It's time to become an evil god.

The bare-armed corpse had the Arabic numeral 16 branded into its chest with a branding iron.

The monster was gradually approaching. Bai Ge tiptoed and closed the door, using a stick to block it. Although he knew the chances of the door stopping the giant's kick were almost zero, judging from the way it used the cries for help from player corpses to attract victims, its intelligence and hunting methods were not very sophisticated.

"We need to find a way to get out of the central courtyard and meet up with them as soon as possible."

As Bai Ge turned around, a beam of white light suddenly pierced his eyes, and the scene before him was completely transformed. The rotten wooden floor beneath his feet disappeared, replaced by a brand-new ground.

A ray of warm light shone in from the window, bringing the decaying room back to life.

A silvery laugh rang out, and a phantom of a blonde little girl in an elegant dress fell from the void, sitting on the floor of a brand-new room, doodling and laughing happily on a children's fairy tale book.

Bai Ge was stunned, and said hesitantly, "Could it be a reenactment of the Hope Home orphanage from the past?"

The little girl, who was doodling in her notebook, suddenly stopped what she was doing, looked up and stared sharply in Bai Ge's direction.

Bai Ge's heart tightened. "Could it be that scenes from the past can be traced back to the present moment?"

Two people could be heard talking outside the door behind Bai Ge.

“Dean, this matter can no longer be delayed. The church priests are very dissatisfied with the repeated postponements of the candidate selection process, and the key candidates for the 21 sacraments have still not been decided.”

Another older voice replied impatiently.

“I told you before that the Church should act according to my plan. Who would have thought that these guys would change the candidates behind my back? All the orphans with stigmata were carefully selected over many years. They endured the cruelest torture in the orphanage before they could become candidates for the sacraments. Scarlett is the most perfect candidate so far, and she is the vessel for the Virgin Mary’s incarnation. They must pass my chosen plan, or else the Church can go to hell. By the way, I’ve already dealt with the conjoined twins they sent over. These are their fingers, the number 16, symbolizing suffering.”

For a fleeting moment, Bai Ge even had the urge to open the wooden door and see what was really going on between them, but reason prevailed over the restless thought. She was terrified that opening the door would reveal a pair of giant, monstrous twins.

Bai Ge noticed a birthmark on the little girl's body that resembled the number 21, suggesting she was likely a crucial part of the religious ritual.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly gave Bai Ge a cryptic smile and waved at him.

In that instant, a chilling feeling spread throughout my body.

This was the first time he experienced such strong emotional fluctuations after gaining life force.

The little girl stood up, but pulled out a cane from behind her back. She cautiously approached Bai Ge while feeling her way along the path. "I can see you. You seem very special. You shouldn't be a guest from my timeline, right?"

Bai Ge hesitated whether to speak, but the other person said directly, "You can call me Scarlett. I'm 10 years old this year."

Bai Ge asked tentatively, "Can you see me?"

"I can only see a rough, blurry outline."

Staring blankly at a point, the little girl nodded and said calmly, "The orphanage director gouged out my eyes and replaced them with a pair of glass prosthetics. But ever since then, I've been able to vaguely sense some strange things. Sometimes they're not human, and sometimes they're strange beings from another world like you. Don't worry, the Wright twins have already left. You have fifteen minutes of safety time for now."

"You can still observe this far?"

Bai Ge took a deep breath and calmly replied, "So can you tell me what secrets the Silent Hill Hope Home orphanage holds?"

"I can tell you everything I know."

The little girl said with a grin, "But I want to make a deal with you."

Chapter 541 Heaven and the Tyrant

Bai Ge immediately became alert and asked in a low voice, "A deal? What kind of deal?"

There's an unwritten rule in the Evolution Game's dungeons: never attempt to trade with evil spirits or demons unless absolutely necessary. Even if you manage to achieve your desired outcome through a trade, you'll pay a far more severe price later. Only a small number of players who manage to exploit this loophole escape unscathed.

"Don't worry, I won't force you to sign any agreements. You can ask me to answer your questions to the best of my ability, but in exchange, I only need you to do one thing."

After a pause, the little girl put down her paintbrush and said seriously, "Stop the church's conspiracy. We absolutely cannot let them complete their plan."

Although he didn't know what the other party's plan was, Bai Ge still asked the question.

"What exactly did Hope House want to do back then? What exactly is the Pentecostal 21st Sacrament? And what are those monsters with Arabic numerals carved on their bodies like yours?"

"First of all, I don't know what the orphanage is planning. All I know is that they kidnap children from all over the world and abuse and brainwash them just like I did. Some of the children become members of the church organization and infiltrate various official institutions in Silent Hill. By the time I became a gift, Silent Hill had already become a private domain occupied by the church."

"Another group, like us, became sacrificial offerings for the sacraments. The preparation time for the 21 sacraments is much longer than you might imagine, at least several decades. Some offerings were kept in cellars until the time of sacrifice, when they were no longer children, but adults."

"As for what the 21st Sacrament actually is, the Dean did not say it outright. Those monsters engraved with Arabic numerals are composites formed from the resentment of the victims who were sacrificed. Different numbers represent their identities."

"The Pentecost ceremony of the 21st Sacrament was not successful."

Scarlett sat in her chair, swinging her legs, and continued, "It must have been the headmistress and the church people who clashed during the sacrament ceremony, and in the end, they burned down the entire orphanage, leaving me trapped in the past forever. So I hope you can stop their plans and give me my freedom and liberation."

"..."

Based on the clues we have so far, the plan the little girl described is largely the same as the suspected truth.

"Everything is in the basement, except that there are far more vengeful spirits lurking there, without my help..."

The little girl looked Bai Ge up and down, then gently shook her head and said, "I'm afraid you can't even get past the Wright brothers."

"I need the truth, you want relief. We each get what we need."

After a moment of contemplation, Bai Ge said softly, "So, lead the way."

……

John Wick was hiding in a corner, his body covered in fine wounds, sitting on the ground with a pained expression. The last bottle of red potion he had just finished drinking was lying on the ground.

The bottle rolled twice before being stopped by another pair of shoe heels.

"Don't move."

The Twilight Hermit spoke softly, releasing a healing spell from his palm. Under the green light, the wounds were slowly healing.

"Damn it."

Enraged, John Wick slammed his hammer against the wall, leaving a scarlet bloodstain on the pristine white surface.

Not long after parting ways with Bai Ge, a piercing air raid siren suddenly sounded, followed by a massive influx of monsters attacking the three of them. John Wick discovered that the more powerful the items, the less effective they were at damaging the monsters; low-level items, while causing some damage, couldn't kill them instantly. Faced with the overwhelming and dense monster onslaught, they could only fight their way back, while the war maniac responsible for covering their retreat was unfortunately devoured by the monsters that filled the corridor.

A shadow fell over the Twilight Hermit's face. Since the beginning, screams had been echoing continuously from the Hope's Home orphanage, as player teams were being rapidly eliminated. This meant the multiplayer dungeon quest had officially entered its brutal late stage.

They could choose to survive until the second-to-last team was eliminated, but no one could guarantee that they wouldn't be the unlucky ones to be eliminated second to last.

"There will be no situations where you are guaranteed to die in the dungeon missions of the Evolution game."

John Wick quickly analyzed the intelligence in his mind, sorted out his thoughts, and muttered to himself, "The sudden increase in the player's death rate can only mean one thing: someone has solved a key part of the mystery, causing the system to determine that the players have entered the late stage."

“We now have two paths to take. One is to hide in this room and wait for the player who obtained the key clue to solve the mystery. The other is for me to go with the player who obtained the key clue to solve the mystery together and uncover the truth.”

John Wick, supporting himself against the wall, slowly stood up. He had taken a life-restoring potion and was regaining his mobility through sheer physical strength and simple healing techniques.

The Twilight Hermit shook his head, rejecting John Wick's suggestion, and said, "I can cast a simple aura-shielding spell in this room, which should be enough to evade the monsters' search. Mr. John, going out with you now would be tantamount to suicide."

Since the other party was unwilling to act together, John Wick did not force him. He simply said "Take care" softly before pushing open the door and walking out into the corridor.

The corridor was littered with gruesome corpses; aside from a few with obvious bullet holes, the rest were monsters killed by John Wick with a pencil. He pulled out the orphanage investigator's diary he'd picked up during his escape, which repeatedly mentioned the "Ancient God Exorcism Ritual," the "Power Sealed Within the Orphanage," and the "Church Attempting to Manipulate Evil Power."

On one page of the diary was a rough sketch, the hasty handwriting roughly outlining the location of the basement. Whatever awaited him in the basement, he had to uncover the whole truth.

Tick.

John heard the faint sound of water dripping behind him and turned around abruptly. A man holding the head of a hideous monster appeared in front of him, with a blood-dripping katana in his other hand. His face was covered in blood, but his eyes were clear and bright, without any emotion.

His white shirt was stained with blood. He flicked the knife lightly, and the blood flowing on it sprayed onto the wall.

"I heard you're also looking for a basement? How about we form a temporary alliance?"

John Wick drew his two pistols from his waist, intending to ask questions before deciding whether to pull the trigger.

He asked softly, "Who are you?"

"I am one of the three Japanese players of the 'Jade Generals' game."

The other party readily revealed their ID.

[Heaven and Tyrant]

Chapter 542 When did I get the villain boss script?

The man standing before him possessed no spiritual power whatsoever, appearing as an ordinary person. John, however, as an assassin, keenly sensed the terrifying killing intent emanating from the man. The blood-soaked katana in his hand was shrouded in a thick black aura; it was a top-grade cursed weapon imbued with countless resentful curses, and it was continuously drawing upon the hatred of the orphans who had perished tragically within the building.

John quickly rummaged through the information about the three generals of the island nation in his mind's eye: one was the Heavenly Tyrant who achieved sainthood by obtaining an extremely powerful physical body through a curse; another was the demonic transformation of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons; and the last was a strange technique kept secret by the descendants of Abe no Seimei, which was the last trump card under the hands of a large official organization in Japan.

The Heavenly Tyrant represents an unprecedented evolutionary limit reached by the human body when exploring certain possibilities. It is said that the first player to enter the Spellcraft World dungeon used a special item to directly merge their consciousness with that of a sorcerer possessing the Heavenly Binding Curse, ultimately transforming into a terrifying monster who could not use skills or legendary-level items, but whose physical stats were all 99+.

"I just killed 14 players who participated in the battle royale mission, but I didn't intend to win the game by eliminating all the players."

As he loosened his muscles, Tianyu and the Tyrant slowly approached John Wick, wiping the blood from his face with their thumbs as they explained, "Once someone is killed by the monsters of Hope's Home, the things trapped in this orphanage will 'revive' further. Conversely, if players kill each other, it will weaken the monsters. So now you know why I kill other players directly, right?"

"understand."

John nodded and said softly, "But I won't accept it."

"It's alright. As long as we kill three more players, we can compress the power of the ancient god, which has not yet been revived, to its limit. Then, as long as we destroy the ritual, everything will be over."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sky and Tyrant rushed toward John at an incredible speed. Before the other man could even draw his weapon, John's reaction was no less swift than Sky and Tyrant's. Abandoning the idea of ​​using a prop to block, John simply raised his arm and held it horizontally above his head.

"I'll accept your arm without any hesitation."

The blade struck John's arm, the air exploding with a clanging metallic sound that echoed throughout the corridor, sparks flying from the friction between the blade and John's arm.

"what?"

Tianyu Tyrant frowned, never expecting that the other party had even installed a mechanical arm. He raised his legs and kicked the chest, using the reaction force to bounce away and land lightly ten meters away.

"It seems the rumors were true. Johnny Silverhand, the monster who used prosthetic limbs, really is you."

Tianyu Tyrant scratched his head helplessly. The item in his hand, [Curse Exorcism], could only cause significant damage to living beings with a "physical body." It dealt virtually no damage to spirits or inanimate objects. In high-level competition, if an item couldn't interfere with or harm the opponent, it was essentially no different from a child's toy.

"This is really a headache."

Unable to use legendary or higher-level items, Tianyu Tyrant was left with only inferior items with severe side effects. "However, if I can hit you with just one strike, I will win."

John raised his arm and said coldly, "Go ahead and try."

The veins on the back of Tianyu Tyrant's hands bulged; the longer the dragged on, the worse it would be for him. He suddenly appeared before John in a flash, raising his greatsword and silently slashing down towards John's neck.

However, just as the blow was about to land, a thick cloud of smoke suddenly adhered to John Wick's skin, enveloping him. The Heaven and Tyrant's Curse-Slaying Blade struck the smoke, seemingly hitting nothing, passing directly through John's body, while the smoke, now severed in two, rapidly healed at an eerie speed.

"what?"

The Heavenly Tyrant frowned. This wasn't John Wick's skill, but the gaze ultimately materialized into the head of a little boy, who looked at John Wick with a slightly pained expression.

"Didn't you leave?"

John Wick seemed somewhat surprised to see Xiong Duoduo return.

"Leave my ass."