Chapter 203: My Lord, this move is called “Shut the Door and Beat the Dog” (Two-in-One)
Listening to those devout words and feeling Rast’s unwavering, resolute gaze.
Even with the knowledge of the Deep Blue Port Evil God, there was a moment of silence.
It really is different.
Unlike those who passively accept corruption, even after falling to become their own believers, they only know how to mindlessly praise the Lord all day.
Even though separated by the sculpture, the divine consciousness can still sense the pure intention of the person in front.
He truly treats the matters of the Lord as his own, fully exercising his initiative to troubleshoots for himself.
The soul of this black-haired young man shone with brilliance, radiating like gold.
Having such a believer is indeed a blessing for oneself.
“I can truly feel your loyalty to me, your determination to sacrifice yourself to assist me in the Divine Descent.”
“With that, I will certainly not mistreat my devout believer.”
“After using your body as a vessel for the Divine Descent, I will find a way to retain your soul fragment—”
“When I have hunted down the God of d*ath and obtained the Eternal Night Monument from the Gravekeeper, restoring my former glory during the Age of Gods, I will use your soul fragment as a foundation to recreate your physical body.”
“At that time, you will be my right hand, Vice Lord of Heaven.”
After a moment of silence, a mental wave rippled along the Evil God sculpture, resonating in Rast’s mind.
“It is my honor.”
Rast responded again with humility and dignity.
Seeing this, the consciousness of the Evil God within the sculpture no longer hesitated.
“Then, let us begin the Arrival Ceremony.”
…
[I can’t believe I’m witnessing such a grand performance.]
[That Little Ferret Candy actually managed to break the resolve of that Cult Leader with just a few words, leading even his original loyal followers to become traitors.]
[Upstairs, this isn’t just a simple few words—]
[Don’t forget, that sculpture which is a pollutant of the Evil God actively sought out Little Ferret Candy, otherwise, how would that Cult Leader’s resolve have shattered?]
[I can only say… impressive, truly impressive!]
[Slay all the Minotaurs of the world, pure love warriors will never be slaves.]
[It’s fine to joke around, but let’s be real; aren’t you guys curious about who this Little Ferret Candy really is?]
[At this point, it’s clear that he’s definitely a master. But I wonder if it’s actually some professional player playing on behalf of someone else.]
[Let’s be honest, even those professional players couldn’t pull off this kind of operation. I’ve never seen a challenge process like this before, where no force was used to solve problems and everything relied solely on verbal persuasion.]
[By the way, did you all forget? Everything traces back to that question on the player forum: “Does His Highness Rast prefer cats or dogs more?”]
[I mean, is there a possibility that this “Little Ferret Candy” is actually Rast himself in disguise?]
[Hello everyone, I am Rast. Actually, I’m not dead; I’m raising funds to rebuild the Guardian of the Shore Organization. Just V me 648, and once I rebuild the Guardians, I will designate you as the next successor of the Fool’s Library.]
…
After a brief silence, the room’s comments began to surge explosively.
The situation had reached such a point that no onlooker was watching with a mindset just to enjoy “Little Ferret Candy.”
The opponent’s strength was beyond doubt, and the only thing the audience was concerned about was—how far could this unexpectedly bold person go in Deep Blue Port?
At this moment, “Little Ferret Candy” had successfully gained the recognition of all cult members, naturally becoming the new leader of this cult.
Moreover, he had obtained the Evil God sculpture unscathed.
Following the usual solution ideas, next, all “Little Ferret Candy” needs to do is to find a way to reseal the Evil God sculpture, which would greatly rewrite the original storyline in Deep Blue Port.
Although, according to players’ explorations in “The Poem of the Guardians,” on that day in Deep Blue Port, the Divine Descent was an event almost certain to happen, and would not be altered by players’ actions—even if the entire cult and the Evil God sculpture were destroyed, the seeds of the Iron Cross Plague had already been sown and would inevitably erupt at some later point.
However, doing so would change the timeline and specifics of the Divine Descent.
Such a huge alteration in the plot would be enough for “Little Ferret Candy” to receive a very high rating.
In fact, it wouldn’t be impossible to push for the top spot on the upcoming ratings leaderboard.
Yet, in the live stream, as “Little Ferret Candy” held the Evil God sculpture, engaging in what appeared to be a meditative communication—
His subsequent actions once again took the audience by surprise.
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“Lord Chosen One, what shall we do next?”
Within the cult’s manor, a cultist named Aiz first dispatched a portion of people to collect the firearms from those former loyalists who had turned against their leader.
Clearly, he was not too trusting of those who shouted “Then, there can only be one answer,” and “I will pledge my loyalty to you.”
After doing so, he respectfully approached Rast, inquiring about the next steps.
He was seemingly assuming the role of the faithful aide to the Chosen One.
This was a logical development, as Aiz had been just an ordinary cultist before; he had even been assigned to guard the human sacrifices meant for bl**d sacrifices, indicating that his status in the cult was rather low.
Yet at this moment, with the rebellion within the cult, the former leader had been cast down, and Rast completed his ascendance as the new leader—Aiz, as the first follower of Rast, had certainly earned a merit.
When the time comes to reward accomplishments, he would naturally become the vice leader of the cult, which would make him earnest in everything he does.
“Of course, we shall continue with the Lord’s Arrival Ceremony.”
Rast temporarily interrupted his mental communication with the Evil God sculpture, his expression returning to one of compassion as he spoke softly.
“The previous heretic may have been dishonest under the guise of the Lord, but what he aimed to achieve was not wrong.”
“That is to welcome the Lord’s Divine Descent—”
“To allow the Lord’s supreme glory and majesty to shine upon this mundane world.”
His words paused slightly.
“Of course, the true Lord is omnipresent and omnipotent…”
“So if we wish to welcome the Lord’s descent, the only requirement is that our faith must be sufficiently devout—as for the bl**d sacrifice offerings that were originally prepared, they are entirely unnecessary surplus items.”
“With the authority of the Lord who created the ‘Limitless Land’, where a word goes awry and thoughts go astray, there is no need to rely on these external objects to manifest His glory on earth.”
While speaking, Rast glanced at the Evil God sculpture in his palm.
In truth, because the gods were confined to the Divine Threshold, their ability to descend with power in the Western Continent was greatly limited—they often required faith, rituals, bl**d sacrifices, and other auxiliary means to successfully bypass the constraints for descent.
However, that was once a deity.
Even if the bl**d sacrifice offerings were removed from the Arrival Ceremony, Rast believed the entity could still seep divine power through the Divine Threshold; it would just make the descent process more challenging and consume more resources.
And this was precisely Rast’s objective.
If the true body of the Evil God descended with too much divine power and consciousness all at once, he would indeed worry about not being able to swallow it all in one go.
After all, one must take steps one at a time and eat in moderation—having the mindset of wanting to be a glutton is something that cannot be afforded by a transcendent being.
Rast was also not worried that the consciousness of the Deep Blue Port Evil God would oppose him.
After all, as your most devout believer, I have already sung your praises and declared your might… surely you wouldn’t ask me to take it all back, would you?
Let me tell your believers—that the Lord whom you worship is not as grand as they believe, nor does he possess any “omnipotence,” or the great status that created “the innumerable world of Mithro River”…
The true Him is merely a prisoner stuck at the Divine Threshold, who even now relies on clever tricks to descend with any fractional power into the present world?
Rast believed the Deep Blue Port Evil God would not lose face like that.
And fact proved that, even deities from the ancient eras, indeed care about their pride.
From beginning to end, the Evil God sculpture in Rast’s palm remained silent, clearly acquiescing to Rast’s actions.
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Inside the cult’s main stronghold manor.
With the efforts of many cultists, the divine arrival array was gradually constructed.
This was already what the cult planned to do; apart from the bl**d sacrificial human offerings, all other ceremonial materials had long been gathered—though the leadership had changed, the ceremony process hadn’t changed much, and was quickly completed.
This was an altar crafted from black iron.
The altar’s surface had been inscribed with symbols of the arrival array using mercury and bl**d.
Various ceremonial materials surrounded the altar—alchemical liquids, the remains of unknown creatures, glittering gemstones…
And of course, the most important ones were the strangely twisted summoning glyphs drawn in bl**d.
Clearly, in preparing for this Divine Descent ceremony, the Deep Blue Harbor cult had exhausted their resources.
Rast dismissed the other cultists and stepped onto the black iron altar alone.
Next, he took out the Evil God sculpture from his bosom, kneeling down to carefully place it at the junction of the altar and the crimson twisted symbols, calling upon the focal point of the array.
After completing all this, Rast then drew a short dagger from his bosom.
He pointed the blade at his wrist and gently swiped.
Pfft—
Accompanied by a light sound, bl**d splattered in the air.
It fell upon the Evil God sculpture, turning into a stream that flowed down along its uneven surface… until it dripped to the ground, gradually seeping into the cracks of the altar’s array, filling those carved symbols.
The crimson bl**d began to flow more profusely, while upon the altar, the strange twisted patterns, soaked in bl**d, became increasingly vivid and enchanting.
Eventually, bl**d-red flames even ignited atop the Evil God sculpture.
Boom—
A tremendous roar echoed from the depths of the void, accompanied by an utterly heavy sense of oppression.
It felt as if something terrifying was about to descend.
[What’s going on? I initially thought “Little Ferret Candy” was just fooling those cultists—turns out he actually intends to welcome the Evil God’s Divine Descent?]
[Are you insane? Do you think your rating is too high and are looking for a way to get killed?]
[Let’s be real, don’t you think this “Little Ferret Candy” looks more like a cult leader than the original one?]
[By the way, normal players can suffer mental pollution just by staying near the Evil God sculpture for a while, as their SAN value drops too low, forcing them out of the game through the protective mechanism—yet this Little Ferret Candy has been prancing around next to the Evil God sculpture for so long without any issues. I seriously doubt his mental state; he’s likely a fanatical cultist in reality, which is why he’s unaffected in-game!]
[No way, since Leader Grey rose and swept through the entire Western Continent, the cult has been silent for over a hundred years. It’s already a high-tech information age; how can there still be remnants of the Evil God?]
[Where’s the network administrator? Where’s the game admin? Quickly trace this Little Ferret Candy’s IP address; I seriously suspect this guy is a real cultist!]
Watching the thin figure standing on the altar, bathed in the twisted, eerie red flames, looking even more cult-like than the cultists, the comments flooded in.
This Little Ferret Candy doesn’t seem to be acting.
However, at this moment, Rast was naturally too occupied to care about such matters.
He merely lifted his head slightly.
In the ethereal realm, at the convergence of the heavens and the Divine Threshold, a certain rule’s restriction seemed to be torn apart.
Grand, vast divine power and consciousness penetrated the constraints, flowing through the symbols of the arrival ceremony and the sculpture, directly descending upon the altar.
Then, under the effect of the array, it was directly infused into Rast’s body.
“From the end of the Age of Gods until now, across countless eras and tens of thousands of years, I have finally returned once more.”
“To this vast land once again.”
“My chosen one, to be the vessel that welcomes my Divine Descent is your supreme honor!”
“I will use your body to conquer all beings on this land and restore the glory of the Age of Gods!”
A magnificent and vast consciousness reverberated in Rast’s spiritual world, filled with profound emotions and a sense of the long passage of time.
But immediately after, the Deep Blue Port Evil God’s consciousness suddenly froze.
Because He realized that the chosen vessel for His Divine Descent had not had its soul directly crushed into dust.
In fact, quite the opposite—after all His divine consciousness and power had been completely infused into this vessel…
The other party unexpectedly, without making a sound, sealed the gap in their spiritual world once more.
It was as if to ensure that the hooked prey wouldn’t escape, they had blocked off their own retreat.
(The End of this Chapter)
