Witch Redemption

The four ancient creator avatars, exuding murderous intent, slowly ascended the spiral staircase leading to the ceiling as soon as they entered this place.

After many twists and turns, a delicate boudoir appeared before them.

Inside the boudoir, a peculiar girl with no facial features sat quietly in front of the dressing mirror, as if she had long anticipated the arrival of these true gods.

"I don't recall ever inviting you."

This was a sentence filled with murderous intent. Given her current state as the Chaos Creator, did she have the ability to kill the four ancient creator avatars around her on the spot?

However, it will come at a considerable cost, and that cost could very well be mutual destruction.

"That's not up to you to decide."

Yu Hui, with her black hair, took a step forward. Her hoarse voice, as sharp as boiling water, sounded particularly jarring, and the corners of her upturned mouth were full of malice.

"Ha, let's leave that aside for now. How many of my subordinates have you killed? This has already violated the rules among the true gods. According to the covenant, you must commit suicide immediately!"

The Chaos Creator just loves to talk big and uses language to target anyone.

Unfortunately, all the true gods present knew him inside and out and didn't fall for his act at all.

Now we're going to break the rules, and then what?

The day of prophecy hasn't come yet, so what nonsense are you talking about, this so-called game of the true god, these so-called rules?

"No need for suicide, how about we try something bigger?"

Black-haired Yu Hui ignored the guy's words and spoke to himself.

"Not interested, I..."

"Let's bet our lives, swear an oath to our true names and identities. If you win, we'll die on the spot, and if we win, you'll die on the spot. How about it?"

To swear an oath to one's true name means to gamble with one's life, dignity, and everything in this life.

More importantly, once the oath is taken, regardless of victory or defeat, it will represent the will and face of the ancient creator.

All the losers will die on the spot.

This death was not caused by a third party, but by the very essence of the true god.

You piece of trash! You have the nerve to come back after losing? Get out!

That's about it.

The arrival of Black-haired Yu Hui, Leviathan, Kelpie, and Yog Sothoth was a gamble with everything; if they lost, they would lose everything and be forced to leave this game of true gods prematurely.

It must be said that such a statement did indeed intimidate the Chaos Creator to some extent.

After all, even in the ancient mythological era, not many clones would dare to act so recklessly. If they lost, it would create very unpleasant memories for the original body.

"Do you think I would agree?"

No, it's that he dared not agree, because the Chaos Creator wasn't entirely confident of winning, and he didn't want to gamble on one against four.

Who knows if this gambling is fair or not?

"Ha, the victor of the last True God Game, the dignified sage Nyarlathotep, actually has a cowardly moment. I misjudged you."

Black-haired Yu Hui began to provoke.

Nobody likes gambling when there's absolutely no chance of winning, right?

The Chaos Creator did not deny it; her black hair began to wriggle across her face, forming a playful smile.

It's as if to say, "I've seen through your tricks! Don't think I'll fall for it!"

Black-haired Yu Hui wasn't in a hurry. "We won't interfere in this gamble. We'll leave it all to fate. In other words, those fighting are just pawns in the end."

"Heh, don't think I don't know what good things that witch obtained in the Southern Continent. Just based on these things, and your assistance when you stormed into the Kingdom of Ross, your chances of victory are already secured. Unless I intervene in those witches' revenge, I am doomed to defeat. Am I right?"

In the eyes of the Chaos Creator, not only her, but also other ancient creators would not gamble on a game with no chance of winning.

Right now, the witches have successfully avenged themselves on the Kingdom of Ross, which seems to be the real outcome of the bet.

"Who said it was this?"

In that instant, Yu Hui, with her black hair, curled up a smug grin. Even she hadn't expected things to be so easy.

The fish has taken the bait!

"Oh?"

The creator of chaos was once again bewildered; what had happened today was far too unusual.

Not only did four ancient creators who had successfully awakened come to his door in person, but they also made a bet that he had never expected.

"The Kingdom of Ross is doomed to perish, so there's no point in gambling on it. We're here to limit your actions, so you should understand what's going on."

Black-haired Yu Hui waved his hand slightly, then placed his slender right index finger on his lips.

"We'll bet on what these witches will do after the Kingdom of Ross is destroyed. I'll be blunt: they'll split into two groups and attack the British Empire and the Elf Kingdom. So, our bet is simple: we'll bet on whether they can destroy these two countries. If they can, we win; if they can't, you win."

As Hei Fayu Hui finished speaking methodically, the wicked smile on his face intensified, as if he had become an extreme gambler who would rather lose everything than accept defeat if he couldn't win everything.

This is no longer gambling; it's more like madness.

Furthermore, after explaining the bet, these four ancient creator avatars even chose to reveal their hand, voluntarily disclosing the witch's entire fighting strength, almost selling everything without reservation.

The more the Chaos Creator listened, the more uneasy he felt. Had these guys lost their minds or something?

That's really sincere!

The Chaos Creator judged almost instantly that it was a huge question whether these witches could even take down the Kingdom of Ross, let alone attack two superpowers.

If these witches were to split into two groups and attack the two superpowers, they would undoubtedly be committing suicide.

It's just unknown to what extent it can damage these two superpowers.

Could it be that those witches still have some trump card up their sleeve?

"Don't worry, once the bet officially begins, we won't leave here. Instead, we'll stay and act as witnesses. So, you don't need to worry about us interfering in those witches' affairs, okay?"

As the sole decision-maker, Hei-haired Yu-hui personally negotiated with the Chaos Creator.

As for Leviathan, Kelvin, and Yog Sothoth, they stood quietly to the side, neither expressing their opinions nor exerting any pressure.

The atmosphere at the scene was incredibly eerie.

"Four against one, this..."

The Chaos Creator originally wanted to say that this was too unfair, but the black-haired Yu Hui seemed impatient.

"A bet is a bet. We lost, so according to the bet, we die immediately. You've already won four heads on the spot. Aren't you satisfied?"

More importantly, among the four ancient creator avatars present, apart from two weaklings with little combat power, the other two are true gods of the same level.

If we win, what else would it be but a huge windfall?

Despite this, the Creator of Chaos instinctively suspected that the bet was fraudulent and did not immediately agree. "I still maintain that the True God Game has its rules, and we should follow those rules."

“Yes,” Yu Hui, with his black hair, was not in a hurry. Instead, he began to talk at length, recalling countless things from ancient times. “For many years, from the distant past, all the true gods were banished from that realm by the Supreme Father God and then wandered in the universe.”

A long lifespan only brings endless emptiness and loneliness.

As beings of the highest dimension, equivalent to creator gods, they naturally do not possess any reproductive ability, let alone have any offspring.

So these utterly bored creator gods chose to slumber, their enormous bodies sleeping eternally in the universe.

Only their countless avatars, active in the universe, bring their true selves one dream after another to while away the time, like watching an endless "movie".

The game "True God Game" was born in this context.

The creator of chaos—no, it should be called Nyarlathotep, one of the three pillar gods—began to contact countless creator gods, even those incredibly powerful non-god monsters were invited.

From then on, countless true gods began to gather at the edge of the universe.

Then, using only a small part of the creator "Turzcha," a world imagined by Nyarlathotep was created, which in turn gave birth to the ancient gods, who then created countless intelligent beings.

This world was once a beautiful dream for all the true gods, in which they could see the struggles of intelligent beings, countless forms of ugliness, and the few glimmers of light born from that ugliness.

However, even the best dreams eventually become tiresome. The blindly loyal ancient gods, coupled with countless flatteries, began to feel disgusted.

Under these circumstances, Nyarlathotep proposed a new rule: a wager between the true gods.

Using this world as a chessboard, the creator as the player, sends his avatars down to command the corresponding pieces in battle.

The rules are simple: creators cannot directly attack each other; if they want to eliminate the other, they can only rely on their subordinates.

Only the Creator who survives to the very end can win this wager.

Furthermore, it was precisely because the power of the loser's clones would be absorbed by the winner as the final reward for this wager that a large number of non-true gods among the participants developed an incredibly intense fanaticism, ultimately creating an earth-shattering struggle in the ancient mythological era.

In that long and protracted battle, at some point, even the ancient creator's avatar, high above all others, perished like paper in the tide of intelligent beings.

It must be said that even though the final victor was only the Chaos Creator, the thrill of that battle was etched in the hearts of every ancient creator.

Therefore, when the ancient mythological era ended, they agreed to continue the second round of the true god game.

This game is also coming to an end. In just sixty years, when the prophesied day arrives, the battle between the true god's avatars will begin.

If it weren't for the chance encounter with a certain world, the avatar of the ancient creator Shub-Niggurath would probably be incredibly excited about the battle that would take place sixty years later.

“We’ve all gathered here for the ultimate enjoyment, but I feel that the games we’ve played before aren’t exciting enough anymore,” Black-haired Yu Hui clenched his fist, speaking with righteous indignation, even heartache. “You understand, right? Two identical things can’t produce the same thrill! So, I hope we can add some more to the stakes!”

When she said these words, Hei Fa Yu Hui had even forgotten that she used to play a certain online game on Earth, where she could grind monsters like crazy for four or five years without ever getting tired of it.

Every time she sees a surge in resources, she gets as happy and excited as a hamster.

She was just trying to cover up the fact that she had found a higher level of entertainment.

With more sophisticated entertainment, what's the point of the true god games in this world?

"You can choose to continue refusing, but after you refuse, we also have the right not to play with you anymore and to work together to take you down first!"

At this point, not only the black-haired Yu Hui, but also the other ancient creators behind him began to show the same hostility.

"Could I interpret this as a threat?"

The Chaos Creator could understand these arguments, but she still felt there was something wrong with these guys.

"Yes!"

There are two choices: either break off all ties now, or obediently go to the gambling table.

The Creator of Chaos clenched his fists without realizing it, struggling internally as he analyzed the causes and consequences of the arrival of these people today.

"These four are serious, but what makes them think they can win? What kind of trump cards did they give those witches? Even the Kingdom of Ross cannot fight against two superpowers at the same time. I'm sure everyone here knows the secrets of those superpowers."