It's time to become an evil god.

Chapter 524 The Shadow Symbolizing Death

The entire villa was deathly silent, and Vice President William didn't even dare to call for help. He was certain that the moment Doraemon appeared at the door, the player bodyguards deployed around the villa had probably been sent to chat with God.

Vice President William swallowed hard, his forehead beaded with sweat. Bathed in the crystalline, eerie green light, it seemed as if a terrifying and monstrous ancient god's kin had appeared before him.

Doraemon reached into his four-dimensional pocket again and rummaged around for a bit. The vice president was already trembling with fear, his lips twitching. As someone who was somewhat in the know, he had heard the terrifying legends about Doraemon. Doraemon, SpongeBob SquarePants, and Rick and Morty were widely considered the most dangerous children's horror franchises.

Not only does the game present its plot in a distorted way, but what's even more terrifying is that the props and storyline completely disregard any logic or cause and effect.

Previously, the Evolution Games forum had also summarized that the death rate and elimination rate of children's horror-type dungeon team missions were alarmingly high, and the survivors who survived the ordeal chose to remain silent about it.

These seemingly harmless cartoon characters are just as intimidating to players as an ancient god covered in tentacles and eyeballs.

In that instant, William felt the terror of the two-dimensional world. He even thought about pulling out a pistol from the drawer, pressing it against his chin, and giving himself a quick death.

However, he was trembling uncontrollably, his stiff and shaking body unable to be controlled. He gritted his teeth and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Have you heard of Geng the Handmade?

"We have handmade torture instruments with the Geng Lian brand here, oh no, I misspoke, props."

After saying that, Doraemon took out a gadget that looked like a pair of pliers from his pocket, which was covered in mottled blood.

When Vice President William saw the pliers, his scalp tingled with fear. He didn't care what the pliers had been through before, and mustered his courage to ask, "What... what are you trying to do?"

Doraemon revealed a sinister smile, staring intently at the other person, and said softly, "Tonight, I, Doraemon, am going to cut off your bud!"

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Vice President William was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. He scrambled backward, crawling behind a table and chair, hiding in a corner and trembling. He stammered, "I... I've already cut it off!"

Doraemon paused for a moment, then sneered and said, "It's fine, then I'll just cut you off completely."

This is worse than just cutting off the bud skin!

Vice President William turned pale with fright and hurriedly tried to stop him, saying, "I... I'm willing to tell you all the information I know about the organization, just please spare my life."

Doraemon paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the other person. William, thinking the other person didn't believe him, quickly explained, "Really, as long as you let me go, I'll tell you all the information right away."

Doraemon stopped in his tracks, a fierce internal struggle raging within him. As an ordinary person facing a player so powerful that they disregarded all worldly laws, honesty was the only way out.

He would rather die a quick death than suffer endless torment.

Doraemon responded, "If you're willing to tell me everything you've been instructed to do, I'll spare your life."

"Our organization's headquarters is hidden in an ancient castle in Plymouth, and the castle's perimeter is equipped with a large number of reconnaissance tools. In addition, we have captured a large number of otherworldly creatures from the Skellige Islands and Toussaint Park. Even the first-tier players cannot force their way in immediately. Furthermore, there is a teleportation array inside the castle. Once an external intrusion is detected, the Skull and Bones Society will use the array to teleport away."

"Thank you for providing the information."

After listening, Doraemon tipped his hat to Vice President William in respect. He fiddled with the pliers in his hand, approaching step by step, and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you leave peacefully. Do you have any last words?"

Vice President William felt his mind go blank for a moment, and he stood there stunned until the shadow of death loomed over him. Then, he roared in anger and despair, "Didn't you say you would let me go after I confessed everything? Why did you break your promise?"

"Yes."

Doraemon opened the door, and a husky was squatting at the doorway, sticking out its tongue and staring blankly at its owner.

Doraemon explained, "I only said I'd spare your life, not that I'd actually spare your life."

Vice President William stood there stunned, and after a moment of silence, muttered to himself, "You really are a dog."

……

Nestled deep within a secluded valley in Plymouth lies an 18th-century castle, shrouded in a perpetual white mist. For the past six months, rumors of a monster have circulated in the town of Plymouth; many explorers and villagers who ventured into the valley have mysteriously disappeared, and the police, after a fruitless search, have hastily closed the case.

The bulletin board of the remote and desolate town was covered with all kinds of missing person notices, and the yellowed notices were soaked by the rain.

The night was pitch black with rain falling, with only the streetlights casting a faint glow, and the whole town was shrouded in the sound of pattering rain.

The dark figure carrying an umbrella walked on the street, standing out conspicuously.

All the surrounding shops were closed, and even the town's only supermarket and coffee shop were pitch black.

The entire town seemed to be under some terrible curse.

Bob, a sanitation worker, was emptying trash cans late at night, cursing the damn weather as he dumped the foul-smelling garbage into his truck. The cold rain lashed against him, making him feel chilly.

The town shrouded in the rainy night exuded an eerie atmosphere.

A figure with an umbrella appeared out of nowhere on the deserted street. He paused, noticing that the person didn't seem to be a resident of the town. Out of kindness, the sanitation worker Bob called out, "Hey sir, if you don't have anything else to do, you'd better get out of this godforsaken place."

The other person stopped and turned to look at Bob.

It was an Asian face he'd never seen before. The janitor, Bob, paused, scratched his head, and explained, "There have been several disappearances in this small town. If there's nothing else, you'd better get out of this godforsaken place."

However, the other person seemed not to hear him and continued walking forward on their own.

“Hey sir, I’m serious, you…”

Bob stood on the street and shouted at the top of his lungs, but the next moment he froze. After rubbing his eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The icy rain poured down his neck, and he involuntarily shivered. His pupils contracted sharply, and fear filled his pale face. He dropped the trash can in his hand and ran wildly in the opposite direction.

Under the dim light of the streetlights, he could clearly see that what was under the mysterious Asian youth's feet was not a human figure, but a mass of wildly writhing black tentacles!

Chapter 525 A Red Ghost

Walking through the town of Plymouth, Bai Ge stood under a dark umbrella, carefully and cautiously observing the old city. An indescribable stench of decay permeated the dark, unlit alleyways, and the quiet town exuded an unusual atmosphere. A signpost at a three-way intersection attracted curious glances.

With the aid of divine power, Bai Ge explored the entire area. There was no trace of the castle deep within Whispering Hills of Plymouth, but the high frequency of missing persons cases over the past six months was an undeniable fact. There must be some clues hidden within the police station where previous searches had yielded no results.

Bai Ge walked towards the police station. The uneven road surface was full of potholes and puddles. Looking down, he could only see a dark and blurry figure in the puddles, like a misty ink painting, impossible to make out clearly.

"The Skull and Bones members must have used some kind of device to shield and isolate exploration, and the missing climbers triggered a key point guarding the castle, which led to their disappearance. They must have noticed some clues, which means that although the castle can isolate information perception and transmission, there are still some small loopholes."

Bai Ge stood at the entrance of the police station, where it was deathly silent.

The entire population of the town seemed to have vanished overnight, leaving no trace. Bai Ge stepped into the dark police station and smelled an unusual odor in the damp air.

"Something's strange inside the police station."

The empty hall was deserted, the coffee on the table was still steaming, but the duty office was deathly silent.

Bai Ge noticed a series of muddy footprints on the clean floor, stretching deep into the corridor. Following the footprints, Bai Ge felt a strange stench of formaldehyde and rotting flesh permeating the corridor. Every few steps, a rickety corridor light hung from the ceiling. As he continued deeper, frost began to form on the glass on both sides of the corridor, and the temperature in the entire police station plummeted.

The muddy footprints led to the corner of the corridor, and a rustling sound reached Bai Ge's ears, like something chewing or eating. Peeking half a head out from around the corner, the scene at the other end was somewhat eerie and unsettling.

The walls were covered in splattered blood, along with gruesome handprints and fingernail scratches. Scattered shell casings and clearly visible bullet holes on the floor indicated a fierce battle had taken place in the corridor, all pointing to the repulsive, eerie figure crouching on the floor under the corridor lamp.

A monster, seemingly pieced together from human limbs and a head, stood before them, its back piled high with the corpses of police officers. Arms sewn onto the torso haphazardly grabbed severed limbs and shoved them into its mouth—the monster had no head, but instead possessed a suction cup-like mouthpart on its abdomen, spiraled with sharp, serrated teeth that were swallowing the victims' torsos whole.

Click, click.

Fresh blood dripped continuously onto the ground, forming a pool of blood, while the pieced-together monster, like a moving anemone, used its tentacle-like severed limbs to constantly search for food.

"I'm sorry, if this guy hadn't been getting increasingly hungry lately, I wouldn't have brought him out of the castle's basement to the town to look for food. After all, the risk of doing so is too great, and if we're not careful, we could easily be discovered by those righteous wizards at Hogwarts."

Bai Ge turned his head, and a middle-aged man with a thick beard, wearing a sharp black suit, appeared in front of him. His face was covered with various obscure Latin and cuneiform characters tattooed on it.

He very gentlemanly handed Bai Ge a business card, bowed, and said, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Claymir, and I am a necromancer player. If anyone in your family has unfortunately passed away, I can perform a summoning and resurrection ritual for you. Of course, my fees are quite high."

Suddenly, Claymir changed the subject and asked, "But judging from your calm demeanor when you saw this monster, you're also a player, right?"

The necromancer Claymir was not the stereotypical sinister, cold, and gaunt figure; instead, he resembled a polite English gentleman, though his eyes revealed an undisguised malice.

Bai Ge stared at him calmly, without any expression.

"While I don't know if you're on a dungeon quest or a daily quest, I regret to inform you that you've come to the wrong place. This town is not off-limits. I've dealt with some arrogant people like you before..."

Before the necromancer could finish speaking, the upper body of the pieced-together monster behind him suddenly exploded, severed limbs and mangled parts flying onto the wall, leaving gruesome streaks of blood. The pieced-together monster was left standing on its feet, its death a horrific sight.

The necromancer was stunned. He hadn't even seen how the other party had made a move, and this pieced-together monster was a life form created by consuming a high-level necromancer skill scroll.

"Death's Call..."

The necromancer immediately began chanting the incantation, but Bai Ge was even faster, and before he could finish the second half of his sentence, he was stopped by the thunder.

The other party remained standing still.

Although the necromancer was unable to move, his mind was rapidly analyzing the current situation and devising countermeasures.

"Could it be an illusion? No, if it were an illusion, I would have been able to detect the subtle changes beforehand. It's not telekinesis either; I can't sense any fluctuations of mental power from him at all. Damn it, what did he do?"

The necromancer's gaze moved downwards, and when he saw the shadow beneath Bai Ge's feet, he froze on the spot. It was no longer a human shadow, but more like a constantly writhing tentacle, and even a blood-red eye opened from within the shadow, its terrifying gaze locked firmly on him.

This terrifying sense of oppression is something that absolutely no other life form on Earth possesses.

That was a condescending, cold gaze, devoid of any feeling for human civilization.

Clang.

The windows on both sides of the corridor were shattered, shards scattered throughout the corridor, and the overhead lights flickered incessantly, Bai Ge's figure shifting back and forth between darkness and light. For a few seconds, Claymir didn't even see a person, but a colossal creature about to devour him.

His instinctive, subconscious urge to cry for help surged within him, a cocoon of despair and terror binding his heart. He forced out a single sentence through clenched teeth, "What the hell are you?"

"I?"

Bai Ge finally spoke, saying casually, "You can imagine me as a red phantom wandering the European continent."

Chapter 526 You are the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult!

Clement has always considered himself a madman comparable to the Joker. Originally just a high school teacher obsessed with the occult, he unexpectedly gained the status of a player and discovered that the black magic and curses recorded on the parchment in his collection were real. The first thing he did was to kill his wife with his own hands and turn her into his first collectible, a lifeless corpse doll.

From then on, Claymir became unstoppable. In his eyes, there was no difference between humans and monsters, and the corpses of any race could be used as weapons. He later joined the Skull and Bones Society through the introduction of Earl Glamorgan. With his unbridled madness and insane cruelty, Claymir quickly became a core member of the Skull and Bones Society and earned a fearsome nickname: Madman Claymir.

Six months ago, during a secret ritual held by the Skull and Bones Society, he was one of the few church members, besides the Earl of Glamorgan, who heard the whispers of the Outer God, and he felt a nameless fear for the first time.

That was the feeling of despair and fear when facing an insurmountable, powerful monster.

At this moment, that feeling of powerlessness and weakness in the face of the gods surged up in my heart again, as if a cruel medieval witch hunter was standing in front of me.

"What's wrong? Weren't you supposed to be crazy? Why can't you say a word after seeing me?"

Bai Ge continued to approach his opponent, but the shadow behind him, like anemone tentacles, rapidly filled the wall, soon covering the entire wall. The writhing, gigantic tentacle shadow demon slowly approached Clement, who, in fright, released all the magical puppets on his body. A giant serpent, reduced to mere skeletons and shrouded in icy frost, swept directly towards Bai Ge, leaving a trail of fine ice crystals and frost in its wake, turning half the corridor into a frigid ice cave.

Instead of charging forward, the necromancer Claymir teleported backward, attempting to forcefully break through the wall at the end of the police station corridor to escape. A dazzling ball of light condensed on his arm, temporarily boosting his physical abilities to the limit. The necromancer, who was not particularly skilled in combat, slammed his fist into the wall, and a visible shockwave rippled through the air in all directions.

Click.

The once-smooth wall was now shattered, spiderweb-like cracks spreading continuously until the front wall finally crumbled and collapsed with a deafening roar. The necromancer, having survived the ordeal, desperately waded through the broken concrete blocks to get outside, but before he could even take a breath of the damp, fresh air, the scene outside left him frozen in place.

The remote, desolate town disappeared, replaced by complete darkness.

Clement lit a soul lamp made of necromancy, attempting to dispel the surrounding darkness. The instant the eerie blue light shone, a colossal serpent's head stared intently at him, like Jormungandr, the world-devouring serpent from Norse mythology.