It's time to become an evil god.

"..."

He didn't even see how the monster attacked before he collapsed to the ground with a thud. The humanoid creature that emerged from the thick fog had a heavy, crescent-shaped placenta attached to its right hand, covered in blood and bits of flesh, and limped toward the gate.

A gaunt, fleshless face pressed against the cold door, seemingly listening to any movement behind it. The face, which had been filled with sobbing, eventually calmed down and became expressionless.

"Hey, little one, what are you listening to?"

As if sensing something, the gaunt monster slowly turned its head, and in the next instant, a huge hand slammed down hard on its body.

A towering, massive, inferior replica of an ancient god appeared behind them, now the size of a mountain giant compared to its previous infant form.

The monster's right hand was connected to a bizarre weapon shaped like a crescent-shaped placenta. It slowly turned its head, its empty, eye-less eye sockets staring at the survivor in front of it.

"What are you looking at?"

Bai Ge said impatiently, "Your mother died a long time ago."

"Now I'm sending you and your child to be reunited in heaven."

……

Inside the dilapidated courtyard, the sealed gate was reopened, the torn yellow seal on it fluttering in the wind.

The tables and chairs were covered in dust, suggesting that no one had lived there for quite some time.

The candlesticks in the basement were lit, emitting a warm glow. A slightly pale hand rested on an old typewriter, and with a clattering sound, lines of text appeared on blank manuscript paper made of old human skin.

"The House of Evolution is secretly conducting experiments on artificial inferior ancient gods in Xushi. Ever since they obtained the remains of the headless Nuo god, they have been trying to use the tiny bit of power left over from the ancient god to create a semi-defective product. This is one of their plans."

"The Choir's plan to create inferior replicas was originally just a casual move. The bishop who withdrew from the instance was already at his last gasp. He easily controlled the other party and altered his memories, allowing the collectibles you entrusted to me, the [Unknown Placenta] and the incomplete summoning ritual, to fall into the hands of the Choir's higher-ups as instance quest rewards and items."

"Now they all believe that the monsters they created are incomplete 'Ancient Gods,' and that in reality, those things are only fit to be keys to open the gates of hell, but have no ability to control the gates at all."

"Then, following the previously planned strategy, I activated the monster and devoured and fused it, making everyone outside believe that I was a crazy idealist. Unfortunately, the monster's stamen was stolen by a mysterious player and its whereabouts are unknown. This was the only flaw in the entire plan."

"This concludes the entire plan. Now, the gates of hell are about to open, and I sincerely hope that you, teacher, will be able to witness this grand transformation."

The words that had appeared on the human skin gradually disappeared, line by line. The pale, thin fingers left the typewriter keyboard, but connected to those pale hands were clumps of humanoid creatures composed of blackened mycelium. Instead of a head, their necks were replaced by budding demonic flowers, eerie blood seeping from between the petals. The mycelium and flower-like humanoid creature mechanically and numbly typed a line on the keyboard.

"Your loyal student, Zhang Jiao, respectfully submits this."

After the last word was finished, the prop typewriter in front of them began to burn rapidly, and the fire spread throughout the room, turning into a raging inferno.

The chair that was just placed on the table is now empty; the monster that was sitting on it has long since disappeared.

The next moment, a monster that was not human appeared in front of the gates of hell. It was as if a terrible massacre had just taken place here, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

The ground was covered in horrific blood, enough to make one's stomach churn.

The situation became increasingly dire as he approached the door. He could almost see the artificial ancient god monster appear before the door and push open the gates of the abyss.

However, what happened next was beyond his expectations. He saw a huge humanoid monster blocking his way. He could only make out the lower half of its body, while the upper half was completely hidden in the thick fog.

Zhang Jiao, who, though lacking human form, still retained his humanity, was stunned.

Inferior replicas of ancient gods?

Why is this thing here?

Moreover, the growth rate of the inferior replicas of the ancient gods has clearly exceeded expectations, unless someone...

However, before they could figure out the reason, they heard a faint sigh coming from the darkness.

"On this day, you finally recall the fear of being dominated by giants."

Bai Ge suddenly appeared and stood in front of the monster. The monster was taken aback for a moment, but did not show much surprise.

"It's you again."

He frowned and asked, "You've gone to such lengths to set up such a massive and complex scheme, what exactly are you trying to achieve?"

What do I want to do?

The monster showed a hint of bewilderment. He pointed to his face, which was horribly distorted to the extreme, and calmly said, "The truth."

Chapter 142 DNA Modification Surgery!

The cries of infants and the wailing of nightmares mingled together, echoing endlessly in the eerie fog, as a giant the size of a hill and a grotesque ancient god with his hand connected to the placenta clashed in battle.

The enormous flower petal on its head opened, revealing a calm human face.

"It's you?"

Bai Ge was stunned for a moment, never expecting that the mastermind behind it all was this guy.

"Surprised? I'm just a seeker of truth."

Zhang Jiao remained calm, showing no signs of hysterical madness even after his entire plan was disrupted. Instead, he spoke earnestly, "The legend of Nuwa creating humans, the creation myth of God, Ragnarok in Norse mythology, the fall of the Olympian gods, the Investiture of the Gods in the East, and the giant serpent that devoured the world in Slavic mythology—if the Evolution Game has existed since ancient times, then the gods recorded in these historical myths and appearing in literary works should also be products of the Evolution Game. So the question is, why can't we find any trace of the gods' existence? Where did they all go?"

"The apocryphal school of thought has discussed this issue for thousands of years. In the end, we came to one conclusion: either the restart of the world line erases all traces of existence, or our existence is just a bunch of slightly fun data for the evolution game? After we get tired of it, we press the delete button, clear everything with one click, and start over."

""

The mycelium all over his body was writhing incessantly, the demonic nature relentlessly eroding the last vestiges of humanity Zhang Jiao had desperately tried to retain. Before becoming a slave to that power, he had to open the gates of hell and completely digest the surging power within him.

"Leveling up is a universally accepted formula for finding the answer, but this formula is too long for those who are looking for shortcuts."

"Throughout my long life, I have gradually come to realize that there are limits to being human, so one must transcend those limits. Seekers of the Way need some unorthodox methods that require paying a huge price in pain, such as assimilating into some ancient gods who have already passed away."

The ancient gods are not the only ones that exist, and the characteristics of those lost gods will not disappear. Other reincarnation vessels will inherit these characteristics, allowing the gods to descend into the world.

"After all that talk, all you did was summon a fully-formed ancient god with your incomplete power and then steal its power and consciousness for free, didn't you?"

Bai Ge couldn't help but complain, "You turned yourself into a vegetable just for this?"

"You're the one in a vegetative state! Your whole family is in a vegetative state!"

Seemingly provoked by the words, his mental state began to become unstable.

"I sensed it; you also possess some kind of incomplete, fallen divinity. But unfortunately, my divinity far surpasses yours!"

The ancient relic, the Holy Lance, appeared instantly in front of the opponent. Bai Ge, holding two enormous syringes, plunged them into the opponent's body without a word. In the next instant, all the medicine in the syringes was emptied, and not a single drop was left, all of it was injected into the opponent's body. Then, Bai Ge leaped backward, dodging the opponent's sweeping, fatal blow.

"What the hell is this thing?"

He clutched his shoulder where he had been stabbed. Although he had lost all sensation and nerves, he could still feel something constantly changing inside his body, and a look of pain crossed his face. Then he saw the other person put down the strange teleportation spear and draw another cold blade.

A terrifying blade gleaming with a chilling light.

"This thing is a bone hammer used by the Demon King to slay demons, while this one is a Dragon Destruction Sword that I borrowed from the Special Affairs Bureau. As the name suggests, the Dragon Destruction Sword is an extremely specialized weapon that only works against dragon-type creatures."

After a pause, Bai Ge added, "Celestial Dragons and Dragon Maids also count."

"..."

"As for the two syringes that were just inserted into your neck, they were called DNA modification surgery. They were something I got from the Special Affairs Bureau."

Zhang Jiao's face showed a blank expression, and he muttered to himself, "DNA...modification surgery?"

Zhang Jiao looked at his hands. One of them was covered with fine scales that fluttered in the wind, and even horns had sprouted from his forehead, giving the impression of transforming into a dragon. The other hand was covered with fine white hair, and its eyes had turned into scarlet vertical pupils. The half-human, half-ghost face hidden in the flower stamen had become ferocious and terrifying, as if it had mutated into a bizarre monster.

He couldn't even maintain his human nature; an indescribable sense of rage and fury spread throughout his body.

"In summary, you will now be subject to 100% critical damage from demons and 100% critical damage from dragons."

Are you ready?

Bai Ge suddenly rushed forward, and Zhang Jiao didn't even get a clear look before he suddenly appeared in front of him.

[Skill: Destructive Sword Flash]

Countless mycelia sprouted from his arm, attempting to block the sharp sword that was about to strike, but were instead stopped by the demon king's bone hammer in his other hand. The black mycelia exploded the moment they touched the surface.

Then the Dragon Destruction Sword slashed down at the other hand, but it was cleanly severed before the legendary Dragon Destruction Sword, which had supposedly damaged Nidhogg of the Land of Mist.

The pain only fueled Zhang Jiao's terrifying ferocity, causing the demonic power within him to surge even more violently, relentlessly eroding his consciousness like a virus.

"Why are you stopping me! Do you think that just because I've lost the key, I can't open the door?"

Having been repeatedly thwarted, Zhang Jiao finally erupted, no longer suppressing the divinity of the demon within him. He unleashed a terrifying torrent of power, scattering his previously human-like body as countless tentacles writhed and surged towards the door. Since he had no key, he chose the more risky method of forcibly breaking down the door!

The price, however, is the possibility of completely losing one's humanity!

Finally, a terrifying expression appeared on the ever-changing human face, filled with the frenzied obsession of victory within reach. He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!"

Boom!

With a loud bang, the huge flower on its head slammed into the door, attempting to force its way in!

Even the fragmented power of the ancient gods began to affect the gates of hell, causing tiny cracks to appear.

The critical damage from the Demon King's bone hammer and the Dragon Destruction Sword couldn't keep up with the recovery speed. With a final, deafening roar, a look of shock froze on Bai Ge's face.

Thick, blood-red fog seeped out from the cracks, carrying an inexplicably terrifying aura; wherever it went, everything withered and died.

Bai Ge's hands stopped moving, and his expression became solemn.

The gates of hell have been opened.

Chapter 143 My Name is Nidhogg

A deep, terrifying sound emanated from the gates of hell, as if some eerie thing was breathing heavily. Violent tremors came from afar, and surging breaths burst forth, suggesting that some terrifying behemoth was hidden on the other side of the gates.

A hurricane swept across the ground, and large swaths of dark clouds appeared in the sky, with lightning flashing within them, foreshadowing an unspeakable and terrifying event.

A few steps later than Bai Ge, the other players who rushed over upon hearing the news were all horrified to see this scene. The witch was trying to summon her guardian spirit again for a final desperate attempt. She had already used the power of the witch's guardian spirit before, so the effect of activating it again was not as good as the first time, which allowed her to unleash its full power.

She was stopped by Nishizawa Ryo, who was already beyond saving. He shook his head, his expression one of despair. “Give up. With our strength, we can’t harm what’s behind the door. Even if we give it our all at our peak, we can’t affect it in the slightest. Only by surpassing a certain level of power can we push it open.”

"...cough cough."

A low cough came from behind the door, hoarse and deep, like that of an old man on his deathbed, the deep voice carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

Even Zhang Jiao, who had lost his mind and had his SAN value reset to zero, felt as if a cold water had been poured over his brain with this sigh. His frenzied attack came to a halt, and the thorny vines that had tried to squeeze through the cracks in the door quickly retracted and lingered at a certain distance, not daring to go forward.

The crowd saw a human figure outlined in the darkness beyond the door. The figure slowly stepped across the threshold and stood before the door. Countless blood-red, vertically oriented eyes emerged from the darkness behind him, coldly surveying the outside world.

The players who arrived at the scene swallowed hard, their expressions solemn, and some even instinctively took a step back.

The old man who came out of the door raised his droopy eyelids, glanced at Bai Ge and the walking man-eating flower-like monster in front of him, frowned slightly, and subconsciously took half a step back to glance at the door. He muttered to himself, "Strange, how come I run into two guys who look like ancient gods as soon as I step out? I don't remember going home."

After confirming that the door was open correctly, the old man asked suspiciously, "Young man, you look like a wicked god. Are you also one of the ancient gods? Where is this? Is it still Earth?"