Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

But why do demons and the Primal God Cult appear on Earth? Why have I never heard of them before? What is the connection between these two worlds?

Two worlds, two worlds...

Cheng Cheng's eyes suddenly widened; he remembered the synopsis of "Fate/stay night: The Immortal Crown":

"Two worlds intertwined by their tragic fates, a bygone ballad scattered across the universe."

"That song has no beginning and no end, no sound and no trace, it comes from the mouth of no one and goes to the ears of no one; in this story that is written from the end, the starting point is decided by you and me together."

It's not time travel, nor is it a game invading reality.

Rather, it was because both worlds came into contact with the abyss at the same time and were both targeted by demons, which is why similar sects emerged.

No, demons existed in the game world a thousand years ago, but reality doesn't seem to have one—they might have been suppressed by a mysterious organization in modern society, but if demons existed in ancient times, there would be historical records and myths about them!

Could this game world be a preview of reality, or...?

I don't understand.

This is something he can't discuss with others. He'll live off the secret of Fate/Immortal Crown for the rest of his life. Even if the Genshin Impact cult wants to investigate the source of his power, they'll have to find a way to keep it hidden.

I'll have to think about it later.

"Sigh..." Cheng Cheng temporarily suppressed these thoughts and looked at the magic circle. "Bazaar, what exactly is this magic circle for?"

The puppet spoke respectfully:

"It makes the recipient feel the gaze of the demon god. Once the true form of the demon god is seen, the ordinary person's spirit will collapse and they will be in utter despair."

"despair?"

"Yes. When they realize how insignificant humanity is in the face of the demon god, they will know that the end of this world was already predetermined, and any resistance is futile. This unease will accompany them throughout their lives until they choose to submit to the demon god—at which point they will be the most devout believers."

Cheng Cheng raised an eyebrow: "What about the Silver tier?"

"Silver-rank individuals possess mental resistance, allowing them to remain conscious even after directly confronting a demon god. However, even so, those images will be forever etched into their consciousness. Most Silver-rank individuals still choose to join after undergoing the ritual. Not out of fear, but because—they accept their fate."

Cheng Cheng paused for a second, then said, "Alright. So, how strong is your sect?"

“The Silvershine City branch originally had three Silvers and one Gold. Cicero is dead, and I’m here to guide and test new recruits. The Gold one—” the puppet paused, “has a prestigious identity hidden, but I don’t know who it is.”

"The total number of believers worldwide is six Gold, over thirty Silver, and countless others from all walks of life... Legend has it that the sect was founded by a legendary leader, but the leader has long since disappeared, and no one knows his name."

"So weak..."

Sylvia's bodyguards are all Gold-ranked, which means I could wipe out your sect just by bringing my bodyguards.

So how have you guys survived until now?

Sylvia couldn't help but explain, "Mr. Mambo, if gold can be used to massacre a city in a single day, then six gold is already a force that can threaten a small country."

"Could they even beat a Legendary player combined?"

“We can’t beat them.” Sylvia paused. “The weaker the cultists are, the easier it is for us to control them, isn’t it? Mr. Mambo, don’t forget that our goal is to unite those soldiers, the poor and the vagrants who have been abandoned by the kingdom and the nobles, and help them reclaim everything that is rightfully theirs.”

"Tsk, fine."

Cheng Cheng sighed, then looked around and suddenly laughed.

That was Sylvia's face, but that smile—it gave Sylvia a strange feeling, like seeing a lion surveying her territory.

"Sylvia, would you be interested in becoming the leader of the Genshin Impact cult?"

……

The air was quiet for a second.

The puppet lowered its head and calmly said, "That requires a ritual. All core members of the sect can sense the difference between 'baptized' and 'unbaptized'. Without this ritual, it will be immediately detected."

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat. A lot was on her mind, but in the end she only asked softly:

"Mr. Mambo... will you be there?"

Cheng Cheng raised an eyebrow: "Of course. Haven't I been here all along?"

"Okay, let's do it then."

Cheng Cheng didn't say anything more and strode towards the magic array.

The triple rings slowly rotated, with the crown-like particle in the center suspended. He stood on the crown-like particle in the center and then commanded the puppet to start the ritual.

Then--

The world has cracked open.

…………

Sylvia's consciousness was instantly ripped out, and her soul seemed to be falling.

Traveling through layers of rock, through the mantle, through magma and rocks and even older strata—finally, arriving at an amber-colored sea of ​​rocks.

The seal of the Amber God.

She didn't stop; her consciousness continued to travel through the past.

At that moment, she saw the abyss.

There are no boundaries, no end, no up, down, left, or right; only endless darkness pervades the entire world, as if it were space itself.

Sylvia abandoned sight and instead used her senses to perceive. Finally, in that darkness that resembled an endless black hole, she sensed the first presence—a mountain of countless corpses piled up, reaching upwards to obscure the sky and downwards to the depths of the earth. Each corpse came from a different race, a different civilization, and a different era. They piled up, squeezed, and intertwined, forming a gigantic humanoid silhouette.

The humanoid form of the corpse was still breathing—inhaling the souls of every life that dies every moment in the world, and exhaling everything that is born every moment in the world.

That was the great enemy blocked by the Amber God, the first face of the primordial era, the embodiment of death—

[Power] The Demon of Death.

Sylvia's consciousness was screaming, but she couldn't look away.

Because a second one appeared.

It was a fog.

When Sylvia tried to look at it, it had already moved to the edge of her field of vision; when Sylvia tried to describe it, she found that she had no corresponding words in her language; when Sylvia tried to think about it, her thoughts began to crumble like a sandcastle—

The original second face, the indescribable, the unknowable—

[Wisdom] The Unknown Demon.

Sylvia's consciousness was no longer able to form complete thoughts until a flame ignited her mind—

It was a burning city, a toppled tower, charred corpses and broken flags, a torrent of steel stretching for thousands of miles, and an endless sacrifice that lasted for thousands of years.

Billions upon billions of lives forged plowshares into swords, engaging in endless, meaningless slaughter on this battlefield, dying and being resurrected time and again, throwing themselves into the war, burning endlessly.

The original third face, the victor, the Red Priest, the Root of Human Calamity—

[Victory] The demon of war.

Three beings exist, three primordial demons.

There seemed to be three more beings existing deeper within, but Sylvia could no longer sense them—at this moment, she finally understood why ordinary people would be utterly desperate after undergoing the ritual—it wasn't an emotion, but a conclusion drawn from rational thought.

Humans could never defeat these things.

All resistance is futile, all struggle is a joke, all hope is self-deception. This world is dead, it just hasn't been buried yet.

Sylvia wanted to cry, but she couldn't even manage to cry.

Her consciousness was crumbling, disintegrating, and being swallowed up by despair bit by bit.

Then--

"That's it?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out, and she turned her head sharply, only to find that a phantom male figure was standing beside her.

The figure let out a lazy, slightly disappointed sigh: "I thought it would be much scarier."

Sylvia was stunned.

“Mr. Mambo?” she whispered, her voice weak. “What…did you see?”

Cheng Cheng casually said, "A pair of hands, a pair of eyes, a head, a bunch of organs and stuff. It's pretty bizarre, but it's not exactly terrifying."

Chapter 27, The Primal God Cult Suffered Three Betrayals

"A bunch of limbs?"

“Yes,” Cheng Cheng nodded, “It’s a mess, scattered pieces, but it can barely be pieced together to form a human shape.”

Like my younger brother at home, who can run around everywhere even when he's only one year old, who disassembled all his Gundam models and figurines and then piled them up haphazardly.

Ugh, just thinking about him makes me so angry.

"Then what did you see?"

Sylvia hesitated for a moment before stating the truth.

A hell of corpses and blood, an indescribable fog, an endless war...

After hearing Sylvia's description, Cheng Cheng immediately understood—

While this game world might be real, it's highly unlikely that it's actually real.

After all, it still has some game features, such as rollback, monster fighting and leveling up, and game systems. Ultimately, it's just a sequel game in disguise.

As we all know, second-generation games—especially great ones like "Gen Shen"—have a high entry barrier, and only highly educated players can understand them.

However, many children still come here because of its reputation. They are influenced by "Yuanshen" from an early age and can recite the characters' ultimate moves and idle lines fluently by the time they are in junior high school. They will surely become pillars of society in the future. Therefore, for the healthy growth of children, these second games are not for adults or children over 18.

So it's normal that what Sylvia saw was too bloody and terrifying, and was therefore blocked by the game system.

Cheng Cheng sighed regretfully, while Sylvia, standing beside him, felt a mix of emotions.

A hell of corpses and blood, an indescribable fog, an endless war... The terrifying imagery of the primordial demons was nothing more than a pile of limbs in Mr. Mambo's eyes.

Yes.

Mr. Mambo once said that he came from a world called "Teyvat" and was a god in that world. The perspective of a god is naturally different from that of mortals. This terrifying existence that is enough to drive mortals to the brink of mental collapse may indeed be just a bunch of boring parts in the eyes of a god.

For some reason, Sylvia suddenly felt a sense of peace.

Although humans are no match for the primordial demons, we have Mr. Mambo. He can lead us to defeat the demons and save the world, can't he?

Fortunately, Mr. Mambo arrived... Fortunately, Mr. Mambo chose me.

Lost in thought, Sylvia turned to look at Mr. Mambo beside her, her heart filled with gratitude…