Becoming God starting with the word game in Lord of Mysteries

"Is this guy crazy?"

Wang Kun grabbed his phone and furiously typed out a long message to scold Guo Qianfan.

"Wait, don't send it yet."

Li Qianyi held Wang Kun down; he had already seen the counselor's reply.

Counselor: "After discussion, the school leaders determined that the previous comprehensive assessment scoring was unreasonable, so they have made adjustments. From now on, the new standards will be used for all assessments."

Guo Qianfan: "But isn't that unfair?"

The counselor said, "Exam scores are a relatively objective standard. Some students should stop trying to cheat and focus on studying hard to improve their grades."

"Hey, even the counselor didn't spoil him." Wang Kun gloated.

Guo Qianfan was considered a celebrity among the 25th graduating class of the Department of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering.

One of the more significant incidents was last year when he helped a graduate student with a small favor.

He shamelessly demanded that the other party include his name in the paper, otherwise he would email the journal to report him for academic misconduct.

To avoid affecting his graduation, the senior reluctantly gave him a name.

It was this paper, for which he was listed as a co-author, that earned him the national award last year, pushing Li Qianyi out of the running.

Unable to get a paper this year, he ended up getting a bunch of other random awards.

Unexpectedly, the overall assessment score was changed.

Li Qianyi sometimes finds it difficult to understand how such extraordinary people's brain circuits work.

"He's just like that, Yi Zi, you don't need to pay him any attention."

Wang Kun rubbed his hands together, chuckled, and his face lit up like a sunflower. "Where should we eat tonight?"

"You guys decide, I'm going to the restroom."

Li Qianyi is currently eager to advance to the Extraordinary level.

They wouldn't care at all who Guo Qianfan is.

He went into the restroom and locked the door.

Remembering the path that Mr. Fool came from is perhaps a kind of ritual for the followers of Mr. Fool.

However, for some reason, Li Qianyi felt that he had a serious mental illness.

"Making a potion always feels like sneaking around like a thief."

Li Qianyi took out a singing black mushroom from the package.

We are all living life to the fullest.

Damn it.

The moment the black mushroom was taken out, it started singing.

"Hilarious! Yi Zi, why are you playing such a corny song while you're taking a dump?"

Hearing Lin Zicheng's loud laughter.

Li Qianyi was practically going crazy.

He had completely forgotten that this singing black mushroom would start singing as soon as it was taken out.

Li Qianyi quickly put it back and took out the auxiliary material package he had bought from Amon.

It's a black box, and inside is a beaker for preparing potions.

Luckily, I had this thing; otherwise, if Wang Kun and Lin Zicheng had seen me taking a bowl into the toilet, who knows what misunderstandings might have arisen.

Li Qianyi took the cup and first put in the auxiliary ingredients one by one.

"100 ml of red wine, a piece of candle that was once offered in a church, and a poisonous mushroom."

"Finally, 10 grams of verbena powder."

In the beaker, mushroom candles and strange powder floated together in the red wine.

It's hard to imagine what would happen if these things went directly into a person's stomach.

"Now comes the main event."

Li Qianyi took the "Dark Bat" out of his game inventory and threw it into his water glass.

A strange scene unfolded: the dark bats began to dissolve upon contact with the wine, enveloping the candles and poisonous mushrooms, forming a mass of pitch-black liquid.

"And then there's a singing black mushroom."

"us..."

The black mushroom only managed to utter one syllable before Li Qianyi tossed it into the beaker.

A glass of black liquid, bubbling occasionally, forms within it, giving the impression of something sacred.

"This is the potion of Sequence Nine 'Mystic'."

Li Qianyi's heart began to race involuntarily.

"There shouldn't be any mistake. Now that we have the 'gaze of the beacon of destiny,' good fortune is sure to be on our side."

Just to be on the safe side, Li Qianyi first prayed silently to Mr. Fool.

He then drank the potion in one gulp.

It's so bitter, so very bitter.

This was Li Qianyi's first thought.

Immediately afterwards, the cold and bitter liquid spread and merged from his stomach into every cell of Li Qianyi's body.

He felt as if his limbs were melting, and everything in front of him quickly became blurry.

A cacophony of chaotic voices seemed to echo in his mind.

Li Qianyi seemed to sense that something magnificent and enormous was watching him from the void.

His vision twisted and changed from time to time, eventually revealing a vibrant, all-encompassing darkness.

Chaotic Sea?

The moment this thought crossed Li Qianyi's mind, his consciousness plummeted.

The scene before us has returned to normal.

"Go ahead, go ahead, I have a flashbang, damn it, you sold me out..."

Lin Zicheng's voice came from outside the door, but it was accompanied by layers of sound effects.

Li Qianyi felt dizzy and his head was throbbing, filled with a destructive urge.

"This is because the potion's power has overflowed and hasn't been properly controlled."

Li Qianyi recalled the scene when Klein Moretti first drank the fortune teller's potion.

"Meditation is the way to go in times like this."

Li Qianyi tried to sketch out a typical book in his mind.

Slowly feel the edges and corners of the book.

Once he had some initial control, he began to imagine something that never existed in the world.

Gradually, the sounds around him became clearer, and everything in front of him returned to normal.

Li Qianyi looked at himself in the mirror. Although he still looked the same, his whole demeanor seemed to have changed.

His eyes had become noticeably deeper, while his skin had become fairer, giving him a touch of melancholy and aristocratic air.

"You've become stronger and more handsome." Li Qianyi raised an eyebrow.

"From now on, I will be the 'Secret Prayer Person'."

He looked at his phone; the game was updating its information.

The homeless 'Dongjun' has been promoted to Rank 9 'Secret Prayer'.

Your sanity +5, health +5

Current sanity level: 25

Current Health: 24

[You have gained the following abilities: Extraordinary Inspiration (White), Ritual Magic (White)]

[Exceptional Inspiration (White): Your inspiration is greatly enhanced, allowing you to perceive certain mysterious and terrifying existences, and increasing the probability of triggering extraordinary events.]

[Ritual Magic (White): You have mastered some knowledge of rituals and a small amount of ritual magic, which allows you to do things that ordinary people cannot do.]

[Evaluation: You pray to the gods in secret, standing in the light yet walking on the abyss]

After reading the description, Li Qianyi nodded thoughtfully.

"The Mystic People basically have no ability in direct combat, and their performance in skirmishes is just as bad as that of the Diviners."

"But both the Rose Bishop and the Shepherd possess considerable fighting power."

He lives in reality and has the Fool's Pocket Watch, so as long as he doesn't do anything reckless, he won't encounter too much danger.

It's okay to be a little weak in the early stages.

"All I have to do now is digest the potion as quickly as possible."

"Yes, cryptic people are similar to diviners, but cryptic people should pray more to hidden beings in order to obtain special knowledge and ritual magic from them."

"The secret to playing the role lies in receiving a response during this process and understanding some corresponding rules."

"I can try praying to Mr. Fool or the Goddess."

"Speaking of which, am I now considered one of Mr. Fool's followers?"

Li Qianyi pondered for a moment before leaving the restroom.

Just then, a friend request popped up from an unknown number.

Guo Qianfan from the Department of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering wants to add you as a friend.

"Why did this guy add me?"

Li Qianyi was a little confused and refused outright.

However, the other party did not give up and applied again, this time with additional information.

"Hello Li, could you please give up this national scholarship?"

"Are there really such bizarre people in the world?"

Li Qianyi was somewhat amused and exasperated. He simply replied with one sentence.

"If you're sick, go out the south gate of the school and take bus 817 to the Third Hospital to have your brain checked."

Then just block them.

But before he could even wait a few seconds, a message popped up in the game.

[You have been cursed by a special curse, the remnant of the old world, "The Fallen Gravedigger Undead," at midnight.]