Chapter 19: Give the Demonic God a Little Human Shock

「Item Name: The Whisper of the Nameless. 」

「Type: consumable. 」

「Item Grade: C. 」

「Item Description: After using this item, gain the state "Forced Understanding." Under "Forced Understanding," the user's will never drops to zero, and they suffer no damage from low willpower. Duration: one minute. 」

「Note: Unnamed whispers fill my ears. Perfect—I'm beginning to understand everything. 」

The reason Randy's entire body was covered in Purifying Flame yet his soul had not dissipated was because, earlier, when Wu Chang had handed Randy the pill, he had replaced the original medicine inside the capsule with "The Whisper of the Nameless."

It was a safety measure.

If his plan failed and Randy believed in magic, causing Lyman to be reborn, this safety measure might awaken Randy's consciousness and turn the tide.

If his plan succeeded and Randy still devoutly believed in science, and Lyman did not revive, it was merely the loss of a C-grade consumable.

The facts proved he had made the right call.

The Quietist Sect's preparations were indeed thorough; even though he had foreseen their scheme, he still fell into their trap.

Wolf did not need him to persuade Randy—he only needed Wu Chang to get Randy out of the office and expose him to the Quietist Church.

That is, any player entering the instance who sought to use Randy's power against the Quietist Sect had already walked into the trap and would inevitably trigger the descent of the Demonic God.

Unfortunately for the Quietist Sect, they encountered Wu Chang.

Wu Chang was not fighting alone.

At this moment, he carried the wills of players who had been mages, gamblers, doctors, and even the legacies of Old Anderson and the original members of the Arcane Knight Order, along with their relics.

That was why he had set the trap for Lyman.

When wearing the King's Emblem, the hidden note on the Anti-Magic Crossbow revealed: "Only a direct strike upon the Source can truly harm the Demonic God."

There were two ways to strike the Source: one was to sacrifice the Anti-Magic Crossbow, the other was the Purification Array—both were the brutal measures the Arcane Knight Order had prepared for Lyman.

He never received them back then; now Wu Chang was making up for it.

First, the Purification Array simmered slowly, numbing Lyman, while controlling the heat to bring Randy's soul to the brink of death, placing it on the Purification Array's kill line.

Once on the kill line, he immediately triggered resonance between the King's Emblem and the Arcane Emblem, unleashing the Arcane Knight Order's final card—the final purification, igniting the inferno to seal the fate.

Final Purification could be called the pinnacle of human mysticism; even a Demonic God struggled to resist it, let alone one locked in continuous kill-state Final Purification.

Within just a few breaths, Lyman could no longer hold out.

The blackness in Randy's eyes rapidly receded; at this rate, clarity would return in another dozen seconds.

Yet just as Wu Chang stared into Randy's eyes, Randy's body, engulfed in Purifying Flame, suddenly stopped convulsing and snapped his head up to meet Wu Chang's gaze.

The next instant, Wu Chang saw the blackness in Randy's eyes expand endlessly, swallowing everything in an instant.

"What the hell!"

Wu Chang felt as if he had plunged into the deep sea, his body instinctively thrashing violently—then came a loud bang, followed by an indescribable pain shooting up from his little toe.

The pain snapped him back to awareness. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on his bed in his dorm room.

There was no sanatorium, no zombies scattered on the floor, no resurrected Demonic God—everything had been just a dream.

And he had just kicked the bed rail beside him because of this dream.

Looking down, his little toe's nail was purple-black, nearly torn off.

Ouch!

Just looking at it made his heart ache.

Knock knock knock.

He frowned. Who the hell was visiting now? "Who is it?"

Hopping on one leg, he dragged himself off the bed—before he could reach the door, it burst open under brute force.

A monstrous entity appeared at the threshold, surging into the dorm like seawater flooding the Titanic's hull.

The monster's existence defied description—it resembled nothing Wu Chang had ever seen, as if an amalgamation of countless writhing things, its form shifting constantly with each movement.

Yet if one claimed it had no form, one could still discern the shadows of all things within its countless tiny writhing parts.

The more closely one stared, the stranger it became.

The monster's existence seemed to transcend space; Wu Chang faced it directly, yet his perspective kept switching between eye-level, looking down, looking up, and sometimes even inward-outward or other bizarre angles.

At one fleeting moment, one such perspective flashed—and suddenly, he understood: this thing before him was not a physical entity, but an emotion, or rather, a spiritual entity.

Only then did he truly see it.

Simultaneously, one of the tiny writhing parts beneath his gaze ruptured, and an overwhelming, irresistible terror drowned him.

The shock of that terror and despair was enough to turn an ordinary person into Bai Chi instantly.

!

Black blood poured from Wu Chang's seven orifices. He began to tremble; he felt every cell in his body shaking, as if they would collapse and scatter in the next instant from sheer terror.

At that moment, a strange whisper arose beside his ear.

The content of the whisper was indistinct, yet it filled him with profound calm, steadying his crumbling will and gradually restoring his composure.

That was a close call.

He hadn't expected Lyman to resist even in his dying moments, dragging him into the dream.

Even more unexpected: in the dream, Lyman revealed his true form—and Wu Chang had merely glanced at it, nearly dying from fright.

Fortunately, while activating Final Purification, he had, as a precaution, swallowed a "Whisper of the Nameless" himself.

As the master of dream and reality, Lyman could manipulate the perceived duration within the dream—but the duration of "The Whisper of the Nameless" was absolute external time, unaffected by the dream's length.

This meant that even if time within Lyman's dream stretched endlessly, Wu Chang's mind would not shatter until Lyman was fully consumed by Purifying Flame.

Lyman's final counterattack had backfired on himself.

Recalling the soul-shattering terror, Wu Chang's rage surged, his courage hardened—he would give Lyman, this Demonic God, a little human shock.

He took down the Mao Jin hanging beside his bed, wiped the blood from his face, and revealed a slightly eerie smile.

He was the master of the dream; after being attacked by Blood Thorn, the dream became a lucid dream, granting him partial control over it.

"You showed me something good—I'll show you something even better."

Saying this, he opened Lao Si's computer, found a hidden folder named "Perversions," and began playing the restricted videos inside.

Under his control, hundreds of gigabytes of bizarre videos played through in seconds.

After watching Lao Si's cherished videos of Blood Thorn, he writhed violently, as if he had seen something filthy.

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

"Pfft! Pervert! Disgusting! Even hell would shut its doors after seeing you!"

Blood Thorn's "physical revulsion" drastically weakened its control over Wu Chang's dream, and the Purifying Flame also burned along its origin into the dream.

White flames erupted from the cracks in Blood Thorn's body, scorching every writhing filament composing it.

As the writhing filaments turned to ash, the dream shattered.

(End of Chapter)