Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 831 Falling into Fire and Forgetting the Dao
[Note: The "Twilight Spy" mission has been changed.]

Although you risked your life and endured hardships to remain undercover, out of caution, the agents of the Fallen Twilight still did not fully trust you. Therefore, you had no choice but to return to Candlelight Island...

Please proceed to the Hall of Candlelight to find the Candle Keeper and claim your quest reward.

Looking at the mission notification that had reappeared in his sight, Wang Dao frowned.

Why did you bring me back?

"If I wait a little longer, I will see that the substitute god create another version of me."

why?
It's because your soul would be in danger if we didn't bring you back...

Roger thought to himself, however, he certainly couldn't tell the other party the truth about this matter. Even if Wang Dao was dissatisfied, he still had to bring the other party back.

Fortunately, although Wang Dao was rather temperamental and not entirely satisfied with the outcome, he was still a player after all. Since Ling Zhu had made such an arrangement, he could only suppress his frustration, receive the rather generous quest rewards, and leave for the time being.

The infiltration attempt by Wangdao ended in failure, and they could no longer obtain information through the Twilight Ark.

This is inextricably linked to the extraordinary caution of the god-givers of the Fallen Twilight.

But Rogge did not come away empty-handed.

When he was guiding the Dao of Oblivion, he sensed a strange power and aura. Although it was not malicious, its level was obviously not low.

If we can find some related information or objects in the future, we may be able to deduce its origin.

However, it seems that the matter of lurking in the Twilight of Fallen Flames has come to a temporary end...

……

The return of Wangdao naturally aroused great curiosity among the players, who discussed it endlessly in the group.

Storyteller: "What a pity, I thought Spirit Candle would design this questline to go up to the higher levels of Twilight Shroud and then trigger a series of events."

The storyteller said, "But unexpectedly, the Spirit Candle still chose the more realistic option. This generation of gods never fully believed in the Dao of Oblivion."

The storyteller marveled, for once again he saw the playfulness of the spirit candle give way to its realism.

After all, if such a questline really existed, regardless of whether it made sense or not, it would definitely be fun to play.

However, Lingzhu did not choose to do so.

Players in the group also expressed their agreement. People like Li Miao felt that this actually highlighted the intelligence of the villain "The God-Slayer," making it a good character portrayal.

Of course, some players disagree.

Wang Dao, on the other hand, stubbornly insisted on his own opinion.

The man sitting down added, "If the spirit candle hadn't insisted on pulling me back, I might have already gained the trust of the God-Supporter even more."

Indeed, if Rogge leaves it alone, as long as the God-Supporter doesn't want to kill him, the urn is truly safe, and perhaps after the matter is over, the other party will be able to completely trust him.

But clearly, Rogge had no intention of gambling with players' souls.

This naturally led some players to agree with Wangdao's opinion, believing that Lingzhu's storyline was a forced plot device, perhaps due to technical bottlenecks preventing the implementation of certain designs, thus resulting in the removal of this storyline and making the entire questline feel anticlimactic...

Of course, chatting is just chatting.

The game will definitely have to continue.

It just so happens that during this period of infiltration, Wang Dao has fallen behind in his progress quite a bit, and he needs to catch up quickly.

Fortunately, the rewards from the Candlekeeper's quest are quite generous, including a Fragment of Fire, which is rather kind.

With this help, Wangdao should be able to catch up with the main group's progress quickly.

……

however.

To everyone's surprise, the matter did not end there. Instead, it took an unexpected turn, venturing down a path no one had anticipated...

Inside the Hall of Fallen Flames at Dusk.

Dressed in blood-red robes and with a blood-red earthenware pot on his head, 'Wangdao' sat cross-legged in an empty room. In front of him were the God-Supporter, the White Pot, and the Ash Pot Fire-Dropping Envoy Kem.

"Wang Dao, I must remind you again, although you were born powerful, you are still a very young person. Using that power rashly would be a huge burden for you!"

The God-Supporter spoke in a deep voice.

What lay before him was 'Forgetting the Dao', but compared to the Forgetting the Dao of the Spirit Candle, perhaps it should be called 'Forgetting the Dao by Falling into Fire'.

Of course, this does not mean that he has served the Will of the Fallen Fire as wholeheartedly as the Gods and others, but rather that he has been drawn into the Twilight of the Fallen Fire.

Yes, even with all its might, the Spirit Candle's Path of Oblivion could only drift aimlessly in the Twilight Ark.

However, this Fallen Fire Forgotten Way was taken to the core of the Fallen Fire Twilight by the God-Supporter as soon as he was born, and was even personally taught to master his own power.

And Fallen Fire Forgotten Dao did not disappoint him. His talent was incredibly amazing, and he was born with a burning spirit, possessing the powerful strength of a Fire Saint.

Therefore, what the substitute god needs to do now is to teach the other party how to master their own power.

However, this is clearly not an easy task.

The personality of the one who falls into the fire and forgets the Dao is exactly the same as that of the one who forgets the Dao.

Despite being born only recently, he is completely unable to tolerate the presence of power within him that he cannot control.

He must tame it immediately, no matter the cost!

Doing so is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

But he remained stubborn, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

Compared to Wangdao, he seemed to be more extreme, and he often muttered words that even the substitute gods could not understand.

"The game is fake, but this place is real..."

"Is this the real world, a real game, or something else...?"

"All things in this world are illusions, all that can be seen is mere conjecture. I am the master, I am everything!"

"What is real, what is fake..."

"I am the truth! The only truth!"

"Get out of my way! This is my power! I will tame it completely!"

No one in the world can stop me!

Wang Dao screamed hoarsely, veins bulging on his face beneath the blood-red jar, his frenzied aura almost overflowing.

Upon hearing this, White Canned Food was instantly enraged. This guy was incredibly rude!
Even more rude than the real thing from Candlelight Island!

However, even though he was furious, he could only retreat in anger after seeing the eyes of the god-man.

With a deafening roar, a torrent of crimson light suddenly rose within the hall, staining everything in sight red, as if an endless sea of ​​blood had engulfed everything.

wow-

Blood poured down like a flood, instantly engulfing Wangdao's silhouette.

A terrifying aura of madness spread in all directions. White Canned Food was terrified and almost got hit, but fortunately, the God-Supporter raised his hand to block it, preventing the impact from spreading.

The god-man was also extremely excited at this moment.

"Indeed, his potential lies in his soul. Once he is no longer confined to that frail, ant-like body, his mad power will be perfectly manifested within him, an unparalleled fit..."

"Candlelight, you have buried him!"

"Go, conquer this power! Make it ours!"

The God-Slayer laughed heartily, seemingly infected by the terrifying aura of the sea of ​​blood.

While talking.

Suddenly, a roar that seemed inhuman erupted from the sea of ​​blood, as if it were obscured by the thick blood, sounding deep and terrifying.

At the same time, the flames of war escalated, and the blood at the top began to surge, congealing into a terrifying outline that was about to strike. But in the next moment, this terrifying outline suddenly vanished, replaced by a jagged ring formed from congealed blood.

At the same time, a familiar voice also appeared.

Ah...you seem to have grown quite a bit?"

The unknown being seemed surprised by the changes in 'Forgotten Path', but it quickly discovered the differences.

"No...no..."

The unknown visitors suddenly became quite interested.

Within the outline of the sea of ​​blood, a terrifying head, enveloped in crimson, cast its gaze outwards, seemingly seeing the God-Supporter not far away and the surrounding Fallen Twilight Palace.

"Ha ha……"

"Interesting……"

"Since that's the case... let's give it a try!"

It suddenly laughed, then manipulated its enormous form, pouring its power along with the raging sea of ​​blood into Wangdao's body.

"This is……"

The God-Supporter narrowed his eyes, seemingly having some understanding of the summoned being.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Because the desperate screams of the one who fell into the fire echoed throughout the entire hall.

The sea of ​​blood surged and churned, obscuring the view of what was happening within.

However, the screams of the one who had fallen into the fire quickly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the sea of ​​blood stopped churning.

Everything seemed to have come to an end.

A terrifying aura swept over us.

"Oh...it's you guys..."

"No wonder...no wonder..."

The enormous, blood-red head seemed to have figured something out.

The god's pupils constricted sharply, his heart filled with horror. This terrifying and powerful aura seemed to remind him of something, and he began to desperately mobilize the flames of war and his power.

However, this change came quickly and went quickly.

Because in the next instant, the enormous blood-red head exploded with a deafening roar, and the splattered blood quickly disappeared.

There was a snap.

The body of the Fallen Fire Forgotten Dao was already torn to pieces, its skin covered in cracks and dripping with blood.

Clearly, even in his current body, it was still far too difficult to fully embrace the unknown arrival of the invaders.

But the god-supplier secretly breathed a sigh of relief as the flames of war slowly subsided.

Fortunately, he doesn't sweat, otherwise he might be drenched in sweat and cold sweat right now.

Clearly, this turn of events was something he hadn't anticipated.

……

A tremendous change occurred at Dusk of the Fallen Flame.

On Candlefire Island, however, all was calm and peaceful.

Even Rogue, who had just finished dealing with a series of trivial matters, got some rare rest time after most players logged off for the holiday.

At this moment, Wowo and Xiaoluo were beside him, feasting on a pile of delicious food on the table. Most of it came from the Years of Prosperity, but some of it was made by Roger.

"Hao Chi! So Hao Chi!"

After a frantic eating session, Wowo finally felt full and let out a long sigh of relief.

"what……"

"Ah, this feels so good. Being able to enjoy delicious food is such a wonderful thing..."

Suddenly, WoWo realized that her life in the world of Lingzhu, which she had come to as a soul, was not as terrifying and oppressive as she had imagined. On the contrary, it was better than her life in real life.

Of course, this refers to physical aspects as well as some enjoyable ones.

Take eating, for example.

Although the "food" in the world of Spirit Candles ultimately comes from basic energy sources such as flame fuel and wax, it tastes no less delicious than food in the real world and can fully satisfy one's appetite.

Furthermore, because she is a spirit, she doesn't have to worry about gaining weight or getting diarrhea, which is incredibly wonderful.

You should know that she could only eat some tasteless liquid food and medicine before, so let alone the taste of delicious food, even chewing was difficult.

But now, none of those worries exist.

Moreover, this Candlekeeper is a very good person. He even makes himself continue doing what he used to do, and apart from needing to disguise himself as an AI, he is almost no different from before.

He did not allow himself to challenge those monsters or explore those bloody and terrifying places.

Of course, what she didn't know was that the reason Rogge didn't do that was simply because he felt that NPCs like them weren't as useful as players...

Use Snail to explore dungeons?

Only someone with a brain full of water would do something so stupid and thankless.

As the saying goes, when people are well-fed and warm, they start to think... When people are well-fed and warm, they start to have all sorts of wild thoughts.

After eating and drinking her fill, Wowo naturally thought of a question and couldn't help but ask it.

“By the way, Candlekeeper, I noticed that the language you speak is different from Nonia Burton's. Instead, it's the same language as ours. So, you…”

Roger did not tell the other party everything about himself.

When Wowo isn't stupid, the power of the spirit candle can translate quite well, but she's not deaf and is still very familiar with her own language.

At first, I didn't think much of it when I was "playing games".

After all, they are Candlekeepers, and they were the initial NPCs in this world from the very beginning. It's not difficult for them to understand their language, and it feels more welcoming.

But now that we know this is a real world.

So here's the question: why does he use the same language as the players? He's also from the player world.

Rogge did not hide this fact.

WoWo now belongs to Candlelight Island, so there's no possibility of any leaks. There's nothing wrong with confiding in someone.

"Yes, I also came from another time."

"But it might not be what you think, because the world I live in might just be similar to your real world, but it's not the same..."

"Rogge said calmly."

Admittedly, he was initially very happy when he found the player's origin, because it felt very familiar to him in every aspect.

However, as time went on, through his connection with the real world, he soon discovered the differences between his hometown and the real world where the players lived.

Therefore, although his memories of his past had become somewhat hazy over time, he still understood something.

That is... the world the players live in, not his real home.

So, strictly speaking, he is truly alone in this world...

(End of this chapter)