Chapter 19: Giving the Evil God a Little Human Shock

"Item Name: Whisper of the Nameless."

"Type: Consumable."

"Item Grade: C."

"Item Description: After using this item, gain the 'Forced Understanding' status. While in the 'Forced Understanding' status, no matter what happens, the user's willpower will not drop to zero, and they will not suffer damage from low willpower. Duration: One minute."

"Note: Unexplained whispers fill my ears. It's wonderful; I have gradually understood everything."

The reason Randy’s soul did not dissipate even though his entire body was covered in Purifying Flames was that when Wu Chang handed Randy the medicine earlier, he had replaced the original medication in the capsule with the "Whisper of the Nameless."

This served as an insurance policy.

If his plan failed and Randy came to believe in the existence of magic, leading to the rebirth of Laiman, this insurance might be enough to awaken Randy’s consciousness and turn the tables.

If his plan succeeded and Randy remained devoutly committed to science, with Laiman failing to resurrect, then he would have only lost a C-grade consumable.

Facts proved that his insurance policy was the right move.

The Serenity Sect was indeed well-prepared; even though he had foreseen their conspiracy in advance, he had still fallen into their trap.

Wolf did not need his help to persuade Randy; he only needed him to get Randy to leave the office and expose himself to the Serenity Sect.

In other words, any player who entered the dungeon and tried to use Randy’s power to deal with the Serenity Sect had already fallen into a trap, which would inevitably trigger the ending of the Evil God’s descent.

Unfortunately, the Serenity Sect had encountered Wu Chang.

Wu Chang was not fighting alone.

At this moment, he carried the legacy of players like the Mage, the Gambler, and the Doctor, as well as the wills of Old Anderson and the members of the first-generation Arcane Knights, and he had also inherited their relics.

That was why he had set the trap for Laiman.

When wearing the King’s Badge, the hidden note on the Demon-Slaying Crossbow stated, "Only by striking the source can one truly harm an Evil God."

There were two ways to strike the source: one was to sacrifice the Demon-Slaying Crossbow, and the other was the Purification Array; both were ruthless methods prepared by the Arcane Knights for Laiman back in the day.

Laiman hadn't enjoyed them back then, so now Wu Chang was making up for it.

First, the Purification Array simmered slowly to paralyze Laiman, while simultaneously controlling the intensity to bring Randy’s soul to the brink of death, putting him within the "kill zone" of the Purification Array.

Once in the kill zone, he immediately caused the King’s Badge and the Arcane Badge to resonate, unleashing the trump card of the Arcane Knights—the Final Purification—to turn up the heat and finish the job.

The Final Purification could be called the greatest masterpiece of human occultism; even an Evil God would find it hard to resist, let alone a Final Purification that was continuously entering a kill state.

In just a few breaths, Laiman could no longer hold on.

He saw the pitch-black darkness in Randy’s eyes fading rapidly; at this rate, he would recover his clarity in another dozen seconds or so.

However, just as Wu Chang stared into Randy’s eyes, Randy’s body, covered in Purifying Flames, suddenly stopped twitching and abruptly raised his head to meet Wu Chang’s gaze.

The next moment, Wu Chang saw the darkness in Randy’s eyes expand continuously, swallowing everything in an instant.

"What the hell!"

Wu Chang felt as if he were falling into the deep sea; his body struggled violently by instinct, and then he heard a loud bang in his ears, followed by an indescribable, sharp pain coming from his little toe.

The pain brought him back to his senses. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on his bed in the dormitory.

There was no sanitarium around him, no zombies covering the ground, and no resurrected Evil God; everything had just been a dream.

And he had just kicked the bed frame because of this dream.

Looking down, the nail of his little toe was purple and blue, nearly torn off.

Hiss!

Just looking at it made him feel a piercing pain.

Knock, knock, knock.

He frowned. Which unlucky soul was coming to visit at this hour? "Who is it?"

He climbed out of bed, limping, but before he could walk over to open the door, he saw the dormitory door being smashed open by brute force.

A mass of indescribable monsters appeared at the doorway, rushing into the dormitory violently like seawater flooding into a ship's cabin when the Titanic hit an iceberg.

The monster’s existence was indescribable; it was unlike anything Wu Chang had ever seen, appearing as an aggregate of countless writhing things, its form constantly changing with its movements.

Yet, if one were to say it had no appearance, one could see the shadows of all things within its countless tiny writhing parts.

The more carefully one looked, the more alien it felt.

The monster’s existence seemed to transcend space; Wu Chang looked at it face-to-face, yet his perspective constantly shifted between eye-level, top-down, and bottom-up views, and sometimes even stranger perspectives from the inside out appeared.

After a certain perspective flashed by at one moment, a sudden realization struck him: the thing before him was not a physical entity, but an emotion, or rather, a spiritual entity.

Only at this moment did he truly see it.

At the same time, the tiny writhing part he was staring at burst open, and a fear so immense it was impossible to resist submerged him.

The impact of that fear and despair was enough to turn an ordinary person into an idiot instantly.

!

Black blood flowed from Wu Chang’s seven orifices. He began to tremble; he felt every cell in his body shaking, as if they would collapse from sheer terror at any moment and scatter in flight.

Just then, an inexplicable whisper sounded in his ears.

The content of the whisper was unclear, yet it brought him immense peace of mind, stabilizing his crumbling willpower and allowing him to gradually regain his composure.

That was a close call.

He hadn't expected Laiman to be able to resist even at the point of death, dragging him into a dream.

What surprised him even more was that Laiman had revealed its true form in the dream, and he had almost been scared to death just by taking one look.

Fortunately, while he was activating the Final Purification, he had also taken a "Whisper of the Nameless" for safety’s sake.

As Laiman, who controlled the power of dreams and reality, it could manipulate the length of time within a dream, but the duration of the "Whisper of the Nameless" was based on absolute external time and was not affected by the length of the dream.

This meant that before Laiman was burned away by the Purifying Flames, no matter how long the time in the dream lasted, his spirit would not collapse.

Laiman’s final counterattack had instead become a trap of its own making.

Recalling the fear that had struck his soul, Wu Chang felt anger rise in his heart and malice grow in his gut; he prepared to give Laiman, this Evil God, a little bit of human shock.

He took down the towel hanging by the bed, wiped the blood from his face, and revealed a slightly eerie smile.

He was the master of the dream; after being attacked by Laiman, the dream had turned into a lucid dream, and he had subsequently gained partial control over it.

"You showed me something good, so I’m going to show you something good too."

After saying this, he opened the fourth roommate's computer, found a hidden folder named "Fetish," and began playing the restricted videos inside.

Under his control, hundreds of gigabytes of bizarre videos were played through in just a few seconds.

Laiman, having watched the fourth roommate's collection, seemed to have seen something filthy and began to writhe violently all over.

A strong emotion, imbued with will, filled the entire dormitory.

"Ptooey! Pervert! Disgusting! Even Hell would close its doors if it saw you!"

Laiman’s "physiological discomfort" caused its control over Wu Chang’s dream to drop significantly, and at the same time, the Purifying Flames followed the source and burned into the dream.

White flames erupted from the gaps in Laiman’s body, scorching every writhing mass that composed it.

As the writhing masses turned to ash, the dream shattered accordingly.

(End of chapter)