CHAPTER 415: CHAPTER 333: DOOMSDAY LAND_2

Not only did the game character witness this exaggerated anomaly, but as a player, Yang Qizhou experienced it as well. The Star Realm seemed to overlap with the Real World, and the symbols representing "nature" were all illuminated. The brilliance was almost blinding, exaggerating the anomaly to the point where even the stars themselves paled in comparison. Additionally, the indescribable shadow—both one and infinity; containing everything—was vividly visible.

"As expected,"

"When it involves levels beyond the pillar, the game character’s experiences manifest onto the player’s reality as well."

Despite his efforts to remain composed, Yang Qizhou couldn’t suppress the tension that arose in his heart from witnessing such an overwhelming scene.

He initially thought the anomaly would fade away like a receding tide, but after what seemed like ages, the symbols representing "nature" within the Star Realm continued to gleam and showed no signs of diminishing.

Yang Qizhou glanced at Mr. Death and noticed his calm demeanor. He was still focused on the phone screen, occasionally observing Yang Qizhou’s expression with a sidelong glance. This triggered a suspicion in Yang’s mind, "It seems the anomaly caused by the ’King of Nature’ breaking through the pillar level is visible only to deities who resonate with the ’Star Realm’ and illuminate its corresponding constellations."

Yang Qizhou kept the matter of the King of Nature’s breakthrough to himself; there was no need to inform Mr. Death.

Returning his attention to the phone, Yang continued refreshing the game.

...

"You possess deep mystical knowledge and have once utilized ’Destiny Revelation’ for deceit. You know very well that favor can be deceptive and might conceal terrifying horrors. With this clarity, you quickly composed yourself, stepped forward, and reached out toward the treasure."

"It was almost simultaneously,"

"The tempest receded like a tide, revealing a scene that echoed mythology bleeding into reality. It gradually faded away, showing lightning interwoven, and the colossal Elf of wind, thunder, and rain, returning to its throne once more."

"The ’Wind Lord’ seemingly foresaw the King of Nature’s breakthrough and the terrible events to come, promptly withdrawing from the realm."

"Suddenly, the terrifying emerald-green hue engulfed the world; ’Nature’s’ symbols repressed other rules, eroded the Real World—wind, calamity, darkness, and other laws underpinning the universe began dissipating."

"In that moment, a familiar ethereal voice whispered beside your ear... The blasphemous wizard burdened with ’destiny,’ the King of Nature has now integrated symbols beyond the pillar boundaries. Amidst enduring the erosion inflicted by ’Divinity’ curses, the vast reservoir of Old Sacrifice accumulated over its millennia-long reign in the Radiant Kingdom over the Old Earth ensures five minutes of self-preservation. I’ve done my best; whether you can withstand what lies ahead depends entirely on you."

"After a pause, ’Itas’ continued... I was doubtful why you chose such a perilous place. Now, it’s clear you foresaw this scenario... ’Destiny,’ wasn’t it? Truly worthy of the symbol wielded by the ’Lord of Blasphemy.’"

"This didn’t sound like something a ’Blasphemy Wizard King’ would say,"

"You pondered briefly and then noticed the once-lustrous [Hidden Wizard King’s Notebook] dimming. Clearly, ’Itas’ had cloaked herself in secrecy. Whether she had left remained uncertain."

"At the same moment,"

"The King of Nature, having surpassed the pillar level and undergoing transformation toward a higher existence, shattered through the dense obstacles woven by the Hidden Wizard King Itas almost instantly, manifesting above you like a natural disaster."

"Boundless and all-encompassing, it carried the might of every ’natural’ concept in the universe, cascading toward you with a force that transcended spatial and temporal confines, surging furiously behind you."

"A venomous, hateful, terrifying, and insane voice reached your ears... Die, ’Lord of Blasphemy’; your roots will be crushed, and all your arrangements for return will turn to nothingness."

"There was no time left."

"Feeling the overwhelming natural force surging at your back—a power beyond the pillar level capable of obliterating everything—you glanced at the Disaster Furnace before you, your heart brimming with deep regret and your gaze reflecting faint traces of despair."

"But just as the ’Natural Torrent’ was about to engulf you, time and space froze for an almost imperceptible moment, halting the rampaging natural aura completely."

"This is a chance."

"You wouldn’t dare miss the opportunity. Your hand instantly touched the treasure, transforming it into the Disaster Furnace, one of the ’Five Great Sacrificial Artifacts of Doomsday.’ Without hesitation, you murmured in the quickest voice... The wielder of Doomsday, great Nameless Lands, I need your aid."

"The next second,"

"Your vision turned entirely crimson."

...

In reality,

Yang Qizhou was drenched in cold sweat, with tingling nerves and a difficult swallow.

Although he had anticipated that the King of Nature’s breakthrough might enable its power to breach the boundary between ’game’ and ’reality,’ he hadn’t expected it to be so brutal. At the same time as the natural torrent threatened to engulf the game character from the text-based reality, a terrifying natural flood materialized above the planet within the Real World, threatening to drown it entirely.

This was observed through Yang Qizhou’s spiritual ability to perceive beyond ordinary sight, while the world’s average people remained oblivious.

"The world almost met its end because of me. Indeed, the emergence of the ’Deceit World’ isn’t a blessing for this place but rather a harbinger of impending disaster."

"Fortunately, the game character successfully touched the ’Disaster Furnace’ just now."

"Otherwise, this fragile planet might have been crushed into cosmic dust by the ’Power of Nature.’"

Muttering to himself, Yang Qizhou was still overcome with lingering fear. He had considered stopping the text refresh to delay the storyline’s progression. Yet, once events impacted the Real World, the game text began refreshing autonomously, accelerating the plot.

Thank heavens,

The imagined catastrophe didn’t ultimately occur.

Yang Qizhou mulled things over, then redirected his focus to another matter, murmuring to himself, "The brief suspension of time and space—the fleeting obstruction to the ’Power of Nature’—was what allowed the game character to successfully touch the ’Disaster Furnace.’ This shouldn’t have been a mere coincidence... Could there be some Hidden force intervening? To hinder the King of Nature, who had already surpassed the pillar level, such a being would need equal or higher standing... perhaps remnants of the ’Lord of Blasphemy’ design... or intervention from other Nameless Lands?"

Yang Qizhou considered several possibilities, concluding that the latter seemed likelier.

After all, the ’Dream Realm’—one of the Nameless Lands—had already explicitly aligned its blessings with his game character. Though, according to Grand Bai, the Dream Realm Sovereign sustained significant damage during the battles against the Beautiful pillar deity, making it difficult for direct interference in the Real World. Then again, what if?

As for the ’Lord of Blasphemy’...

The deity might have been powerful when alive, commanding the Old Earth and radiating power to the edge of the cosmos. But in death, even carefully laid plans seemed insufficient to prevent forces at the pillar-surpassing level.

After sorting through these thoughts, Yang Qizhou focused his mind and, with a heavy heart, turned his attention to the phone at hand.

The text continued to refresh.

...

"Your vision became an unbroken expanse of crimson, with crumbling buildings, desolate lands strewn with corpses, and flames billowing with the stench of sulfur. You seemed to have arrived in the ’Doomsday Era,’ where everything you saw was utterly devoid of life."

"One of the Four Indescribable Lands,"

"the Doomsday Land."

"You survived? It seems the Doomsday Land intervened to save you... You felt a vague understanding, a nascent clue forming in your mind."

"At that moment, strands of gray intertwined, forming the image of an angel. This being bore only three pairs of wings—hardly comparable to the Order Lord’s extravagantly hundred-and-twenty-eight-winged majesty. Holding a horn, flames raged behind its figure,"

"A deep voice spoke,"

"It’s hard to believe that the ’Dream’ chose you."