It's time to become an evil god.

However, these were just minor incidents. The most significant event was a major conference of a large-scale player organization held in Europe.

Led by several major organizations, including the Frankenstein Alliance, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the High Towers Magical Society, and the Unbreakable Alliance, a European player alliance community will be established.

Many astute high-level figures have already sensed the harbingers of a major global transformation, and leaders from various countries are actively working to bring this meeting together in order to ensure the continued survival and reproduction of all humanity. Even Britain and France, who have been bitter enemies for centuries and whose enmity may continue, have shaken hands and moved to the negotiating table.

Neuschwanstein Castle, Bavaria, Germany.

This is the headquarters of the Frankenstein Alliance.

There were ten minutes left before the meeting was scheduled to begin.

The Faust in the mirror had long, neatly combed brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a rather thin, angular face. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had no beard, making him look both young and enigmatic, with a sense of experience.

Standing to the side was the respectful Vice President, Ed.

The Frankenstein Alliance is a player alliance based on forbidden knowledge. Unlike the Miskatonic University Library Association, they advocate actively contacting certain unspeakable beings to obtain forbidden knowledge from them. Many members are scientists who disregard ethical taboos; even given a pile of ancient god remains, they can conjure up a mechanical ancient god.

Despite the Frankenstein Alliance's notorious reputation in Europe, even rivaling the ancient Rose Cross Society and the previously wiped-out Choir, the Frankenstein Alliance's public face has always been Ed. Faust, as the chairman, seems to have always played the role of a mascot. However, his information remains the greatest mystery among the major organizations; perhaps only the vice-chairman knows his secrets.

"Let's go, don't keep the guests waiting."

Faust casually pushed open the door and walked into the depths of the corridor. This meeting was held at Neuschwanstein Castle, surrounded by magic circles set up by dozens of mages to prevent interaction with the world. No matter what they discussed in the meeting room inside the castle, other players could not detect it using any items.

The president's side also wanted to join the meeting, but was directly rejected due to his unstable status.

In the quiet, deserted old conference room, the crystal chandelier hanging overhead emitted a dazzling light.

He appeared at the head of the long bronze table, holding a thin glove that looked like it was made of human skin. He leaned back in his chair and glanced at the other conference tables.

King Arthur, Joan of Arc, Mr. John Wick, Joseph, Yuri, Napoleon, Dumbledore

Huh? Aleister was absent from the meeting?

It seems he encountered considerable trouble in the trial instance.

Faust remained silent, and Ed spoke on his behalf, saying, "I presume we have already discussed the purpose of inviting you all here today. Now, it concerns the life and death of humanity. This is not the time for us to continue our infighting. The newly established alliance will become the last bulwark to protect human civilization."

"Yes."

Joan of Arc rested her chin on her hand, pursed her lips, and said, "That's true, and I understand the logic, but why should we sit down with the British and pretend to discuss the life, death, and future of humanity?"

King Arthur's lips twitched. The assassination attempt in the dungeon hadn't even been settled yet, and now she dared to turn around and bite? A disdainful smile appeared on her lips as she coldly mocked, "What? Do you think we want to sit with a country bumpkin like you?"

Joan of Arc retorted, "Who are you calling a country bumpkin? You ninety-year-old flat-chested old hag!"

"What did you say? Say it again if you dare!"

"...That's enough."

Yuri released a mental wave, and the two of them seemed to be doused with cold water, instantly calming down.

"Although I know some of my words are inappropriate, I care more about the survival of humanity than about conquering Europe. Humanity has been complacent for hundreds of years, developing technology and exploring the universe, but we never imagined that the tiny bit of ridiculous pride we had built up by chance would be utterly insignificant in the face of those things."

"At least we've confirmed one thing now: since there are superior beings in the parallel copy worlds, there probably are in the base world as well, except that we're in a worse situation because we don't have Miscatornick University in Massachusetts."

Ed adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "The only person who might know all the spells right now is a player named Bai Ze. I hope we can win him over."

I have no objection to establishing it.

Joseph nodded and said, "After all, I know which is more important, the struggle for the survival of humanity or the form of consciousness."

"There's no problem with forming an alliance, but it means that none of us want to see infighting in the upcoming dungeons."

Mr. John Wick nodded, fiddling with the gold coins in his hand, and said, “Without this guarantee, the so-called Great Alliance would be nothing more than another alliance that collapses on its own. Only a sufficiently respected alliance chairman can convince everyone. The strength of those present is obvious to all, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to win over each other.”

"If you don't mind, I'll be the first chairman of the alliance."

Faust, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke, and all eyes in the room turned to him.

Headmaster Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You? What makes you think you can?"

"Of course, it's based on this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Headmaster Dumbledore's expression changed drastically. He stood up instantly as if facing a formidable enemy, took several steps back, and looked behind him with trepidation.

The others' expressions also changed drastically, because they saw an infant floating in mid-air behind Faust, still in a curled-up position. It was wrapped in a transparent cocoon, maintaining the state before birth. The only thing that was creepy was that the infant had no face, and the ends of its limbs were divided into mycelium-like branches. From time to time, the fetal movements brought out waves of mental ripples that spread continuously.

The staff slammed heavily into the ground. Even the well-informed Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't calm the turmoil within him at this sight. "An egg of an ancient god? You actually possess such a dangerous thing? Could it be that you also have a broken umbilical cord?"

The expressions on everyone's faces varied.

There was envy, fear, and jealousy.

"Weren't you all curious about my trump card?"

Faust did not answer his question directly, but instead said with a smile, "Now you see."

Chapter 210 The Dreamland God and the Dream Eater

Chen An and a few friends have been hiding in the Folklore Research Association these past few days, afraid to step out, lest they be discovered by the followers of the Lord of the Oneness of All Things. Although they are not dead, they are about to suffer from nervous breakdown. Can you imagine waking up in the middle of the night to find a little girl in a red dress standing in front of you with a dead, ashen face, trying to drag you out of bed to play King of Glory with a five-man team? She single-handedly drops several ranks and you can't complain.

After all, there was a large vermilion coffin next to his bed, and often in the middle of the night, young ladies dressed in red would climb out of it, holding colorful lanterns similar to those used by Geng, and dance around the funeral hall, even inviting Chen An and a few others to join them.

There's also the old TV in the living room that suddenly lights up in the middle of the night with a static-filled screen. Once it starts playing a horror movie, the living room is filled with ghosts clutching popcorn, melon seeds, and soda, but they all treat it like a midnight romance movie.

I opened the refrigerator to get a drink of water, only to find a talking dead man's head inside. When I went to the toilet, a hand would reach out from the toilet bowl and ask if I wanted toilet paper.

At first, she wasn't used to it, but later Chen An was able to calmly soak in a bathtub full of what looked like blood and dead people's hair while sighing that the guy in a suit, wearing a monocle and with a mustache hanging under the street lamp really looked like a capitalist selling nooses.

However, their wait was not in vain, and Bai Ge finally returned.

After Bai Ge returned, the Folklore Research Association didn't cause any more trouble. Every day, there were only the endless bickering between the little girl with animal ears and the girl in a kimono, and the mysterious paper effigy always buried in its work, drawing strange symbols and doing who-knows-what.

Bai Ge gathered everyone together, and what he said next completely surprised Chen An and his group.

"I've figured out the level of the 'All Things Return to One' sect. I'll go over tomorrow and wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Chen An's hand trembled with fright, and she asked cautiously, "A whole pot... wipe it out? No, Master, shouldn't we collect evidence and call the police when something like this happens?"

Bai Ge frowned, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Police officers are very busy. Don't bother them all the time. It's best to handle these kinds of problems yourself."

"……Oh."

Although he didn't know what gave the other person the confidence to say those words, he could only swallow hard and nod in agreement. However, Chen An immediately regretted it.

Bai Ge patted his shoulder, glanced at the others, and said, "Also, I'll leave the task of being the bait to you guys."

"Wait, are we also responsible for being the bait?"

Hearing this, Chen An's face changed drastically with fright, and she asked in a weak voice, "Won't it be life-threatening to be used as bait?"

"Will not."

Bai Ge said seriously, "I guarantee that the last living person who used bait to lure monsters is now just locked up in a mental hospital."

Isn't being locked up in a mental hospital a serious problem?

This is seriously serious, you know.

Chen An was so frightened that she took a step back, and all sorts of thoughts popped into her mind.

Should we just run away?

Where do the followers of the Lord of Oneness usually operate?

Bai Ge patted the other person's shoulder in a friendly manner, "Don't be shy, we'll take them all down in one fell swoop anyway."

……

The dark basement reeked of decay and was covered with symbols written in blood, giving it an eerie and sinister feel. In the very center of the basement, a white cloth covered with bloody handprints suddenly fell down, revealing a mirror surrounded by white bone skulls. The center of the mirror was completely dark and could not reflect anything.

Suddenly, shocking blood seeped from the dark mirror, followed by the slow emergence of a human figure. As the figure became clearer, the image of the Lord of All Things, the Holy Lord, slowly appeared before them, finally stepping out of the dark mirror. Looking at his own hands in confusion, he frowned and muttered to himself, "Could it be that I died in the previous trial?"

He turned his head and looked at the pitch-black mirror behind him. This was an item he had obtained during a test of courage. There were six players who entered the abandoned school for the test of courage, and he was the only one who survived. Anyone who leaves an imprint in the Mirror of Death will be resurrected here after death, and will even retain their player identity. The price for resurrection is less than a year of lifespan remaining.

However, for some players who possess rare life-sucking items and soul rebirth skills, this item becomes a trump card that can save their lives. The only drawback is that this mirror often inexplicably encounters some terrifying curses and is classified as one of the most ominous collections of the Holy Lord.

"It's a pity that I only have the memory of looking in the mirror before participating in the trial mission, and I don't remember anything else. Damn it, who killed me?"

At this point, the Holy Lord lost his mission items and skills, and everything started from scratch again. Fortunately, the physical talent points he had previously gained were still retained, preventing him from reverting to the physique of an ordinary person.

Although the Church of All Things Returns to One is small, it is complete in every way and has a considerable collection of items. Soon, he will be able to regain the strength of a near-top-tier player.

The Holy Lord pushed open the basement door, and all the members stood obediently in place, waiting for his arrival.

To ordinary believers, the Holy Lord is like an immortal god.

For some players and believers, the urgent need is to obtain powerful strength from the Holy Lord, even if this power might lead them to corruption and depravity.

A secret rumor circulating in a small circle suggests that the Holy Lord may possess the remains of a deceased, lower-level independent race.

"Our church needs to expand its ranks with fresh blood and recruit more new believers. We can start preparing for the next round of the death selection competition."

Everyone else nodded silently, and the priest announced that the death selection competition had begun.

The Holy Lord silently closed his eyes, a look of exhaustion appearing on his face. His body was rapidly aging and deteriorating, and he needed to consume the blood of the Old Gods, a lower-ranking servant, to alleviate the symptoms before it could worsen.

The Holy Lord forced open his heavy eyelids and said softly, "Also, we must find the few sacrifices who escaped before. They are the best living sacrifices to serve the evil god. Please keep a low profile. That's all."

The Lord stood up, maintaining a calm expression, and, supported by his attendants, walked toward the secret prayer room.

He has more important things to do.

Go and meet the illusory god of the dream realm who only appears in dreams.

Dream-eating tapir.

Chapter 211 Is your room clean?

I promised to update last night, but I fell asleep.

When the Holy Lord opened his eyes again, he found himself on a clear lake. Above him, a huge, bright full moon shone on the water, creating shimmering waves. In the very center of the lake lay an enormous spider-like monster with countless eerie eyes on its abdomen. It seemed to have been dead for a long time, but it floated quietly on the lake, motionless.

The spider's body was covered with needle-like extraction devices, and the blood of the ancient god was being continuously drawn out, filling transparent glass jars, some of which were already overflowing, leaving a small, spreading bloodstain on the lake's surface.

"You've arrived."

The Dream Eater slowly emerged from behind the spider monster, staring at the Holy Lord before it, and asked in a low voice, "Where is what I asked for?"

"I'm sorry, I'm incapable."

The usually arrogant Holy Lord now appeared humble and fearful, saying, "I died in the trial mission and did not obtain the fruit of the Kabbalah Tree of Life."

"What? You're dead?"