Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 830 Another Me
Since arriving at Twilight Ark.

Forget the Way's gameplay experience becomes completely different from other players.

A large number of game tips and information were lost, and there was no way to communicate with other players in the game. All I could do all day was face the people and monsters on Twilight Ark.

This has led to Wangdao rarely appearing among the prison players anymore, and many players have even forgotten that there was ever such a prison player on Candlefire Island.

However, he can still go offline by temporarily falling asleep, and during this time he will communicate with the storytellers and provide information about the Fallen Twilight to Candlefire Island.

However, since he still hadn't entered the core layer of the Fallen Twilight, this information wasn't that important.

Wang Dao couldn't do anything about it, but he didn't care too much; he quite liked his current lifestyle.

Chi Chi Chi!
The fangs spun at high speed, brutally tearing flesh apart like serrated teeth, sending up bursts of blood and bits of meat that landed on Wang Dao's ferocious and excited face.

Beneath him lay a hideous monster, howling in agony from the intense pain.

"You like to look at people sideways, huh?"

"Then you can walk at an angle from now on, hahaha!"

"This is so relaxing..."

Wang Dao's hands didn't stop moving; beneath the blood-red can, a relaxed smile appeared.

Wang Dao's bloodthirsty and cruel appearance was witnessed by everyone around him, who all retreated in fear.

During his time on the Twilight Ark, this devil would randomly select some "lucky ones" to torment at regular intervals, which he called "decompression" in his own words.

Such indiscriminate madness, even on the Twilight Ark where talents abound, would make him a complete lunatic, and no one would want to provoke him.

However, in Wang Dao's own view...

He did this for better disguise and covert operations.

Although he didn't know much about this, he didn't fully accept the storyteller's advice because he felt that the storyteller was also a novice.

It's better to just do whatever makes you happy.

"Forget the Dao!"

Just as he was having a great time, a white canned head popped out.

“Come to the old place, the God’s representative wants to see you.”

"Hurry."

Watching the other person tormenting someone again, White Canned Food felt very uncomfortable. This madman was really unpleasant to watch.

This guy has made a complete mess of Twilight Ark... even though this place wasn't exactly a benevolent place to begin with.

Anyway, White Canned Food really disliked Wang Dao, and even felt that it was a mistake to have suggested that he turn the other party against him.

However, the God-Supporter admired him, and although he had offered his opinions, he still couldn't change the God-Supporter's mind.

"Oh, just a moment."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dao remained unconcerned.

"One last thing."

Ignoring the monster's pleas for mercy, he reached out and forcefully pressed his fingers into its eye socket, slowly correcting its eyeballs amidst its shrill screams.

"knock off."

"Since you have something to do, I'll let you off the hook today."

Wang Dao shook off the blood plasma from his hands and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

Although his eyeballs popped out, at least they're upright now.

After being subjected to such inhuman torture, the monster's first action was neither to angrily curse nor to turn and run for its life, but to say "thank you".

After all, those unlucky souls who hoped to be caught by Wang Dao almost always ended up having their wages "taken away" after being tortured.

But at least he's still alive.

Wang Dao ignored the other person and turned to walk towards the cellar of the Twilight Ark.

Seeing him turn around, a group of monsters and some stray flames lowered their heads, their bodies trembling, silently praying that this madman wouldn't target them.

However, Wang Dao is too lazy to bother with them now.

……

Looking at that familiar figure waiting for me with his back turned.

Wang Dao showed no reverence whatsoever and asked directly, "So, God-Supporter, has the fragment of the Flame I requested been found?"

He guessed that the other party came because of the "surprise" promised last time, and since he had mentioned many requirements regarding strength, he felt that the other party was more likely to give him the Fragment of the Flame.

Seeing his rudeness, White Canned Food was very unhappy, but he tolerated it, since it wasn't the first time. The God-Supporter didn't care at all.

"Ha ha……"

"The Fragment of the Flame is indeed a good thing."

The deity slowly turned around, holding a strange, ancient earthenware jar in his hand, which looked somewhat like a jar used to hold ashes.

"But this thing is even more interesting..."

"What is this thing?" Wang Dao frowned slightly, unable to discern any clues from it.

But he guessed it was probably a prop or a weapon.

However, the God-Supporter did not directly answer his question, but instead brought up another topic.

“Wang Dao, you should know that I have always admired you... You are a very interesting guy, and I even think you are qualified to be my friend.”

The god-supplier offered a few words of praise, but soon a hint of regret crept into his voice, and the tone of his words shifted.

"It's a pity... you weren't born from fire, but from candlelight."

"Even though I trust you so much, you still have the potential to fall into the fire and steal the fuel."

"But you still lack that innate qualification, and the traces of candlelight still remain on you, which cannot be completely removed."

The voice of the god-speaker was filled with regret.

Meanwhile, the white canned food was increasingly pleased as he listened. As expected of his God-representative, his unparalleled wisdom and prudence were truly admirable.

Ha... I guess I only fooled half of it after all...

Wang Dao felt a little regretful, but this was within his expectations.

Judging from this NPC's behavior, he is indeed not stupid. If the other party really led him into the core layer of the Fallen Twilight just like that, it would be a joke.

"In the end, it's because the power of your Fallen Will is too weak."

"If the power were stronger, wouldn't it be able to completely eliminate it?"

Wang Dao sneered, and then said something very bold.

"To be honest, I'm starting to regret coming here."

"Although I have to pretend to be annoying on the side of the candlelight, at least my strength has actually increased."

"How dare you!" White Canned Food roared in fury. "You bastard, how dare you spout such nonsense about the will of the fallen fire..."

Before he could finish speaking, the God-Supporter raised his hand to stop him.

Seeing this, the white canned food, though unwilling, could only shut its mouth.

The God-Supporter gently stroked the urn of ashes in his hand: "What you say may seem arrogant, but it is indeed the truth. Strength is the fundamental factor that determines everything..."

"However, it's not important to talk about these things now."

At this point, the God-Supporter chuckled softly, picked up the urn in his hand, and explained the function of this mysterious object.

"Although you can't fully become one of us."

"But if it were another version of you, that would be fine..."

"Come, Wangdao, as long as you put everything you have into it, another you will be born. At that time, he will become another you, joining the great will of the fallen flames..."

"How about it, do you want to try it?"

The God-Supporter chuckled softly.

It seems that the urn-like object in his hand can replicate Wangdao's body and soul, thus creating a new Wangdao.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing is extremely dangerous, since no one can guess whether the God-Supporter's words are true or false; perhaps it's just an excuse. But for Wangdao, this matter…

"Interesting……"

Wang Dao grinned, then bent over, his smile gradually becoming wilder, until tears streamed down his face.

But after he finished laughing, he tilted his head.

No one can replace me.

"But since it's such an interesting thing, it would be a real shame not to give it a try..."

After saying that, he walked straight forward.

The god-man also laughed, which was precisely what he admired most about the other party.

Then, following his instructions, Wang Dao reached out his hand towards the dark opening of the jar.

The next moment, his entire body was twisted under the force of the urn, and he was effortlessly drawn into it like a line...

After Wangdao finally entered it.

The already horrified White Canned Food finally couldn't help but speak up: "Your Excellency, this... this could be from that place..."

The god calmly closed the lid on the jar.

"Ah."

He responded with a faint sound, but did not offer any further explanation.

"Sir, I don't understand, why?" The white canned food looked a little anxious: "This is a ticket to the new world, something so precious, how can we give him one..."

The god-man raised his hand again to interrupt him.

This subordinate's loyalty is beyond question, but he talks too much.

"Let's just consider this an experiment."

"It can be seen as a reward for his previous efforts and... a final test."

The god's eyes were deep; the origin of this urn seemed to be quite extraordinary.

Upon hearing his words, Bai Guantou breathed a sigh of relief, having come to understand some of the other party's thoughts. After offering a respectful apology, he said no more.

……

at the same time.

Rogge, who was busy on Candlefire Island, suddenly stopped and then frowned, as if he had noticed something extraordinary.

"So they haven't completely let their guard down after all..."

"It seems that truly infiltrating their ranks is still too difficult..."

Roger sighed and shook his head slightly.

This failure was within his expectations.

After all, the leader of the Fallen Twilight is a cunning old fox among the top forces, not some fool who does stupid things on a whim.

As long as the imprint in Wangdao's soul is not completely eliminated, Fallen Fire Twilight will never be able to put his mind at ease.

Of course, it is undeniable that the God-Supporter greatly admires Wang Dao.

"In that case, let's come back."

Without hesitation, Rogge made his decision immediately.

Although he could indeed choose to leave the forgotten soul there to experience unknown changes in order to gain the other party's trust.

However, he has to be responsible for each and every one of his players.

Therefore, he cannot put the player's soul in danger.

Even if withdrawing Wangdao would render his infiltration during the Twilight of Fallen Flames futile, and might even prevent him from ever infiltrating again, he still had to do it.

……

In the urn.

Wang Dao saw only darkness and a strange sensation enveloping his entire body, as if trying to explore every corner of his body.

But soon, he felt a familiar force begin to pull him away, as if trying to free him from that strange power.

This immediately made Wang Dao realize something.

"Go away!"

Wang Dao began to subconsciously resist.

What he resisted was not the strange feeling, but... the candlelight.

Yes, he was resisting the candlelight.

"Don't get in my way!"

"I want to see if this thing can actually create another version of me!"

Wang Dao's heart twisted with malice. His resistance at this moment was not feigned. He understood very well that this most likely meant that his mission had failed, and that he would never be able to see what the God-Slayer had ultimately created.

However, he ultimately could not resist the pull of the candlelight.

However, his struggles and resistance did not seem to be entirely meaningless...

……

A thick layer of ash suddenly fell onto the urn.

In just a moment, the original dusty, rustic urn became a brand new earthenware jar, even looking somewhat like ceramic.

Seeing this, the one who represented the god smiled.

He placed the urn on the ground and opened the lid.

The mouth of the jar remained dark and deep.

The white canned food was also staring intently, as if anticipating something.

click!
With a crisp crack, a small crack suddenly appeared in the can.

The next moment, the entire urn shattered with a roar, breaking into countless fragments that turned into ash and disappeared.

What came into view was a human man who was extremely familiar to the two of them, but who was completely naked.

"This...sir, is it a success?" White Canned Food asked with some surprise.

But a hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the god-man.

Sure enough, the candlelight still held a profound influence on his warriors, proving his guess was correct.

However, he did not feel that Wang Dao was deceiving him; it should only be a one-sided action by the candlelight.

Otherwise, the urn wouldn't have cracked open, and a new yet familiar person wouldn't have emerged from it.

Upon arriving in this world, the man who looked exactly like Wang Dao seemed very curious about everything, examining his own hands and body with a puzzled expression.

The crimson flames of war flickered on his chest, and the terrifying power of the divine fire began to take over unconsciously, while a low murmur gradually spread...

Upon seeing this, the white canned food's expression changed drastically: "Hey, stop!"

The substitute god remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the pressure. He produced a blood-red can from who-knows-where and, under the other's gaze, placed it on his head.

The blood-red cans seemed to possess some kind of mystical power, or perhaps a divine agent was working behind the scenes.

In short, his near-rampaging power was quickly calmed down.

"Hmm... another me?"

"Interesting... Really interesting..."

"Hehe... Hahahaha..."

'Forget the Way' laughed wildly, and inspired by the blood-red can, he gradually understood everything.

Seeing this, the God-Supporter patted him on the shoulder and chuckled in a deep voice: "Welcome to your rightful place, Forgetful Dao."

(End of this chapter)