Chapter 63: My Name Is Wu Wang, and I

Five years ago, that day.

Wu Wang lost much.

His parents, his eldest sister, his emotions, even the death that should have been his.

At first, he went mad from the side effect of 【Immortality】—the craving for death—and tried to kill himself repeatedly, dying nearly a thousand times in just one week to find peace.

Thanks to his second sister’s timely discovery.

He gradually emerged from the shadow.

Now someone told him.

It wasn’t an accident, but a result secretly plotted by someone.

The people he cared about died in a ridiculous, flawed Awakening Ceremony.

【He watches you from the Abyss】

【He feels a flicker of delight】

The red vertical pupil on the inside of his wrist blinked frantically; even in its crude, stick-figure form, its mockery was unmistakable.

The one in the Abyss seemed to be watching a clown.

He took a faint interest in what was to come.

Huh—

Wu Wang took a deep breath.

The turbulent complexity in his eyes slowly settled into calm.

But only he knew.

This wasn’t acceptance.

It was silence chosen to bide time for a future explosion.

“Crying mask… Cult of Disaster…”

“You’d better pray I never uncover the truth…”

In the memory of Yin Yuan God, this crying figure was strong.

At least the pressure he exuded was stronger than Yin Yuan God’s, for Wu Wang had felt a trace of fear from Yin Yuan God within the memory.

This man was probably no weaker than Blackheart Penguin.

The woman on the walkie-talkie wasn’t simple either.

Wu Wang estimated that if she appeared in the real world, very few people could stand before her with rational composure.

But none of this mattered.

They might not realize.

How fast a madman with the trait of 【Immortality】 can progress in this game called 【Spiritual Disaster】.

He was still too weak now.

But only for now.

The more he speed-ran dungeons, the sooner he would crush these arrogant bastards beneath his feet and make them pay for their pride!

Just like the villagers of Yin Yuan Village.

Blood buns…

Not so easy to swallow!

At that time, the truth of Immortality would surface.

Ding—

The crying figure in the memory had new movements.

He noticed something odd about a floor tile in front of the ancestral hall’s open ground.

He lightly touched the tile with his massive scythe.

A large golden question mark appeared on the tile.

This was Gentleman Penguin’s seal.

The moment he saw the question mark, he tilted his head.

He placed the walkie-talkie against the mask’s mouth and said: “Something went wrong. The Wanbao merchant was here before me. The Immortality might’ve been stolen. Can we panic now?”

The woman on the other end fell silent for a moment.

Then she sighed: “That penguin is cunning. It would never truly step into the real world—probably just used the power of the dungeon to sneak over for a glance. I can’t catch it in reality.”

“Then I’ll catch it in the Spiritual Disaster world,” the crying figure rasped. “After all, I couldn’t leave here before the public test.”

With that, he poked the tile with his scythe.

Wu Wang saw the pig-head seal of Yin Yuan God buried deep beneath the ground slowly reveal a downward-pointing triangle.

【Death’s Scythe (Exclusive) — Activate Effect Nine】

【Place a legendary-level spiritual shackle upon the target, unremovable by effects of the same or lower rank, duration: 30 minutes】

Oh, so this was what Yin Yuan God had been tricked by!

Wu Wang saw this system prompt the instant the mark appeared.

The Abyss God’s mark on his wrist spun wildly.

Clearly, only because of the Abyss God’s presence could he see the opponent’s equipped skill effects.

“I can’t break the Wanbao merchant’s seal myself—it would alert it. But what happened today can’t be known by others.”

“Lowly being, heed my command.”

“When the shackle triggers, that shall be your day of madness!”

“Cause as much disaster as you can!”

“Offer your insignificant soul in the highest reverence to death, let the world know His arrival!”

“Praise Disaster!”

As the crying figure chanted,

Strange energies seeped through the seal onto Yin Yuan God’s spirit—these were the forces that drove it, even in madness, to seek out crowded places and cause disaster.

Moreover, Wu Wang noticed Yin Yuan God’s weakness had been temporarily halted by this eerie chant.

Its power was no longer draining.

Wu Wang suddenly understood.

So that’s how it was! He’d thought Blackheart Penguin had messed up!

Now he recalled: the 【Memory-Washing Stone】 that had been smashed into a legendary item by the opponent’s cane was clearly labeled—capable of stripping the target of all power sources.

Yet when it broke the seal, it still summoned the corrupted souls of those ghostly villagers.

Wu Wang had been puzzled then.

He’d assumed Blackheart Penguin’s after-sales service was just bad.

Turns out someone had been manipulating things!

The crying figure wanted anyone trying to uncover Yin Yuan God’s memories and learn what happened today to suffer greatly—or even die!

And he nearly succeeded.

If Wu Wang hadn’t appeared by chance, Xiezhi and the Ancheng Chief might have truly been taken down today.

Even if the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters sent someone to deal with the mad Yin Yuan God, they couldn’t extract any memories from a mind reduced to a mindless disaster-bringer.

Too bad—again by chance.

Wu Wang’s Abyss God mark had devoured the Cult of Disaster’s mark.

Yin Yuan God had been snapped back to awareness by Wu Wang’s massive sinus blast before losing all reason and memory.

All the coincidences converged.

Only then did Wu Wang uncover the most shocking secret!

“Is the crying figure a member of the dungeon world? Like Blackheart Penguin, can he wander between dungeons?” Wu Wang realized the man’s even more twisted nature.

The woman on the walkie-talkie seemed to be in the real world.

But the crying figure was still in the dungeon world!

Because this was right after 【The Forgotten Village Chronicle】 ended—essentially, this wasn’t the true real world yet; it was likely still within the so-called Spiritual Disaster world, i.e., the dungeon world.

The Cult of Disaster isn’t just made of players!

It also includes beings like the crying figure—dungeon entities!

【Memory End】

【Successfully devoured Sword Spirit】

【Xiao Chuan Broken Sword upgrading】

【Estimated time—72 hours】

“How long? Back in my day, even hatching a Cellmon essence, I never waited longer than this—except for Puni and the Four Sacred Beasts!”

“And now they only need fifteen minutes.”

“Your Spiritual Disaster game is worse optimized than a browser game!”

Wu Wang’s vision instantly returned to the present.

The hellish Yin Yuan Village reverted to its ruined, desolate state; the pig bones on the ground had lost all luster.

Yin Yuan God had been fully devoured.

Distant, rustling footsteps approached.

It was the Ancheng Chief cautiously drawing near.

After all, Xiezhi is currently too weak.

He dared not directly teleport the other over in one leap.

The commotion caused when [Xiao Chuan] devoured the Yin Yuan Great God was simply too great—they feared the battle here might escalate further!

There has been no movement since then.

Only now did they dare to probe forward.

The moment they appeared, they saw Wu Wang pulling the broken sword from the pig skull, clearly having finished the task.

Although the hoodie had mysteriously vanished.

Yet his body showed not a single wound.

A master who cleared it unscathed!

“Holy shit! Big boss, awesome!”

“Mind telling me your ID, big boss?”

“I wanna be friends with you!”

Ancheng’s minister, a widely recognized hot-blooded muscle god among Mysterious Affairs Bureau members—a destruction prodigy and a social terrorist.

In other words—a crude warrior.

He bluntly voiced his thoughts.

Not a single twist or turn.

Big boss! I wanna be your friend! Take me along for the ride!

Wu Wang’s expression grew colorful.

A bold idea suddenly struck him—

Fighting the Catastrophe Cult was already a foregone conclusion.

Why not let the Mysterious Affairs Bureau be the spearhead?

The Mysterious Affairs Bureau represents the official order’s guardian.

The Catastrophe Cult is clearly the embodiment of evil chaos.

The two are naturally opposed.

Why not go with the flow and stoke the flames from behind?

First, it would help conceal his and [Undying]’s existence, buying enough time to grow stronger.

Second, he could obtain certain resources and information inaccessible to free players through the Mysterious Affairs Bureau.

Of course, he would not join the Mysterious Affairs Bureau.

That would expose him too quickly.

They thought he was a big boss.

Then he might as well keep up the act!

If he’s a big boss, his relationship with the Mysterious Affairs Bureau should be one of cooperation and trade, not superior-subordinate.

Distance creates beauty!

Maintaining mystery was what made him attractive to the Mysterious Affairs Bureau!

Holy shit! A win-win! (Here, he wins twice!)

“Your ID…?”

“You can call me—Yan Shuangying!”

Wu Wang smiled in reply to Ancheng’s minister.

My name is Wu Wang. I’m about to start lying… no.

I’m about to start having fun.

Watch closely! Learn well!