Chapter 62: That Was No Accident!

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"Cough, cough, cough... You... will definitely descend to the netherworld to keep me company! I have already seen that distant future!"

The God of Matrimonial Fate knew it was doomed.

The spiritual body, sealed inside the pig's head by the Gentleman Penguin, flickered a few times, its emotions exceptionally agitated.

Holding the [Xiaochuan] sword, Wu Wang wore a calm expression.

He softly said, "Descend to the netherworld? That's exactly what I've been wishing for."

Splat——

The broken sword ruthlessly sank into the cracks of the pig bone, piercing dead-on into the spiritual body trapped within.

An overwhelming pressure, carrying pure spiritual energy, burst forth.

Energy and spiritual fluctuations, resembling a volcanic eruption, impacted the firmament, causing the barrier created by the magic orb to tremble violently.

Fortunately, its indestructible nature allowed it to hold firm.

In the distance, the Xiezhi and Department Head An wore solemn expressions.

This energy was simply unimaginably strong, and even the Xiezhi at its peak would probably be incapable of producing such massive spiritual fluctuations.

Could this be the true face of the God of Matrimonial Fate?

Was this bigshot about to capsize in a gutter?

Just as they were deep in thought, Wu Wang's expression on the other side grew increasingly joyful.

"Just as I guessed!"

When he first obtained the [Xiaochuan Broken Sword], he had been somewhat puzzled—

Since it could only devour spiritual bodies that had lost their ability to resist, how could it boost different attributes based on the strength of the spiritual bodies?

Generally speaking, didn't losing the ability to resist mean one was already finished? When everyone was already half-dead, what was the point of distinguishing between strong and weak?

After pondering it, he finally reached a conclusion.

The enhanced attributes and attack special effects should be calculated based on the intrinsic strength of the spiritual body, not its current state.

A starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

No matter how weak the God of Matrimonial Fate was right now, its soul essence was extraordinary. Being able to descend to the mortal realm from some unknown dimension and lay out schemes across various bizarre worlds—if placed in a xianxia novel, it could easily count as half an extraterritorial heavenly demon.

Don't let the Gentleman Penguin's single cane strike fool you into thinking it was weak; if a normal player faced it, their fate would be just like those level-25 treasure hunters.

Crunch, crunch, with every single bite.

Therefore, Wu Wang had struck gold!

The sword spirit transformed from the God of Matrimonial Fate must be unbelievably powerful!

"Come on, baby! Show me what you've got!"

The spiritual body within the pig's head's eye sockets and the towering energy gradually weakened until they extinguished, and a strange purplish-red began to wrap around the sword's blade.

Wu Wang could feel [Xiaochuan] undergoing some kind of transformation.

Almost there...

It's about to come out!

Hum——

Just when Wu Wang thought the attack effect entries or the modified attribute panel were about to appear,

Something else popped up instead.

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[Reading spiritual body memories]

[Replaying memories]

Wu Wang: "Huh?"

In an instant, his vision blurred.

Everything around him began to retreat wildly. The knee-high wild grass that had previously grown around the desolate village vanished, revealing an open space.

The ancestral hall, which Department Head An had completely smashed to pieces like a demolition team, also restored itself to its original state.

Even the decay and desolation of the village regressed back to its prosperous prime, with the only abnormality being that the entire village was now littered with severed limbs and broken bones.

All kinds of corpses killed by the Holy Maiden's revenge were dazzlingly numerous, and the craters blown open by landmines on both sides of the road still retained the pungent smell of gunpowder.

This was right after the dungeon had ended!

"I'm... back again?"

Wu Wang's heart shook violently.

His current location was precisely in the very center of the ancestral hall, and less than five meters in front of him, beneath the floor tiles, was the God of Matrimonial Fate, which had been knocked in and sealed by the penguin's cane.

Tap, tap, tap——

Footsteps sounded outside the door of the ancestral hall.

Someone was coming!

A sense of incomprehension stemming from the unknown lingered in Wu Wang's mind.

Precisely because he had experienced it himself, he understood all the more clearly how bizarre these footsteps were.

The villagers had all died tragically.

The Holy Maidens had also achieved their dying wishes and disappeared in release.

Arguably, the largest living creatures capable of making any sound in the entire village should only have been rats.

Matrimonial Fate Village was supposed to be a completely uninhabited, desolate village! Where the hell were these footsteps coming from?

Creak——

The doors of the ancestral hall were pushed open.

A person wearing a black-and-white mask walked in. They were tall, at least 1.9 meters, with a black robe fluttering fiercely in the fierce wind, and wherever they walked past behind, even the green grass withered into yellow.

Carrying a three-meter-long bizarre scythe on their shoulder, their grim reaper-like aura made anyone dare not act rashly.

"What the fuck! My Fake Smile Mask!"

Wu Wang was slightly stunned.

But upon closer inspection, he realized that although the black-and-white mask on the opponent's face looked identical to his own [Fake Smile Mask], there were still subtle differences.

The expression on that mask was—a crying face.

Moreover, a bizarre inverted triangle symbol was carved right in the center of the forehead, seemingly the disaster cult mark mentioned by the Xiezhi.

This guy's aura was truly somewhat bizarre.

Wu Wang instinctively wanted to hide.

Yet the opponent acted as if they hadn't seen him at all, merely looking around the open space before standing in place, deep in thought.

"Oh, right, this is a memory. Damn it, being a shady old fox for too long has made me instinctively want to hide and ambush someone." Wu Wang felt a shred of pride in his bad habit.

See that!

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Sneak-attack behavior was already carved into his DNA!

The crying-faced figure stood in place, sensing something.

After about five minutes, he finally pulled a strange camo walkie-talkie out of his pocket.

With a voice as raspy as two pieces of rusted sheet metal rubbing together, he slowly spoke, "The trait of immortality has appeared here, but I arrived too late and couldn't find him."

Thump, thump!

Wu Wang's heartbeat sped up a fraction.

[Immortality]!

The opponent actually knew of the existence of [Immortality]!

Was he looking for him? Who was he?

From the other end of the walkie-talkie came a woman's voice, seductive to the extreme: "Don't worry~ Since he has already been chosen by the Spirit Disaster Game, we'll have plenty of opportunities to find him."

"Haste makes waste, you know~"

This woman was filled with bizarre allure, even though it was only her voice, and even though Wu Wang was merely observing the memories of the God of Matrimonial Fate and not witnessing it in person.

Yet he still felt somewhat parched.

An evil fire seemed to be rising within his chest.

It wasn't that he was too desperate.

Rather, a certain primal desire inherent to all living creatures was being amplified and provoked.

Fortunately, in the next second, the crying-faced figure's raspy voice sounded again, and that chilling murderous intent filled the entire ancestral hall, instantly sobering Wu Wang up quite a bit.

"Me being impatient? If not for your mistake, that descent awakening ritual back then should have pulled [Immortality] permanently from reality into the Spirit Disaster Game!"

"Instead of barely causing a real-world plane crash! Making me wait five extra years!"

"Do you have any idea how I've gotten through these past five years?!"

Accompanied by the crying-faced figure's reprimand,

A violent gale suddenly raged around them, and all vitality within the ancestral hall began to be annihilated. Insects like ants and spiders fell silent, and the lawn instantly turned withered and yellow, finally transforming into fine powder blown away by the wind.

However, Wu Wang, trapped in the observational perspective, also froze in place.

Ever since he lost the concept of death,

Most of the emotions deep within his heart had grown increasingly faint, especially intense emotions like fear and anger, which he could no longer feel at all.

Right now, he seemed to have found these things again as various emotions began to erupt.

[Five years ago, descent awakening ritual, plane crash, immortality]

Putting these four keywords together,

Giant waves rolled in his mind.

"That wasn't an accident!"

"It was a premeditated ritual!"

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