Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 121 You Might as Well Call It the Ultimate Insult
【drop! 】

The cold, emotionless mechanical voice arrived as expected, like a death knell tolling deep within his eardrums.

Chen Baiyu's lips twitched uncontrollably.

He could "see" the virtual interface forcibly pop up in his field of vision.

[Preliminary fusion product of 'Elemental Chaos Crucible (Residual Version)' and 'Dew of the Curse of All Things' detected!]

【The Shattered Crucible of Chaotic Elements (Remnant Version) - This is the embers of a failed experiment by an abyssal alchemist, a collection of remnants of 'Abyssal Roots' (Houttuynia cordata), 'Dragon's Breath Crystal Petals' (garlic), 'Earth Vein Scorching Stars' (Sichuan peppercorns), 'Pale Bewitching Leaves' (cilantro), and 'Infernal Eye Crystals' (onions), all corrupted by raging magic. Its color is murky like unsolidified asphalt, and its sediment resembles cursed sludge from otherworldly decay.】

The Dew of Myriad Hexes is neither water nor honey, but an essence forcibly fused from a variety of forbidden extracts, including the juice of 'Bewitching Grass' (coriander), extract of 'Filthy Root Nodules' (houttuynia cordata), 'Furious Seeds' (Sichuan pepper powder extract), 'Soul-Devouring Crystal Stems' (onion juice), and 'Sulfur Flower Stamens' (garlic juice). Its aroma is chaotic and turbulent, like a thousand curses piercing the nasal cavity. The initial scent is a pungent and violent provocation, followed by a stench of decay and a bizarre fragrance that can cause dizziness.

[You have triggered the advanced quest - Trial of the Blasphemy God III]

[Mission Completion Condition: Immediately drink this cup before you, a final concoction made from the remnants (sediment after juicing) of the 'Elemental Chaos Crucible (Residue Version)' mixed with the 'Dew of the Curse of All Things' [The End of All Flavors' Collapse], which must be filled to one liter and drunk completely.]

【任务奖励：200点经验，称号‘味觉殉道者’升级（Lv.2→ Lv.3），直觉（Lv.1→ Lv.2）】

[Task Evaluation: The stairway to the god of blasphemy leads upwards to the deconstruction and reconstruction of 'existence' itself. This is the highest praise for the concepts of 'sacrifice' and 'endurance.' Only those who drink the cup of chaos can build a new monument amidst the ruins of taste. (Note: There might be tinnitus? Temporary? Believe in yourself, you will win!)]

Looking at the light screen in front of me.

Having arrived at the stall, Chen Baiyu quickly found the corresponding items for each of the incomprehensible terms in the task.

Then, I couldn't help but feel a sudden darkness engulf my vision.

That dark mixture, dubbed the "Ending Cup of the Collapse of All Flavors," actually contained the fishy smell of houttuynia cordata, the unique aroma of cilantro, the pungent spiciness of onions, the intense flavor of garlic, and the numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns...

The real, nauseating smell of the mixed juice assaulted his brain through his 7.5-fold enhanced sense of smell!

Zhang Yuanzhi, who had come over with Chen Baiyu to watch the commotion, instinctively covered his nose and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

As for Chen Baiyu himself, he looked conflicted.

Don't call it the Trial of the God of Blasphemy anymore, just call it the Ultimate Insult.

Doing this task is like being in prison.

He'd rather find a muscular guy with a strong magnetic field and have a real, hand-to-hand fight.

Every time Chen Baiyu sees this task, he can't help but think about why Chinese characters can be arranged and combined in this way.

Look at what you're saying this time, are you even speaking human language?

Forget it...

When have you ever spoken like a human being?

While Chen Baiyu was pondering and complaining.

A crowd had already gathered around the source of the sound, eager to watch the spectacle.

In the center of the circle,

A young man wearing headphones and using a phone stand is giving a passionate performance.

The screen was filled with scrolling comments, clearly indicating that the live stream was very popular.

On the small table in front of him, there was a large, transparent glass that already contained ten liters of murky liquid, along with ten smaller, empty glasses that could each hold one liter of water. The glasses contained a viscous liquid that was an indescribable, chaotic mixture of dark green and muddy yellow, with chilling solid residue floating and settling within it.

The unique earthy and fishy smell of houttuynia cordata, mixed with the soulful aroma of cilantro, is repeatedly ravaged and amplified by the raw garlic, spicy onion, and sharp numbing Sichuan peppercorns, forming an aroma that is enough to make onlookers cover their noses, wrinkle their brows, and instinctively twitch their stomachs—a smell like a "biological weapon."

"See this, guys? It's all top-notch! The juicer almost exploded to make this cup!"

"Pure, super-duper dark medley! Houttuynia cordata, cilantro, onion, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, all physically extracted! Absolutely authentic! Whoever can down a liter of this 'colorful hellish special' in one gulp, and see those unopened 'high-end peripheral keyboards' over there, they're theirs! Don't miss out!"

The UP master, who claimed to be a Bilibili streamer, pointed at the cup with the exaggerated excitement typical of streamers.

A buzz of discussion and gasps of surprise rose from the crowd.

"Holy crap... what is this thing? It's even scarier than a can of herring!"

"Just smelling it makes me want to vomit, bro..."

"Warriors? The keyboard is nice, but if you drink this stuff, you'll probably need an ambulance, right?"

"Just take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments. A challenge? Forget it, it's not worth risking your life for a keyboard..."

"Hey streamer, why don't you take a sip yourself and see? What's the point of just shouting?"

The content creator immediately laughed it off: "Hey, I'm in charge of hosting, the challenge should be left to the real warriors! Come on, point the camera at the cup, everyone type 'Warriors, come on!'"

For the time being, no one dares to go up.

Everyone pointed and commented on the "colorful hellish cocktail," their expressions a mixture of disgust, curiosity, and a hint of admiration for the imagined hero.

Someone pinched their nose and tried to get close enough to smell it, but immediately turned pale and took a few steps back, gagging.

Just then, Chen Baiyu, with a slightly gloomy face and a resolute expression like a "hero cutting off his own arm," squeezed to the front of the crowd.

His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.
It wasn't for any other reason than that the expression on his face was just too complex and too vivid.

It was an expression of extreme disgust, stomach discomfort, and yet also resignation.

He looked somewhat grief-stricken and indignant.

He stared intently at the glass of utter evil on the table, his gaze not as if he were looking at a glass of juice, but as if he were looking at a cursed elixir from the deepest abyss.

Someone nearby muttered quietly, "Look, someone's actually going to try it?"

"This guy's expression... it doesn't look like he's going to a challenge, it looks like he's going to his death?"

"Hey bro, don't push yourself too hard, you only have one life!"

The content creator's eyes lit up, like a lamb spotted for the ride: "Oh? This handsome guy! Sharp eyes! Looks like a warrior! Want to challenge our Hellish Special? A keyboard gift pack awaits you!"

Chen Baiyu slowly raised her hand, ignoring any comments or the UP's encouragement.

He took a deep breath, pointed sharply at the cup of the ultimate concoction of the Elemental Chaos Cauldron and the Dew of All Curses, and used all his strength to suppress the nausea churning in his throat and the urge to curse the god of blasphemy.

He uttered two words in a low, slightly hoarse voice:
"Pour it full!"

Ever since he swallowed that bowl of cow dung, he had nothing left to fear.

(End of this chapter)