It's time to become an evil god.

It's time to become an evil god. (Author: Tumbler)

Summary:

The world has opened a killing instance beyond dimensions, and unfortunate host players are forced to join the glorious evolution game.

Bai Ge, being one of the players, quickly realized something was wrong.

A deadly fishing line, the ripper's serrated knife, wriggling unidentified tentacles, an ancient god's umbilical cord, an evil god's eyeball, and an indescribable, bizarre statue.

Why are the dungeon rewards he receives so different from those of other players? As his level increases, Bai Ge feels more and more like a villainous evil god.

"Everyone be careful, this must be a boss from a dungeon where the Fukushima nuclear wastewater has mutated!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Chapter One: Could you be the legendary mermaid?

May 21st, Lesser Fullness (Xiaoman), the weather was gloomy.

A flock of crows, drawn by the carrion, perched on the tree trunk, cawing noisily toward the river.

Several police cars were parked along the riverbank, their red and blue lights flashing. Police tape cordoned off the riverbank, and two officers stood inside the cordon, their expressions serious.

Criminal investigation technicians were already filming the scene, while another group of colleagues from the criminal investigation team carefully surrounded the body, collecting body parts and biological evidence. The riverbank was covered with lush aquatic plants and soft mud, so the police specially built a temporary passage to avoid damaging the evidence.

Officer Huang stared grimly at the body that had just been retrieved. Even through his mask, he could smell an unbearable stench of decay and putrefaction. He exhaled a breath of stale air, the smell reminding him of a dish his wife had made the night before.

Pork intestines that weren't properly cleaned before stir-frying.

This association made his stomach churn, but he still forced himself to approach the corpse despite the discomfort.

The bloated corpse was surrounded by a swarm of buzzing green flies, which were feeding on the putrid blood.

The corpse's eyeballs had completely disappeared, leaving only dark, empty eye sockets. The brain tissue inside the skull, along with the skin and flesh on the face, had been completely eaten away by something. When the head was turned, even a fat loach could be seen crawling out of it.

The deceased's fingernails were filled with mud, sand, and seaweed, and he was still tightly gripping the fishing rod in his hand until his death.

Seeing this, Officer Huang could no longer hold back. His face turned pale as he walked out of the police cordon and leaned against a tree, bending down.

"Ugh~"

It seems that he wants to vomit up all the food from yesterday.

Once he had finally recovered, a tissue was handed to him. Officer Huang looked up and saw a young man carrying fishing gear and wearing a fisherman's hat smiling at him. "Officer, here, take this and wipe yourself."

Officer Huang took the tissue, but instead of wiping his mouth, he asked suspiciously, "Who are you...?"

The young man didn't answer the question. Instead, he looked at the corpse on the riverbank and said with regret, "Tsk, life and death are unpredictable. I saw Old Zhao full of energy just two weeks ago. I never expected him to turn out like this. No wonder he hasn't appeared in the group for several days."

"Old Zhao?"

Officer Huang frowned. The police hadn't even identified the deceased yet, so how could this guy be so sure? Could it be...?

"Don't get me wrong, I was just guessing."

The young man explained, "See the words 'Never Go Home Empty-Handed' printed on his chest? In our fishing circle, only Old Zhao wears this kind of shirt, and he's the only one who likes to go night fishing in these deserted places in the middle of the night. I remember this guy went night fishing at a reservoir and caught a child's corpse. Most of the face was swollen and pale from being submerged in water. This guy even poked it with a stick to see if any eels would crawl out. Afraid of disturbing the fish, he put it aside and continued fishing for two hours until he stopped catching fish before calling the police."

Officer Huang was dumbfounded, still clutching the cigarette he had just taken out, forgetting to light it.

The young man remarked with a touch of melancholy, "There are countless cases of anglers falling asleep while night fishing, accidentally tangling their feet in the water, and getting tangled in their nets and weeds, unable to swim to the surface. Old Zhao fished his whole life, and in the end, he used himself as bait. It really is a cycle of karma..."

"..."

The young man stared at the corpse and said, "And officer, did you notice that the victim's right hand had its little finger bitten off?"

"Ok?"

Officer Huang stared at the deceased's missing hand, which still had several pieces of flesh that hadn't been properly chewed off.

The young man squinted and said, "That's not something small fish or shrimp can eat. It might be some giant creature, perhaps a hundred-pound mandarin fish or catfish in the river."

At this point, a glint of excitement flashed in the young man's eyes, making Officer Huang's heart skip a beat. "Why are you so excited?"

"Isn't this the ultimate dream of every fisherman?"

The young man smiled slightly, "I admit there's an element of gambling involved, but either the fish or I have to die today."

"Young man, your thinking is dangerous."

Officer Huang swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously across the calm river surface, as if he could sense the surging undercurrents and unknown monsters beneath.

"Oh, right."

As if remembering something, the young man added, "If I also go missing and someone reports it, please remember to come upstream to retrieve my body, thank you."

Officer Huang hurriedly asked, "Wait a minute, aren't you afraid something might happen?"

"It's impossible for me to join the Air Force. It's impossible for me to join the Air Force in this lifetime. I'd even rather catch a water ghost and bring it back."

After saying that, he slung his fishing rod back over his shoulder and walked step by step upstream towards the riverbank. Officer Huang couldn't help but ask from behind, "Who...who are you?"

He paused for a moment, turned his head and smiled slightly, but it gave Officer Huang a chilling feeling.

"My name is Bai Ge, and I'm just a fisherman."

……

Away from the crime scene where the body was recovered, we arrived at a patch of reeds and water plants.

There was no sign of human habitation.

Only the river breeze, carrying a fishy stench, wafted towards us.

The torrential rain a few days ago washed away the spot where we used to fish and bait our spots, and also washed away a grave mound by the water, leaving the dark, dilapidated coffin and the bones inside overturned to one side.

As darkness fell and dark clouds gathered, only the buzzing of mosquitoes could be heard all around.

Bai Ge pulled the coffin out, pushed it into the river, stepped on it to make sure it wouldn't sink, and then used it as a raft to paddle on the water.

After confirming that no one was around, Bai Ge took out his phone and checked the last location information sent by Lao Zhao, as well as a blurry video temporarily recorded by the phone's camera.

A slight ripple spread across the dark river surface, the searchlight overhead casting ripples on the surface. The man in the video spoke urgently and excitedly to the camera, “Old Bai, did you see that? I told you there was definitely a big one in the river, but you didn’t believe me. It took the bait! It’s incredibly strong, I bet it weighs at least a hundred pounds! Enough talk, let’s pull it up. Hehe, tomorrow I’ll either be making boiled fish with pickled cabbage at home, or tonight it’ll have a feast.”

The video abruptly ended there. The video was filled with noise, but you could still vaguely see half a head floating on the water not far away. The head was white from being soaked in the murky river water, and the facial features were so swollen that they were indistinguishable. A pair of malevolent eyes with a red glow were looking at the excited person filming on the water.

Under the flashlight beam, even the murky mud couldn't conceal the gleaming scales. Bai Ge looked up at the vast expanse of water and murmured to herself, "Could you be the legendary mermaid?"

Chapter Two: Living People Setting Up Nests

A streak of lightning flashed across the dark sky, its pale light instantly illuminating the gloomy forests of the desolate wilderness. A chilling wind whipped the straight trees into a frenzy, and torrential rain lashed the surging river, creating towering waves.

The car headlights illuminated the dark, secluded thickets of weeds, and a line of deep and shallow footprints stretched out from the damp grass along the riverbank, following the direction of the flashlight all the way to the riverbank.

Zhang Hui, a middle-aged man wearing a black raincoat, wiped the rainwater off his face. The icy chill of being soaked through made his drunken head clear up a little. He stopped his heavy steps, took a few breaths, and dragged the snakeskin bag toward the river.

It was pitch black all around, and no one knew the secret of the body being dumped in the wilderness.

The snakeskin bag was tied with heavy stones. After drinking too much, he felt his strength rapidly draining away and his consciousness becoming blurred. What was clearly a distance of a dozen meters felt like half an hour.

A stench of decay filled the air. The trouser legs were soaked in the cool water plants. The body was dragged into the water and pushed forcefully into the depths of the river.

A glaring crimson stain surged on the river's surface, only to be quickly washed away by the rain. After eliminating all traces of evidence, he turned and walked towards the riverbank.

"Finally, it's been taken care of."

Zhang Hui grabbed a handful of cold river water and splashed it on his burning face, exhaling a heavy breath reeking of alcohol. "Luckily, there were no surveillance cameras at the accident site. Damn it, a homeless man just caused me trouble."

Thinking of this, Zhang Hui felt a lingering fear and slowly walked towards the shore, clutching the wet water plants. From the moment he entered the water, he had a bad feeling, as if he were being watched by something.

Zhang Hui was completely unaware that half a head was bobbing up and down on the water's surface three or four meters away from him. It was more like a swollen, white head that had been soaked in water, with only a pair of scarlet eyes scrutinizing his unsuspecting back.

Its head was hidden deep in the dark, unlit water plants, and only its swaying body could be vaguely seen.

Zhang Hui's unease grew stronger and stronger, and he finally couldn't help but slowly turn his head back.

Another bolt of lightning illuminated the dark night sky, and the head bobbed up and down in the downpour like a cantaloupe floating on water.

This scene sent chills down his spine. In the midst of a stormy night, being stared at by a terrifying human head instantly sobered him up, and a bone-chilling terror and fear seeped into his body along with the icy steam.

The sounds of torrential rain and thunder isolated Yemang Reservoir from the outside world, creating a pitch-black deep pool.

"what!!!!"

The middle-aged man let out a heart-wrenching howl, splashing in the river as he rushed toward the bank in terror. However, before he had taken more than a few steps, he felt something grab his ankle, lost his balance, and was dragged into the water without warning.

The sudden drowning caused him to choke on the foul-smelling river water. In a panic, he desperately swam upwards, but his feet felt as heavy as if they were being pulled down by a thousand pounds. He suddenly opened his eyes underwater and looked into the depths.

What was once a shallow area now resembled a bottomless abyss of hell, filled with countless corpses. They were swollen and white from being submerged in the water, unrecognizable as human, and even highly decomposed, their skin completely rotten, leaving only grotesque and terrifying mutilated bodies.

However, the strange corpse tightly bound Zhang Hui's legs, rendering him unable to move.

"Help, help."

His deepest fear triggered his survival instinct, and he desperately tried to stick his head out of the water.

Suddenly, a strong, powerful hand seemed to grab his arm, reigniting the deep-seated desire to live within him.

Finally, he grabbed onto something sturdy, broke free of his shoes, climbed out of the water onto the boat, and coughed incessantly, vomiting a large puddle of black, murky, and foul-smelling river water.

Zhang Hui looked up and suddenly realized that he was lying in a coffin, on which he could vaguely see the character "福" (fortune/blessing).

A young man wearing a safety helmet held a boom and stared at me expressionlessly.

"The first time I baited the hook, I caught half a skull; the second time, I caught half a coffin lid; and the third time, I unexpectedly caught a living person. Interesting. What will I catch the fourth time?"

Zhang Hui felt as if he were in the bitter cold of the dead of winter, the moisture quickly taking away his body heat, making him shiver.

The streaking lightning illuminated the dark river surface, and it seemed as if many unidentified things were moving beneath the water. Startled, Zhang Hui quickly moved closer to the young man.

"Help me, help me! I'll give you any amount of money you want!"

However, the young man named Bai Ge on the ship did not answer him, but instead said to himself, "These days, there are more and more urban legends on the internet. Strangely, some of the seemingly absurd and unconventional tales always end up being censored."

As Bai Ge reeled in his line and slowly removed the bait, he explained, "For example, some people have said that they saw a giant mandarin fish the size of a door panel swimming in the Zhuojiang River while night fishing. Others have said it was a swollen and rotting corpse. There's even someone who tagged Director Fox to identify the popular online legend of the water monkey."

The childish voice couldn't mask the mature and steady tone. Bai Ge put away his fishing rod, silently grabbed a sturdy bundle of hemp rope and a safety helmet from beside him, and tossed them to the other person. "And also, who goes fishing without a helmet? Tie the rope around your waist, and remember to fasten it securely. I won't be responsible if you die later."

Zhang Hui quickly tied a tight knot around his waist, put on his helmet, and asked nervously, "And then?"

Bai Ge held the other end of the rope tightly in his hand and said patiently, "Then just wait for it to take the bait."

"Took the bait?"