absurd deduction game.

The moment the performer appeared, Yu Xing's nerves skipped a beat.

He sensed a sweet aroma completely different from that of the ancient gods, and the instinct of the Ghost Trees to devour each other was revealed at this moment, stirring restlessly.

Fortunately, Yu Xing's aversion to entertainers quickly took over, and the food suddenly lost its appeal.

He looked at that smiling face, and his gaze darkened.

“So you were waiting here after all,” he said, his voice still hoarse and cold from the excitement.

“Of course.” The performer tilted his head slightly, his posture relaxed, as if he were just having a casual chat. “If I did nothing, you would probably think that I had been possessed by something, wouldn’t you?”

As he spoke, the lush, moist green moss that had sprouted from beneath his feet seemed to come alive, beginning to climb up the black mud flowing across the surface of the altar.

The black mud, like snow exposed to the scorching sun, quickly melted and faded, silently swallowed up by the moss. The moss became even darker, with a hint of an ominous dark green.

More moss surged up, like tiny emerald snakes, nimbly coiling around the melting, now-unrecognizable container.

In essence, moss and branches are the same; they come from the Ghost Tree and absorb all nutrients, almost as a primal instinct.

At the same time, the dark red runes on the altar floor, which were strangely fused with blood and black mud, suddenly began to slowly rotate and reverse their positions!

The "container" entangled in moss slowly detached from the altar surface under the influence of an invisible force.

It was lifted into the air, upside down, like a reversed, upside-down doll.

The black mud that had not yet been completely swallowed by the moss was affected by gravity and the reversed runes, and slowly, viscously dripped and gathered from the feet toward the head, creating a bizarre and blasphemous scene.

In the center of the black mud, those nebula-like eyes remained open, calmly watching the performer.

The hollow voice carried the gurgling sound of viscous liquid churning:

"You and him... are the same thing."

"You come from above?"

"So, this star has already been locked onto by you..."

Neither Yu Xing nor the musician answered.

The ancient god mistook them for unfamiliar deities, believing they had invaded the planet ahead of time. Therefore, after being summoned, He encountered a divine war.

There's no need to explain the actual reason; the ancient gods wouldn't understand the existence of dungeons anyway.

The performer's gaze fell on Yu Xing, and the enigmatic smile on his face deepened, revealing a hint of feigned apology: "I'm so sorry to have disturbed your meal. But I have no intention of turning against you, in this instance... we've always been on the same path."

He paused, his tone light, as if discussing what to have for dinner: "However, we still need to...discuss who will 'kill' Him, and who will own the remains He left behind after His death."

Although it was supposed to be a discussion, the moss beneath his feet, along with the blood-red runes that were rotating in reverse, suddenly shone brighter.

An invisible binding force field and reverse pollution are attempting to sever the connection that Yu Xing established between the branches and the container, while simultaneously penetrating and controlling the black mud itself more deeply.

He's going to rob us outright.

"You want to take it back to study?" Yu Xing stared at him, speaking slowly with a knowing coldness in her voice.

Should have thought of it earlier.

In the city of terror, the actor showed interest in the monster in the clock tower, a fusion of flesh and machinery, and cooperated fully throughout the journey in order to obtain experimental materials.

So, in the Yorikef copy, the actor's scheme was quite elaborate; couldn't it also be for the purpose of experimental materials?
However, the material's status is so astonishing that it requires a lot of effort to produce.

Now is the time to reap the rewards.

The actor's eyes crinkled as if he had received a compliment: "As expected of the young master, you guessed it right away."

Yu Xing didn't reply, but quickly assessed the situation in her mind.

The ancient god is too "powerful" for him to expect the entertainers to have nothing at all; that's unrealistic.

But we cannot let the actors succeed easily.

This guy is already unfathomable. If he were to discover something from this ancient god and gain even greater power, it would only make things more troublesome.

Anything that could potentially strengthen the opponent must be stopped at all costs. All he can do is seize as much as he can!

In the blink of an eye, the cursed branches around Yu Xing suddenly trembled!
More robust branches burst forth from the soil, coiling around the upside-down black mud like giant pythons, directly confronting and vying with the moss growing on the ground.

Yu Xingneng could sense that, following the wisp of consciousness that was temporarily trapped and was being contested by him and the actor, the "passage" still existed, even though it had become sluggish and chaotic due to the actor's interference and the change in the container's form.

Ghost Tree's insatiable greed is spreading wildly upwards along this "channel," attempting to pull down more "nutrients" from the depths of the starry sky.

At the same time, the moss in the performer's body also exhibited strange abilities.

Fine, almost mycelium-like emerald green threads are silently seeping into the interior of that upside-down mass of black mud.

They did not destroy the structure of the black mud; instead, they wove it together.

Using moss as a guide, within that mass of black mud composed purely of filth and fragments of ancient god's will, outline, fill, and simulate a network resembling human blood vessels.

The fine threads continue to extend inward, forming blurred outlines of organs and constructing a complex morphology of brain sulci and gyri...

He was using moss to conceptually reshape the ancient god's consciousness, which had long lost its human form, into a human body framework.

As this false human physiological structure, made of moss, gradually takes shape inside the black mud, this carrier of consciousness seems to be forcibly pulled closer to the concept of "human" and further away from the category of "god" on a certain level of rules.

To the ancient gods, "human beings" were fragile vessels, temporary shells, and containers that could be discarded at any time.

But now, this physical form has become too deeply entangled with His consciousness. Once it is further confined, the difficulty for this wisp of His consciousness to break free and return to His original form increases dramatically!
Just like it's harder for water to evaporate from a sponge than from a smooth glass surface.

The performer is transforming this lump of black mud into a mossy sponge filled with fragments of His consciousness.

The crimson giant eye in the sky and the blood moon, corroded by black roots, simultaneously emitted even more violent tremors and silent roars.

The main body could clearly sense the predicament of the wisp of consciousness below; a part of it was being fought over by two greedy thieves, and it was enraged. The god completely abandoned its last shred of restraint.

Om-! ! !
An indescribable, vast, chaotic, and blasphemous torrent of will descended from the blood moon, from the giant eye, and from the depths of the starry sky!

The divine realm, a corner of the starry hell represented by the ancient gods in the true sense, began to forcibly overlap with the real-world town of Yorickf, regardless of the cost.

Outside the church, the streets, houses, trees, rivers... everything was visibly distorted.

The stone pavement softened and crept, sprouting pale, skeletal branches.

Huge, blinking eyes appeared on the walls, dripping pus, and the air became thick, filled with a mixture of sulfur, ozone, and the sweet, rotten smell of flesh.

Countless indescribable, translucent shadows emerged and wandered in the distorted light, emitting unintelligible shrieks or murmurs.

The indescribable pollution surged down like a burst dam, directly impacting the fundamental rules of matter and spirit, and exhibiting strong alienating characteristics.

Even Yu Xing and the actors felt the pressure of this sudden surge in pollution.

They weren't exactly normal people to begin with, but ever since they developed mental illness, they've been incredibly energetic every day.

They have a high resistance to conventional mental pollution, but at this moment, this kind of rule-based pollution that directly rewrites the form of existence is still beginning to show its traces on them.

On Yu Xing's exposed skin, a fine, fish-scale-like black keratin layer began to appear, with tiny cracks appearing in some places, revealing rotating secondary eyeballs inside.

A narrow opening quietly appeared on the side of his neck, revealing worm-like teeth that opened and closed silently.

The ends of several thinner cursed branches differentiated into structures resembling insect arthropods or slippery tentacles.

The actor also underwent changes. The fabric at the hem of his well-tailored suit rippled, extending out several damp, dark green, tentacle-like appendages with suction cups. The skin around his cheeks was slightly translucent, revealing tiny, leech-like creatures slowly wriggling beneath.

Their consciousness remained clear, even colder and sharper, but their bodies were forced to adapt to, or even briefly "accept," this utter anomaly from the stars.

In other words, they are out of control.

The blood moon in the sky, that huge sphere that looked like a festering wound, suddenly contracted and collapsed inwards in the areas on its surface that had been eroded by black roots, and then... it opened up!
This is not a metaphor.

On the surface of the moon, a terrifying, bottomless maw, spanning hundreds of kilometers, has been ripped open, filled with layers upon layers of sharp teeth!
Deep within the gigantic maw swirled darkness and starlight, emanating a suction force that devoured everything.

It snapped its jaws shut and lunged at the black roots of the ghostly trees clinging to its surface. The sharp teeth scraped against the tough branches with a sickening screech, sending black debris and slime flying everywhere.

Not only that.

On the dark sky surrounding the blood moon, one, two, three... more and more "stars" of various shapes began to appear.

They were approaching at a terrifying speed, their light twisted and chaotic, reflecting off the blood moon and turning the entire sky into a mad, blasphemous, and despairing palette.

This is... a true apocalyptic scene.

The malevolent stars from the depths of the cosmos seem to have been summoned by the ancient god, and they are determined to completely submerge this small, fragile area under their domain!
The terrifying sense of oppression caused the pale gold barrier of the church below to sway violently, its light flickering erratically.

Even Yu Xing and the musicians felt a bit short of breath, as if the mass of the entire space was increasing wildly, threatening to crush everything.

On the altar, neither Yu Xing nor the musician showed any sign of panic.

Yu Xing even temporarily slowed down his struggle for the black mud. He moved one hand to his abdomen, and through his clothes, his fingertips touched the water-ripple-like ticket mark.

The brand pulsated with warmth, as if responding to the madness of the outside world, or as if waiting for his call.

He was about to call Him over.

Although His appearance and thoughts are uncontrollable each time He appears, and He may show terrifying malice towards him, only He can quickly end all of this, and even prevent the actor from getting the "materials".

Just as Yu Xing slightly tightened her fingertips, preparing to activate the brand—

"Oh?" The actor seemed to have noticed something. He looked at the spot where Yu Xing's hand was pressed, and the usual smile on his face faded for a moment. A quick and deep darkness flashed in his eyes.

"There are quite a few 'things' that have left their mark on the young master." He said softly, his tone still gentle, yet it inexplicably sent chills down one's spine.

The moss beneath his feet suddenly spread out at that moment. Part of it continued to compete with Yu Xing's branches for the black mud, while the other part, like a green tide, rapidly spread upwards along Yu Xing's thickest cursed branches that connected to the sky!
The moss and black branches came into contact and intertwined, but instead of repelling each other, they strangely merged and coexisted.

The moss covered the branches with a slippery, corrosive outer membrane, and together they launched an attack on the giant mouth on the surface of the blood moon and the approaching "stars". They corroded the moon's surface, wrapped around and stabbed the approaching luminous objects, creating a chaotic and terrifying scene.

Yu Xing frowned deeply.

The performer seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled, “You’ve forgotten that our power comes from the same source. In addition to the instinct to devour each other, we are also born with the ability to merge and coexist. It’s just that no one has ever told you this before.”

Yu Xing: "...Bad luck."

The strange phenomena in the sky grew increasingly violent, the stars drew ever closer, the oppressive atmosphere almost materialized, and the aura of destruction filled every inch of space.

The two people on the altar, one preparing to summon the gaze of a higher dimension, and the other using the power of fusion to erode the sky, both knew that they had to race against time to make the situation more favorable to themselves.

At this tense moment...

In the corner of the attic, Carlos, who had been leaning against the wall, pale-faced and struggling to maintain spatial isolation, suddenly twitched his nose.

He smelled a peculiar odor.

A scent that stood out starkly against the surrounding filth, blood, and madness—dry, warm, carrying the aroma of sunshine and earth… the scent of wheat.

Immediately afterwards, several golden, shimmering wheat ears, like sunlight condensed, appeared out of thin air, fluttering and landing on his shoulders and hands.

A voice resounded directly in the depths of his mind.

The voice seemed to belong to a human woman, yet it was also like the rustling of wind through a wheat field, mixed with the steady pulse of the earth—gentle, profound, carrying boundless inclusiveness and the compassionate love accumulated over the years, yet containing an undeniable divine majesty.

He said:

"Carlos, I've come as promised." (End of Chapter)