidden task!】
【Task 1: Complete the god hatching plan of the “Ping An Asylum.”
Reward: ???】
【Completion: 57%】
【Task 2: Destroy the interruption of the god-making project in the “Ping An Asylum.”
Reward: ???】
【Completion: 0%】
Wen Jianyan was first stunned for a second, then quickly reacted and opened his own broadcast interface.
With the passage of time, the system store and system backpack turned a familiar gray, indicating that the Nightmare Live Room was being interfered with—
Just like the performance when Wu Zhu appeared in previous instances.
According to experience, in this situation, only legendary-level hidden props and the ability of the anchor himself could be used, and other props would basically become ineffective and unavailable.
“…”
The young man stared at the two missions in front of him.
Two options.
Floating under the background of intersecting black and red voids, the silver-white hair floated slightly under invisible forces, and deep shadows brewed in the clear eyes, making it completely impossible for anyone to see his true thoughts at this moment.
Wen Jianyan’s silence was very unusual.
Time was stretched to the point of anxiety.
However, amid the eager anticipation of everyone, the scene they all expected did not arrive for a long time; only the degree of signal interference was rapidly increasing.
Snowflakes flickered, and the originally clear image occasionally blurred into vague contours and blocks of color, with slight delays between sound and picture.
The audience in the live room became restless.
[What is the anchor doing? Why isn’t he moving?]
[Is the image delayed?]
[What’s wrong with this live broadcast? Why does it keep glitching?]
[The image in this live room is too unclear! What’s happening? This situation is really annoying… Didn’t Nightmare have this kind of problem before?]
[No! No matter how the system malfunctions, the live signal has never been interrupted. What’s happening this time?]
[Fix it quickly!!]
As the emotions of the audience were about to reach their peak, Wen Jianyan suddenly took action.
He somewhat unskilfully swayed in the void, trying to control his body, slowly moving towards the center of the black core—
[What is he doing?]
[It seems like both of these missions don’t really require getting close to the deepest part, right?]
The speculations and doubts in the live room completely failed to disturb the young man on the screen.
Soon, he had plunged into the innermost layer, where the deep shadows clung to him unconsciously, wrapping around his ankles, calves, wrists, and arms like some kind of aquatic plant swaying directionlessly with the current.
Wen Jianyan felt the patterns on his hip bones burning more fiercely.
As if they were burning from beneath the skin.
Wen Jianyan was less than half a meter away from the god that was still growing but not fully formed.
At such a close distance, he scrutinized the male face before him.
Exceedingly clear features, almost to the point of being sharp, with a mysterious and handsome quality beyond human aesthetic limits, starkly contrasting pale skin with dark shadows, and eerie lines resembling runes winding on the texture of the skin, deepening every second.
Half divine, half sinister.
He narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled.
This sudden smile, without any reason, made the audience outside the screen unable to help but feel a sudden jolt.
Wen Jianyan systematically put the ouroborous back into his backpack.
—He was no longer prepared to use it.
“Let me think…” He squinted, “How should a standard heretic summon their god?”
Generally, it requires a ritual, a medium, and the name of the god.
Wen Jianyan toyed with the glass shard in his palm.
The medium was there.
And the name of the god was there too… After all, it was still burning on his abdomen.
As for the ritual, that touched on his blind spot.
However, as a “bishop” appointed by the god himself, he couldn’t just give up, could he… right?
“Wu Zhu.”
Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, cut open his palm with the sharp shard, let the crimson blood moisten the shards of the mirror, and whispered, “God the Father, I have fulfilled my duty as your follower; I have found your other half for you.”
“An unformed god… should be of some help in restoring your power.”
“Are you interested?”
He held the shard of mirror in his bloodied hand, tilted his head, and waited for a while.
Nothing happened.
“…”
Hmm, it seems like it’s not very useful.
Wen Jianyan sighed regretfully, realizing that he had been too cautious about Wu Zhu before, and hadn’t thought about how to contact him.
Do I really need some kind of incantation?
Or perhaps something like black goat’s blood, human bones, and drawing strange symbols on the ground? Like summoning a demon in a movie?
A few drops of fresh blood fell from his palm and, drawn by some force, landed in the darkness.
Drip-drip.
The warm human blood moistened the man’s lips, seeping into the taut, pale lips.
The next moment, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt the shadows that had been loosely entwined around his calves tighten abruptly. The soft seaweed-like tendrils turned into octopus-like strong arms, and the sudden force grabbed hold of his body, pulling him fiercely toward the depths of the darkness!
“!”
Wen Jianyan was startled, subconsciously looking up.
The fragments of Wu Zhu were still closed, but the surrounding darkness and crimson void seemed to be stirred by some eerie force, like the raging sea in a storm, churning up terrifying waves that could almost engulf a person.
Wen Jianyan seemed to suddenly realize something and glanced at the task panel beside him.
【Task 1: Complete the god hatching plan of the “Ping An Asylum.”
Reward: ???】
【Completion: 89%】
In just a few seconds, the mission progress jumped from 57% to 89%!
Wen Jianyan was surprised.
Before he could even think, more shadows wrapped around him. The human emitting a warm and sweet aroma was dragged toward the central core of the blackness—
In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:
[It’s stable now. It seems he has decided to create a god in the end.]
[This direction is good. If the anchor can ensure his survival before reaching 100% progress, there’s still a high chance of being forcibly summoned back by the system!]
[Yeah, the live room wouldn’t have missions where choosing any option would result in death, so I guess this mysterious reward is at least a safety net for the anchor’s life… It’s kind of a bonus in this situation.]
[But why did the anchor suddenly change his mind and retract the props? I don’t quite understand…]
Without warning, a cold hand grasped Wen Jianyan’s waist.
Through the thin fabric, the inhuman, cold-blooded temperature seeped in, but the skin at the junction of the hips and abdomen burned hot—simultaneously, the shadows entwined around his limbs and trunk seemed to be suppressed, suddenly losing strength and ability, becoming untouchable again.
Wen Jianyan shivered from the cold, instinctively stiffening.
Seemingly realizing something, he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.
“Did you summon me?”
Wu Zhu stood behind him.
He raised his golden eyes, staring puzzled at “himself” not far away.
He seemed to not quite understand… why there would be fragments of his own soul in this instance.
And it seemed to be on the verge of maturation?
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