Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World-Chapter 32: Six-faced Monster

Again?

Yang Qizhou found this plot strangely familiar. Wasn't this exactly what happened when he started the game, hearing cries for help on the way to Fire Stealing Village?

Back then, the one pleading for help, Alice, turned out to be an unknown terror wandering the wilderness, suspected of being a believer of the Old Gods under the Lord of Night. In the previous fate line, she had deceived the trust of the Game Character, followed him into the village, and wiped everyone out.

And now, here we go again.

Yang Qizhou thought for a moment before making up his mind.

Go in and take a look...

What if the cries for help are the 'key' to triggering the plot? Ignoring it would mean missing out.

Besides, with the existence of the Dark Crow of Profane Fortune, even if the cries are a trap—a means for an unknown horror to lure its prey—he can always reload back to this moment of decision and escape from the danger.

Yang Qizhou silently applauded his own exceptional reasoning skills. If he lived in a detective fiction world, he would undoubtedly be a brilliant detective.

Having made up his mind, Yang Qizhou chose 'Option One.'

The Game Text continued to refresh.

"You think the cries for help are unbearably pitiful, filled with desperation, pain, and resentment. As a just explorer, you cannot turn a blind eye to such suffering."

"Of course, you would never admit that the real reason you're willing to help is to see if you can squeeze some benefit out of the one asking for aid."

"Relying on the power of the Hidden God's Clothes, you successfully evaded the many warped residents of Dark Mist Town."

"You entered the temple."

"It's an awe-inspiring temple. The walls are gilded to a radiant shine, and the glass is made of glazed gemstones, exuding a fantastical array of colors. Atop the temple's altar, six Holy Images are enshrined. On one of them, you see a Holy Emblem featuring a burning flame emblem—you find it very familiar. Isn't this the symbol of the Fire Stealing Ancient God?"

"You barely took in the scenery before you fixed your gaze ahead, unable to look away for a long time."

"Because the sight before you left you utterly stunned."

"There, standing before you, is a monster resembling a massive lump of flesh, its bloated body riddled with festering sores oozing pus and blood. It has six faces, its limbs defy any description, and it is the embodiment of hideousness, filth, distortion, and frightfulness—all things repulsive and abhorrent rolled into one."

"The cries for help are coming from this very monster."

"Thanks to the effect of the Hidden God's Clothes, the monster hasn't noticed your presence. It continues its sharp, raspy, gut-wrenching cries for help."

"You suppress the urge to turn and flee."

"There are too many mysteries in your heart: what disaster has Dark Mist Town experienced? Why have the villagers all twisted and mutated into monsters? And why does this particular monster retain traces of consciousness and rationality? If it can speak, perhaps it holds all the answers."

"Of course, given your prior experience of being devoured alive by Dark Mist residents, you're already prepared to die again."

As much as dying builds experience, can you please stop describing it in such an offhanded manner? Seriously.

Yang Qizhou ground his teeth in frustration at the mocking undertone embedded in the Game Text.

Alas, there was nothing he could do about it.

After all, you can't hit an enemy that doesn't exist in the first place.

The game continued.

"You deactivated the Hidden God's Clothes effect, waved your hand, and greeted the grotesque monster before you."

"You were already prepared to face death."

"What you didn't expect was that your sudden appearance ended up frightening the monster instead."

"You introduced yourself as a Traveler from the wilderness, here at the behest of Lena, the Night Watch Captain of Fire Stealing Village, to search for resources in Dark Mist Town. While wandering, you heard cries for help and came rushing here, harboring no ill intent."

"You saw five of the monster's faces simultaneously turn to the kindly-looking face of an old man with blue eyes, as if seeking his approval of your claim."

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"This old man's face appeared to be enduring unimaginable pain, contorted and twitching between flashes of clarity and bouts of madness. Rare moments of lucidity revealed his kindly expression. He nodded and, in a slightly surprised voice, confirmed that the young man was not lying."

"The other five faces displayed expressions of delight, some even erupting in laughter. However, the unbearable torment quickly twisted their expressions back into grotesque shapes."

"The monster trusted you so easily—why? Something felt off, and you fell into deep thought."

"A middle-aged face on the monster noticed your doubt, suppressed its anguish, and explained in a stilted, strained voice..."

"That kindly old face belongs to Aryan, Sect Leader of the Star Color Sect, a believer in the Star Color Ancient God, one who presides over the subconscious sea. As a recipient of the god's blessing, he possesses the ability to discern lies."

"Wait, this elderly face is the leader of the Ancient God Sect of Dark Mist Town?"

"Something dawned on you, and your expression grew deeply fearful."

"Because a troubling question had arisen in your mind."

"Who were the other faces, and how did they end up like this?"

For a Sect Leader of an Ancient God Sect to fall to this state—this is just too tragic.

Yang Qizhou didn't even need to wait for more Game Text to load. He had already figured out the truth. Dark Mist Town, as a superior settlement to the dozen villages in the wilderness, didn't just house the Fire Stealing Sect but also followers of other Ancient God Sects. Earlier texts already described six Holy Images and their corresponding Holy Emblems in the temple, representing six Ancient Gods. The monster also had six faces, one belonging to Aryan, leader of the Star Color Sect. The identities of the others were self-evident.

These six faces.

They were the leaders of the six Ancient God Sects of Dark Mist Town.

"Dark Mist Town was supposed to be the superior settlement to Fire Stealing Village, home to six Ancient God Sects, countless big shots, towering far above Lena and the other Night Watchers in terms of influence. And yet, Fire Stealing Village remained relatively intact, while Dark Mist Town turned into this eldritch nightmare."

"Fine,"

"This is classic Old Earth vibes."

Yang Qizhou muttered under his breath, silently marveling at how even the textual representation of Old Earth was enough to evoke fear and dread. He couldn't imagine how atrocious survival in that world must have been.

Not that it mattered to him. Onward with the game, onward with the game...

"The six faces on the monster noticed your confusion and began introducing themselves one by one. Aside from Aryan, Sect Leader of the Star Color Sect, the remaining five were Petef of the Fire Stealing Sect, Lie Zuowen of the Imperial Destiny Sect, Narlin of the Drue Sect, Evans of the Judgement Sect, and Turag of the Frost Sect."

"You then asked them what happened to Dark Mist Town to leave it in such a state."

"The six faces on the monster visibly filled with terror."

"Their voices trembled as they provided their answer!"