CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 289: THE FALL OF THE GOD OF JUSTICE_2

"A smile slowly appeared at the corner of your mouth."

"However..."

...

Mhm, not bad.

The plan was going smoothly. Thanks to the earlier performance, the game character easily gained the trust of the ’God of Justice,’ and then, "thud," ended up with a spectacularly tragic end.

Wait, wait, this dialogue... Dude, stop jinxing yourself...

The plot progressed as anticipated, and Yang Qizhou was in a relatively good mood. However, upon noticing phrases like "no surprises" and "however," a sense of unease crept into his heart.

Meanwhile,

A panicked voice from the Occult Mendicant rang out, "’Lamp Holder,’ what... what exactly did you just choose? How could the game character backstab the ’God of Justice?’ Stop it, stop it right now! If He falls, we won’t be able to access the ’Truth Hut’ to find the Taboo Treasure."

"There is no ’Taboo Treasure,’ and no ’opportunity to ascend to godhood.’ It’s all a scam. The ’God of Justice’ bears profound malice toward our game character. Leaving Him alive would lead to endless consequences, so He must die." Yang Qizhou lifted his eyelids slightly, his voice carrying a hint of frost.

These words obviously failed to convince the Occult Mendicant.

She had no memory of events prior to the reset of the ’Destiny Line.’ From her perspective, the ’God of Justice’ was gentle, kind, and one of the rare ’benevolent and lawful deities’ in the ancient lands. His decisions were 70% likely to succeed in avoiding disaster.

"’Lamp Holder,’ this isn’t what we agreed on! Besides, I don’t see the ’God of Justice’ harboring much malice," she countered, her demeanor uncharacteristically shaken. The Taboo Treasure concerned the opportunity to ascend to godhood, making it far too important to ignore.

Yang Qizhou found himself growing impatient. He said blandly, "Do I need your approval to play the game or choose options?"

The Occult Mendicant: "..."

The usual flippant demeanor of the ’Lamp Holder’ had almost made her forget the person before her was the Deceit Bureau’s only unregistered S-ranked player, an enigmatic and unpredictable figure. Right now, an oppressive aura gushed toward her like a tidal wave—laden with divine authority. Just one look from him made her feel insignificant, like an ant. This realization reminded the Occult Mendicant that she had no standing to negotiate before the ’Lamp Holder.’

Soon, she fell silent and turned her gaze back to the phone screen, saying nothing more.

Yang Qizhou also refocused his attention on the phone...

The ’God of Justice’ hadn’t completely perished yet. With the plot at a pivotal moment, Yang Qizhou didn’t have the bandwidth to care about the feelings of a pampered lady.

The game continued.

...

"However, the next moment, an unexpected change occurred."

"A lofty, ancient, sacred, and indescribable aura suddenly erupted from the ’God of Justice.’ The previously dim ’Pure White Sun’ swelled tenfold in size, becoming even larger and more terrifying, nearly filling the entire Void."

"The King of Virtue..."

"Somewhere distant, the voice of the ’Blasphemous Wizard,’ feminine and heavy with tension, echoed once again."

The game character, with his crow-like fatalistic grumblings, had truly jinxed the situation. Just as he’d predicted, a sudden twist unfolded. Then again... it made sense. Even if only a fragment of its will had awakened, it was still at the ’Cosmic Pillar’ level—hardly an entity one could kill so easily.

Yang Qizhou’s lips curled into a grin.

The game continued.

"The phantom-like violet tide receded, and the combined powers of the two legendary artifacts, [Lost Night] and [Heart Dream Source], were blocked entirely by a streak of blazing white light, unable to affect the ’Pure White Sun.’"

"At the same time, "

"A voice exuding gentleness, kindness, and friendliness yet tinged with maddened hatred and twisted beyond belief resounded... ’The balance has been shattered. My will has been corrupted by Divinity; the damage is irreversible. This is all your doing, ’Blasphemous Wizard.’ You will pay dearly for this.’"

"You caught a faint glimpse of an enormous golden scale, upon which a single feather floated down."

"Your consciousness plunged into darkness in an instant."

"You have died."

"You have used the Destiny Fire Bottle..."

"You have died."

"You have used the Destiny Fire Bottle..."

"You have died."

What the hell, here we go again.

Yang Qizhou felt a chill run down his spine. The scene before his eyes was all too familiar. Back in the ’Realm of Light,’ while exploring the burial site of the ’Beautiful Wizard King,’ he’d experienced something eerily similar: losing nearly a hundred ’Destiny Fire Bottles’ within mere minutes. If not for the timely intervention of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ to reload a save, he would’ve been heading for a game over.

That said, Yang Qizhou wasn’t as nervous this time.

After all, the circumstances were different. Back in the ’Realm of Light,’ his game character directly faced a fully intact ’Cosmic Pillar Level’ deity. Though insane and self-sabotaged, its power was entirely unscathed. This time, however... the consciousness awakening within the ’God of Justice’ carried only a fragment of the ’King of Virtue’—without its full authority, status, or symbols. Moreover, it wasn’t even its complete will, merely a portion. The difference between the two scenarios was night and day.

Additionally, the ’Evil God’ in the nearby ’Land of Prayer Light’ and the concealed ’Blasphemous Wizard’ would undoubtedly intervene. Neither would stand idle against the King of Virtue’s awakening.

This Chapter of the story confirmed something for Yang Qizhou: the will awakening within the ’God of Justice’ was indeed the ’King of Virtue.’ Though previously suspected, it had now been verified.

Deep in thought, Yang Qizhou mused,

"Hearing the King of Virtue’s words, it seems its will indeed suffered Divine corruption. However, due to certain factors, it achieved a fragile, delicate balance to maintain a semblance of self. Yet, preserving that ’balance’ drained much of the King of Virtue’s strength, leaving it unable to unleash its full power."

"But now..."

"The game character’s betrayal inflicted enormous harm, compounded by attacks from various factions. This brought the King of Virtue perilously close to death, compelling it to willingly embrace Divine corruption to fully unleash the power of its awakening fragment."

At the same time,

The text refreshed with a new development.

"The power of ’Destiny’s’ blessing has taken effect, rewriting your death. You opened your eyes once more within the Void."

"You braced yourself for another swift demise, ready to experience pain again just like the moment before. But, surprisingly... the expected agony never came. Instead, a familiar yet pained low ’grunt’ reached your ears."

"It seems the ’Evil God’ of the Land of Prayer Light and the hidden ’Blasphemous Wizard’ have taken action."

"You were unsurprised. Calmly, your gaze shifted forward."

"You saw streams of silvery light flowing through the surrounding rings, centering on the wildly expanding ’Pure White Sun.’ Around it, reality itself warped into distorted, uneven projections. Terrifying forces—’curses,’ ’rot,’ ’tentacles,’ and others—interwove, striking violently at the ’Pure White Sun.’"

"The ’Pure White Sun’ resisted with all its might. Alas, the earlier ambush had inflicted devastating damage, and over time, it had reached a breaking point. With a final ’scream,’ it collapsed completely."

"Why... did... you betray the Oath... Aren’t you afraid of the ’Oath King’s punishment?’"

"A frail voice came from the utterly diminished Pure White Sun."

"You hesitated briefly before letting out a faint smile, replying, ’The King of Nature’s state is unstable, and as the King of Virtue, your condition is equally precarious. I don’t believe the ’Oath King’ remains unscathed. Look... I’ve suffered no backlash from the Oath itself, proving my hypothesis wasn’t wrong.’

"The Pure White Sun flickered smaller and smaller, as if wanting to retort. In the end, it dimmed entirely, leaving behind only a palm-sized insignia."

"Without hesitation, you extended your hand to grab it..."