WTNL Chapter 194

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Creating a god
Chapter 194: Something’s not right.

The darkness grew denser.

Viscous shadows intertwined with each other, like roots deeply embedded in a crimson ocean.

“Yes, I summoned you.”

Wen Jianyan came back to his senses and calmly responded.

“……” Wu Zhu turned his head, his expression unreadable, as his gaze fell on the human before him.

“Isn’t this the reason you chose me?”

Wen Jianyan looked directly at the other without flinching, his eyes clear, his expression almost sincere. “To find the fragments for you and help you regain your strength.”

Wu Zhu was an incomplete god. He had been fragmented, sealed, suppressed, and used. Clearly, ever since the first fragment was awakened, his goal had been to regain his power and reassemble himself.

And the “god” in the process of being cultivated before him was obviously beyond his expectations.

The cause of all this was merely a small mistake before the end of the previous instance.

The fragment of Wu Zhu imprisoned in the Fantasy Amusement Park was inherently incomplete, a primal, biologically charged soul. Given this premise, Wen Jianyan, carrying the Ouroboros artifact, made a certain degree of intimate contact with it—the intertwining and embrace of shadows, the exchange and licking of blood.

During that process, the Ouroboros artifact snatched a small part of the soul fragment.

Even Wu Zhu did not notice.

After all, he was already too fragmented himself and could not sense whether the part that had been reintegrated into his body was missing a tiny portion.

And this overly small, overly unconscious fragment was brought by Wen Jianyan into this instance specifically designed for “god-making.” Thus, it began to feast.

Assimilation, devouring, and fusion.

Ultimately, under the catalysis of the entire instance’s rules, it was naturally cultivated into a complete form.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the task bar beside him.

【Task 1: Complete the god hatching plan of the “Ping An Asylum”
Reward: ???】

【Completion: 92%】

The completion rate had increased again.

“If possible, I hope you can wait a little longer,” he suggested after thinking for a moment. “The progress just indicated 92%. How about waiting until it’s 99% before you merge with your fragment?”

“The purpose of this instance is to create a god, to take advantage of the power provided by the rules and go with the flow. The benefits brought by this will far exceed the most primitive plan.”

Wen Jianyan glanced at Wu Zhu and added:

“This is also feasible when the progress bar reaches 100%, but I don’t really understand to what extent the rules of this instance can go, or whether they can cultivate your consciousness again. So I suggest merging at 99%… This is not questioning your power, just to be safe.”

At this moment, with Wu Zhu’s appearance and the advancement of the god-making plan, the degree of interference in the live broadcast room grew deeper.

The screen was filled with dense snowflakes, making it almost impossible to see the anchor’s figure. His voice also became intermittent, nearly indistinguishable.

[Help, why is the live broadcast quality so poor now!]

[I can’t see what’s happening at all, ahhh!]

[This is really annoying. I’ve already filed a complaint.]

Wen Jianyan stared at the task bar, waiting for the completion rate to increase.

97%… 98%… 99%

At the moment the number reached the expected critical value, he looked up: “It’s now.”

No hesitation, no delay, no scheming tricks.

He did not repeat the old trick of guiding the birth of a new god, leading them to attack each other like last time.

Just like a true, devout, and loyal believer, every suggestion Wen Jianyan made and every action he took was all for Wu Zhu’s sake.

Practical, wise, and well-founded.

As long as he was willing, he would be the perfect teammate and subordinate, making every decision for his master, planning every step, and completing every task.

Throughout the entire process, Wu Zhu kept staring at him. His dark golden eyes had an inorganic sheen, and his cold, pale face showed no trace of emotion.

He did not respond to whether he agreed with Wen Jianyan’s plan, nor did he utter a single word.

But the second after Wen Jianyan’s words fell, the shadows descended.

Darkness was controlled, surging from behind Wu Zhu and overwhelming the egg that was about to take form in the distance—!

The devouring and merging began.

What happened in that instant was far beyond any system that humans could comprehend.

“!”

Wen Jianyan’s vision went black, and he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a giant washing machine.

A strong sense of weightlessness and powerlessness hit him, like an endless fall; his internal organs were being pressed as if they were going to be forcibly squeezed out of his throat.

Time and space were shattered into fragments, falling apart.

Wen Jianyan felt as if he were trapped in the crevices between dimensions, wandering in that cold, boundless darkness for centuries, yet it also felt like just a brief moment—

It was all over.

Wen Jianyan gasped violently, his face terrifyingly pale and his whole body shivering unconsciously. Even so, in the first second he came to his senses, he reached out and opened his live broadcast interface.

It was a cold, silent blue.

There were only two words on it.

【Signal Lost】

Good.

Wen Jianyan curled his bloodless lips into a satisfied smile.

He had bet correctly.

Wu Zhu himself had a very direct impact on the Nightmare live broadcast system, and this time, it was equivalent to hatching another “Wu Zhu.” Although the progress bar only reached 99%, with the addition of Wu Zhu’s original presence, it was enough to cause the Nightmare system to disconnect once.

Wen Jianyan closed the live broadcast interface and looked towards the distance.

There, pitch-black shadows gathered and took form.

The false god emerged within.

And the semi-finished product that was being nurtured earlier had disappeared—the conscious one had devoured the unconscious one, merging the two into one.

Wen Jianyan could feel the heat on his hip bones rising, the branded mark there stirring, as if celebrating its master’s victory.

Wu Zhu stood in the center of the darkness.

He lowered his eyes.

This time, his believer had not lied.

After merging with the soul cultivated using the instance rules, he even felt a long-lost sense of completeness—in that instant, a large missing piece of his broken body was filled. He felt unprecedentedly powerful, the sense of power filling his entire being.

However, this time the memories were too complex, and merging them required more time.

“How do you feel?”

Not far away, a human voice full of curiosity came.

Wu Zhu raised his eyes and looked towards the source of the voice.

In the next second, the figure of the young man came into view.

Brief and fragmented images flashed before his eyes, disappearing before he could capture them.

?

“……”

Wu Zhu reflexively froze for a moment.

Then the images vanished.

What remained was the young man suspended in the darkness, his face pale, his expression concerned and inquisitive, without the slightest sign of distress.

He frowned.

What was that?

A memory of his own fragment?

Wu Zhu frowned slightly and stopped thinking about it.

Such things were unnecessary to consider.

He raised his hand, curled his fingers, and shadows enveloped the human young man, pulling him to his front.

The young man’s face was now close at hand.

The man looked down from above, his gaze falling on the other’s face.

“You did well.”

“Thank you for your praise,” the young man smiled, “After all, I am your follower and bishop. This is my mission, isn’t it?”

He took a deep breath:

“I know you doubt my loyalty and question my sincerity…”

Wen Jianyan restrained his smile, his expression suddenly turning cold, as if he had suddenly become a different person:

“You are right.”

Wu Zhu stared expressionlessly at the human before him.

“Praise, obedience, kissing, pledging, submission—all those were lies, merely expedients to survive.” The young man casually narrowed his eyes, speaking words that were brutally honest, to the point where he didn’t even bother with formalities by the end.

“And your mark hurts like hell, Wu Zhu.”

Wen Jianyan suddenly confessed without warning.

He mercilessly exposed his hypocrisy and falsehood.

Even as more and more shadows clung to his body, coldly twisting around his neck, he continued to prattle on, as if addicted.

It was like opening a floodgate, not stopping for a moment.

He happily provoked the other’s authority, tearing away all the advantages he had painstakingly accumulated step by step—

In just one minute.

He had kicked himself from the position of a compliant follower back to that of an adversary.

At this moment, the other had devoured his nearly complete fragment and was unprecedentedly powerful, while he had lost connection with the live broadcast room and used up all his talents, making him weaker than ever before.

And all of this was orchestrated by his own hands.

“……”

A bold and reckless human.

Wu Zhu’s gaze fell on the other’s lips, no longer listening.

Because he never truly believed in this guy’s loyalty.

The first time they met, he was deceived with lies; the second time, he even faced him with a knife… Even if he was fragmented, his memories and consciousness were shattered, incomplete from soul to divinity. Since their third meeting, when his self-awareness began to gradually re-form, Wu Zhu had never believed in this guy’s “obedience” and “devotion.”

Ignorance does not mean stupidity.

For this human, there was never any trust, let alone betrayal or anger.

However, this did not mean he would tolerate provocation.

Symbolic obedience was broken, so symbolic peace lost its meaning as well.

He felt hungry.

It was a pleasant kind of hunger.

A long-endured desire clamored to be satisfied.

Since he had voluntarily torn off his false disguise, he should bear the consequences of breaking the balance.

Shadows entwined around the young man’s neck. Though it was not Wu Zhu’s hand, it was still part of him.

Wu Zhu could feel the human’s skin temperature, the delicate texture, the fragile throat bone vibrating slightly with the voice, blood rushing under the skin, and radiating heat.

Suddenly, images burst into his mind without warning.

Amber-colored, embarrassed and angry eyes covered with a watery sheen, a supple and slender body, a red dress torn at the hem, and long, pearl-sheened stockings on slender legs—

Those fragments were strange and eerie.

They were jarringly out of place, as if from another dimension, yet they truly existed.

“?!”

Wu Zhu was momentarily stunned, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

What was that?

In the brief chaos, his peripheral vision involuntarily fell on the human’s lips.

That annoying mouth.

Easily fabricating truths and lies, words wrapped in honey or poison.

“……”

Uncontrollable agitation was fermenting.

It danced in his beast-like pure golden eyes. The shadows around the young man’s neck tightened slowly, the throat bones creaking under the pressure, his breathing becoming rapid and difficult, his hot blood pumping faster, and his heart pounding.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

Physiological redness stained his pale face.

The human frowned, his lips parting and closing, struggling to draw thin air, his voice becoming hoarse and weak.

His gaze remained defiant, even appearing pleased and calm.

Wu Zhu watched as those pale, soft lips parted and closed, occasionally revealing white teeth, and nestled among them was a moist and soft tongue—quivering, flexible, and warm flesh.

A sickly fervor was transmitted.

Primal hunger stirred.

Punish him.

Devour him.

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