Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 385 A Warning from the Witch

Apart from Wu Wang, the remaining contestants also received rewards from the program team.

Of course, it certainly wouldn't be as exaggerated as making a wish.

They can choose one prop they want from a list of treasures provided by the production team.

Wu Wang also glanced at the list briefly.

Furthermore, under the gaze of the [Vision of Truth], he was also able to see that these were basically all [Epic] level items that could be evolved.

Some of them are even comparable to [Legendary] items in terms of effect.

As compensation for the Mongolian top laner.

Wu Wang personally helped him choose the props.

Simple yet powerful effect —

[When near death, one can forcibly leave the current instance and return to reality].

Most importantly, this is not a one-time use item.

Each time it is used, it only needs to go through two dungeons to recharge.

You have the ability to escape every two instances.

From any perspective, this is arguably the most popular life-saving item.

If the ability to forcibly leave a dungeon were to be auctioned off...

Wu Wang believed that the players of the Spirit Disaster would definitely overwhelm the entrance to the auction.

After all the contestants received their awards, the audience and guests left the venue.

Before leaving, [The Thorn Prince] also gave the Mongolian top laner a special token as an extra reward.

Although the results are yet to be seen, it's clear that he inexplicably admires this player with the lowest ranking in the entire arena.

“I think you are a good fit for my Lord’s faith. If you have thought it through, you can start the trial of facing suffering for me at any time.”

"Your misfortune is also a kind of luck."

After saying that, he quietly disappeared amidst laughter.

These words really made Wu Wang lose his composure.

Perhaps in the eyes of the "Thorn Prince," the Mongolian top laner will suffer all kinds of "pain" due to bad luck.

From this perspective, it is indeed a different kind of luck.

The War Lord wasn't so agreeable before leaving.

He took off that Spartan-style helmet.

With eyes that seemed to burn, he looked down at Wu Wang with a fierce, unwavering gaze.

He grinned and threatened, "I'll remember you, human."

"You'd better pray that you can completely master that powerful force, otherwise, if I ever encounter you in any world..."

That will become your most painful memory!

It's obvious that his older sister's sword strike made him hold a grudge.

Of course, Wu Wang remained unmoved by this guy's threats.

Please, you're just a descendant of a venerable one, okay?
Do you want to see which entities I've offended?

I NTR'd and stole the believer of [Suffering] right in front of him; I also stole the experimental results of Him, [Twisted], and [Hope]; and finally, I even went to [Hope]'s little world to cause destruction.

What are you compared to these people above you?
Wu Wang is now simply overwhelmed by debt.

There were so many people who wanted to kill him that they would have to wait in line and get a number.

Then the War Lord turned to look at the witch.

This time, he made no attempt to hide his disgust.

He is a descendant of [Chaos].

They are the representatives of "order," the opposite of their own creator.

It wasn't just a difference in beliefs; it was an irreconcilable hostility.

Ultimately, only one of chaos or order can exist.

If this weren't the scene of the Calamity Show, but rather any other instance in a free world...

The War Lord will definitely go all out to try and kill the witch.

“The spokesperson of [Order], your doom will be created by my own hands sooner or later, and your head will be the best offering to my Lord.”

"This is a challenge from [Chaos]! You have no right to refuse!"

Having said that, the War Lord pulled out a blood-red spear from who-knows-where.

It hurtled toward the witch with incredible speed, like a fiery meteor.

The oppressive atmosphere was so strong that even Wu Wang, who was standing next to him, felt a deathly aura enveloping him.

It was as if the residual force alone was enough to severely injure him.

Faced with the sudden offensive.

The witch raised her scepter without changing her expression.

Enveloped in the starlight, the blood-stained spear stopped steadily five centimeters in front of her.

Then, the witch glanced at the aura emanating from the spear.

He grinned and said, "Then I'll give you, this lackey of [Chaos], a chance to challenge me."

"We'll see whose head will be sacrificed as an offering then."

She reached out her other hand and gripped the spear firmly.

In an instant, a chaotic aura swept out.

It intertwined with the laws of order on the witch's scepter, forming a strange mark.

A simple longsword stands amidst the chaotic lines.

It seems to want to cut the lines, while the lines want to wrap around it in return.

The two are intertwined and imprinted on the witch's scepter and spear.

From this moment on.

When the witch enters the instance again.

She and the Warlord can then locate each other's positions.

In other words, you enter the instance again.

This is a life-or-death battle between the descendants of this one person and this Venerable One.

Seeing the witch accept his challenge, the War Lord snorted coldly and also left the scene, disappearing without a trace.

At this point, the option for players to leave the instance also popped up.

After adding each other as friends and saying goodbye.

Wang Xianzhi and the Mongolian top laner left the field one after the other.

Only the witch and Wu Wang remained on the stage, seemingly preoccupied with something else.

“Hey, kid,” the witch spoke first, “I don’t know how you managed to win the favor of a descendant of a venerable being like the Princess of Pleasure, but you’d better not take that as your advantage. They are dangerous, and they are even more dangerous.”

Wu Wang shrugged and did not reply.

Looking at him, he seemed indifferent and didn't seem to care.

The witch shook her head, took off her hat, and asked, "Sorting Hat, tell me your story—I chose you from a bunch of talking hats."

The witch's hat, with its fabric folds replacing eyes and mouth, chuckled in response:

"The other hats were trying their best to act silly, tell jokes, and make you happy to be chosen."

"But you said only I don't seem to be faking it, hehehe..."

Snapped--

The witch put it back on her head.

Looking at Wu Wang, he shrugged and said, "Do you understand?"

"In the eyes of those beings, you are perhaps like the reason I chose this fool."

"It's just because you can amuse them or Him at this stage."

"But toys eventually get boring, and I often send this silly hat to Azkaban for solitary confinement."

“A being of the Venerable level wouldn’t be as merciful as me. When He gets tired of playing with you, it will be the end of the world for you.”

She paused briefly after saying that.

He looked at the scepter in his hand and frowned slightly, as if he was struggling with something.

Finally, he sighed and said, "You are the holy son of [Desire], but you have not become its representative. That proves that you are still someone who can be abandoned at any time."

"With the public beta just around the corner, you'd better make a decision quickly—"

"Either demonstrate your value in [desire] as soon as possible and become its advocate, or try to break free from it and forge your own path as soon as possible."

"As your senior, I can only remind you that while the former will grant you power, it will also cause you to be bound by some kind of shackle, which you may never be able to break free of in your lifetime."

"And the latter... has a much lower probability of success than you imagine."

"Once you fail, you can't go back to the previous choice; you'll just be an ordinary player struggling to survive in dungeons forever."

That last sentence sounds strange.

For the vast majority of players in the Calamity dungeon, survival is the norm.

But the witch could sense that Wu Wang was the same kind of person as her.

He would never settle for a mundane existence. He also yearned to explore the nature of spiritual disasters.

Therefore, becoming a player in the survival-focused Necropolis is a disaster for him that is no less than death.

Wu Wang did not refute the witch's claim.

Because he himself was well aware that what the other party said was correct.

[The Lord of Desire] applies double standards to his seemingly indulgent treatment of himself.

It's all based on the premise that I can exceed His expectations every time.

Wu Wang was meeting someone of this caliber for the first time.

This can also be seen from the behavior of the cherubim, the messenger of God, and the alien angel of the wheel within a wheel.

They are eager to find their spokespeople.

It felt like something was chasing us from behind.

Is it time?

They must find a spokesperson before a certain time.
Is the same true for the Venerable One?

If that's the case, then I haven't been able to reply to [Desire Sea Spirit Lord].

Will He choose a representative from among the other players of the Calamity before that final deadline arrives?

Having a spokesperson, He probably won't continue to treat himself the way he does now.

It might even be possible to erase one's own existence.

After all, he had asked Him too many questions that he shouldn't have known.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

"Sigh, just like in the movies, knowing too much is a mistake." Wu Wang sighed, "Who told me to be so talkative and curious? I had to get involved in those issues and bear the consequences."

But no matter what, I would never choose to become a spokesperson.

It seems I only have one path left to choose from—

That means using the method the eldest sister mentioned, which is the second option the witch spoke of.

Forge your own path and unleash some unknown talent or potential.

Try to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods with a human body!

"Alright, as your senior, I've finished reminding you of what I needed to remind you of." The witch stretched and counted on her fingers. "Next, let's talk about how to settle things after you've dragged me down as a teammate for the entire game."

Kaka-

They heard the witch cracking her knuckles and stretching her muscles.

A thought flashed through Wu Wang's mind—

Oh no! Something's very wrong!
"Listen to my excuses... Ah!"

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A moment later, they entered the audience space.

The vast, boundless sea of ​​desire washes away the beauty of the world.

Above it stood an unaffected throne.

[The Lord of Desire] sat on the throne with her legs crossed, her graceful figure and slender, gray-white hands casually playing with the creatures floating in the sea of ​​desire.

Just as [Hope] has its own world.

He also possesses a world of desire.

And more than one.

Occasionally, players from the Necropolis will appear in His world to perform dungeon quests.

Unlike other venerable ones who disdain and completely ignore these humans.

[Desire Sea Spirit Lord] enjoys intervening in these players' dungeons, using various methods to make them sink into the ocean of [desire].

In the end, do the players either fail the mission and are wiped out, or do they enjoy themselves and then return to reality?

He didn't care.

For Him, this was simply a way to pass the time and have fun.

Of course, this situation had not occurred before the fall of Wu.

The reason why there is very little information about [Desire Sea Spirit Lord] is among the players of Spirit Disaster.

This is also because no one has ever been able to leave a copy of Him alive before.

All news about this mysterious [Desire] Venerable.

They can only occasionally get a glimpse of it from other Venerable Ones' copies.

This is why so many high-level players were willing to buy information about the "Desire Sea Spirit Lord" when Wu Wang was selling it.

Because he was actually a player who had interacted with [Desire Sea Spirit Lord]!

wow-

Suddenly, some unusual waves were stirred up somewhere in the sea of ​​desire.

Someone appears out of nowhere and tries to swim to the unknown other side using a backstroke.

[Desire Sea Spirit Lord] couldn't help but feel helpless looking at this scene.

Others, once they become addicted, can never escape it.

This kid doesn't seem to have even gone through the process of indulging in and enjoying [desire].

His attitude toward himself was extremely strange.

Beneath those hypocritical prayers filled with empty rhetoric lies the freedom to mentally rant about one's own resistance.

As the supreme being of desire, He should be the most irresistible being in this world.

Therefore, He wanted to see how the other party did this.

But today, He knows.

"Ha, why is my holy son in such a sorry state?"

"Those two toys shouldn't dare to make a move against you, right?"

The toys He mentioned naturally refer to the War Lord and the Thorn Prince.

"I... just dropped a banana... but I had luck, not electricity."

Wu Wang's mumbled, indistinct words came out as he tried to justify himself.

Because his face was bruised and swollen, he was completely unable to speak clearly.

He's even missing a few teeth, so his smile is quite amusing.

It was clearly before being summoned to the audience space.

He had an unforgettable heart-to-heart talk with the witch.

This level of injury is actually quite serious for players facing the Calamity.

It's well within an acceptable range.

After all, they are mostly just superficial injuries, and even a few missing teeth can be quickly restored with medical tools.

It's clear that the witch was just venting her anger.

They did not truly hold a grudge against Wu for his actions.

Otherwise, if she were to unleash her full power, Wu Wang would definitely have to die several times over today.

Of course, it wouldn't be possible to say so many earnest words before beating him up.

"Unlucky? But I think you're very lucky."

[The Lord of Desire] casually slapped those fallen creatures into the seabed, turning them into statues.

Just like each audience with the emperor, it briefly granted Wu Wang the ability to stand on the sea of ​​desire.

And when the seawater gently caressed his face.

They also took care of his injuries.

In an instant, Wu Wang's face returned to normal.

He rubbed his face and flashed his signature smile.

"It is my good fortune to see the great Venerable Desire again. Your illustrious name..."

However, he was interrupted before he could finish his flattery.

"That's enough. Your prayers are still full of hypocrisy and have no sincerity whatsoever."

[The Lord of Desire] slowly stepped down from the throne.

His figure grew ever more magnificent on the sea of ​​desire.

When she lowered her head, her delicate face, veiled in gray, was as dark as the sun.

The gaze fixed on Wu Wang brought back a fleeting feeling of being stared at by the Abyss God during the beginner dungeon.

His voice also resounded from the depths of Wu Wang's heart.

It was as if his desires were torturing him.

He said something that made Wu Wang's heart sink into an abyss.

Your luck is—

[Able to withstand the aura of death without being destroyed]

Isn't that right?

(End of this chapter)