A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

The old man shook his head repeatedly: "Magic traps are impossible to guard against, young people can't be so reckless!"

The three people's concerns were indeed valid.

No one dares to gamble their four lives on the probability of a word game.

Faced with their strong opposition, Qianyu proposed a compromise.

"Okay, then I'll go alone."

“You guys stay on the rocky beach to provide backup. I’ll take the snake charm and go in to become invisible. Even if it really is a series of traps, I can easily escape on my own. Taking you guys along would just be a hindrance.”

This statement may be hurtful, but it is the absolute truth.

Jackie Chan, his father, and Jade looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a difficult internal struggle, they ultimately chose to trust Qianyu's abilities.

To ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Qianyu took away the rabbit talisman, the dog talisman, the pig talisman, and the snake talisman.

Including the sheep, tiger, and rat he brought with him, he now carried a total of seven talismans.

Time flew by amidst the crashing of the waves.

As soon as midnight struck

Alone, Qianyu used the cover of night to sneak up to the area around the tall outer wall of the Demon Castle.

According to information provided by Jackie Chan, the palace of the Holy Lord would be under strict lockdown every midnight.

All human servants in the castle must be evacuated.

It is said that if any unlucky soul dares to stay inside during this time, something ominous will definitely happen.

Qianyu inspected the dark exterior wall.

Sure enough, all the doors and windows that allowed people to enter had been sealed tightly, and even the huge fences used for ventilation had been covered with molten iron and welded shut.

The entire palace is now like an airtight iron turtle.

However, this conventional physical defense is practically useless against Qianyu in his current state.

A dark shadow rose rapidly from beneath his feet, and two ghostly ninjas with glowing red eyes silently knelt on one knee.

"Take me in," Qianyu ordered briefly.

Two ninjas grabbed Chiyu's arms, one on each side.

The next second, Qianyu felt everything go black.

When his vision returned, he had successfully crossed the thick outer wall and was now firmly planted on the corridor inside the castle.

Chapter 188 The Bed of Evil Gods

Qianyu sneaked into the room. The interior of the palace was a completely different world from a few hours ago. The luxurious bed from the daytime had been restored, but it was no longer recognizable as it had been.

As he stepped over the threshold, his foot landed on something soft. Looking down, he saw a dark red tentacle, as thick as a wrist, wriggling along the ground.

Chiyu moved her feet away and walked in the direction the tentacles extended.

These things were everywhere in the room.

From the ground, from the walls, from the ceiling, a dense network of fleshy vines intertwined, turning the entire palace into a giant cocoon of flesh and blood.

The cloying, pungent stench in the air was so strong here that it could practically churn one's internal organs into a mess.

Qianyu held the snake talisman, using the invisibility field to completely envelop herself.

He traced the tentacles back to their source and eventually pinpointed the origin to the large couch in the center of the room.

But after seeing the scene clearly...

Qianyu couldn't help but curse inwardly, her brows instantly furrowing into a tight knot.

At this moment, the Holy Lord was lying lifelessly on the bed, his dragon head slightly turned to the side, his limbs outstretched, in a posture almost indistinguishable from that of a normal sleeper.

But there was a hole in his chest.

To be precise, a gap the size of a bowl split open from the very center of the sternum outwards.

The edges of the opening turned outwards, revealing dark red flesh that flared and contracted irregularly, as if something was breathing.

Hundreds of tentacles emerged from this hole.

They surged from the Lord's chest, spread along the dragon's body to the bed, then climbed up the walls and ceiling, covering the entire bedroom, and eventually spread to the corridors and the whole palace.

This hellish scroll made Qianyu curse inwardly. She simply couldn't understand what kind of inhuman torture the Holy Lord had endured to become like this.

Seeing such a memorable scene that could drive anyone crazy and drain their sanity, normally Qianyu would have turned around without hesitation and used the Rabbit Talisman to slip away.

But thinking of the sixth rule on the note, he suppressed his nausea and bent down to get closer.

The rules say this is the best time.

Now that we're here, we can't just do nothing.

Moreover, he carries a dog talisman, so even if the sky falls, he won't die. The worst-case scenario is that he can flip the table and transform into Ultraman Tiga.

With this confidence, Qianyu squatted down beside the bed and focused her gaze on the terrifying cave entrance.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered a crucial detail.

These slimy tentacles did not mutate and grow from the Holy Lord's flesh or internal organs at all.

They were more like parasites, using the large hole in the Holy Lord's chest as a medium, similar to a teleportation portal.

Tentacles squeezed through the other end of the crack, passed through the Holy Lord's body, and spread outwards.

"This dragon has been used as a teleportation portal..."

Qianyu straightened up, took two steps back, and re-examined the entire scene.

The Holy Lord's dragon body lay limp on the bed, his breathing so shallow that the rise and fall of his chest was barely visible. His scarlet eyes on his dragon head were tightly closed, and the scales at the corners of his eyes were dry, cracked, and falling off.

This doesn't look like someone taking a nap; they're clearly drained.

During the day, the Holy Lord sat on his throne enjoying lunch, watching Valon dance, and ordering Jade to trim her nails, appearing quite arrogant.

But those actions now seem stiff and mechanical, like the movements of a marionette being pulled by strings.

This discovery left Chiyu completely baffled.

Logically speaking, the Holy Lord altered the history books and became the ruler of this world.

How could a demon who reshaped history be torn open alive and used as a springboard?

Qianyu stroked her chin, following this absurd logic.

The only explanation is that Shendu was ambushed by some terrifying being immediately after rewriting history.

Based on the Holy Lord's passive and abnormal behavior during the day, which resembled that of a puppet, Qian Yu concluded that it was most likely the latter.

He stared at the tentacles emerging from the cracks, and a thought instantly popped into his mind.

This thing looks exactly like the work of the evil god Gatanothor.

The clues in Qianyu's mind began to connect rapidly.

He recalled the ruins of R'lyeh and Camilla's dying words: a dark ruler lurked deep beneath the island, unable to be awakened for unknown reasons.

And then there was that roar from the deep sea that I heard in the Australian caves, the moment when the world was rewritten.

All the evidence points to that giant conch shell.

The case is solved! This thing is most likely the tentacle of the evil god Gatanothor!

Qianyu rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache, and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Holy Lord, Holy Lord. You went to great lengths to change the world, but the first thing you did after completing those changes was to provide a dowry for the evil god."

In the real world, this guy was impossible to wake up, but the foolish dragon, the Holy Lord, went and fiddled with the Book of History, which instead woke up this true god. It even led the evil god to follow the clues and use his body as a springboard to descend into reality.

The "He" mentioned in the rules, the one that absolutely cannot attract attention, is undoubtedly this deep-sea conch.

The Lord's unusual behavior during the day also makes sense; he didn't become like this voluntarily, he was parasitized.

All the actions shown during the day, whether it was chasing or stopping, were manipulated by Gatanothor behind the scenes.

Qianyu took a deep breath.

The current situation is far more complicated than he had anticipated.

Although it is still unclear how exactly Shendu was killed by the evil god the moment he finished altering history, it is certain that this ancient demon has now completely become Gatanothor's flesh and blood puppet and marionette.

In a sense, the Holy Lord himself was also a victim.

Although Chiyu felt no sympathy for this assessment.

But now the problem is also very clear.

If the Holy Lord is left unchecked, the evil god will continue to pollute the real world through this physical channel.

Those tentacles that spread throughout the palace were just an appetizer; the real entity was on the other side of the crack.

To completely cut off this disgusting source, Qianyu did not hesitate and decisively activated the Pig Talisman.

"I hope you can reflect on your stupidity while you're in hell."

Two crimson beams of light shot out from Qianyu's eye sockets and precisely pierced the bloody hole in the Holy Lord's chest.

The red light shone on the edge of the spatial rift, and the high temperature instantly evaporated the flesh and blood around the opening.

The tentacles that were pushing outward contracted violently as if they had been scalded, and clumped back into the depths of the crack.

Qianyu didn't stop, but increased her output. The two beams of light changed from crimson to pale white, lasting for nearly ten seconds before finally destroying the passage.

As the opening that served as a springboard was completely destroyed, the tentacles, having lost their source, stopped wriggling at the same instant.

Chapter 189 Heading to Australia

All the small mouthparts closed at the same time, and the dark red fleshy vines quickly dried up from their fresh state, hanging on the walls and ceiling like dried seaweed, crumbling into powder at the slightest touch.

The Holy Lord's enormous body, which had long been drained of its life force, seemed to have lost all its support.