Chapter 193: Live-Streaming a Dungeon Run

Miss Kelaien was sprinting through the historical fog, as transparent worms and slippery tentacles surged from the patches of light known as "Gaps in History."

He chanted the honorific name of the Goddess of Night in his mouth, hoping to gain some aid; the sense of crisis drew ever closer, and the "shadow" formed of worms and tentacles surged like a great wave, seeking to engulf him.

'If only I knew Amon's honorific name!'

Lure Amon over and beat him into a pulp!

Wait, don't I already know Amon's honorific name?! The Red Angel told me not long ago! If I survive this, I need to find a doctor to check whether my memory is deteriorating!

Miss Kelaien hastily opened his mouth and chanted:

"The hand that turns the pointer of time."

"The shadow that wanders through fate."

"The embodiment of fraud and mischief!"

The instant Miss Kelaien finished chanting, he heard a soft laugh by his ear; his body trembled, and he froze in place, unable to move.

Zaratul seized the moment; the worm-wave was about to devour him.

The next instant, the marionette Enuni, which had been lost in the melee, appeared beside Miss Kelaien, swapping places with him and shielding him behind its body!

Winner Enuni gazed at the tide of worms and tentacles rolling in, curled the corners of his mouth, and produced from somewhere a monocle, which he placed over his right eye socket.

"Interesting." He pinched the crystal-carved monocle.

An ancient, mottled stone clock's phantom emerged; its dial was divided by grey-white and blue-black into twelve asymmetrical sections, each bearing a different symbol representing a different hour.

Dong!

Zaratul's movements stiffened for a moment, falling into a frozen state.

Blazing pillars of light, mountain-sized stone spears, space thrown out of balance, soul-shaking breaths—

All manner of stolen angel-level supernatural abilities were unleashed.

Zaratul was caught off guard, because the moment he saw that monocle, his first reaction was terror; only afterward did he realize that what had come was not the true body.

When Zaratul struggled free from the barrage of angel-level attacks, before his eyes lay only the empty historical fog and patches of light.

Furious tentacles lashed the surrounding mist, shattering patch after patch of gaps; a reluctant, raging howl echoed through the historical fog.

"Brothers in the livestream, double-tap 666."

"A nightmare-tier mixed dungeon in the Lord of the Mysteries world—Sequence 1 Zaratul and Sefirah! I'm going to show you all what a solo run looks like!"

"Wait, is that Zhongli? Still throwing the match down below? As a historical projection, aren't you holding on a little too long?"

Ye Fan: "The moment I entered the livestream I saw the doggo mod showing off. From Adam's place all the way to now."

Han Li: "Mm, Fellow Daoist Su is every inch a lofty sage; Han Li, though, walks haltingly, his heart drunk and adrift."

Su Lin: "What does that mean?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "@Lu Mingfei, the Literature Club's here, get to work."

Lu Mingfei: "."

Lu Mingfei: "You're putting on such a show, I'm speechless."

Lu Mingfei: "I'm not the one saying it! That's what Liu Li Ge means."

Su Lin: "Since when did Liu Li Ge become a cultured man?"

Han Li: "Li occasionally enjoys reading the sage texts of the mortal world as well."

This is saying that Senior Han Li had no culture before—hahaha.

Song Shuhang, holding a horse stance, couldn't help but snort with laughter; Senior Bai beside him raised a hand and flicked him on the head, making his forehead sting.

Nearly the entire Straw Hat crew had collapsed to the deck; ever since that strikingly handsome man named "Bai" had come aboard, one absurd thing after another had kept happening.

To put it aptly, in just one short month they had lived through ten movie arcs.

Two hours ago they had barely escaped a single nation-destroying bomb, and were already exhausted to the point of collapse.

The haul wasn't bad either, but the key thing was it was far too dangerous.

"Cultivate well, don't slack off." Senior Bai held a captain's log in his hand; during this period he had mainly been helping his little friend Song Shuhang fill in the gap of over a dozen years without cultivation, letting him lay a solid foundation.

Song Shuhang had an enormous karmic tie to him; given that, holding nothing back in his teaching was more than acceptable.

The most important point—how should I put it—

The way Song Shuhang, even after becoming the Heavenly Dao, still came to him asking for spells was just too... too... White Zunzhe rifled through the new vocabulary he had learned recently and found just the right adjective.

Salty!

Way too salty!

"Acting like that, you'll never make a reliable big senior, Shuhang." King Dou Dou picked up a comic-book-style drumstick in his paw, took a bite, and commented: "Cast the screen, hurry up and cast the screen."

Song Shuhang sighed and projected the chat messages again; if only there were a way to pull the others in directly... he wouldn't have to go to the trouble of casting the screen himself.

What on earth was the selection mechanism of this chat group?

Ye Fan: "Reasonably speaking, if conditions allow in the future, I'll find a way to drag Adam over here."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Have some decency."

Su Lin: "+1"

Song Shuhang: "Senior Ye Fan, where's your Hun Tian Di dignity..."

Ye Fan: "Dignity? I'm at the Fourth Extremity realm and you want to talk to me about dignity?"

Ye Fan: "One day, the name of the Veil of Heaven Trading Company will shine across all the myriad worlds! Wonder if I can daydream up an immortality drug and a human-body great medicine—earn a small goal first, jiejiejie."

Come on, is the Veil of Heaven World not enough for you to wreck?

Ye Fan: "Ahem, doggo mod, are you streaming or not? This footage is way too appetizing."

In the footage, Sefirah sprouted a series of strange protrusions—some were skulls, others were three-dimensional eyes; those eyes swept the surroundings, the skulls opened their mouths and lolled out tongues, and viscous fluid dripped out.

Han Li: "What a loathsome and revolting form—so this is a mythological creature of that world? My apologies, Brother Zhou, I didn't mean you."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "It's fine, he can't see it anyway. I also find it disgusting."

Purple Gold Divine Dragon: "I, Grandpa Dragon, just ate breakfast this morning, gahhh!!! I shouldn't have clicked in!"

Zhang Chulan: "I think I'm getting physically ill. Those two pairs of hands are so disgusting."

Among the many mythological biological forms of angels, besides its inherent psychic shock, Siwai'a's appearance is also among the ugliest.

After all, this creature is also a container directly controlled by the Desire Tree.

The Desire Tree, which has an unclear relationship with the Fallen Mother Goddess—Su Lin finds it hard to imagine what kind of aesthetic these two things could possibly have.

The chat group's livestream function is pretty good, but it's too good—it blocks the spiritual contamination while still making one feel immersed.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "@Su Lin, you can't even beat the Sky Curtain Behemoth at level 60 and you still have the nerve to call yourself the God of Light."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "I can't really stomach this scene, bro, I'm logging off to recover first."

Jianan Academy

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan closed the spiritually contaminated scene in the livestream room and looked at Xiao Xun'er beside him.

So beautiful, the entire world feels purified.

"Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan-gege?"

"Don't speak, let me look at you properly."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, somewhat weary, gently caressed Xiao Xun'er's face.

If there were a game's stat panel, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's current mental state would display as:

【+1, +1, +1, +1】

Su Lin: "Poor Mr. Fool was just captured, I'm waiting for Amon to leave here."

Su Lin: "Zaratul hasn't shown his face yet, I've decided to throw out some bait."

Saying so, Su Lin pulled the previous Miss Kelaien from a historical gap, placed that Spirit Worm into the historical projection, disguising it as Miss Kelaien summoning a new historical projection to escape.

Zhongli's historical projection still hasn't dissipated, so Zaratul will definitely think Miss Kelaien escaped from Amon.

Lu Mingfei: "Has the great Mr. Fool become a toy at this point? So pitiful, Monke I'm shipping them hard."

Su Lin: "Taunt maxed out, did you take the Hunter potion?"

Weigong Shilang: "@Lu Mingfei, you... forget it"

Weigong Shilang: "Feels like Lu Mingfei's been acting really strange lately."

Su Lin: "+1"

Yi Leina: "+1"

Song Shuhang: "+"

Song Shuhang: "By the way, Senior Zhongli is so handsome!"

Lu Mingfei: "Is he?"

Su Lin: "Holding a grudge huh, isn't it just that I almost... hehe, I won't say, I won't say."

Yi Leina: "What happened?! Almost what? Spit it out! Stop being mysterious!"

Ye Fan: "Riddle guys get lost."

Luffy: "Totally normal, just like how Nami gets in a bad mood for a few days every month, she'll be back to normal in a few days."

Lu Mingfei, who was pitching a tent on the ruins of Bansigang preparing to camp, suddenly trembled. She looked at the Straw Hat Boy's reply in the group chat in horror.

What kind of brain circuitry does this guy have?!

Zaratul was preparing to retreat, but everything was ruined—Source Castle actually fell into Amon's hands.

Although the avatar Amon sent wasn't his true body, it still possessed high standing. He would rather voluntarily intone Amon's honorific name—utterly terrible.

I didn't hesitate to cooperate with the Outer Gods in the starry sky, only to fail at the last moment.

Heh, I still need to make plans ahead and go into hiding, otherwise once Amon becomes a god he will aggregate the high-sequence characteristics of adjacent pathways.

There's another method—collect the other two Mystic Servant characteristics and accommodate the Uniqueness before Amon ascends to godhood, but this is nearly impossible; I still haven't found any traces of the relevant characteristics to this day.

Zaratul felt somewhat disheartened. Walking out from the historical fog, He discovered that angel projection—suspected to be of the Planter pathway but male—was actually going blow for blow with Siwai'a.

He began following the aggregating effect of the Beyonder characteristics, looking in a certain direction as guided. In the historical fog over there, a figure was sprinting wildly, already having escaped some distance.

"Hahaha"

Zaratul was immediately delighted, and even felt a bit of admiration for Miss Kelaien.

'Amon was actually fooled by him?'

What followed was a strange sense of lament. The Source Castle's favored one had asked me for the Sequence 4 demigod formula to advance, and in just this short time he's already become an Ancient Scholar.

He can even play games of wits between myself and Amon.

Compared to the Antigonus family ancestor—who was called half a "Fool"—Amon, and the Source Castle's favored one, He is far too mediocre. On this path, although He stands at Sequence 1, He has little hope of rising above.

He thought of his father, the ending of that old Zaratul.

'I'm not reconciled.'

So what if I'm mediocre? Hundreds of years of scheming culminate today!

'There's still a chance, he shouldn't have any cards left.'

Zaratul pursued from behind, pulling a tentacle from history to extract the Roselle from the Knowledge Emperor era, transforming him into knowledge symbols to wait in the corresponding real domain, while the true body once again became a worm vortex chasing after Miss Kelaien.

Several kilometers, hundreds of meters, tens of meters—the panicked Miss Kelaien once again leapt into a gap in history.

Zaratul secretly rejoiced. Facing himself at Sequence 1, the other party, as a Sequence 3, could only make a final struggle.

This is very reasonable.

He is about to become the master of Source Castle, one step ahead of them on this path!

Countless worms surged toward that patch of light, pouring into this unknown stretch of history.

"Surprise motherf*cker~"

The instant Zaratul entered this patch of light, a man with platinum eyes threw a continuously collapsing and compressing sphere from his hand.

Before there was time to react, a pure white, flawless light swallowed this stretch of history, endless light and heat bursting forth from that gap.

Within the boundless fog of history, a sun briefly appeared, its radiance even reaching a distant, ancient epoch.

Outside the fog of history, a transparent worm patterned with markings burrowed out of the void; these worms swiftly gathered together and transformed into the figure of Zaratul — black hair, cobalt-blue pupils.

At the critical moment, He used the Spirit Worms left outside, falsified the truth that His true body had been struck, grafted the target of the strike onto the Spirit Worms, and at the same time made a wish:

"I wish to return to my position one minute ago."

Zaratul snapped his fingers sharply in the realm of reality; He intended to graft this space together with the Frenzied Sea, reducing the distance to zero.

Nothing happened? The space had been bound by a higher-level restraint!

Zaratul could be certain — this was a trap aimed at Him!

There was no time to think about the deeper reasons; the surrounding space-time twisted for a moment, and He was about to enter the Evernight Realm, completely isolating His current region from the outside world, so that even information could not pass between them.

A Diviner never fights without preparation; even with questions unanswered, one must first escape this place, and only after reaching safety slowly review what happened.

And at this very moment, the eyes of Roselle — originally only a projection of history — became animated; through the connection with his summoner, he turned his gaze toward Zaratul, and an immense flood of knowledge and information poured into Zaratul's body.

A massive torrent of redundant information and useless knowledge poured wholesale into Zaratul's brain; He felt His head was about to explode outright, His thoughts momentarily unable to turn.

Zaratul fell into chaos.

【Little Zar! Sorry about this — they paid too much!】

【Serves you right for freeloading! Serves you right for freeloading! Serves you right for freeloading! Serves you right for freeloading!】

【The Diviner deserves a beating! The Diviner deserves a beating! The Diviner deserves a beating!】

Just like Miss Kelaien, Zaratul could not digest so much information and could only, by instinct, split it off onto His Spirit Worms.

And within that brief span of time, the angel who had been trading blows evenly with the Son of Darkness formed a strange seal in his hand.

"Jin Yu as a halberd."

Cubes of rock appeared around Zaratul's true body, these stones floating about Him, His soul ceaselessly taking blow after blow.

But this could not stop Him from gradually returning to normal — at the stage of Evernight Servant, spirit body and flesh are merged into one!

"Sleep."

A soft murmur reached His ears; Zaratul's chaotic consciousness drifted up and down in an ocean of light, while white lines sketched out geometric three-dimensional patterns in the void.

Unable to think, unable to use miracles, unable to act — after the light blazed forth, a palm-sized pure white cross dropped to the ground, and some gold and minerals wrapped around this cross, forming an ornate ornament.

"Time taken: 3 minutes 47 seconds. Clear." Su Lin picked up that cross, looked toward the Son of Darkness over there, and a light sword appeared in his hand:

"Truly entertaining enough to eat with."

Facing Su Lin's completely undisguised, gradually revealed dignity and aura, those two giant hands trembled.

Once.

Twice.

Those giant hands, covered in deformed and grotesque flesh, then trembled more and more violently; murky, filthy liquid slid down from the great tongues on the backs of the hands, and from the eyes.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Streamer, you're so ugly you've scared the opponent — why is he still shaking? Damn, the stream itself is shaking too."

Han Li: "Something's off. As a Sequence 1 Outer God Chosen of an Outer God, the Son of Darkness shouldn't be this afraid of you — he could still find a way to escape!"

Han Li: "Brother Su, be careful!"

In fact, without Han Li's reminder, Su Lin had already sensed something was off.

The ground gradually shattered, and along with it this space was also breaking apart; cracks of every kind appeared.

Thud.

Su Lin's true body was squeezed out from the fog of history.

Ye Fan: "Feels... not quite right..."

Ye Fan: "Streamer, what's going on here?"

Su Lin stared blankly around him — where's my safe house?! Where did my historical gap go?! Su Lin's brow furrowed, and he stepped back behind his Light God avatar.

Yi Leina: "What is that in the sky?!"

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "What an ugly giant face! Scared the great dragon!"

Weigong Shilang: "Are those really living creatures... how terrifying..."

Like shattered glass, after a piece of the space above fell away, a stretch of dark, mysterious cosmic space was exposed within the rift.

Countless horrifying giant faces, impossible to describe in detail, were pressed against an invisible barrier.

"Streamer... it looks like the streamer has overplayed his hand..." Su Lin muttered to himself.

Fortunately, in just a moment, that stretch of starry sky and the giant faces vanished without a trace.

Except that this underground space had been wrapped by a terrifying, filthy, chaotic force into a sealed cage, and above the cage hung a crimson moon.

Everything was still fine.

"So that's how it is." Zhongli walked over from the side, expression grave: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Su Lin, you've been targeted too."

Su Lin was silent for a moment: "Why not us?"

Zhongli did not speak, only turned his gaze forward.

One eye after another sprouted on those giant hands, all of them staring fixedly at Su Lin.

Why not stare at Zhongli?!

Su Lin looked at the two pairs of giant hands ahead undergoing some indescribable change — clearly entering some kind of second-stage transformation.

"... Shit!"

There's still a hidden dungeon!

End of chapter.