Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World-Chapter 33: The Bugs Were Never Truly Eradicated

Not even the game character, but Yang Qizhou himself in front of his phone was curious about what had happened to turn Dark Mist Town into this ghostly state.

As his fingers tapped the screen, the 'text' continued to refresh.

"From the narratives of the six Ancient God Sect Leaders, you learned the truth behind the matter..."

"It turns out that over ten days ago, Dark Mist Town had not yet suffered this calamity. At that time, the sky was azure, the Ancient Gods blessed the town's believers, protecting them from the unknown horrors of the wilderness. The leaders of the six sects served harmoniously as governors of the town, maintaining order and peace."

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"Until a storm struck."

"That day, the sky was pitch black, even the sun was obscured, and a downpour accompanied by fierce winds descended instantly. The scene within the rain was twisted, terrifying, and indescribable."

"The blessings of the Ancient Gods shattered in the rain in an instant, the Divine Domain collapsed amidst the tumultuous roaring of the wind, and everyone was struck by unknown corruption, beginning a horrific process of mutation into twisted monsters."

"When the storm arrived, the leaders of the six sects were meeting to discuss hosting the upcoming Ancient God Ritual,"

"The catastrophe came so abruptly, none of them were able to react in time before they were polluted by the eerie and horrific forces within the wind and rain."

"Now, their flesh has been stitched together, mutating into a terrifying monster. Their six minds have also been fused into one entity, often causing confusion and mental dysfunction, resulting in a state of madness. Fortunately, the Sect Leader of the Star Color Sect possesses spiritual abilities and can untangle and manage the fused consciousness."

"If not for this, the leaders of the six sects likely wouldn't have lasted this long and would have completely lost their sense of self due to the stitching and fusing of their spiritual bodies, becoming monsters driven solely by their insatiable hunger for flesh."

"You are shocked."

"In your original speculation, the apocalyptic disaster Dark Mist Town experienced must have had an unimaginable conspiracy behind it—a terrifying mastermind pulling the strings. But judging by the words of the six sect leaders, this was merely a natural disaster."

"Still doubtful, you ask again to confirm... Could this strange storm truly have no hidden cause?"

"The six sect leaders on the monstrous flesh ball look at you with bitter smiles and respond."

"In the ancient lands, there are several recognized taboos: never stare directly at the sun, never linger in the night for too long, dreams are rife with disasters, and storms harbor unspeakable horrors."

"Not only Dark Mist Town but even God's Fortress, formed by countless Ancient Gods' divine kingdoms, would perish when faced with heavy rain—if no preparations were made in advance."

"You are stunned. It turns out the rainstorm itself harbors apocalyptic terror, and the destruction of Dark Mist Town had no other reason—it was pure catastrophe."

Not even the characters in the game, but Yang Qizhou himself felt shocked.

After the sun, the night, and dreams, the terrors of the ancient world's natural disasters have gained another member: the so-called 'storms.' In an environment so shrouded in eerie horror, it's a wonder humanity hasn't already been obliterated. Truly a feat.

For some reason, Yang Qizhou suddenly recalled a certain saying.

Bugs may be insignificant, but since the Cambrian explosion of life, through the Jurassic, the Ice Age, and to the present day, planet-dominating species have come and gone, while bugs have persisted, never truly wiped out.

On the ancient land where the Evil Gods lurk and horror reigns, perhaps humans play the role of 'bugs.'

The text continued to refresh.

"You sighed."

"The six sect leaders seemed puzzled as to why you would show such an expression."

"You truthfully disclose the situation: the blessings of the Ancient Gods are fading in Fire Stealing Village, strange and terrifying followers of the Old Gods are wandering outside the village, coveting its inhabitants. The situation is perilous, and you came to Dark Mist Town seeking aid. But now, with the town destroyed by the storm, support is naturally out of the question."

"The Fire Stealing Sect Leader affirmed and revealed a piece of information..."

"In truth, they already perished in the storm, as did the residents of Dark Mist Town. Their souls underwent mutations within the storm, enduring horrific corruption, becoming eternally twisted beings condemned to endless pain. They have no strength left to save Fire Stealing Village."

"At this moment, the six faces on the monstrous flesh ball look at you again, their eyes filled with pleading, hoping you could help purify the corruption of their souls, granting them redemption and eternal rest within the River of Death."

There it was—the quest had finally arrived. This time, it seemed Yang Qizhou had gambled correctly.

Yang Qizhou was elated. He had previously speculated that although Dark Mist Town had already met its end, there might still be quests hidden within its ruins, waiting to be unlocked. Now it seemed helping the six sect leaders achieve redemption might just be the main storyline of the Dark Mist Town narrative.

He decided to continue exploring and try to score some additional rewards today.

"You do not immediately agree. Your prior experiences taught you not to trust anyone lightly."

"You posed a question: Dark Mist Town was home to six sects, blessed by six Ancient Gods. After the disaster struck, why didn't they seek salvation from the deities they worshipped?"

"The six faces on the monster hesitated, but ultimately chose to answer."

"From their explanations, you learned the reality of the situation..."

"It turns out that three months ago, the communication between the sect leaders and their gods became problematic. The Ancient Gods' responses grew erratic—sometimes invoking their complete titles would attract unknown hidden entities' attention, and issues started to manifest in the Divine Domain as blessings faded."

"After deliberation, they unanimously concluded that the Ancient Gods must be in some sort of predicament, unable to pay heed to their devoted followers."

"Thus, when Dark Mist Town fell into catastrophe, and the gods did not appear or offer their blessings, the sect leaders lost hope in their deities."

Never mind the other sects, but shouldn't the Fire Stealing Sect's leader be keenly aware that the Fire Stealing Ancient God had already fallen into slumber and was trapped in terrifying nightmares?

Yang Qizhou narrowed his eyes and began piecing together an analysis.

"Perhaps the Fire Stealing Sect leader already knows that the 'Fire Stealing Ancient God' is compromised and is secretly worshipping another hidden, unknown Evil God—just like the Fire Stealing Priest did."

"Not just the Fire Stealing Sect, but perhaps leaders from other sects are doing the same."

"It's just that the unexpected storm came too swiftly, catching them off guard before they could execute their plans. Hence, they became what they are now."

Though there might be discrepancies, Yang Qizhou felt his analysis was likely close to the mark.

He continued tapping on the screen.

The text refreshed again...

"Despite various strange and uncanny death experiences, you still did not immediately trust this seemingly reasonable explanation,"

"You produced the 'Stone of Truth,' first solemnly explaining its effects and stated that over the next five minutes, you would repeat your questions regarding this matter. Should any offense be caused, you hope they can understand."