I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

Luster stared at the bewildered cultist outside the steel cage, his voice calm. "Not only that, I also know you were born in the slums and have been wandering the streets since you were a child."

"When you were nine years old, a pharmacist in West City took you in and let you stay in the pharmacy as an apprentice."

"That pharmacist came from a small village called Aize in a neighboring province and settled here. Since he had no wife or children... he took care of you as if you were his own child."

"Two years ago, that pharmacist passed away due to illness. In order to commemorate this benefactor who was like a father to you, you changed your name to Aize—"

"In fact, you joined here because you heard that the statue of the Lord has the miraculous power of bringing back the dead... and you want to see if you can use the statue's magical power to resurrect the pharmacist, your benefactor."

"you……"

The pupils of the cultist in black robes trembled.

It is not surprising that the other party knows his own name. Perhaps this person, who has already been chosen as a sacrifice in the near future, has heard other companions calling his name at some point.

However, the other party actually told the origin of his name, including his past with the pharmacist whom he regarded as his benefactor...

These things are the biggest secrets in Aize's heart. Not to mention his companions from other holy religions, even the leader himself has never confided them to him.

How could he, a person chosen by the Holy Church to be used as a sacrificial offering, know all these things?

[The person above, are you sure this information is also in that big guy's strategy summary post? ]

[That brings me back to the topic...]

[Don't listen to his nonsense, this little mink candy must be really something]

I've seen other pro players and streamers attempt the "Cult Dungeon" opening. They all wait for the chaotic third hour, when they're delivering food to the prisoners, to break out by force. While they're inevitably eventually slain by the armed cultists, as long as they manage to kill a few more cultists during their breakout, their overall score won't be too low.

[Watch as he uses this exclusive information he's gathered to attract the cult's guards' attention. He's likely trying to trick them into opening the cell door before attacking.]

[Although the Cult Dungeon is quite difficult at the start, the score bonus is also high. Don't tell me, even though first place is a stretch, this little mink candy really has a chance of getting a high score.]

Barrages of comments scrolled rapidly in the live broadcast room.

Dean Yin squatted beside the computer desk, glanced at the live broadcast room with a smug look, and then glanced at Last.

Trick the cult guards into opening the cell door, then directly snatch the gun and shoot all the way... This is indeed a good way to pass the level. With Last's familiarity with the entire cult and combat skills, it should not be a problem.

but--

Dean Yin popped a bag of potato chips with his little paws and began to chew them with relish.

Based on his understanding of Last, Dean Yin always felt that this guy would not act so conventionally.

"How do you know..."

The cultist named Aize suddenly raised his voice a few notches, but soon interrupted himself, obviously worried that his companions would hear him.

He opened the cell door and lowered his voice: "Who are you and why do you know all this?"

[Is Little Mink Gummy finally going to take action, right now, right here?]

However, under the watchful eyes of the barrage, Last never took direct action as they expected.

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Rast stared at the cultist who was so close to him, his voice still silent:

"Apart from the Supreme Lord, who else could know the secrets in your heart that you have never told anyone?"

Chapter 199: Don’t Ask What the Lord Can Give You, Ask What You Can Give to the Lord (Two in One)

Hearing Rast's words, the cultist named Aize's pupils trembled.

"You mean... the Lord?"

"Did you learn this from the Lord?"

"of course."

Rast's words were like the evening breeze blowing across the Mitropolitan River, quiet and long, yet seemed to carry a magic power that penetrated deeply into people's hearts.

"Since you are also a believer in the Lord, you must have heard of Divine Revelation and the Favored Ones, right?"

"The Lord will select suitable individuals in this world and impart blessings and oracles to them through divine revelation."

He looked at the believers outside the iron railings.

Although he was clearly in a cage, Rast's expression, with a hint of compassion, made him seem as if he was the one outside the cage, overlooking the prisoners inside, with majesty without words.

"Those fortunate enough to be chosen by the Lord and receive His gifts are known as His Favored Ones... They are also His agents who follow His divine decrees and carry out His will in the mortal world."

"If not, how could I have so easily revealed your name and past... You should know better than anyone that you have never told anyone those secrets."

"I……"

The cultist opened his mouth, but no words came out.

What Rast said was so shocking that he subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he soon found that he had no way to refute it.

The things the other party said, including his motivation for joining the Holy Church... that was indeed his biggest secret, which he had never said out loud even in front of his closest friends, but the other party told him everything as if he had read his mind.

With his life experience, the only possibility he could think of was that this was indeed an oracle from the Lord, and that the omniscient and omnipotent Lord told the person in front of him everything about himself in a divinely inspired way.

He was indeed no stranger to the so-called God's Favored Ones—

The leader of the Holy Church, his current leader, also claims to be a favored one who has received the Lord's oracle and is the agent of the Lord's will on earth.

"You...are you really also one of the Lord's favored ones?"

The cultist changed his words mid-sentence. He glanced at Last who was in the cage and suddenly hesitated to speak: "But if you are really the Lord's apostle, then why are you here..."

He didn't say all he wanted to say, but his meaning was quite clear.

If you are truly the Lord's favored one, how could you allow yourself to fall into such an embarrassing situation as being imprisoned as a sacrifice?

"That's naturally because of the mission the Lord has given me."

Rast's expression suddenly became solemn and pious: "According to divine revelation, heretics have appeared in this city that blaspheme the glory of the Lord."

"This person accidentally stole the Lord's token and claimed to be the Lord's favored one, founding his own sect. He used the Lord's glory and name as a pretext, but in reality, he was just a heretic who deceived and deceived people to achieve his own selfish desires."

"Those who stole the Lord's token and used the Lord's name as their favor..."

The cultist guarding the dungeon repeated Rast's words, then a look of shock flashed in his eyes: "You mean, the leader of the Holy Church, my chief?"

"Not the leader."

"Because from the beginning to the end, it was all a scam he staged and acted out, relying on the token of the Lord he had stolen. He was nothing but a complete thief and liar."

Last's words remained silent. "If not, how could the Lord, with His person and power, possibly care about the faith of this small city?"

"Let alone a few dozen believers, even an entire city or even a country of believers are nothing more than ants. The Lord doesn't care."

"To the Lord, everything in this world is but a chessboard that can be manipulated at will. Only when the mood strikes does he lower his gaze and place a few pieces at random."

"but--"

His expression suddenly became dignified without anger: "The Lord truly does not care about the petty gains of this world."

"But the Lord will never allow ants to use His name to carry out such despicable things. This is a blasphemy against the glory of the Lord."

"The reason I took on the identity of a sacrifice was to infiltrate this cult that had blasphemed the Lord's glory—to purge the heretic who had blasphemed the Lord's glory and restore this cult to its roots."

Last looked at the cultist in front of him, his eyes filled with compassion. "The reason I'm telling you this is because, through our time together, I've discovered that you have a fairly devout faith in the Lord."

"Although you and the other members of this sect were all deceived and bewitched by that heretic into joining the sect."

"But no matter what the cause, since you have such a devout faith in our Lord, then you are also His believers and are qualified to receive His blessings."

"me……"

The information that Last revealed one after another was so shocking that the cultist couldn't help but stutter.

But if you think about it carefully, isn't this the truth?

Given what the leader preached, the Lord's omniscience and omnipotence, his power and dignity that looked down upon the world - how could he care about such a small profit in Deep Blue Harbor?

Moreover, the cult's sneaky style of doing things has always been incompatible with the Lord's overlooking of the world.

As the agents of the Lord's glory on earth, these believers of the Holy Church live like rats in the sewers on a daily basis, and no matter what they do, they cannot be seen in the light of day.

They even had to engage in intrigues with the cops from the Deep Blue Harbor Police Department every day, avoiding them like a mouse avoiding a cat - the holy religion that the leader claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent suddenly lost all its prestige.

But if all of this was directed and acted out by the leader of the holy religion, and he and his followers were just the objects deceived by the liar in order to fulfill his own selfish desires, then everything can be explained.

Such a violent impact caused the cultists to fall into a brief trance and loss of consciousness, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.

When the cultist came to his senses again, he found that the young man in front of him had walked out of the cage and came to him.

However, the other party did not take advantage of the moment when he lost his mind and completely lost his guard, revealing his weakness, to act - either to escape from the dungeon or to take the opportunity to seize the gun on his waist.

He simply looked down at me calmly: "I am well aware that these things have had a huge impact on you. It is not something you can easily accept."

"So, you can call your friends and followers who you know well and believe are trustworthy... to verify once again that I am the Lord's favored one."

There was compassion in Rast's indifferent tone: "This is the mercy bestowed by the Lord on His believers."

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In the live broadcast room, lines of barrages flew by crazily.

Obviously, those spectators who came over to watch the fun had never expected that "Little Mink Soft Candy" would do such a trick.

Even the audience who originally had high expectations for Xiao Diao Gan Tang only thought that he would be like other professional players and technical anchors, using pure force to fight his way out of the cultists' base dungeon and escape.

This is also what players have concluded so far, the only feasible strategy for the initial start of the "Cult Dungeon".

But I didn't expect that this "Little Mink Soft Candy" didn't play martial arts, but was purely a literary one.

With a bunch of empty talk and deception, he actually fooled the cultist in front of him, making him half-believing and half-doubting that he was the follower of the evil god, and the leader of the cult became the heretic and rebel in his words.

[Don't tell me, don't tell me. I've seen other experts challenge Deep Blue Harbor before, and they've all turned it into a battle royale FPS game with Iron Cross snipers, competing to see who has the better shooting skills.]

I never thought that in Deep Blue Harbor, besides just fighting over a disagreement, there would be something as outlandish as playing with your mouth.

[Although it's just a mouthful, to achieve this effect, both acting skills and pre-collected intelligence are indispensable. This little mink jellybean has obviously put a lot of effort into preparation.]

[It's a shame the limited-time event is about to end. I can't use the information from Little Mink Gummy to replicate his actions. There's simply not enough time to try again.]

[But then again——even if we really managed to trick these ordinary cultists, what would be the point?]

There was a barrage of amazement, but some strange voices also appeared.

[Have you all forgotten? The greatest danger within the cult is that contaminant—]

[You don't even need direct contact; if you stay near the pollutant for a long time, you will unconsciously be contaminated by the evil god.]

[There's no need to wait for the Iron Cross Plague to fully erupt; the contamination will reach a critical point, corrupting it directly into an Iron Cross... Players have tried to infiltrate the cult before, but were ultimately forced to give up due to being unable to resist the contamination.]

To achieve a high score in this challenge, there are only two conditions: either survive long enough, or significantly alter the original plot of Deep Blue Harbor... However, this strategy of not leaving the cult, but actively staying within it, means survival is measured in seconds. Once the mental pollution exceeds the critical threshold, the game will be forced to end.

Even if he were to change the original plot—even if he succeeded in fooling some of the cultists, what would be the point? Even if he truly caused internal unrest within the cult, the leader could simply produce the contaminant to prove and suppress it.

Questioning voices also began to appear in the live broadcast room.

These are players who have previously tried the cult route and have keenly pointed out the drawbacks of this route.

However, no matter how the barrage of comments filled the screen, Last's actions in the live broadcast never stopped for a moment.

……

Outside the dungeon, believers in black robes came one after another.

Then, they all went through exactly the same mental journey.

First of all, at the beginning, there was doubt about Rast's identity as the Lord's Favored One.

Shocked again.

In the end, he lost his mind and was completely speechless.

There was no way around it. Anyone who was easily told his life story and the biggest secret in his heart by the young man in front of him would be shocked.

If it were just one or two people, it could be explained by coincidence, but since everyone had their secrets revealed by Last, it could not be explained by coincidence alone.

However, among the dozen or so cultists, some were not convinced and could not help but question:

"But if that's the case, then what can we gain by believing in the Lord and supporting the true sect?"