It's time to become an evil god.

Although the other person was muttering in an obscure and incomprehensible tone, it was like a simultaneous translation device, and all the meanings appeared completely in everyone's minds.

"of course."

Bai Ge nodded. "Otherwise, isn't this Earth, or is it some kind of two-dimensional world?"

"Young man, speak more politely. Don't act so disrespectfully towards your elders."

The old man pulled a picture of Yukino Yukinoshita from his pocket and said coldly, "I'm a veteran anime fan, after all."

"..."

Then a pipe appeared out of thin air in the old man's hand. He snapped his fingers, the pipe lit up, and he squinted through the swirling smoke, saying, "Tell me, what timeline are we in now? Has Yoshihiro Togashi finished his mahjong game?"

Bai Ge remarked with a touch of emotion, "Senior, the timeline you came from is rather subtle."

"Tokyo authorities are holding a grand ceremony to worship an evil god."

"..."

"A talking Godzilla has appeared in Fukushima."

"..."

"A deadly plague is raging across the world."

"……Grass."

A ripple appeared on the old man's calm face; he nearly dropped his pipe. His voice was heavy as he said, "Could it be that in this timeline…could it be that the warp gods and the Great Old Ones have joined forces to invade Earth?"

A tentacle tentatively reached out from the uneasy eyes behind the gates of hell. The old man glanced at it, and in the next instant, the tentacle was severed. The monsters inside emitted hoarse, writhing sounds as they curled back up.

He seemed about to ask more questions, but was interrupted by the delirious Zhang Jiao. After the DNA modification surgery, the remaining chaotic divinity and the last bit of human nature after the loss of reason were mixed together, like a huge melting pot. The only thing supporting the no-human monster's progress was the primitive instinct engraved in its DNA.

"Tell me the truth! Tell me the truth!"

He rushed towards the old man at the door without hesitation, muttering his last remaining obsession. In an instant, the humanoid plant transformed into a giant, writhing flower, its open petals covering most of its body. Its feet turned into roots that spread continuously, as if it were about to become a bizarre monster that endlessly absorbed energy. With the monster as its core, the surrounding carpet was covered with brightly colored fungal carpets, as if the whole world would be filled with flowers of death.

Just as they were about to touch the old man, a heavy sigh was heard, like a heavy drumbeat striking everyone's hearts.

"Did you forget to tell me my name just now?"

The old man gently raised his hand, and a pair of black wings appeared behind him. When they were spread out, they revealed a rotten and incomplete appearance, as if they were a decaying body crawling out of a dark and damp tomb covered with moss. The fungal carpet that stretched out along the way lost its vitality, withered, and vanished as soon as it touched the black mist emanating from his body.

In the instant he raised his hand, Zhang Jiao's divine power collapsed, as if it had been drained in an instant, turning him into a puppet. His entire body was like a flower that had been drained of its moisture and withered, crashing to the ground.

The other players remained silent.

This is not merely a powerful being at the level of a natural disaster invasion, but an unknowable being high above.

"People's physical constitutions cannot be generalized."

Bai Ge looked at the old man whose strength was unknown and said, "If it were me, I would have been killed instantly by a slide tackle just now."

The old man stretched and complained impatiently, "All doors can only be opened from lower dimensions to higher worlds, which is why this kind of disaster occurs, attracting invasions from higher dimensions and ultimately leading to the destruction of the entire world. In short, you bunch of bastards shouldn't open doors randomly if you have nothing better to do. Fortunately, this time you opened the Misty Kingdom of Nibelungen. If you had opened other places, I can't guarantee that the gatekeeper would have given you a gentle warning like I have."

The terrifying aura of death that had been seeping out slowly receded, and the door, instead of opening, slowly closed.

"Boss, boss, can I go with you to take a look inside the gates of hell?"

Seeing that the other person was about to leave, Bai Ge, unwilling to give up, stood behind them and said eagerly, "I always feel like I'm home inside."

"No, you're not qualified yet. Your class is the worst Dark Game I've ever encountered."

The old man's gaze lingered on Bai Ge. "But you're quite interesting, so I'll give you a gift."

The old man took something out of his pocket and threw a strange harmonica in front of Bai Ge. It was an instrument made from a bone.

"If one day the world you live in is destroyed, the land of death and coldness will welcome you."

He paused, then added, "Of course, it would be even better if you could bring some anime series with you."

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the door, as if the opening and closing of the door were of no importance to him.

"I'm not talking to you guys anymore, I'm going to go see the Reincarnated Spider."

"Wait a minute, senior."

Sensing that the other party didn't seem to have much malice, the witch pressed on from behind, asking, "I want to know what exactly the Evolution Game is planning?"

"Shhh."

The other party merely gestured for silence, smiling as they watched the witch before them, their figure slowly disappearing into the depths of the gate where red eyes gathered. "When you can stand at the level of Prometheus, the Firebringer, you will naturally know everything. Otherwise, your question is meaningless."

The old man's figure was fading away, and behind the door appeared the figure of a huge ancient creature, a stark contrast to the figure in front of him with a pipe in his mouth.

As the figure was about to disappear, Bai Ge asked curiously, "Also, who exactly are you?"

"You can call me Mr. Door."

The old man paused, as if he had thought of something, and turned his head to say softly, "I have another name that I haven't heard in a long time, Nidhogg."

Chapter 144 The Vengeful Ghost's Livestream

A smooth mirror, its edges inlaid with countless skulls, reflected everything that happened inside the Gates of Hell, witnessing the entire process in detail. In particular, when Mr. Gate left, he seemed to have given them a meaningful look from afar, through the mirror of the [Mirror of the Dead].

The teleportation array was ready, and the elite forces of the chorus were already prepared. However, as the situation spiraled out of control, all hope became slim. With Mr. Door taking control of the entire situation, their attempt to completely control the Door was aborted.

The archbishop, who had maintained a cold expression, unconsciously tightened his grip on the armrest. A flicker of emotion crossed the face hidden beneath the golden mask.

"It failed? The mission actually failed? Impossible!"

The others around them screamed in disbelief, and a burst of whispers erupted. They had sacrificed several perfect and legendary items, and even a saintess from the choir church, for this meticulously planned scheme, which ultimately ended in a disastrous and abrupt failure.

"Shut up!"

The bishop's angry rebuke silenced the other members of the choir, each harboring their own thoughts. Everyone wore masks, their expressions obscured, yet a palpable undercurrent of unease could be felt. The choir had been in turmoil lately; the bishop, feeling threatened and challenged, had attempted to consolidate his position through this dangerous divine intervention. However, in the end, the choir's plan backfired spectacularly, resulting in a crushing defeat. They even ended up benefiting others, creating a world where only the choir suffered.

The bishop pointed at Bai Ge, who had just received the bone harmonica, and said through gritted teeth, "I need to know this player's true identity, and I will take the harmonica from him at all costs!"

The remaining people looked at each other with very conflicted expressions. One of them whispered, "Bishop, the Special Affairs Bureau is on high alert right now. Our base in Xushi is either being uprooted or shut down by the authorities."

Fearing that the bishop might do something dangerous if provoked, the other believers quickly advised him, "So you should think twice!"

The bishop glanced at him impatiently and retorted, "What, are you planning a rebellion?"

The gaze from beneath the golden mask swept over the assembled crowd, each with their own thoughts, and the others immediately shut their mouths, daring not to utter another word.

"If you don't let him go, we'll use the contracted demons to spread the plague blood therapy on a large scale in Xu City. If that doesn't work, you can hire player organizations to assassinate him, at any cost. I want the harmonica in his hands, do you understand?"

"Your subordinate is willing to relieve the leader's worries."

One of the guys wearing a clown mask stepped forward, reached out and grabbed at the air, taking out a strange old-fashioned Kodak film camera from his inventory, which was stained with a red bloodstain.

"This is the item [Mission Synchronization Camera] that I obtained in a previous mission."

The man wearing the clown mask explained, "After taking a picture of the other person's appearance, you can forcibly pull them into or intervene in a solo or team-based dungeon quest. The cost is that the difficulty of the quest is forcibly increased, and low-level players are very likely to die because they cannot withstand the difficulty of the quest. Once a player dies, the quest synchronization camera will fall into the hands of the winner."

"I understand."

The cult leader took out a cane carved with a strange head with blue faces and fangs from his inventory and tossed it to the man in the clown mask.

"This is?"

The other person took the cane from the bishop with a puzzled look; the cane displayed the characteristics of the prop.

[Item: Supay's walking stick]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Feature: Even if a player dies physically during a dungeon quest, they will remain in a "soul" state until the dungeon ends. The soul state will dissipate automatically within four hours of leaving the dungeon.]

[P.S.: You think you can kill me? Not so easy!]

The chorus bishop calmly said, "Seize the harmonica at any cost, even if it means risking your life. If you die, teleport back using Supay's cane."

"Bishop, rest assured, this person has just experienced the Gates of Hell and the descent of the ancient god of Xu City, and his items are almost used up. Our church personnel are now in a state of rest and have a great advantage."

The mysterious figure in the clown mask gripped the scepter named after the Inca god of death and nodded solemnly. He put Supai's scepter back into his quest inventory, then grabbed the end of the [Quest Synchronization Camera] film, aimed it at Bai Ge in the mirror, and pressed the button.

Click.

As the flash went off, Bai Ge's figure was captured in the film, and then the mission notification sounded in his mind.

Ding dong.

Having just successfully resolved the door crisis and before he could even catch his breath, Bai Ge suddenly heard a mission notification in his mind.

Ding dong, you have a new task order, please check it.

[Single-player competitive mission: The Ghost's Livestream]

[Mission Reward: Only one of the two players can leave alive]

Bai Ge frowned, muttering to himself, "This mission is a bit strange. Why would the system issue such a bizarre script?"

However, before he could think about it, his body gradually dissipated in the light and he was directly teleported to a dark and gloomy room.

After Bai Ge's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he looked around. The walls were covered with terrifying scratch marks, and there were also horrifying red bloody handprints on the curtain not far away.

What lay before him was...

Not far away stood another man who looked bewildered and lost, except he wore a strange clown mask. It seemed the system required players to reveal their identities for this mission, so Bai Ge immediately noticed the man's level and title upon entering.

【Death Artist - Valentine LV10】

The other person was also analyzing Bai Ge through the mask, silently calculating in their mind, "His character title is still Chaos Seed, so it's possible that he's deliberately trying to confuse the situation. His level is only LV9, second tier player. He might have some means of survival, but after the previous losses, he has very few left. I have a big advantage this time."

Just as he was still brainstorming, Bai Ge walked towards him, took out a bottle of paraquat, and handed it to Valentine.

The other person immediately took a step back in fright, staring warily at the player in front of them, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I didn't do anything."

Bai Ge said seriously, "This place is so dirty, there must be a lot of mosquitoes. Don't you need to use insecticide?"

"Insecticide?"

Valentine was a little confused. "Why use pesticides?"

Bai Ge said seriously, "I used to spray mosquito repellent when I encountered mosquitoes, but then I found that it didn't work. Later, I started spraying insecticide directly into my mouth. I admit that I was gambling. Either the mosquito that sucks my blood or I have to die. Drink it, don't be shy. I added rock sugar to the paraquat."

"..."

Valentine swallowed hard, his previous confidence waning.

Wait, could this person be mentally ill?