It's time to become an evil god.

The other person didn't speak, but instead pressed his hands beneath the cast-iron mask and slowly removed it, revealing a gloomy, corpse-like face. Even more terrifying was the purplish-blue lividity covering his skin, making him appear like a talking corpse.

What the hell are these players?

Young Master Li was filled with horror at the players, but in the next instant, his throat was grabbed. Young Master Li tried to struggle, but the high priest in front of him lifted him up.

"Don't think that just because you have immense wealth in the real world, you can boss players around. Crushing an ordinary person is easier for us than killing a chicken."

"Cough cough."

Young Master Li's face turned a deep purplish-red as he desperately pounded on the other's wrist, but the High Priest held him firmly like an iron clamp, tightening his grip even further.

"enough."

A deep call came from behind, and the high priest released his grip and threw Young Master Li to the ground.

The old cult leader, emerging from the darkness, spoke wearily, waving his hand and saying, "Now is not the time for infighting. Let me explain the situation to everyone. Everyone here, including myself, has been surrounded by one person."

Surrounded by one person?

Everyone seemed to have heard a joke; could a single player really wipe out the army of an entire nation?

Ordinary people who have never experienced the cruelty of the player world are like ignorant ostriches, burying their heads in the sand, unaware that the outside world is already a Darwinian jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

"That's the truth. He alone could kill everyone present, and given a little more time, he could wipe South Korea off the map."

The truth revealed by the old cult leader cast a shadow of despair over everyone's hearts. The once peaceful hall erupted in chaos as the dignitaries pleaded with him.

"Old Master, please think of a solution!"

"Yes, you must have a way. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

“We donate so much money to charity every year, you will definitely save me, right?”

The people in the hall began to clamor, pleading for the old cult leader's protection. Seeing that the time was ripe, the old cult leader sighed in a mocking manner.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, but this method is extremely dangerous. Since we've cooperated before, I'll reluctantly help you this once."

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, their faces filled with the joy and relief of surviving a disaster. However, in the next instant, the white-haired chief prosecutor of the South Korean prosecutor's office, who was closest to the old cult leader, was thrown high into the air. After tracing an arc in mid-air, he landed on the ground with a thud, his joy before death frozen on his face.

The corpse stood still, blood gushing out like a fountain from the severed neck, instantly staining the clothes of everyone around it. Accompanied by the woman's scream, the people in the hall instantly panicked and scrambled backward.

One of them, looking at his hands covered in blood, said in a trembling voice, "What...what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? I've already said it, it's to help you."

The old cult leader took off his cloak, revealing his back covered with withered arms and his head encased in a glass dome, which terrified the cult leader.

"It is said that offering the blood of hundreds of people as a sacrifice can summon the ancient gods who are sealed away. The reason I haven't killed you all is for this moment. Now, it's your turn to offer your bodies to the gods."

The screams in the hall were incessant. The scene of the massacre of the South Korean chaebols was clearly recorded on the snow-white walls, and the sprayed blood stained the walls. After a while, the screams slowly subsided, and the hall was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and there was deathly silence.

The old cult leader pulled out a cursed seal strung together with an old hemp rope from his robes, threw it to the ground, and said to the high priest beside him, "Begin."

The high priest hesitated, "Doing this will affect your health..."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

The old cult leader said coldly, "This is the only way to kill a god or saint."

……

Seoul, South Korea, is in complete chaos. The once bustling streets are now eerily deserted and in a sorry state. Abandoned vehicles are parked everywhere, their headlights still flashing, and briefcases and bags are scattered on the ground.

Bai Ge stood on South Korean soil, looking up at the deserted city.

The facades of the towering skyscrapers are adorned with dazzling billboards, gleaming brightly in the night. These colorful billboards, layer upon layer, are densely packed together; some, unable to fit, rise higher and higher, suspended in mid-air like suspended city walls.

Occasionally, short, shrill screams could be heard in the distance, but soon silence returned.

"Looks like these guys have all gone into hiding."

Unable to detect any psionic fluctuations in the surroundings, Bai Ge didn't intend to waste time and instead took out the Holy Lance from his quest inventory.

It pierced fiercely into the ground beneath its feet.

He and the golden holy lance disappeared at the same time.

Finally, the gleaming Holy Lance appeared before a heavy iron door that looked like a doomsday bunker.

Bai Ge stood on the concrete ground, looking around at the ten-meter-high security gate, lost in thought.

"So they were hiding in such a secluded place. It seems these wealthy people had already prepared their escape tickets long ago."

As soon as Bai Ge reached out and touched the iron gate, the gate slowly opened from the inside out, and a pungent smell of blood wafted out, accompanied by a strong sense of resentment and terror.

It was as if an extremely terrifying beast was imprisoned inside.

Bai Ge subconsciously took a step back, his eyes warily fixed on the dark scene inside.

A figure vaguely appeared in the darkness, gradually approaching.

A blood-soaked man staggered out through the crack in the door. Upon seeing Bai Ge, he clung to him like a drowning man grasping at a straw, frantically reaching out and scratching, muttering, "Save me, please save me! The old cult leader has gone mad, he's turned into a monster..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the seemingly normal young man in front of him suddenly swelled and exploded, his lower body transforming into a writhing tentacle enveloped in thick black mist.

"Damn it."

The only survivor, Li Zhihao, knelt on the ground with a mournful face, saying in despair, "How come another monster appeared? Why am I so unlucky?"

"I am not a monster."

Bai Ge calmly said, "It's the god who sent you to the world of anime and manga."

Chapter 516 Finally Made It

Boom, boom.

A terrifying tremor came from the ground, as if some enormous beast was gradually revealing its ferocious face. The person lying on the ground showed a look of fear and unease, struggling desperately to crawl backward, while constantly muttering "demon".

A gigantic, writhing, dark figure slowly crawled out, revealing the old cult leader's head. However, that head no longer resembled a human; it was more like a bloated tumor, its features squeezed together like swollen, abscessed pustules, from which dark green, murky blood continuously oozed. The old cult leader opened his mouth, his tongue so swollen it almost blocked it, instantly conjuring up the nauseating term: the spectacle of a giant.

However, the old cult leader was now far more terrifying. What remained was a tentacle that had transformed into a vine, forcefully prying open a door weighing tens of tons. With a metallic scraping sound, the old cult leader, hidden deep in the darkness, finally revealed his true form. He was no longer recognizable as human; his entire body resembled a "mountain of flesh" filling most of a living room, his skin covered in festering pustules from which thick, green fluid continuously gushed. The only remaining part of the old cult leader's body swayed and crawled towards Bai Ge, his murky eyes filled with a fanatical light.

“I understand now, I understand everything. I’ve never been so clear-headed. Nothing matters anymore. The fate of humanity doesn’t matter. Everything will disappear, you and I will be the same.”

Bai Ge frowned. The old cult leader's appearance clearly indicated that he had been bewitched by some higher being, and had degenerated into a being of a familiar and offspring. No, he now resembled more of a god who had not yet fully materialized and awakened.

The abscesses on his body kept bursting open, and the flies that came at the smell of decay quickly swelled and transformed into enormous monsters. Moreover, the old cult leader's body continued to expand, and even the walls and beams of the underground hall developed fine cracks.

The cracks continued to spread, and the concrete on the ceiling collapsed, quickly burying the monster underground.

Through firsthand news footage broadcast by a television helicopter hovering over Seoul, people witnessed a sudden and massive earthquake. High-rise buildings swayed, billboards flickered, and once-smooth streets collapsed, creating a massive crater in Seoul's Gangnam district, resembling a meteorite impact.

In the very center of the crater, wriggling tentacles kept emerging, each covered with heavy pustules resembling bunches of grapes. These terrifying tentacles clung to the surrounding skyscrapers, using all their might to drag the main body out from beneath the crater's soil.

"What the hell is this thing?"

The South Korean leader, completely dumbfounded, knelt before the screen, knowing Seoul was doomed. Trembling, he picked up the walkie-talkie and cried out, "Kim Al-ji, come back immediately! Seoul, something terrible has happened in Seoul!"

Intelligence agencies worldwide instantly focused on Seoul, using reconnaissance satellites, drones, and even divination to observe the colossal structure that had suddenly appeared in the city. This behemoth was like a monstrous entity that constantly replicated and multiplied; in less than the time it takes to finish a cigarette, a nauseating black membrane had already covered most of the city.

Of course, no country or organization was willing to lend a helping hand. They were all watching Seoul, which was about to be destroyed by the ancient god, with schadenfreude, and began to constantly collect intelligence data. They did not miss any opportunity to make direct contact with the gods.

Click, click.

Faced with the enormous tentacles' exaggerated and tyrannical tearing force, the entire skyscraper was shattered, and broken glass poured down like a torrential rain before the building crashed to the ground.

"The method of having a god possess and descend is still too far-fetched, and the caster himself is completely unable to withstand the mutation."

Seeing the enormous monster on the screen, which had completely degenerated into a mindless creature that devoured everything on instinct, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

The monster released countless green miasma, causing the plants in the green belt to wither rapidly. Citizens who didn't have time to escape underwent mutations all over their bodies. One after another, nauseating, swollen blisters appeared on their skin, and within moments they could no longer maintain their human form, turning into disgusting blobs of flesh.

Seoul, which was originally brightly lit, suffered a massive power outage, and most of the bright city was plunged into darkness in the blink of an eye.

When Kim Eunji returned to Seoul, he stood frozen in place, completely unprepared for this scene. Looking at the enormous monster before him, the strongest fighter in South Korea, he bit his lip and uttered a single word softly.

"Swastika."

A black aura began to emanate from his entire body, his clothes turned into a misty black robe, and the flesh and blood on his arms and cheeks rapidly disappeared, turning him into a skin-and-bones skeleton.

He swung his scythe directly, slashing towards the monster. The sharp blade transformed into a gleaming crescent moon, cutting into the gigantic monster's body and instantly severing several tentacles. From the severed wounds, green, corrosive pus gushed forth like a waterfall. Jin Ezhi quickly dodged the filthy blood, standing atop the tower, his gaze fixed on the mountain-like monster before him.

He lacked wide-area AOE skills, making it impossible to inflict substantial damage. Furthermore, the other players were busy evacuating the trapped civilians in Seoul, leaving him with no teammates to coordinate with.

At the same time, the mouthparts at the very top of the mountain of flesh suddenly opened, and a man whose lower body had merged with the abscessed mountain of flesh emerged, making indistinct sounds from deep within his mouth.

"Let's...join...the glorious...evolution together..."

Just by opening his mouth, endless malice and the whispers of ancient gods flooded his mind. Even after undergoing significant mental enhancement, Jin Ezhi could only cover his mouth in agony.

A giant tentacle had already reached out in front of him and was about to fall heavily, but Jin Ezhi's muscles were tense all over his body, and he had even lost control of his body, so he couldn't even dodge.

The tentacles were about to reach him, but instead of attacking him, the huge tentacles fell heavily to the ground. The swollen tentacles turned grayish-white and withered away quickly.

Even the old cult leader, who had merged into one with the cult, was stunned for a moment. He tried to control the tentacles at the ends, but they seemed to have no reaction at all.

Bai Ge appeared behind Jin Ezhi, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Finally, we made it."

Chapter 517 Will You Become Stronger Without Spending Money?

Bai Ge's appearance even startled the giant monster that was originally a mountain of flesh, as if it felt some kind of inexplicable fear. Even the old cult leader, whose consciousness had been in a daze, instantly woke up and swept his gloomy gaze toward Bai Ge in front of him.

The old cult leader, who had forcibly possessed the ancient god, had now transformed into an enormous barnacle-like monster. However, the old cult leader discovered that he seemed unable to control those huge tentacles; they would only lift slightly before crashing to the ground, raising clouds of dust and smoke.

"How is this possible... What exactly did you do?"

The old cult leader felt his divine power rapidly draining away, as if someone were constantly drawing it from him through external forces. His swollen body gradually withered and emaciated, and he even felt a sense of fear and unease at being completely deprived.

"How is this possible? My divine power is constantly being lost."

Without the protection of the ancient god's power, the old cult leader's body withered away, transforming from a giant monster two or three people tall back into a thin, frail old man. His entire body was extremely dehydrated, so thin that only a thin layer of skin covered his bones.

"Cough cough cough, what exactly did you do?"

The unwilling old cult leader roared, "Why is this happening?"

"I just conducted a small experiment."

Bai Ge raised both hands, making a gesture of countless tiny dots, and said, "You're not an ancient mythical creature. There's a limit to how a human body can control the power of an ancient god. You can't sense the nerve feedback between your limbs and tentacles in time, so you didn't notice me constantly drawing massive amounts of divine power from deep underground. It's a pity. If it were any other god or saint, properly using this massive amount of divine power would be enough to severely injure me to the point of death. It's just a pity that this power is like an amateur who doesn't know swordsmanship holding a famous sword but can't unleash its full potential."

"What……"

A gigantic tentacle tore through the concrete of the road and emerged from the depths of the earth. The tentacle was already withered and thin, and its end was even covered with countless jellyfish-like tentacles, which were firmly coiled on it. They were like blood-sucking mosquitoes, constantly drawing nutrients and continuously transferring dense divine power to Bai Ge.