It's time to become an evil god.

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With a soft crack, the other person's skin was covered with spiderweb-like cracks resembling those of Ge ware, and chunks of flesh began to fall off like shattered porcelain, revealing the constantly wriggling fingers inside.

The abandoned concrete platform seemed unable to withstand the pressure, revealing dense cracks. The cracks were constantly breaking apart, like a broken cocoon, and what was hidden inside was breaking free of its restraints and transferring from the dungeon world to reality.

On the walls and ceiling of the abandoned platform, weeping faces appeared, and low, mournful sobs filled the entire abandoned platform.

Woo woo woo.

Seemingly affected by the same thing, other believers also began to weep and cry.

One of the new believers cried and cursed, "Who the hell would encounter an ancient god on their first day of work at the church? Waaaaah!"

In desperation, some new players pulled out their phones and started sending group messages for help: "I'm a Left 4 Dead expert, a veteran Doom player, a master at slaughtering Prototypes, killing monsters like cutting leeks, I can drink Molotov cocktails like vodka, I don't flinch when zombie hordes come, and I dare to fight Blacklight Virus monsters hand-to-hand for 300 rounds. I'm currently in an abandoned London Underground station, blocked at the door by a Child of an Ancient God and I'm too scared to go out. Is there anyone who can come and save me?"

"Calm down, don't panic."

The cultist, using props to resist the spiritual pollution, whispered, "The offspring of the Outer Gods vary greatly in strength; some are nearly as strong as the Great Old Ones, while others are so weak they could be bitten to death by a dog!"

Valentine, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his hand towards the believer, and in an instant, a huge, circular crater appeared on the wall behind the believer, as if a candle had melted.

The bishop, still standing there in a daze, felt the warm liquid on his neck and slowly turned his head.

The upper half of the cultist behind him had disappeared, and the gaping wound was gushing out scarlet blood.

"What the fuck?"

Even the usually calm bishop couldn't help but swear. He had only faced this kind of power in the terrifying dungeon where he had narrowly escaped death.

Valentine slowly stood up, his body peeling away like shards of porcelain, half his face covered with densely packed fingers. He asked softly, "Bishop, do you think the Western bodhisattva of the choir will come to your rescue now?"

"O Lord, who is made of flesh and blood."

One of the men, who looked like a high-ranking cultist, finally stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and whispered incantations.

"Grant us merciful death, destruction..."

"The Lord of Flesh and Blood?"

Valentine impatiently interrupted the other's incantation, "Is your lord a chicken and duck combo rice?"

"That's enough!"

Valentine then leaped into the air and swooped down, black flames burning on his bony palms as he reached for the top of the head.

"what--"

It instantly let out a ferocious scream, its entire body engulfed in black flames, and its body crackled like dry firewood being thrown into the fire, making everyone's eyelids twitch.

The indoor temperature suddenly soared, and even the bishop, who was some distance away, felt his hair curling and burning, his eyes unable to open, his throat and nose stinging, and his whole body feeling as if he were immersed in a pool of fire.

This power is truly terrifying.

No one dared to even think of killing him anymore.

With that thought in mind, the bishop placed his hand on the golden mask, preparing to release the power he had been suppressing.

"Answer me one question, and if you answer correctly, I will let you go."

Using the umbilical cord to control Valentine, he pointed at the trembling choir members around him, having roughly gauged the strength of the others. Several were top-tier LV10 fighters, but for various reasons, they hadn't joined forces. The rest were just opportunists taking advantage of the chaos.

He said in a deep voice, "What has six legs before entering the alley, but only two legs after leaving it?"

"I know the answer to this question."

The others looked toward the source of the sound as if they had grasped at a last straw.

One of the unassuming believers whispered, "It's the Wayne family of three."

"wrong."

Suddenly, countless fingers emerged from the mouths of all the believers around them, constantly prying open their jaws, and even appearing in their eye sockets.

Valentine explained, "It's Electric and the Chainsaw Demon."

"Grass!"

"That's enough!"

A monster made entirely of liquid gold appeared before Valentine, with a magnificent golden palace vaguely visible behind him. The monster was covered in glittering gems, and its cloak fluttered wildly behind it.

[Item: The Cursed Golden Mask]

[Level: Perfect]

[Features: Able to summon the ancient, lost Golden Kingdom and the eternally cursed Golden Lich King]

[Postscript: One day, my life will come to an end. And you will be crowned king!]

Is this the power of a bishop?

"Although I don't know what you did to Valentine in that instance world, you are strong, strong enough to cause irreparable damage to the Choir."

A ball of scorching gold was poured directly onto Valentine's body. Not only was it intensely hot, but it also possessed a strange corrosive ability. Once touched by the gold, everything was rapidly turned to gold, and the process was irreversible. Ultimately, Valentine became a small golden figure cast in gold, giving the middle finger.

The bishop lowered his arm, as if the attack had rendered him numb. He snapped his fingers, and a bone throne appeared on the ground.

All members of the choir lay prostrate on the ground, motionless. All information about the bishop's power and possessions was a closely guarded secret, and when they saw the body enveloped in boiling liquid gold, they suddenly realized how wrong their previous scheme had been.

Some players are "monsters" who are not on the same level from the start.

The continuously melting gold dripped onto the ground, forming a pool of scalding, smoking golden liquid. The golden lich stretched out his hand and slowly said, "Pass down the order to all Blood Healing faction players and bounty hunters. I am willing to pay a perfect-level item, the [Elixir of Immortality from the Golden Kingdom]."

All the believers swallowed hard in unison.

Legendary items are said to have no side effects and are considered perfect. They can perfectly avoid certain dangerous items that require sacrificing lifespan to activate. All legendary items are unique, with no other items of the same type. Therefore, the "Elixir of Immortality from the Golden Kingdom" is a highly coveted auxiliary item for players.

The golden lich sat on his throne, piled high with corpses, and said coldly, "In exchange for his harmonica and his dog's life."

Chapter 151 Starting Today, I'll Be a Capitalist

After the mandatory dungeon ended, Bai Ge opened his eyes to find himself no longer at the location of the Gates of Hell, but teleported to a secluded and inconspicuous mansion. Before he could even process what was happening, his friend chat was flooded with messages. Bai Ge opened the chat and saw that the first message was from Xi Ze Liang.

"—How did you manage to mess with the Choir? Now they're offering a huge bounty on your life with the Golden Kingdom's elixir of immortality! The Special Affairs Bureau can provide shelter for your dog. How about considering joining us?"

Upon seeing this message, Bai Ge felt bewildered. "They want to take my dog's life? But I don't even own a dog."

"What? Oh, you don't have a dog? They might really want to kill you. Never mind then."

"..."

The next message was from Wen Liang, representing the [Assassin Brotherhood]. The leader, [Night Demon], invited Bai Ge to join the organization. "Given your status as a bounty hunter, very few bounty hunters dare to take your job. And to protect their bounties, these players who do take the job wouldn't dare attack you in the real world. Our leader, [Night Demon], was enraged when someone killed his beloved dog and uprooted the entire High Platform Roundtable, a New York underground force. He promised you that once you join the Assassin Brotherhood, no assassin will dare to attack you. This is the foundation of our organization. You don't need an immediate reply; let us know when you've made up your mind. The Assassin Brotherhood will always reserve a place for you."

Master Huigen, representing the Buddhist forces, also spoke privately with Bai Ge, offering to take him in as a Buddhist disciple without requiring him to abide by the rules and regulations, thus allowing him to become a monk who indulges in wine and meat.

Even the witch invited Bai Ge to join the magic academy Endymion. Her mentor was also very interested in the power Bai Ge possessed and, if possible, could even train him to become an excellent melee mage.

"..."

Some other organizations, having caught wind of the situation, tentatively extended olive branches and made promises to Bai Ge. However, they were more interested in the bone flute given to Bai Ge by Nidhogg. According to the Frankenstein Alliance's speculation, this thing seemed to possess the ability to summon the Nibelungen world. Of course, these players, whose recklessness and curiosity were equally strong, even wished they could replicate the Sentinel Hill scenario, letting those twisted monsters, known as gods, break through dimensions and descend into the real world.

Bai Ge didn't seem too worried. If any blind bounty hunter player dared to come to his door, he would have to think twice about the weight of his own brute force.

Thinking of this, Bai Ge left the mansion, intending to go home first to prepare. He still had a few fingers he had broken off from that [Reincarnation Monster] in his pocket. The wriggling umbilical cord had been secretly watching these snacks, and Bai Ge even smacked it on the head, warning, "These are things prepared by the monster breeding box, not your snacks. Don't mess with me."

The wriggling umbilical cord, feeling aggrieved after being scolded, retracted its head and stayed inside Bai Ge's body, sulking and intending to ignore the other party.

Previously, Bai Ge had used one of the tentacles to manipulate Valentine into contacting members of the Choir. He roughly deduced that these people were located in the London area, and their influence couldn't yet extend to the East. Therefore, they were using this disgusting method to test him. However, Bai Ge didn't remain idle. After returning home, he logged into the flea market in the dungeon game and began searching for suitable items to carry out his revenge plan.

This was his first time entering the flea market. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in front of a bustling marketplace, lined with shops displaying all sorts of items. All the items were clearly priced, and could be purchased using points earned in the game, or through barter, exchanging items for other items.

Players cannot harm anyone in the flea market, so Bai Ge doesn't need to worry about anyone plotting against him. However, to prevent unnecessary trouble, he still disguised himself by wearing a smiling mask.

"Mechanized prosthetic arm modification, mechanized prosthetic arm modification, install this arm with an impact cannon, and you'll be its most loyal follower!"

"Bio-functional enhancement, bio-functional enhancement, friend, drink this gene mutation potion, and you will transform into other races without any side effects, including succubi."

"The original Tyrant model is on sale! Don't miss it! Various modified viruses are available in the front row. Give yourself a shot and you'll be the protagonist, Li Sanguang."

"..."

What Bai Ge needed was a long-distance teleportation item, commonly known as a support item that could travel along the internet cable to attack you. He finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous little shop displaying a total of 500 game points.

Bai Ge saw a very interesting teleportation device.

[Item: Anywhere Door]

Quality: Inferior

[Features: Can be used once a day, and can randomly teleport the user to a location, including parallel worlds]

[Postscript: This item is practically useless; it has already killed five owners. Can you imagine opening the door to find a bunch of ancient gods playing Dou Dizhu (a card game)?]

"This Anywhere Door prop looks like some kind of item that can randomly travel between the real world and the dungeon world?"

Bai Ge frowned. The side effects of this thing were truly astonishing. In other words, the moment you opened the door, you might be facing endless, scorching lava, or a surging, deep sea, or even accidentally travel to the lair of some higher-dimensional being. Given the current overall strength of Earth's players, they'd probably just swat a mosquito buzzing in their ear on the spot.

"No, wait a minute."

Bai Ge was about to stand up and leave, but he suddenly remembered another item he had obtained from Captain Wang Lu in the Sea of ​​No Light.

Moon phase gyroscope

It can accurately pinpoint the coordinates of any location, but the two items cannot work together and require modification.

So far, there are no shops on the flea market that offer modification services, so he thought of a fragment of a certain unreliable hellish demon. Perhaps he could use this guy's power to combine the two different powers into one and forge a new item.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when a wicked capitalist's idea suddenly popped into Bai Ge's head. He rested his chin on his hand and pretended to think, "But wait a minute, since I have fragments of hellish demon souls that can be used to forge items, why don't I make demons work for me?"

Chapter 152 Bilibili Premium Membership is My Life!

The demon soul fragment trapped in the nuclear radiation alchemy furnace initially carved a tally mark on the thick furnace wall every day, but this meaningless timekeeping was quickly abandoned. He didn't know how much time had passed since he was trapped in this hellish place. In fact, the souls imprisoned in hell began to mutate under the high-intensity baptism of radioactive uranium every day, showing a terrifying appearance with three heads and six arms.

The lid of the nuclear radiation alchemy furnace was opened, and the fragment of the demon lord's soul, who had been playing countless rounds of Happy Landlord with the souls of hell and was in a dazed and confused state, raised his head blankly and saw the long-lost sunlight. His eyes gleamed with a different kind of light.

It stretched out its longing hands, trying to touch the unreachable sunlight, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Come out, fragment of the demon lord's soul, I have something to say to you."

Bai Ge took a step back, and a fragment of a demon's soul appeared before him, its face sunken from torment and its eyes blank. At this moment, it had lost its previous arrogant madness and was now pitiful, bewildered and helpless, like a little kid who had done something wrong, hanging its head and waiting for its parents' scolding.

Looking at the listless, demonic soul in front of him, who resembled a patient suffering from depression for ten years, Bai Ge kindly asked, "I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

"No no no."