Chapter 57: You Are Actually His Devotees!!??

You are actually His devotees!!??

Insane!

All these people are insane!

Cheng Shi frowned and cautiously stepped back two paces.

They are indeed devotees of 【War】, their goal being to drag the entire Star Fall Continent into the abyss of war.

Yet even with this, he still could not determine whether the sacrifice for 【Death】 was this group of lunatics or Mo Li.

So Cheng Shi spoke again:

“So why do you think I’m suitable for your plan?”

Chen Shu suddenly lifted his head, his gaze blazing toward Cheng Shi as if staring at his most treasured treasure.

“Why?

Because you carry His aura, because you align with His will, because you too have received His gaze...

And yet you remain unaware!”

Wait—no!

Cheng Shi’s eyes snapped wide open, as if something had just occurred to him.

But before he could form the absurd thought in his mind, Chen Shu had already given the answer:

“The great 【Chaos】 God, your servant has found the first life awakened to the Chaos Will—he shall stand with us to witness...

Your descent!”

!!!!!!!!

Cheng Shi’s spine stiffened instantly, his scalp prickling.

【Chaos】!

It’s 【Chaos】!

They are devotees of 【Chaos】!!!

How could this be?

In an era where 【War】 has only just begun to notice, and 【Chaos】 was never even heard of, he had encountered the first batch of 【Chaos】 devotees!

The legendary 【Sprout Devotees】!

And his own identity, in a certain sense, was even purer than theirs!

No wonder...

No wonder the killer was so brazen, no wonder Chen Shu was so deranged, no wonder they had chosen him!

His will is precisely this.

【Chaos】 has drawn everyone together!

“...”

The overwhelming volume of information and the massive mental shock left Cheng Shi stunned for a long while—until Chen Shu himself recovered from his frenzy, letting out a few low, bitter laughs, and pulled Cheng Shi back to reality.

“You now know the name of the 【New God】. Will you still refuse?

Think of it: in the coming age, your name will be sung by countless devotees, just like us, becoming a Divine Favored of 【Chaos】!”

Here, Chen Shu suddenly hesitated, scratching his head awkwardly as he asked:

“I remember your name is...?”

Cheng Shi blinked, then quickly curled his lips into a wry smile, instantly returning to his most confident state:

Absolute honesty.

“Rather than that, why not first tell me what I won’t refuse?”

Chen Shu nodded.

“True. As one watched by Him, you must naturally participate in the ritual to welcome my Lord’s descent.

Your status is free; you can do far more than we can.

Find Mo Li, get close to Mo Li, then... kill Mo Li.

The Grand Inquisition has lost the 【Order】 Child—their fury will inevitably fall upon the Tower of Reason.”

“How can you be certain the Grand Inquisition will definitely fight the Tower of Reason?”

“You know, they’ve already started fighting—just scattered skirmishes so far. Mo Li’s death will accelerate the spread of war.

As for why—ha ha ha—Ados is a scholar of the Tower of Reason, yet Tarro is also a scholar of the Tower of Reason. Once the Grand Inquisition unveils 【That Object】, they’ll easily trace all of this.

Ha ha ha—it’s an unbreakable loop!”

That Object?

Cheng Shi raised an eyebrow but dared not ask directly; instead, he replied vaguely:

“But the Grand Inquisition will also learn that the Tower of Reason long ago expelled them.”

“No, you don’t understand—expulsion isn’t necessarily division, just as acceptance isn’t necessarily fusion. Once the seed of suspicion is planted, under the catalyst of war, everything will unfold naturally.”

“...Then what about you? If 【That Object】 appears, your identity won’t stay hidden either.”

“Me?” Chen Shu pointed at himself and laughed again.

“You want to find the true killer, don’t you? I can be that killer.

Though we don’t know what you’re pursuing, it doesn’t matter.

Kill me. Satisfy yourself.

This is a void space we’ve carved out—it lies deep underground, beyond the protection of 【Prosperity】.

Die here, and no one—not even the Grand Inquisition—will find my body.”

!!!

Looking at Chen Shu’s mad smile, Cheng Shi felt a shiver run through his core.

This man wasn’t insane—he’d realized the players were hunting the killer!

Yet he was utterly mad, willing to stake his own life as a pawn just to elicit Cheng Shi’s response!

All of this, for a belief as insubstantial as theirs—for the descent of “Chaos”...

“You... aren’t afraid of death?”

“All men must die.

I am not afraid of death—I fear only that my Lord will no longer watch over us.

To be honest, before coming here, we had no certainty. But when we met you...

I understood: this was His guidance.

You, aware of His existence, will surely help us accomplish this great feat!

Kill Mo Li, so my Lord...

May witness our devotion!”

As he spoke, Chen Shu pulled a dagger from his robe.

The dagger, glowing with a seductive, eerie red light, was so familiar that Cheng Shi froze completely upon seeing it.

“【When Fear Arrives】? Wasn’t that taken by Mo Li?”

Chen Shu chuckled twice, but for the first time, his laughter carried a trace of sorrow.

“The five of us descended from underground to here. Ados died. Me and Kataro survived. Can you guess where the other two went?”

A flash of insight struck Cheng Shi:

Alchemy, creation, dual divinity, two people...

A bold idea rose in his mind; he whispered in disbelief:

“Creation—besides crafting puppets—might also create...

From-God Relics!?”

“You’re very clever.

Qing was a devotee of 【Death】, Wuyageli a devotee of 【Corruption】. They were alchemized by Ados into replicas of 【When Fear Arrives】, stealing a sliver of authority from this From-God Relic.

When unused, the replicas perfectly inherit its authority.

To get close to Mo Li, we infused them with a special divinity, ensuring the replica would obey only 【Order】’s power.

Once the original selects its target, Qing and Wuyageli will be expelled by pure divinity, reverting from replica to flesh—and the replica will vanish.

But at that moment, the reformed humans will die instantly, offering themselves as sacrifice to the great 【Chaos】.

We never feared it being taken—we only feared failing to get close to Mo Li!”

“...”

What purple-gold-red gourd?

“Then what?” Cheng Shi asked, puzzled. “Use a fake to kill Mo Li and preserve the true From-God Relic?”

“Of course not. The From-God Relic needs no preservation—it’s not my Lord’s gift, but a discarded relic of other 【Gods】.

According to Ados’s plan, once Mo Li obtains the replica, he’ll lower his guard. That’s the perfect moment to break through his mental defenses!

The true From-God Relic must be used only at the most critical moment.

Isn’t that right?”

Damn, that makes perfect sense.

Cheng Shi had no reply.

“How about it? Don’t you think Ados was a genius?

His master was even greater—but this world cannot tolerate geniuses, let alone such great inventions.”

People shout of faith, yet all act in ways contrary to it.

And this, precisely, proves the world is inherently chaotic!

Everyone is an embodiment of contradiction and disorder!

“......”

To be honest, the Chaos believer's rhetoric was quite shocking, but Cheng Shi couldn't accept it.

At least for himself, he was not chaotic—he had always been stable.

That was: constantly deceiving others, including being deceived.

“Accept our invitation, and you can not only kill the ‘murderer,’ but also take Ados’s ‘Alchemy Notes.’

These are the notes left by the greatest genius of this era; if released, even scholars from the Tower of Rationality would fight over them.

Think about it—what will you choose?”

Haha, I have no choice.

We’ve talked this far—if I refuse, I’m dead.

Cheng Shi shook his head and let out a light laugh.

“Don’t you doubt my identity? You might not even know why I came here.”

“It doesn’t matter. Compared to His arrival, none of this matters.”

“What about Karta after you die?”

“His existence is to prove to the outside world: you are not the murderer. At the right moment, he will prove his devotion.”

Oh wow, you’re quite thoughtful.

Sounds nice, but it’s probably another suicide, right?

“You killed two of my companions, yet offer only one life back?” Cheng Shi continued, tone tinged with irony.

Chenosli paused, frowning and shaking his head.

“We killed only one person—I could tell, that hunter never got along with you.”

“?”

He wasn’t lying!

That means they only killed Wei Guan!

Then how did the ascetic die?

Did someone else take advantage of the chaos?

Who?

Cheng Shi pondered for a moment, but found no clear thread.

Could someone have contacted the semi-divine artifact before the ascetic?

Too many people were present—he had no leads yet.

Forget it. Back to the point.

“Even if I accept your invitation, how do I make a Level One Inquisitor of the Grand Tribunal fear me?”

“Hahaha, hahaha! Inquisitors are still human—humans have fear. Ask him: does he remember me?”

Okay, got it.

Cheng Shi sighed and asked again:

“Is it worth it?”

Chenosli glanced at him, saying nothing.

But his weathered eyes held unwavering resolve—in this moment alone, he had nothing to do with Chaos.

Cheng Shi was not a man who mourned the world’s suffering, nor one who failed to recognize kindness.

One of his greatest strengths was listening to advice.

He understood Chenosli’s meaning, and nodded:

“Deal.”

Chenosli went wild again at Cheng Shi’s affirmation, trembling as he offered the [When Fear Comes], then lifted his neck, offering it for the kill.

“If He descends after your death, will you regret never seeing Him?”

“Regret?”

“You don’t understand.

You’ve merely become aware of His existence—you haven’t grasped the true essence of [Chaos].

Act now. Let me join this sacrifice!

Join this most beautiful welcome to my Lord!”

The semi-divine artifact now lay quietly in Chenosli’s hand, utterly unlike the state in which the ascetic had held it.

Cheng Shi carefully extended his hand and lightly touched the dagger’s hilt.

A breath of death surged into his body through his finger, so thick it made him shudder instantly.

No rejection?

“Divine relics have no consciousness—they cannot refuse. But the copies forged by Qing and Wuya Ge carry obsession; they reject all but [Order] believers.”

Cheng Shi, emotions tangled, tucked away [When Fear Comes], then pulled a scalpel from his sleeve.

Though it was a semi-divine artifact, it felt less natural in hand than the scalpel.

“Any last words?”

Chenosli laughed freely.

“My friend, I remember your name...?”

Cheng Shi blinked, then smiled and replied:

“Ultraman. My name is Ultraman.”

Yes, I’m Outman.

To you, I’m just an outsider.

Goodbye, Chenosli.

I hope you’re my answer.

“Sssss—”

“Ugh... ugh...”

The blade fell—clean, swift, precise.

A thin slit split open instantly across Chenosli’s neck; as his pupils contracted, the nearly invisible wound exploded, spraying blood infused with [Order], [Corruption], and [Chaos] everywhere.

Watching his face freeze in mad ecstasy as he died, Cheng Shi stared blankly, shaking the blood from his hand.

“Wrong answer.”