Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True-Chapter 68

Ye Bai widened her eyes, glancing between the two items on the ground and the donkey.

Several seconds passed before she confirmed she wasn’t dreaming.

The donkey, which had initially bolted out of sight, had actually brought back the Codex from the Lich Dragonkin’s body!

And next to it was a golden whistle. Ye Bai recalled—this was the item worn on the Lich Dragonkin’s chest. Aside from its necromancer robes, the only noticeable equipment on it had been the Codex and this whistle.

Ye Bai hadn’t even dared to covet the Lich Dragonkin’s belongings. She’d assumed they’d be forever buried with the dungeon and considered herself lucky just to gain some experience.

But now, against all odds, she’d stumbled upon this unexpected windfall! It felt like hitting the jackpot!

She looked back at the donkey—oh, just look at those big, shimmering eyes, so clever and lively! And that sleek gray coat, such a refined shade… Angry? Nonsense! How could Ye Bai possibly be upset with such an adorable mount?

“I might’ve raised my voice a little earlier,” she admitted earnestly while mentally opening her backpack. She’d originally intended to retrieve some bread but paused—no, bread was no longer worthy of the donkey’s status now!

Instead, Ye Bai pulled out a **[Cherry Cake]**, a luxurious treat she’d splurged on in Melo City for 45 copper coins, and respectfully offered it to the donkey, whose tail was now held high and nose pointed skyward.

“Please, enjoy!”

The Cherry Cake was a “delicate dessert” with restorative effects, a premium food item that granted a 10% focus boost for 10 minutes after consumption. Originally, Ye Bai had bought it for its combat utility, but beyond that, it had another notable trait—it was *delicious*, highly favored by high-ranking NPCs.

The donkey twitched its nose, strutted forward with its head held high, and took a casual first bite—only for its eyes to light up. It couldn’t resist devouring the rest in one gulp.

“Munch-munch… Hee-haw!”

The donkey let out a satisfied bray, licking its lips afterward as if craving more.

“I’ll bring you another next time,” Ye Bai chuckled before rubbing her hands together and turning her attention to the two items, her excitement akin to unwrapping a prize.

Learning from her past mishap with the Dragon’s Treasure Vault, Ye Bai didn’t recklessly stash the items into her backpack. Instead, she first reached out to inspect them.

Her fingers touched the golden whistle resting atop the Codex. If a demigod Lich had kept it on their person, it couldn’t be ordinary. A cold sensation traveled through her fingertips, and when the item’s details appeared, her face lit up with delight.

**[Dragon Tongue Spirit Whistle]**

Rank: Legendary

Type: Accessory

Focus: +30

Maximum Spirit Energy: +400

Effect - **Dragon Speaker**: Allows the wearer to speak fluent, complete Dragon Tongue.

Equip Requirement: Mastery of Ancient Draconic

Description: Crafted from the throat bone of an ancient wyrm and engraved with powerful arcane runes, this whistle enables its wearer to speak the Dragon Tongue as fluently as a true dragon.

The stats were impressive enough, but… *speaking Dragon Tongue*?!

Ye Bai was overjoyed—this was fate handing her exactly what she needed!

While she could *read* Dragon Tongue, speaking it had always been a hurdle due to lacking a dragon’s vocal organs. No wonder the Lich Dragonkin had worn this whistle—even it couldn’t speak the full Dragon Tongue naturally and relied on this item.

For others, this might’ve just been a stat booster, but for Ye Bai, it was a game-changer.

She’d recently deciphered Ancient Draconic from the runes near the Dragon’s Tomb, meeting the equip requirement. More importantly, the whistle bridged the gap, allowing her to *verbalize* the two Dragon Tongue spells she’d acquired from the tomb—as long as she wore it.

Best of all, since this seemed to be the Lich Dragonkin’s personal item and not part of the Dragon’s Treasure Vault, it bore no dragon-marked restrictions. She could safely store it in her backpack without fear of losing access.

Ye Bai immediately equipped the whistle in her accessory slot. A strange sensation washed over her—even without blowing into it, she could feel its resonance, as if she’d gained an auxiliary vocal organ.

Two system notifications followed:

**[You have learned the Dragon Tongue spell ‘Silver Sanctuary’]**

**[You have learned the Dragon Tongue spell ‘Wrath of Thunder’]**

Judging by their names, these spells clearly corresponded to the true names of the **[Silver Dragon]** and **[Thunder Dragon]** she’d encountered at the tomb. She hurriedly opened her class panel, where a new **[Dragon Tongue Magic]** category had appeared. Tapping it revealed the spells’ full details:

**[Silver Sanctuary]**

Effect: Transform into a silver form. For the duration, you cannot be targeted or act but become immune to all non-soul/mental damage. Soul/mental damage taken is reduced by 90%.

Duration: 10 sec

Cost: 80% max Spirit Energy

Cast Time: Instant

Cooldown: 72 hrs

Range: Self

**[Wrath of Thunder]**

Effect: Summon draconic lightning storms to strike all creatures and terrain within range (excluding the caster), dealing 2,500 (+2,500 × Spell Power%) Thunder damage per hit.

Duration: 15 sec

Cost: 1,000 Spirit Energy

Cast Time: 3 min

Cooldown: 24 hrs

Range: 100 m

Ye Bai took a deep breath. *This* was Dragon Tongue Magic—each spell rivaled the power of third-tier arcane arts.

While their cooldowns were long and mana costs staggering, either spell would be an unstoppable force against current players.

**Silver Sanctuary** was a lifesaver, perfect for negating fatal blows. Soul and mental damage were rare, and even then, the spell mitigated 90% of it.

As for **Wrath of Thunder**, its 2,500 damage per second was terrifying. Though it lacked target discrimination, its area-of-effect devastation was nuclear. The base 2,500 Thunder damage, plus scaling from Spell Power, made it a battlefield-clearing nightmare.

Mana-wise, with the **Dragon Tongue Spirit Whistle**’s +400 Spirit Energy, Ye Bai barely met the 1,000 cost for Wrath of Thunder. But once unleashed, she wouldn’t need to worry—her class skill **[Mana Siphon]** would quickly refill her reserves amid such massive group damage.

Only the Silver Sanctuary consumes a percentage of spiritual energy and cannot receive additional recovery.

If Ye Bai had been able to use these two powerful Draconic spells earlier, she would’ve had the courage to linger in the dungeon longer to reap more rewards.

The only regret was that Draconic magic relied on the equipment [Draconic Spirit Whistle] and couldn’t share casting time with the skills of her magical bloodline. This meant she couldn’t stack it with the Snowblade’s special effect to make all her spells instant-cast. Moreover, it couldn’t be learned in the real world either.

This trip to the Divine Realm had already been an overwhelming success just by obtaining the Draconic Spirit Whistle.

Focus: +5000

Effect - Soul Scorch: All attacks deal triple soul damage.

Effect - Monarch of Undeath: All undead creatures below Level 80 become allied units with permanent 100 Loyalty.

Effect - Servant Reanimation: Consumes spiritual energy and HP to convert corpses into undead servants. Conversion cost varies with level difference (max 20 levels).

Effect - Decree of Death: Disables all non-Necromancy spells. Grants mastery over all Necromancy spells below Legendary tier, removing casting time.

Effect - Skeletal Dominion: Enables casting of the Legendary spell [Skeletal Dominion]—within the domain, no other magic can be used. Undead units deal +300% damage, and all Necromancy spells deal +500% damage. Base range: 100m (scales with spell power). Cooldown: 12 hours. Cost: 1% spiritual energy per second.

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Trait - Mark of the Dragons: An ancient dragon’s marked possession. Any thief who dares steal from the dragons will face their eternal pursuit.

Trait - Curse of the Death God: Forces the wielder to permanently transform into an undead being.

Requirement: Level 80+.

Description: He who lifts this Codex shall become the new Death God.

Mythic equipment stood at the absolute pinnacle of the game’s hierarchy—unrivaled.

In Ye Bai’s design framework, the Divine Realm would randomly generate only eight Mythic artifacts, each corresponding to one of the fundamental laws. They could be destroyed, but upon destruction, they would re-emerge in new forms with different attributes. The Codex of Death before her clearly embodied the law of Death.

After its creation, it must have passed through countless hands before ending up as the most prized treasure in the ancient dragon’s hoard.

As she finished reading the lengthy list of effects, her breath hitched at the final trait—'Curse of the Death God'—and the level requirement.

The Codex was undeniably powerful, but Ye Bai had no use for it. The level requirement was one thing—she could grind her way to semi-divinity—but the forced undead transformation was the real problem.

Once transformed, her entire class system would be nullified. She would no longer be a Divine Bloodline bearer but a reviled undead creature. Even with a perfect disguise, combat would reveal her true nature.

Worse, losing her Divine Bloodline would lock her out of her talents and class skills, leaving her entirely dependent on equipment. She’d lose the ability to influence reality through stat allocation, forfeiting the greatest advantage the Myriad Realms offered her. A wise person wouldn’t take that trade.

"Ah…"

Ye Bai sighed. Nothing was more painful than having a Divine Artifact within reach yet being unable to wield it.

Just then, as her fingers lingered on the Codex, the intricate crimson-gold script on its cover shifted, reforming into an updated depiction of the paper figure.

Rendered in the Codex’s ornate style, the paper figure was no longer a crude stick-figure but an elegantly lined, long-haired young man. However, against the black backdrop of the Codex, the art took on a gothic, sinister tone.

The paper figure smiled at Ye Bai. "It’s a relief to see you unharmed."

Ye Bai nodded. "I owe you for earlier. Have you regained your strength?"

Though she had been avoiding the paper figure’s quests, Ye Bai always repaid debts. In the dungeon, it had helped her multiple times—most crucially, reversing a dire situation. That had shifted her opinion of it.

If words couldn’t be trusted, actions could.

That applied to Autofis, and now to the paper figure.

The only two beings she could converse with in the Divine Realm might have their own agendas, but so far, their actions had been benevolent.

"Partially, thanks to your assistance. My gratitude." After expressing thanks, the paper figure turned to the donkey nearby. "Autofis actually brought the Codex out for you? Impressive!"

"Hee-haw!"

The donkey snorted, puffing out its chest, then shoved its face toward the Codex and flashed a proud grin, baring its large white teeth.

Ye Bai rubbed her chin. So the donkey actually liked the name the paper figure gave it. "You two knew each other before?"

"Hee-haw!"

"Not well."

Alright, so they’d crossed paths before Ye Bai arrived.

After praising the donkey, the paper figure blinked and said to Ye Bai, "But this Codex isn’t suitable for you, is it?"

"...No." Ye Bai replied, feeling a metaphorical stab in her heart.

Unexpectedly, the paper figure continued, "However… I might be able to make a slight adjustment for you."

"Huh?"

Before Ye Bai could process its words, the paper figure’s image vanished from the Codex. The text scrambled into a swirling vortex of confusion.

The vortex spun faster and faster until—flash!—a golden light burst forth, and the Codex settled.

The paper figure reappeared, but its lines were now fewer and fainter, as if downgraded from a detailed sketch to a rough draft.

"Take another look."

Baffled, Ye Bai touched the Codex again, scanning its information. Everything remained identical until she reached the Traits section—where she froze.

Trait - Curse of the Death God: Forces the wielder to transform into an undead being.

(Permanent had been removed.)

In the attribute description, the word "permanent" had been erased!

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Truly a "minor" alteration—yet the impact was earth-shattering!

"My dear donkey and paper-cut companion, you two are my wings!"

Ye Bai's heart swelled with exhilaration as he gazed at the paper-cut figure, who wore a modest smile. Instinctively, he opened his backpack, only to find no cherry cake left inside:

"How about some bread instead?"