Chapter 226: Desire Godmother: An Que, I’m Gonna Roast You! %*&￥
The black mist swirling with the evil intentions of the Desire Godmother was rapidly closing in, creating a strong and palpable sense of dread. Everyone in the factory paused their tasks, gazing toward the entrance. Having spent quite some time in this world, they were no strangers to Evil Gods.
“Boss, I’m afraid we can’t do anything about this one,” Qian Mu shrugged, turning to look back at Bai Yu, who remained seated calmly.
It seemed an Evil God was approaching, and none of them had the means to deal with an incorporeal entity. Ever since they had lost their former powers, the only methods they had left relied entirely on physical attacks.
Dealing with the Red Clothes was manageable; at least she had a physical form. Even if all their damage only landed as thirty percent of what they dealt, it was better than nothing.
But an Evil God? That was a whole different kettle of fish.
Sure, they could manage to withstand the Evil God’s curse powers, but that was the extent of it.
Neither side could take the other down, that was the stark reality.
The Dragon Lady raised a hand, signaling everyone to step back. She stood up, the bloody throne she had just occupied merging into the ground and disappearing. Her dark golden vertical pupils filled with black until only her red ones remained.
“Honestly, do these fools not understand the magnitude of their foolishness, wandering into places they don’t belong?”
The others looked on like they were watching a show. They had already heard from Bai Yu that An Que probably had an Evil God hiding on him.
But speaking of it, did the boss even have a way to deal with Evil Gods? She seemed to rely mainly on physical attacks herself.
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“Hey, hey, hey!” Qian Mu leaned into Chen Yunshi’s space, deliberately amplifying her voice, “I’m saying, Chen Yunshi, what on earth are you thinking? Look at your face! You’re almost pulling a long-a** mule face! You already don’t look as good as our dear Mingyue, and with that frown, you really think you’re that beautiful?”
“Look at you! I say a few words to you, and you glare at me! Go on, give me another glare!”
“Alright, alright, don’t throw a tantrum now. If you have something to say, just spit it out!”
“I get it, you’re tired of me prattling on, right? Fine, I’ll leave.”
“Honestly, I’ve had enough! What kind of days are these? Here I am, the magnificent sc*m Godmother, the second sister of Eternal Life Village, a superb Evil God, and outside, there’s a line of admirers waiting for me! If all else fails, I’ll just go pursue Bai Yu; being her assistant is still better than being your eternal seventh wheel!”
“Every day you’re giving me that stinky face. Who are you showing it off to?!”
Qian Mu seemed to get angrier as she spoke, sounding less like a joke and more like she meant it.
“I’ve had enough of you, always cursing at me. If I had a body, would you be beating me up right now?”
“Not beating you up, but verbal ab*se definitely counts as domestic violence, you know?!”
“Don’t I treat you well enough? I’ve given you everything! I gave up my believers, ditched my embryos, sacrificed my chance for further advancement, and now, because of you, I don’t even have my freedom! Look at what I am now, trapped in your body!”
“Is this how you repay me? You can’t see a single one of my sacrifices; you only see me advising you on this and that, then you call me useless!”
“Telling me I’m the worst Godmother and that I should find a dumpster to live in! Last time, you even suggested I go steal offerings from other Godmothers to eat!”
“How about this: let’s stop torturing each other, shall we? You go your sunny path, and I’ll make my own way, alright?”
“All those believers we developed, you can have them; I don’t want a single one!”
Chen Yunshi’s face twisted with irritation. After Qian Mu finished her sentence, she suddenly turned around, locking eyes with Qian Mu. Her hands were already tightly clenched into fists.
Her whole arm trembled slightly, her voice thick with barely restrained emotion, “Qian Mu, how long are you going to keep pretending? Do I look like an idiot to you? You think you can fool me? I know you better than anyone else in this world, and here you are pretending, having you thought about me?!”
Qian Mu halted, staring into Chen Yunshi’s eyes and went silent for a good while.
The angry expression she had put on earlier softened, and she couldn’t bear to meet Chen Yunshi’s gaze anymore.
“How did you figure it out?”
“Does that even matter?” Chen Yunshi retorted, gritting her teeth.
“It doesn’t,” Qian Mu lowered her head, gradually peeling away the will and evil intentions she had been projecting, “I’m sorry, Yunshi, but I…I have to go. I keep thinking, if I go and don’t come back, if I’m killed or something else happens, you wouldn’t be too heartbroken upon hearing that.”
“You’d probably just think, ‘Heh, that idiot is dead, good riddance!’”
“And then you’d carry on with your life, keep being your teacher, find another Evil God to partner with, wash your hands of this and marry a good man, have a chubby little baby, forgetting all about this memory of us.”
“Honestly, that’d be way better than just going out like this, right?”
“You’re so weak, and such a glass cannon; weeping in front of so many people would be a poor showing. Next time someone sees you, they’d say, ‘Oh, isn’t that the seventh wheel? Why isn’t she crying today?’”
“Right?”
The emotions Chen Yunshi had been repressing finally exploded. She tried to reach for Qian Mu’s fading form but grabbed at nothing instead, spun on her heel, yanked the metal door of the factory open, and slammed it shut behind her.
“Where are you going?” Qian Mu hurriedly followed.
“I’m going to twist that bald donkey An Que’s brain off!” Chen Yunshi’s eyes were bloodshot, “You stay here and stick to your stand-up routine!”
Did Chen Yunshi really not understand Qian Mu’s intentions?
Of course not. Just as she said, nobody understood Qian Mu better than her.
What? You’re talking about An Que?
She is going to k*ll An Que, and there would be no more room for discussion regarding the outcome.
In truth, she was struggling to accept the reality of it all.
Qian Mu might actually d*e.
That guy An Que had another Evil God on him.
When it came to Evil Gods battling Evil Gods, Qian Mu’s chances of winning were slim to none. She had to admit, the time An Que had developed was exponentially greater than theirs—decades to a mere two months; how could they win?
Not that it even needed decades; if she had half a year, she would have confident in training Qian Mu to the point where she could crush the opponent with one hand.
But, there were no hypotheticals in this world.
Who was going to give her that half a year?
And running away now was absolutely not an option.
She had promised to team up with the Doctor, and betraying it at this stage would mean the Doctor would hunt her down indefinitely.
Either she committed to the collaboration or not at all.
Bailing at the last minute was just as serious as betrayal.
Whether she could take down An Que and the Evil God, she didn’t care about her recklessness anymore. She just thought, if she couldn’t even protect Qian Mu, then what meaning did her actions hold?
Joining the sc*m Game, she soon realized she was different from the others.
Others had very clear mission objectives, each seeming to carry deep grudges, even the number one Doctor was like that.
From what she learned later, everyone participating in the sc*m Game had their share of complicated pasts.
But not her; she had no idea what her purpose for joining was. Perhaps to grow stronger, to travel further, to see more beautiful sceneries?
That notion started to shift after entering this world, all due to a silly, not-so-merciless Evil Spirit that blabbed incessantly.
At first, she found it annoying, feeling like this spirit was buzzing in her ear like a persistent fly.
But eventually, she got used to it, began to listen carefully to Qian Mu’s words, and started to feel her emotions.
Then one night, it hit her.
Ever since Qian Mu entered her being, her heart was no longer hollow.
Qian Mu often referenced a tragic novel Chen Yunshi read, blabbering about the core of tragedy, its essence and whatnot.
There was a phrase Qian Mu said, “In the midst of noise, extreme loneliness.” Wasn’t that just describing her past?
After that, the feeling of solitude vanished.
In some vague way, she seemed to have a goal, yet felt she didn’t.
Sometimes she scolded Qian Mu, that much was true; but she couldn’t place the blame on her entirely. They often exchanged banter, teasing each other. Who started it was anyone’s guess.
Stepping outside, she spotted the Dragon Lady standing up from the bench, which vanished, looking warily toward the factory entrance in anticipation of the approaching Evil God.
“Bai Yu!” Chen Yunshi rushed over.
Her mind was clear and focused; she would do whatever it took to take out An Que.
“If I k*ll An Que, would it affect that Evil God?”
“No,” Bai Yu shook her head, “That Evil God is independent from An Que; he didn’t use soul manipulation to control her. Most likely, he lured her in with the offer that devouring Qian Mu would make her stronger. In case anything goes wrong, he’ll come with backup.”
“What he wants is to see the two Evil Gods end up killing each other.”
“That damned bug!” Chen Yunshi was fuming, on the verge of charging out there until someone grabbed her to hold her back.
“Don’t make trouble; you won’t be able to carry the responsibility if something happens,” the Female Madman said nonchalantly, having stopped Chen Yunshi.
“Qian Mu,” Bai Yu suddenly spoke.
The following Qian Mu circled around Bai Yu. “What’s up?”
“Wait, I’ll help you.”
“Wha-what!?” Both Qian Mu and Chen Yunshi exclaimed, completely taken aback, turning to stare at Bai Yu.
“Burning Heart,” Bai Yu uttered two words.
It was common knowledge that Evil Gods generally weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed and could easily be tricked; rare were ones like Qian Mu.
Bai Yu too had been pondering one question.
This redemption task was about helping Qian Mu take down the opposing Godmother, so the question remained: how?
She hadn’t faced off against an Evil God directly before. During her time in Eternal Life Village, she mostly killed believers. Evil Gods tended to either possess or stay back and interfere with their curse powers.
Now, not only could they not find the opposing Evil God’s embryo, but also none of her full believers to assist.
Initially, her plan was to vaporize her bl**d threads and go alongside Qian Mu to devour the enemy’s malevolence and will. Once her bl**d threads became bl**d Threads of Pain, that would be possible. She had already conducted a small test with Qian Mu earlier, which hadn’t harmed her and confirmed its viability.
However, the idea seemed to lack caution.
She decided to take the Burning Heart from the Dragon Lady’s body out for a spin.
This guy didn’t seem too powerful, but just enough to intimidate the opposing side.
Meanwhile, outside the abandoned factory, the Desire Godmother didn’t immediately enter; instead, she carefully sensed the area, confirming there were just a few living people and one Evil God inside before charging in.
To her, these living beings were worthless, nothing to worry about—cursing powers could take care of them.
‘In my domain, you dare act so cocky? Let’s see who you truly are!’
The Desire Godmother sneered, envisioning herself consuming her foes and growing ever stronger, attracting legions of believers, and rolling that strength into an unstoppable force until she devoured those four from Eternal Life Village!
Soon enough, she would convert every living being in this land into her followers, and then…
The sound of bl**d Threads spreading jerked the Desire Godmother back to reality. The entire factory was now enveloped in bl**d Threads, which began to emit a large amount of dark red mist, completely blocking her path.
Getting in was easy, but getting out? Now that was the tricky part.
No biggie, sealing off the area like this? Just a suicidal move!
The Desire Godmother’s black mist engulfed a large portion of the factory, and her gaze was primarily fixated on the Dragon Lady and Qian Mu.
She spotted Qian Mu, and her hunger escalated.
This Evil God wasn’t even that strong; her aura was hardly intimidating.
She didn’t rush in right away, even neglecting the corpses on the floor and the Female Madman nearby, seeing them merely as bugs, nothing to fear.
Inspecting Qian Mu more, the more familiar she appeared.
And the Dragon Lady beneath her? That didn’t look like an embryo at all.
“It’s you.” Qian Mu suddenly unleashed her power, confronting the Desire Godmother’s malevolence head-on, nearly matching her strength.
Including Bai Yu, everyone had underestimated Qian Mu’s abilities, thinking she just emerged from Eternal Life Village with only potential but no actual power.
As it turned out, even an ostensibly weak sc*m Godmother could suppress the Desire Godmother who had developed for decades.
In the battle between Godmothers, clear differences existed.
A thin and defeated camel was still bigger than a horse; today, the Desire Godmother learned that lesson the hard way.
“Qian Mu?!” She shouted, having instinctively started to retreat before the fight even began.
She was too familiar with Qian Mu; over a hundred years ago, she had tried to stir up trouble in Eternal Life Village only to be chased out like a dog by Qian Mu. Had Qian Mu managed to leave the front village back then, she might’ve died that day.
Let’s just say it wasn’t merely weakness; it was called bloodline suppression. Her deepest fears were being dredged up.
Even worse, before she could retreat, another infinitely familiar aura surged forth.
The Desire Godmother’s gaze snapped to the Dragon Lady, terror gripping her heart.
When she had rushed in, she’d been desperate; now, she was just as frantic.
“Burning Heart…”
Oh boy, the four sisters of Eternal Life Village were all here now, the eldest and second sister had now reunited.
What was going through her mind? The Desire Godmother only wanted to get out and find An Que.
Wasn’t he the one who said there was only one Godmother in here?
Wasn’t he the one who said this Godmother was super weak?
Is this what you meant by ‘weak’!?
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