It's time to become an evil god.

The atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Spade could clearly sense an unsettling aura emanating from Bai Ge, as if she were possessed by a chilling outer god. Professor Armitage, the library's chief librarian, stood nearby, sensing the same threat emanating from the intruder—the same oppressive feeling he had experienced during the Dunwich Village ghost story. It instantly brought back memories of the nightingale's song on Sentinel Hill, the sudden storms and lightning, and the unspeakable, terrifying presence attempting to descend upon this world through the Gate of Mist.

Armitage leaned closer and whispered, "Lord Buster, he..."

Cat God Buster waved his hand, trying to remain calm, stepped out from the crowd, walked up to Bai Ge, and asked, "What do you want?"

“The mystical knowledge of the Great Mystic, including the Old Seals and Exorcism Spells.”

"No, absolutely not."

Professor Armitage's expression changed drastically, and he said sternly, "This is a secret concerning the life and death of the entire world, and we will absolutely not entrust these things to you."

"Let's get started."

Professor Dale pulled out a strangely shaped pendant. "These secrets must never be leaked, or the whole world will be thrown into chaos."

As soon as the words were spoken, the crystal chandelier above flickered, as if something had invaded the darkness. The old marks on the walls began to fade, and a strange sense of unease enveloped my heart.

Is it coming?

Everyone's expression changed instantly, holding their breath as they awaited the arrival of the indescribable thing. The elderly professor even had to take some nitroglycerin to avoid a heart attack.

"and many more."

Buster stopped the eager group of Miskatonic University professors. As if she could see through Bai Ge's thoughts, she said with a pale expression, "Do as he says, otherwise... you will all be doomed."

"Yes, I just want to resolve this terrible situation; I don't care about anything else."

Bai Ge stated the purpose of his trip simply and clearly: "I think you must be aware of what happened in Tokyo. The God Extermination Association of Miskatonic University will not just stand by and watch a higher-level plane destroy this world, will it? You once stopped the descent of Yggdrasil and survived the encounter with the Shoggoths in Antarctica. Could the situation this time be even worse than before?"

"No problem, I can give you anything you want, but please don't make things difficult for this little kitten."

Cat God Buster shook his head and began to explain, "Higher beings cannot descend into this world. Just as a person can burn, flood, or spray insecticide to destroy an ant nest, he can never descend into the ant colony as an ant."

"So if someone is interested in ant colonies and wants to observe ants, miniature cameras, nanomechanical ants, these are all machines that are a means of observing ant colonies."

"Similarly, it's like those indescribable beings projecting parts of their will onto Earth. Without the means to directly intervene, these things will try to probe us in various ways, and what we need to do is sever all connections with them."

"Then why haven't you severed the causal link?"

"I can't do it."

Buster stuck out his tongue and said, "Because I'm just a poor, helpless little kitten."

Bai Ge's lips twitched slightly.

Wow, what a joke! You're the only ancient god here, and you still have the nerve to say something like that.

However, through Buster's explanation, Bai Ge roughly understood the extent of this ancient god's slacking off. After all, while powerful ancient gods could destroy the heavens and the earth, the weaker gods of the Dream Realm were no match for the 7.62mm caliber weapon that banished the Old Seal.

“I also know that you people are not from this world, but have traveled from other timelines.”

Buster the catwoman's eyes revealed a hint of fear and terror. "I was warned beforehand not to get involved. Although I don't know who they are, one thing is certain. For them, the life and death of our world is nothing more than a game that can be reset at any time."

Bai Ge asked, "Is it possible to drive it away?"

Buster shook his head regretfully and proposed a strategy of driving away the tiger and chasing away the wolf: "If it's a species of a lower level than him, it won't work. Only beings of a higher level can achieve this. But those unspeakable things have already been driven out."

"Moreover, summoning an Outer God is extremely risky, just like the Trisolaran world revealing Earth's coordinates to an advanced civilization."

"for example?"

"Different ancient gods were summoned in different ways. Some lower-ranking deities could descend directly in their true form through special rituals, while higher-ranking ones could only project a portion of their bodies into the real world through the reincarnation of their original lower-ranking servant races and independent lower-ranking races. The celestial eye you encountered was a partial projection of its body into the real world using the Kabbalah Tree of Life. Incidentally, the so-called pathways to God in the Old Testament's Genesis and the World Tree in Norse mythology refer to the gateways to the indescribable. As for higher-ranking indescribable beings, they do not need such clumsy and inefficient reincarnation rituals, but rather directly through gestation..."

Buster's voice trailed off at this point, and she froze.

As if they had seen something terrifying, they dared not utter another word.

Buster's heart pounded wildly, and he couldn't help but let out a threatening growl.

Because she saw it.

A cloud-like monster, occupying the entire library hall, appeared behind him. Countless terrifying, writhing tentacles emerged from the cloud, their eyeballs darting freely between the bookshelves, like a monster with tentacle organs, except that those illusory tentacles seemed unable to appear in reality.

Gray mist continuously billowed from the clouds, exuding a terrifying aura of death. It seemed to be trying to warn her not to speak out of turn.

Buster swallowed silently and said nothing more.

"So that's how it is."

At this moment, the ancient god's umbilical cord, hidden in the pocket, poked its little head out, shook itself, and rubbed against Bai Ge's chest.

Bai Ge patted its little head, then looked up and said with a firm expression, "Then give me the summoning talisman, and I will summon the Outer God."

"You summoned an Outer God?"

Buster watched the other person warily and said, "Wait, what Outer God are you going to summon?"

She asked nervously, "Azathoth? Nyarlathotep? The Lord in Yellow?"

"Do not."

Bai Ge said seriously, "I'm here to summon a two-dimensional evil god."

Chapter 206 4K Miyazaki Hidetaka's Malice

After finishing writing 4000 words, I'll go grab a late-night snack, then come back and continue.

A man stood in the art exhibition hall, staring at the empty space and the eerie artworks hanging on the walls, a look of disappointment on his face.

"I didn't expect that these people still couldn't kill them in the end? Cough cough cough."

The man began to cough, and dark blood slowly trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps no one else realized that he had been silently preparing a third plan, signing contracts with the four ancient lords. Whoever won, the final victor would become the medium for the reincarnation of a god.

But there was no time left.

As his body deteriorates, once his life comes to an end, he will never have the chance to live on in the form of eternal life.

"In just a few decades, humans are truly a weak and helpless species, destined for death and extinction. This is a curse that has been imposed on this planet for billions of years. Only by completing the evolution of life through the Ship of Theseus can one achieve eternal existence. Here, I thank you all for your sacrifices."

He bowed silently, preparing to stand up and leave. Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed across the hall.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The once empty hall was instantly filled with people.

The group, who were still in a state of time freeze, suddenly realized that they were no longer on the Beach, but standing in an open-air art gallery.

Beelzebub pulled all the players back from the Beach to the real world, but as for the unspeakable being at the bottom of the abyss, Eddard did not grant its request. Demons might abide by agreements, but the Old Gods might not.

What just happened?

Before anyone could react, they were suddenly far from the Beach and back in the real world, and time began to flow again.

It was as if everything that had just happened was a collective illusion.

Where is Bai Ze?

Xi Zeliang noticed that Bai Ge was the only one missing among the surrounding players. The others just shook their heads silently, their minds in turmoil as they blankly observed their surroundings.

It was less like an exhibition hall and more like a hellish world, filled with mutilated and horrifying corpses, haphazardly piled up to form a massive heap of bones.

A silent man sat atop a pile of bones, gazing at the group of players before him. He sighed slowly, a smile playing on his lips. "It seems everything is unfolding according to the script."

One of the players suddenly exclaimed, "What? No way? Our final boss is actually Hidetaka Miyazaki?"

This is as shocking as Tang Sanzang finally meeting the Buddha after going through eighty-one tribulations, only to have a blood bar appear above his head.

Upon seeing this familiar face, many players who had suffered in the game gritted their teeth and shouted the same sentence.

"Miyazaki, you old scoundrel!"

Although he was just a parallel world version of Hidetaka Miyazaki, it didn't stop those players from venting all the suffering and sins they had endured in Dark Souls, Bloodborne, and Sekiro on him.

"Do you even know how long Father Gascoigne has been holding me hostage?"

"I was stuck at the Kos Orphanage for a whole month!"

"Come here right now, and I'll show you what the torment of a vengeful ghost is all about!"

Faced with the overwhelming complaints and angry outbursts from players, Hidetaka Miyazaki simply said, "Strange, aren't these games supposed to be easy to play? If you can't, it's because you're bad at them. Don't blame the game for being difficult if you're bad at it."

"...You die!"

The angry players prepared to charge at Hidetaka Miyazaki, especially Yuu Hoshima, who was so excited that he didn't even use the Duel Disk and went straight into the arena to fight.

However, in the next instant, Miyazaki Hidetaka, who had been motionless, suddenly stood up, and the pile of skulls behind him began to shake. Then they saw a vine emerge from it and begin to expand and grow, turning into a towering black tree that symbolized death and misfortune almost instantly.

"Is this the Kabbalah Tree of Life?"

Ed, who was well-versed in the mysticism, suddenly changed his expression; he knew very well its origins.

That was the embodiment of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, a tree of life composed of Hebrew cryptic symbols and numbers, presented to the players in a tangible form.

"Someone actually knows about the Kabbalah Tree of Life? That's right, I made a deal with a god billions of light-years away behind the backs of the old guys on the Human Salvation Committee, and the deal was to keep all of humanity under house arrest."

"Control all of humanity? You madman, entrusting the fate of all humanity to a monster whose true nature is unknown?"

Although many in the Frankenstein League are madmen, even he felt a chill run down his spine at this shameless act of joking about the fate of all humanity.

"If the president were still here, he could at least stop this bastard."

Ed looked at Beelzebub beside him, but the other man was just sitting there quietly munching on his secret-recipe mini hamburger. Seemingly noticing Ed's gaze, he looked up at the towering ancient tree and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, from now on I can only guarantee your safe return to the real world after the mission fails. It's too late. Unless you make a deal with the dying offspring of the ancient god beneath the Sea of ​​Death, there is no hope of stopping it."

"This is a real-world projection of the Eye of the Celestial Bodies."

This towering tree is definitely not any kind of plant from the human world. Countless giant black vines intertwine and pile up, forming its trunk, branches, and even leaves. The players' souls seem to resonate with it in a strange way, and every vine is breathing, wriggling, and trembling.

Greedily absorbing everything around it, the trees withered, the flowers faded, and even everything around it changed color, as if the colors were being gradually erased, like an eraser wiping away all traces. The world turned gray and white, while the black trees continued to grow, nurturing some indescribable evil power.

Suddenly, countless round holes appeared on the tree trunk, and the holes were pitch black inside.

Countless blood-red eyeballs suddenly sprouted from the holes in the tree trunks, blinking their eyelids and looking at everyone.

The eyes of the flesh-and-blood creature, though devoid of any emotion, sent shivers down the player's spine, making them feel like prey being targeted by some gigantic creature—weak, helpless, and on the verge of being swallowed up by its endless greed.

A voice in their minds kept warning them: Don't look, don't look, don't look...

pat.

Some players with weak willpower turned into a pool of black liquid under the gaze of the eerie giant tree, leaving no trace of their bodies, disappearing one after another.

Only a small number of players who had not given up hope withstood the terrifying mental pollution, their faces turning pale.