[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game":3,"chapter-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-62":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Immortal Who Speedruns the Supernatural Game",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2296731,4492,"Chapter 62: That Was No Accident!","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>“Cough cough cough… You… shall join me in the Underworld! I have already seen that distant future!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yin Yuan God knew he was doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit sealed inside the pig’s head by Gentleman Penguin flickered violently, its emotions wildly agitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang, holding the [Xiao Chuan], wore a calm expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured: “Underworld? I’d welcome it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken sword plunged mercilessly into the crack of the pig bone, pinning the spirit within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering pressure, laden with pure spiritual energy, erupted forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a volcanic eruption, energy and spiritual waves slammed against the sky, causing the barrier created by the demonic orb to tremble violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, its indestructible nature allowed it to hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiezhi and the Ancheng Chief stood far away, their expressions grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This energy was simply too immense, beyond reason—even Xiezhi at full strength could not produce such a massive spiritual disturbance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this be the true face of the Yin Yuan God?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the big shot actually be toppled by a petty trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they were still lost in thought, Wu Wang’s expression had grown increasingly delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as I suspected!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first obtained the [Xiao Chuan Broken Sword], he had been puzzled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it could only consume spirits that had lost the ability to resist, how could it amplify attributes based on the spirit’s strength?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Generally speaking, a spirit that lost resistance was already on its last breath—how could one still distinguish strength between half-dead things?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much thought, he reached a conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The amplified attributes and attack effects should be calculated based on the spirit’s inherent strength, not its current state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dead camel is still bigger than a horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Yin Yuan God was now utterly weak, its soul’s essence was no simple thing—it had descended from an unknown dimension and laid plans across bizarre worlds; in a xianxia novel, it would count as half a demon from beyond the realms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, Gentleman Penguin knocked it into silence with one cane strike—but any normal player facing it would meet the same fate as those five guys who came to dig for treasure at level 25.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One bite, crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wu Wang had hit the jackpot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sword spirit forged from the Yin Yuan God must be unimaginably powerful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, baby! Show me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit within the pig’s head and the towering energy gradually faded until extinguished; a strange purplish-red aura began to coil around the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang felt [Xiao Chuan] undergoing some transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost there…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s about to emerge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Wu Wang expected the attack effect entry or altered attribute panel to appear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something else popped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Reading spirit memory】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Memory replaying】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang: “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything around him began to rapidly rewind—the wild grass, once grown to his knees, vanished, revealing bare ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancestral hall, previously smashed to rubble by the Ancheng Chief, restored to its original state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the village’s decay and desolation reversed to its former prosperity—except one anomaly: the entire village was now littered with severed limbs and corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses of villagers slaughtered by the Holy Maiden’s revenge lay everywhere; the craters from landmines along the roads still carried the acrid stench of gunpowder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was right after the dungeon ended!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… went back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang’s heart shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood precisely at the center of the ancestral hall; less than five meters beneath the floor tiles lay the Yin Yuan God, sealed by Penguin’s cane strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap tap tap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps sounded outside the ancestral hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was coming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange, inexplicable unease lingered in Wu Wang’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had lived through it, he knew better than anyone how bizarre this sound was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All villagers were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Maidens had fulfilled their wishes and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The largest living thing in the village capable of making noise was now just a rat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Yuan Village was supposed to be a deserted, empty ruin—where the hell were these footsteps coming from?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancestral hall’s door swung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man wearing a black-and-white mask entered, towering at least one meter ninety, his black robe flapping violently in the wind; where he walked, even green grass turned withered and yellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his shoulder rested a three-meter-long, eerie scythe, radiating a death-god aura that deterred any bold move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit! My fake smile mask!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon closer inspection, he realized the man’s black-and-white mask, though similar to his own [Fake Smile Mask], had subtle differences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mask’s expression was—crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at its center, an inverted triangle emblem was carved—likely the Disaster Cult’s mark mentioned by Xiezhi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy’s aura was truly bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang instinctively wanted to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man acted as if he saw nothing—only glanced around the open ground, then stood still, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right, this is a memory. Dammit, I’ve gotten too used to being a coward—I automatically wanted to hide and ambush.” Wu Wang felt a flicker of pride in his bad habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See that!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cowardly behavior is etched into my DNA!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crying-mask man stood still, sensing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about five minutes, he pulled a strange camouflage walkie-talkie from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a voice as raspy as rusted iron scraping together, he murmured: “The trait of immortality has appeared here, but I arrived too late—I didn’t find him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang’s heartbeat quickened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Immortal】!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man knew about 【Immortal】!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he here for me? Who is he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the other end of the walkie-talkie came a woman’s voice, dripping with seduction: “Don’t worry~ Since he’s been chosen by the Spirit Disaster Game, we’ll have plenty of chances to find him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rushing won’t get you hot tofu~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman exuded an uncanny allure—even with only her voice, even though Wu Wang was merely observing Yin Yuan God’s memory, not witnessing it firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he felt his mouth go dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A demonic fire seemed to rise within his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he was overly lustful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that some primal desire inherent to all living beings was being amplified and provoked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the next second, the crying-mask man’s raspy voice returned, filling the ancestral hall with icy killing intent—instantly snapping Wu Wang back to clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m impatient? If not for your mistake, the Descent Awakening Ceremony five years ago should have dragged 【Immortal】 permanently from reality into the Spirit Disaster Game!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Instead, you barely caused a plane crash in reality! Made me wait five more years!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have any idea how I’ve lived these five years?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crying-mask man shouted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent wind erupted; all life within the ancestral hall withered. Ants and spiders froze; the grass turned instantly yellow, then powdered, scattered by the gale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Wu Wang, observing from this detached perspective, remained frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he lost the concept of death—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of his inner emotions had grown increasingly faint, especially intense ones like fear and anger, which he could no longer feel at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he seemed to have regained them—emotions surged forth again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Five years ago, Descent Awakening Ceremony, Plane Crash, Immortal】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These four keywords together—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind churned with a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That wasn’t an accident!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it is a ritual long premeditated!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1207,"2026-06-20T05:36:16.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","21ad6575920e194d6a6737ab62d771fc2f2fbba997429f68b26988aaab2f72a0","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-63","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-61",331,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-cover.jpg"]