It's time to become an evil god.

The old cult leader had nowhere to hide or conceal himself, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and face the challenge head-on.

"Today is just a warning. You and the Outer Gods you're colluding with will die together."

……

In the basement of the Holy Central Group Church headquarters, high-level player members and guards from all the church leaders in South Korea gathered to protect the safety of the old leader.

The surrounding area was surrounded by layers of barriers, and the entire church was even teleported to a huge, undetectable necromantic tomb.

Ghouls, vengeful spirits, urban legends, demons, and all sorts of summoned spirit creatures roam the outermost layer.

The old cult leader did not actually appear in Xu City, but instead used a secret puppet that was a substitute for his soul. His real body was stored deep within the most secluded part of the church and was heavily guarded.

A bathtub lay flat on the high platform, and the old cult leader lay in it, wearing a brain controller made of hollow metal. His body was covered with various tubes, and most of his body was submerged in murky liquid. His eyes were closed, and only his heart was still beating.

Suddenly, the old cult leader, who had been looking serene, abruptly opened his eyes. He seemed to have been struck by something, and sat up abruptly from the bathtub in terror. He took the breathing bag out of his mouth and coughed desperately, his eyes filled with fear as he clutched the high priest's robes tightly.

The high priest hurriedly sent people over to calm the old cult leader down, a sense of foreboding flashing through his mind.

"Go back, bring Mikami back!"

"That guy... is someone we can't afford to mess with!"

The High Priest had witnessed countless terrifying scenes, but he had never seen the old cult leader so frightened that he was incoherent. He wanted to get information about Bai Ge from the old cult leader, but the old cult leader struggled to get up from the ground and walked towards the door without regard for anything else, muttering incantations.

There's only one way...

"I will use myself as the medium to bring forth the Outer Gods."

……

Tick, tick.

Wen Liang clutched the wound on her shoulder, her brow furrowed slightly, her bow nock falling limply to her side. She could only draw her katana to face the mysterious intruder before her. Her boundless summoning magic seemed utterly ineffective against the monster summoned by the man; he maintained an indifferent expression, saying, "Originally, I didn't intend to deal with the Special Affairs Bureau, but if you insist on stopping me, I'm sorry, then you'll just have to die."

Mikami sighed softly and said, "Originally, you could have pretended nothing happened and let me pass by. Since you insist on blocking my way, then there is no other way but for me to make you all disappear together."

No, you're wrong.

A grim smile forced onto Wenliang's face as she tugged at the wound on her shoulder, gasping for breath to ease the pain.

"Everything we're doing is stalling for time until that guy comes."

Mikami shook his head, and the ancestor behind him slowly stood up. One after another, dark green ghost flames emerged from the darkness, each of them seemingly containing something.

Mikami said confidently, "You mean player Bai Ze? Unfortunately, he'll never appear again. This was originally a trap set for him. The trap was in effect the moment he stepped into the alley, and now he's probably..."

A trap targeting gods and saints? These Korean bastards are really crazy.

Wuxian's gaze swept over his fallen teammates. Fires were raging across Xushi, leaving no time for reinforcements. The only option now was to retreat...

Wen Liang's furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, a smug smile appeared on his lips, and he let out a soft sigh of relief.

Mikami, somewhat confused, asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Liang pointed behind Mikami Ino and said, "You're doomed, he's here."

Mikami didn't turn around, but instead sneered and asked, "Do you think you can fool me with such a small trick?"

However, the next moment, a hand suddenly patted Mikami's shoulder, accompanied by a soft call in his ear.

"Sir, Sakura in our hometown is glowing. Aren't you going back to see it?"

Chapter 512 I Just Want You to Become Light

Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!

Mikami turned around abruptly, but Bai Ge stood behind him as if nothing had happened, grinning at him and asking, "What's wrong?"

"impossible."

Mikami suddenly flashed to the side, warily watching the man in front of him, who appeared behind him without warning.

What happened to the protective barrier my adoptive father set up at the alley entrance? What happened to those terrifying vengeful spirits? Why have they all disappeared?

Seemingly noticing the other person's uneasy state, Bai Ge gestured and kindly explained, "You mean that old geezer with many withered arms on his back? He abandoned you and ran away. But it's okay, I've already installed a tracking anchor on him. It's alright, he'll be next."

Upon hearing these words, Mikami knew that he was doomed this time. The ancestor kneeling behind him stretched out his withered bones and pointed them at Bai Ge in front of him. One of the ghostly flames transformed into a burning human skin lantern, on which appeared a lampshade made of human face skin, with the human skin showing a painful expression.

"Although I don't know how you escaped from my godfather, you won't have another chance. It may be a bit troublesome, but at least I'll finish you off right here."

The light inside the lampshade instantly spread, transforming from scattered spots of light into a raging inferno. Black flames suddenly erupted from its body, spreading in all directions. Mikami intended to ignite everything around him, creating a large-scale fire.

The flames emanating from the lanterns are an inextinguishable fire of Kagutsuchi, and the raging flames are rapidly spreading outwards.

However, the flames that had been spreading suddenly vanished without a trace.

"How is this possible...? What on earth happened?"

In that instant, Mikami's body trembled strangely and froze on the spot. To his astonishment, he discovered that his left hand was disappearing centimeter by centimeter, and the disappearance was spreading rapidly upwards, unstoppable.

Her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at the man standing opposite her again. Her pupils were deep and dark, as if they contained a pure darkness without light.

"Make matter disappear directly? How is that possible? No one can do that."

Most of Mikami's arm disappeared, as if it had never existed, like a sketch that had been quietly erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.

"So now you see."

Mikami's final gaze was filled with fear and despair. The spot where he had been standing was empty, as if no one had ever stood there before.

Mikami recovered from his daze, only to find himself in a state of panic as he stood on a bustling street. Around him were girls in kimonos and silent officers in uniforms, chatting and laughing as they walked down the street. Most of the buildings around him were wooden, and in the distance, he could see several huge chimneys belching thick black smoke.

He suddenly had the illusion of traveling back to the pre-war period.

Is this an illusion?

wrong.

Hallucinations can't be this real!

Mikami shook his head, denying the thoughts deep in his heart. Ordinary illusions only work in narrow spaces, but at this moment, the details of an entire city made him involuntarily feel a sense of doubt.

Could it be that he really time-traveled?

Mikami looked up as natural light shone down, tinging the clouds in the sky with a thin, pale yellow hue, and making the sun appear pale and dim.

"How is it, sir? Do you find the Sakura from your hometown to be nice?"

Bai Ge, who appeared out of nowhere, reappeared behind him. Mikami turned around and asked, both surprised and angry, "It's you."

On second thought, Mikami Ino realized what was going on and said with a cold laugh, "Did you think you could control the urban legends after taking me away from Xushi? Impossible. Those evil spirits are out of control now that they've been released. And don't even think about killing me so easily."

The skeleton ancestor dressed in a white hunting robe behind Mikami stood up and slowly opened his folding fan.

“I never intended for you to die so easily after the crimes you committed in Xushi.”

Bai Ge surveyed the bustling urban scene around him, coughed lightly, and slowly said, "This is a gap in time and history. We are in the airspace above Hiroshima on August 6, 1945, and all we have to do now is wait."

"Why does this scene look so familiar?"

Mikami asked, somewhat confused, "Wait? Wait for what?"

Bai Ge stretched out a hand, pointed to a tiny black dot in the sky, and explained softly, "Waiting for the little boy who will fall from the sky."

"What? A little boy would fall from the sky..."

Mikami seemed to realize what was about to happen, his expression changed drastically, and he tried to turn and run away. However, a blinding white light silently burst forth from above, and in an instant, a powerful shockwave swept away the people and buildings on the ground in a fan-shaped pattern, turning them into a deathly ruin.

Instead of instantly vaporizing, Mikami, the player, felt an unbearable burning pain on his skin and was unable to use items or skills to resist the damage from the atomic bomb explosion.

The surrounding houses and trees were set ablaze. He watched as his own body charred and blackened, collapsing to the ground in excruciating pain. His fragile eyeballs and tongue tissue evaporated instantly, eventually turning him into a lump of charcoal and dying a torturous death.

However, when Mikami opened his eyes again, he found himself still standing on that bustling street. He quickly touched his chest and breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that he was not dead.

"How was the nuclear explosion experience? Was it exciting?"

Mikami turned his head and saw Shiro giving him a harmless smile.

The light emanating from the floating ancestor behind them gradually dimmed, as if the shockwave from the nuclear explosion had caused considerable damage to it.

"It's alright. You will experience the moment of a nuclear explosion several more times, but this is a gap in historical time. Unless you use some kind of causal item to forcibly erase this time, you will be trapped in this time loop and suffer the torment of nuclear explosion damage."

"What exactly do you want? To keep torturing me?"

Mikami panicked completely. Although he possessed immortality, resurrection came at a price. Exceeding the limit would mean eternal death. He looked up; the small silhouette of the bomber was approaching. In his panic, he hurriedly explained, "I can dispel the gates of evil spirits and banish all urban legends in Xu City! Just spare my life!"

"No, how could such cruel behavior exist in the wonderful world of anime?"

Bai Ge patted his shoulder and comforted him, saying, "I just want you to become light."

Chapter 513 Of course, the chaebols will have to pay the price!

A terrifying thick fog enveloped most of Xu City, and wherever the fog passed, the citizens of Xu City vanished one after another as if they had evaporated into thin air, leaving only a set of clothes scattered on the ground. The once bustling shopping mall disappeared in an instant, leaving only an empty pile of clothes.

Not only ordinary people, but even members of the Special Affairs Bureau equipped with electromagnetic field stabilization devices could not hold out for long after stepping into the white fog. In the end, only a pile of devices damaged by electromagnetic interference remained.

The players looked at the flickering lights in the dimly lit mall and exchanged bewildered glances.

A nameless fear gripped the hearts of all the players. Although they had experienced all sorts of bizarre ghost stories in some supernatural and terrifying dungeons, they were all completely baffled by this large-scale mysterious disappearance.

The mall was littered with discarded clothes and backpacks. The players from the Special Affairs Bureau didn't rush in. Instead, they set up many detectors to detect malevolent thoughts and psionic energy. Only after confirming that there was no danger invisible to the naked eye did they muster their courage and cautiously take a step forward.

"call."

He quietly informed the captain outside via walkie-talkie, "Mr. Chainsaw, no target found inside the mall."

"what?"

The chainsaw-wielding man was incredulous. The sound of his leather shoes echoed in the vast, empty shopping mall. He turned his arms and walked to the first-floor lobby, frowning at the deserted environment.

"All the ritual and divination results are displayed in the mall, but there is no legendary vengeful ghost or the victim's corpse. Something's not right."

The chainsaw man seemed to understand something. He took out a candlestick made from a dead man's withered arm from his pocket. It was made by putting copper rust, saltpeter, salt, and long pepper powder in a pottery jar and then drying it in the sun. It was called the "Hand of Honor".

Although it is not lethal, once lit, it reveals the essence of paranormal phenomena. The chainsaw man lit all five fingers of his withered arm in one go, and the fingertips emitted a ghostly green flame like a candle wick, burning slowly.

The space illuminated by the Hand of Honor rapidly turned black and decayed, as if corroded by mold. The light continued to spread and brighten, and the chainsaw man's expression gradually changed as he witnessed the scene before him.

pat.

A drop of yellowish-brown liquid fell onto his sleeve. The chainsaw-wielding man shielded the flames burning on his honor hand and glanced at it closely.

It is transparent, slightly yellow, more viscous than water, and has a highly rotten, nauseating odor.