Chapter 83: Deceiving Heaven, Altering Fate (8)

The phone line fell silent for a moment, then a light, mocking young voice spoke up: "Hehehehahaha, are you one of the four players Feng Youyun hired? You disposed of the anomaly so easily and quickly—he didn't pick wrong."

"May I ask your name?"

"My humble name isn't worth mentioning—call me God."

Li Cheng smirked and interrupted: "Let me guess—the corpse in the coffin has fracture fragments on its leg bones. It's not Feng's wife—it's Zhao Xinglang's father, the guy Feng ruined in a business rivalry and drove to suicide by jumping."

"Correct." The young man on the other end admitted bluntly.

Li Cheng nodded: "Also, I don't know who the wandering sorcerer was ten years ago, but three months ago, the person pretending to be that sorcerer and contacting Feng was you."

I then appeared at the right moment to tell him everything—hahaha, I can't wait to see the expression on his face then.

Everyone here is so talented, and talks so well—I love this place.

Probably feared the "resurrection ritual" might go wrong and cost him both his wife and his investment.

In a guesthouse suite in Wudun Town, an ordinary-looking glasses-wearing youth—or rather, Cervantes—jolted upright as if electrocuted, swiftly tucked away his phone, and opened his player panel to log into the Killing Ground.

"How many of you four survived? My blood corpse has combat power around Lv8–Lv10. It can even phase through walls inside the villa."

The young man described his original meticulous plan with gleeful enthusiasm, as if he were playing a brilliant game of chess rather than manipulating human fates.

In the twilight, rain poured down in torrents, lightning struck, thunder rolled.

"No need," Li Cheng sighed. "You really shouldn't have picked up this call just for entertainment."

"Then what else? Hahahahaha."

For his wife, he'd abandon his son, daughter-in-law, grandson, even his own life—what a truly obsessive fool.

There are those who love surfing the web all day posting "classic, urgent, filial, funny, tense, stiff" memes and hellish jokes;

and there are people like me, who pursue dramatic spectacle and grand performances in the real world, personally crafting scenes of human tragedy and comedy.

Given his billion-dollar fortune, he probably couldn't afford top-tier experts, but still, as the gardener in disguise, I took precautions and left the villa early—after all, Wudun Town is hosting the World Internet Conference, and plenty of high-level players have arrived.

A real fight might draw the Special Affairs Bureau.

The young man laughed loudly: "My ID is 【Cervantes】, a member of the 【Laughing Troupe】. Unlike those miserable fools who struggle daily in the Killing Ground for survival, the Laughing Troupe believes in seizing joy—turning every amusement into fuel for our own advancement."

Feng's entire family died with nothing gained, while Zhao Xinglang's resurrected father, upon regaining shallow consciousness, discovered his revenge was complete—but he'd eaten his own son. The dramatic effect is perfect—just thinking about it makes me laugh.

Would you be interested in joining our 【Laughing Troupe】? For every new member you recruit, the top level gives 1000 game coins—I'll split the referral bonus with you."

By the way, your ability to easily uncover the truth—and even call me—proves your competence.

I even dosed Feng with a drug, altering his life form so he could survive even with most of his body destroyed, to witness the final act."

Both were stunned not only by the youth's cruelty, but also by a deep chill—Wang Beipo didn't even know what the truth was before he died cluelessly at the blood corpse's hands. It made players feel a sense of shared dread.

I dug open Feng's wife's grave, threw away her bones, and put Zhao Xinglang's father's bones inside."

The young man clicked his tongue: "Originally, I planned to let Feng keep drowning in his fantasy, then release the blood corpse at the right moment to make it eat Zhao Xinglang first, then Xiao Feng's family."

How laughable—Feng actually believed the "Scripture of Supreme Void Fate Alteration" worked, reveling in the joy of his wife's resurrection while pretending to seek help from the Special Affairs Bureau."

To make it more realistic, I used dark arts to make Zhao Xinglang's father's bones grow partial flesh and tendons, then cut off his genitals, nose, and facial skin, leaving the flesh bloody and unrecognizable."

"Yes," the young man on the phone sighed, "I was too arrogant—I thought I had Feng completely under control, but this fool's willpower was weak. He secretly contacted a middleman and hired four players as insurance."

Li Cheng repeated verbatim the tour guide's daytime description of Wudun Town: "The 3D lightning real-time positioning system reconstructs the three-dimensional spatiotemporal properties of lightning discharge channels through high-speed sampling, pulse matching, and 3D positioning technologies."

There are also arms dealers who delight in setting the world ablaze.

After leaving the detention center, I impersonated him, tracked down Feng Youyun, the wealthy magnate of Su City—and unexpectedly he was so gullible, falling for it easily.

Cervantes grinned: "The phone I used is a special model from the Killing Ground—even the Whale Song members skilled in cyber-intrusion can't trace my location through the call signal."

"No thanks. I prefer working alone," Li Cheng declined, calm. "From the barrier we encountered when driving back to the mountain villa, you're still in Wudun Town?"

Theater isn't nonsense, adaptation isn't random. I borrowed that pure scam text, the "Scripture of Supreme Void Fate Alteration," and studied it carefully."

"One dead, three left."

"Of course—I have to stay to see the ending of this drama. Like a murderer always returning to the crime scene. But don't bother looking for me."

"What does that mean?" Cervantes sensed something wrong, his mocking tone slightly fading.

Hmm… judging by when you called me, the Killing Ground probably assigned you an urgent task: to independently resolve the blood corpse without external help."

The youth remained oblivious, likely didn't care, and continued speaking casually: "Since you figured it out, I won't play coy anymore."

It's raining now, thunder is rolling—our phone call's thunder is equivalent to a radar for positioning."

Finally, I dosed the daily meals of Feng's son and grandson—causing the former to have nightmares and the latter to develop bruises."

"Brilliant," Li Cheng nodded, walked through the woods, drew his pistol, and fired in rage toward the brightly lit Wudun Town in the distance. "Too bad an accident happened."

Hahahaha, those fools actually came scanning with anomaly detection devices—the "Scripture of Supreme Void Fate Alteration" is a scam text, the so-called fate pattern is useless, so of course it won't register any anomaly."

For stability, the Special Affairs Bureau obviously couldn't drag the entire Wudun Town into the Shadow Realm—that would cause too much damage. But under the radar's effect, they can precisely lock onto your position."

The guild embraces all, absorbing everything: there are genius children who enjoy urinating in circles to trap ants;

A lie cost several lives. Feng's eyes trembled, speechless; Xiao Feng's eyes bulged with rage; Bai Zhi and You Anjian's faces turned grim.

Miguel de Cervantes was the greatest writer in Spanish literature; his work "Don Quixote" stands as the pinnacle of Spanish classical art and European modern realistic fiction. Its absurdity, mockery, and tragic undertones mirror the Feng family's tragedy."

When Feng, having destroyed his entire family, watched with hopeful anticipation as the blood corpse grew skin, he was stunned to discover the resurrected figure wasn't his wife—but his long-dead enemy."

Li Cheng lowered his pistol in the rain, paused, and asked: "You went through all this trouble to create such a tragedy—surely it wasn't just for entertainment?"

"Exactly right," the young man grinned. "While experiencing life in detention, I heard an old man in my cell—the same wandering con artist—bragging about this."

"Wudun Town is the first place in the country to adopt cutting-edge internet technology: autonomous driving, drone food delivery, smart waste sorting, and the most advanced meteorological system, including but not limited to radiation monitoring, wind energy monitoring, and 3D lightning real-time positioning."

In other words, it can lock onto the shape of lightning and trace its sound source."

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Clear text appeared in his vision.

It's the barrier—the Special Affairs Bureau has come for you."

(End of Chapter)