Chapter 547: Which House's Star Protagonist Can Log Out at Chapter 22?

No, it doesn't stop there!

Since even an old‑school follower like Yin Ni, plus a respectable archbishop, could be duped, perhaps that avatar has already been merged into his body!

Then.

Since this extremely precious divine avatar shares the same origin as its true form, it can be understood as flesh cut from Wen Di Ge.

And as the Shadow God, Wen Di Ge also wields the "Shadow" authority, theoretically possessing absolute ownership and control over anything related to it.

So, if He attempts to summon this avatar of his, even if he fails, as long as he can illuminate the area where it currently resides—

—could he then employ a secret technique, trace its origin, yank that Holy Light Divine Chosen whose level surely doesn't exceed fifty over here, and then brutally…

Uh, I don't know, haven't thought it through, but cruelty will finish it, Awo!

"Haha, you finally fell into my hands; I call you arrogant!"

And just as Wen Di Ge excitedly activates the summoning array, intending to use massive mana to forcibly seize the Holy Light Divine Chosen for revenge,

somewhere in an endless distant realm, at a 4S shop on Earth, a man suddenly feels his phone vibrate.

"Uh, haha, maybe the mechanical dog I ordered online arrived at the depot, sorry, I need to take a call first."

After bidding farewell to the fiery‑hot female salesperson before him, he walks to an uncaring corner.

But before answering, he glances at the screen and sees the words "Xiao Laoban" glaring back.

"Uh uh, I have an ominous premonition…"

Bad news: Ji Ming has already gone offline at chapter twenty‑two; a novel of ninety thousand words with no protagonist scenes is trash!

Good news: Overtime demon Ji Ming finally gets a real long vacation, a six‑week break equivalent to a winter holiday.

Money is earned to be spent; taking advantage of this relatively peaceful stretch, after finishing the alchemy book, he won't linger in the Sun Month any longer.

So he simply returns to his loyal Earth, lets loose on spending, wielding ten‑million‑level savings, and truly experiences the life of the rich.

Just now, after browsing three toy stores and pondering which car to buy for a thrill, he suddenly gets a call from Xiao Laoban.

He says Lao Yang Tou is idle and for some reason insists on summoning the Holy Light Divine Chosen to duel Him, asking whether Ji Ming is willing to deal with him.

"Uh uh, I get the logic, but Xiao Laoban, when did you learn to speak? Weren't you just the text‑only messenger warrior?"

Moreover, upon careful thought, Ji Ming even recalls whose somewhat familiar voice that is.

"Hey, wait, you're using… the Demon Lord's voice?"

"Yeah, whatever, she's already dead, so I forged an AI with her voice. How about it, doesn't it sound like 'nya'?"

"Houlijie, the dead dragon is talking, I made my back feel cold and breezy."

"Don't like it? I knew you wouldn't! So I also forged others; come, come, I've got plenty of models here for you to pick freely."

Xiao Laoban, as if he had switched to voice‑acting, gave Ji Ming a dozen different voice lines, covering male, female, young, old—everything.

"This one is Bai Yesheng, this is AdaiEr, this is Ai Li Nuo, this is Ke Li Si Ting, this is Buluowa, this one is…"

Ji Ming, of course, is tormented into continual surrender.

"Alright, alright, I know you're powerful; please don't muster troops like a khan again."

"Then which one do you like?"

"I like Weizhen Tian, G1, the translated version."

"…I knew it."

Xiao Laoban pauses a few seconds, then truly switches to Weizhen Tian's pleasant voice.

Hahahahaha (continually rising), so how do you plan to solve Wen Di Ge's problem?

"Hmm… how are the players faring now?"

"Wen Di Ge is seizing power mid‑battle; he now holds too many cards. In my view… it's hard to say!"

"Then help me contact Ge Rui Sen, tell Him to stop watching from the side and show his face."

At this point, Ji Ming mentally runs through the Wild Plains situation again and adds,

"Keep your eyes on the long term; once Lao Yang Tou is dealt with, Ge Rui Sen will inherit His faith legacy. If He doesn't develop properly now, how will He help me defeat the Dense Forest God later?"

"Hmm, what about Wen Di Ge's summons?"

"Don't bother me with such minor characters; I've never lost a BO5 against Him. Since the Battle of Sunlight City, does He even have the right to speak before me?"

Glancing at other customers passing behind him, Ji Ming lowers his voice.

"Unless He can kill all the players for me and unleash the Fourth Day Disaster Plan, I won't deal with Him, period."

After that, Ji Ming hangs up Xiao Laoban's call.

But just as he's about to return to the lobby, his phone vibrates again; looking down, he sees… uh, a string of gibberish?

At the same time, the notification box contains another messenger from Xiao Laoban.

【Broken! Savior, that deer‑head has gone mad! He bears a dimensional turbulence that can shred Zhen Shen, yet still forcibly tries to snatch you!】

【Are you referring to this harassing call?】

【Yeah, this is the "information" He is desperately trying to convey】

Ji Ming scratches his head, swipes his finger to reject, and cleanly cuts off Lao Yang Tou's battle request.

【Now?】

【Oh dear, it's terrible—Wen Di Ge is being back‑fired on and is about to crumble!】

Indeed, over here Ji Ming might just chat and tap a finger, while over there Wen Di Ge has truly been cursed for eight lifetimes.

He first tries to locate his avatar's position, only to get the result: "The avatar may exist, but its existence is somewhat improbable."

Stunned briefly, He employs the vast wisdom amassed over millennia, casting several secret arts in tandem to force a location.

Only then does he barely tug at cause and effect, light a beacon, and open a portal that reveals the avatar's whereabouts.

But now Ji Ming resides in a higher‑dimensional realm, where even a world‑will like Xiao Laoban must be approached cautiously to communicate; where is something a quasi‑god can reach?

Thus the portal is like an old TV with no signal—useless, showing meaningless images and emitting meaningless noise.

Moreover, what he communicated with wasn't even Ji Ming's true form, but players who entered the game via Ji Ming's energy, or in other words "the Ji Mings"—only indirect observation.

Just that, at the moment the image appeared, the little lich and the vampire sister were nearly overwhelmed by the flood of knowledge, their minds shattered into indescribable remnants.

"Watch out!"

Although he liked to betray the newly joined "Seventh Seat", Lao Yang Tou still treated these core old-timers who had followed him for years quite well.

Not only did he immediately transfer them away, but he also used divine power to steady their minds, lest they suffer a mental breakdown and bodily collapse.

But as everyone knows, knowing yourself and the enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles; false information can truly get people killed.

Moreover, the Yangyue World has no script; who could guess that all players, including the Holy Light God's Chosen, are legendary higher-dimensional beings?

Thus, the Wendigo, lacking experience with Zhen Shen, mistakenly thought this was some protective mechanism from Zhen Shen.

——JiMiYin that bastard chickened out, hiding under the protection of his wild father Holy Light!

Then there's nothing more to say—He is a god, I am also a god, and soon I can advance further and achieve Zhen Shen as well.

You like to hide, huh? Then I'll start with you, brat!

That's right, Lao Yang Tou had lost his mind, yet he endured the pain of being tormented by a flood of knowledge and whispers, forcibly reaching his hand into the portal to grope.

Naturally, the result of such madness was a loss; indeed, if Ji Ming hadn't timely severed the "connection", the Wendigo, tightly sucked by the turbulence, would have lost more than just an arm.

Just that, with the triple boost of being a legendary creature, a quasi-god, and a level‑70 stat, even others would probably not last even the few seconds it takes Ji Ming to hang up the phone.

The most laughable part is that, even now, the Wendigo still hasn't figured out who exactly he wants to pick a fight with, and keeps muttering curses at Holy Light and JiMiYin, that "shameless pair of bastards".

Until he noticed that the chaotic image before the portal, in its flow, suddenly became clear, and the indistinct noise in his ears gradually became distinct.

It said…

It said!

"Damn it! You really haven't seen your father at all?"

Indeed, seeing Lao Yang Tou willing to sacrifice an arm just to attend an idol handshake event.

After Ji Ming wrestled with his doubts, he finally went into the 4S store's toilet out of great compassion, responding to the summons.

"What?"

Before the Wendigo could react, Ji Ming struck him with an uppercut to the chin.

"Ah!"

"I don't want to hit you, but you insist on coming for a beating, huh? Are you born of cheap skin?"

With a crack, Lao Yang Tou's lower jaw shattered, and Ji Ming began crushing his sternum one bone after another.

"Stop!"

The vampire sister Berona was timid, but the little lich Marsa was bold, gripping her staff and ready to rush to save the Wendigo.

Unfortunately, Lao Yang Tou could only become a lamb for slaughter under Ji Ming's hands—let alone it—so naturally it was only fit to be tossed aside casually.

And if the Wendigo, having his bones crushed one by one by Ji Ming, is as good as dead, then the entire battlefield of the Shadow Church is already doomed.

According to the rules of the game's Production Team, for every large‑scale campaign launched by players, an original member of the Production Team must be present to watch.

Initially, the Fallen God Mountains were Ji Ming himself; later, the Radiant West was Silvia; this savage war naturally fell to the neighboring Grresen.

Sleep Dragon Brother: "Dead, don't call."

And when the level‑80 quasi‑god brought his treant legion and new followers onto the battlefield, the swaying situation could be said to have been decided in an instant.

The Titan Undead, the Primordial White Tiger, and the Primordial Demon Wolf—these three bosses were already being fiercely restrained by everyone, and with Grresen's vines added they were directly subdued to death.

Finally having output space, the Huaxia Zhengqi Heavenly Brigade acted on the spot: they performed what needed to be performed, awakened what needed awakening, and restored what needed restoration.

Thus the Titan Undead swallowed that grudge in his throat, leaving not a trace of residue, and completely vanished between heaven and earth.

Mandulat also returned to his normal tiger form, staring at his own hands and the surrounding ruins with a bewildered expression.

As for the Wolf King, it was miserable—just as he had recovered his human form, he found himself surrounded by a large crowd.

"What do you want to do? No, don't! I know I was wrong, please let me go, ah! National Teacher, save me!"

"He Chana? (Not caring)"

One can't really blame the Wendigo for being heartless toward his old partner; after being beaten down to half a brain, he truly has no spare attention left for others.

With his jaw crooked and broken, he posed a soul‑searching question.

"I concede defeat; losing to you I accept, but I want to know—who exactly are you!"

"Oh dear, you useless old goat, there's really nothing I can do with you..."

Ji Ming glanced at the sky, raised his hand, and used a sheet of shadow to cover himself and the Wendigo.

Moments later, it was clear that the Wendigo was still being held by Ji Ming via his antlers, raised like a lantern, yet the Wendigo let out an unprecedentedly hearty laugh.

Even after laughing his fill, he kept shouting praise, calling out loudly.

"I, the Wendigo, have clung to life for thousands of years just so I can avoid bearing the name 'Wendigo', letting my clan perish yet still leave its name etched for eternity!"

"Since living gloriously is no longer possible, but dying gloriously—especially at the hands of a great figure like you—is worth it!"

"Alright, let's do it! Remember—I, the Wendigo, will die at the hands of JiMiYin!"

Ha, a true man shouldn't feast on five cauldrons in life, nor be boiled in five cauldrons in death? He's a genuine hardcore tough guy.

Then Ji Ming also laughed, even offering a word of praise.

"Fine! Originally I didn't want to come see you, this useless old wreck, but hearing you spout such heroic words, this trip, I haven't come in vain!"

Having said that, lightning surged in his hand, and he resolved to fully evaporate the Wendigo.

But just then, he suddenly felt a surge of malice coming from behind him.

He turned his body, casually dispelling an incoming 【Eternal Death】, and Ji Ming looked at the little lich who had nearly died from exhaustion while gathering this seven‑ring spell.

"By the way, I forgot to ask—is this... your daughter?"

The Wendigo hesitated a moment, the soul‑fire in his skull flickering.

"No, just my subordinates, after all I alone couldn't manage all this—I need some help..."

Yes, team building, I get it—I also place a lot of importance on it here.

He echoed a remark, Ji Ming drew a deep breath under the three's gaze, then slowly exhaled.

What do you mean? Lao Yang Tou, you want to protect it?

This time, the Wendigo remained silent for longer.

If possible… she… she's just following my orders, nothing more than a pawn.

Ji Ming had only seen leaders making subordinates take the fall, like the Jiajing Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty 1566; this was the first time he'd seen a leader covering for a subordinate.

Tsk, though it's unclear, but these two big and small skeleton monsters… there seems to be a story between them.

After a moment's thought, Ji Ming pointed at the little lich.

You heard that, right? Your father, grandfather, brother, teacher, best friend, boyfriend, husband… uh, I don't even know what relation that person is who said it, but He wants you to live.

(End of chapter)