Gods, my ass! Su Yao was savoring the curses thrown by the women, completely unaware that the Sanzu River on the ceiling of the wedding hall had disappeared. In the teleportation entrance next to the Matchmaker at the wedding venue, within the swirling lights and shadows, a figure had appeared. It wasn’t until she saw this person slowly approaching them and saying something. [Local Chat] “Chang Sheng Dian”: Are you done yet? — There is a history, known as the Twilight of the Gods. Chapter Fourteen: Pure Man –> Wang Shenmu’s pupils suddenly contracted! He slowly moved his hand that was about to switch accounts — if he were to use his main account, this wedding would turn into a slaughterhouse. But it seemed someone had arrived before him?
In the wedding square filled with golden light and petals, amidst the crowd of elaborately dressed players, a man in a black cloak slowly walked in.”
The cloak, adorned with dark golden patterns, stood out starkly against the bright surroundings. His figure was a stark contrast to the laughter around, as if he were unrelated to the joy in the air. He raised his scythe, and it seemed as if the whole world held its breath. It was a rare treasure, worth several times more than the “Six-Winged Holy Angel Staff” held by Princess Liuli if sold on the black market — but compared to the scythe in his hand, “Twilight of the Gods”, this cloak was nothing.
The black hood covered the head of Chang Sheng Dian, with long black hair flowing out from under it, yet Wang Shenmu noticed that no matter from which angle you looked, you couldn’t see his face. Chang Sheng Dian, the Lord of Wang Sheng City, might be the only human Wang Shenmu did not despise. Years ago, when he planned and designed the bizarre legends between the mountains and seas, he was determined to turn them into legends, with real artifacts and a real path to find them. But at the last moment before completion, Wang Shenmu had a change of heart. He couldn’t bear the thought of these artifacts falling into the hands of humans he despised.
They belonged to no one; they were the beauty of nature, not to be defiled by humans. On that day, standing under the Bodhi tree in Shennong Forest, Wang Shenmu altered the maze, time, and the world. Dust settled over history, hiding these treasures. They still existed, but no one could find them anymore.
The world’s history rolled on to a certain day when “Twilight of the Gods” emerged, and screenshots were posted on the forum. Wang Shenmu could hardly believe his eyes. The treasures he had hidden himself had been found by another man, and from then on, his beloved Wang Sheng City had a master. Wang Shenmu didn’t know whether to feel jealous, lost, or angry. He had always wanted to meet this man, to ask how he had found it, but his relentless overtime work left him no time for such a meeting.
Wang Shenmu’s petty thoughts shifted to the edge of the map, deciding to watch the spectacle unfold. Meanwhile, he heard a woman’s voice from next door, “Holy shit, you’re so fast, too fierce, ah ah ah, you’re too fierce! Pure man!!!” Wang Shenmu swallowed, unsure what to say about that couple. “They curse my people,” Qin Chuan said, his hands seemingly casually placed on the keyboard. “I’ll make them regret it,” he added. How domineering! So domineering! What a pure man!
Back when she was the national teacher, she was bombarded daily with insults from countless citizens of Da Yan, from ancestral curses to vulgarities about reproductive organs. Ji Canghai would only hide behind her, saying, “Yao Yao, hang in there, the summer nation will thank you, the people will remember you…” She had always been the protector, but this was the first time someone protected her. Even if it was Mary Sue’s account that was being trained for him, Su Yao’s heart still trembled with excitement.
“Ah, Lord Chang Sheng Dian!” In the sudden silence of the crowd, Han Yan Yan was the first to react. Princess Liuli fluttered gracefully to Chang Sheng Dian’s side: “It’s an honor for you to grace our wedding. Come, let’s take a picture together.” At the same time, a private message popped up on Qin Chuan’s screen.
[Private Message] “Liuli Yan Yan”: Dear Lord Chang Sheng Dian, may I have the honor of befriending you? I’ve admired you for a long time.
As Su Yao’s eyes barely caught the phone number, Chang Sheng Dian swung his scythe. A dark, eerie light flashed, and Princess Liuli’s figure, once so splendid, was hit in one encounter. Yes, just one encounter.
She flickered, reappearing on the map as a level 1 novice, all her finery gone, her staff worth tens of thousands, her wedding rings, even the tens of thousands of megaphones in her bag, all turned to nothing. Su Yao gasped. This was the first time she had seen Chang Sheng Dian in action, and in that fleeting moment, the once-famous, adored, and followed first beauty priestess, Liuli Yan Yan, was reduced to her original form. Damn, that was ruthless! Just moments ago, she was his wife!!! Now she was just a ghost under his blade, shit under his feet! Su Yao couldn’t believe Qin Chuan would really do it, revealing a heart colder and more merciless than she had imagined behind his faint smile.
Qin Chuan didn’t tell Su Yao that this was his first public appearance in a bustling place, and his first time killing a woman. Princess Liuli’s body floated there, staring at her now bare self, too shocked to speak. It was Ji Canghai who reacted, his voice booming through the megaphones, “Chang Sheng Dian, you fucking dare to kill my wife! Everyone, attack! Kill his dog life! Elite thief squad, move out! Grab his scythe! Fucking hell!!”
The Elite Thief Group was a team entirely composed of max-level thief players within the Daxia military.
Seeing Ji Canghai’s announcement, Su Yao laughed; the Elite Thief Group was loyal to Daxia, but their loyalty to Hong Yao Tang came first. Without hesitation, Su Yao pulled out her phone and dialed the group leader: “Hey, Ah Cao, remember, your house has a power outage today… Yes, good, I’ll play with you later… What? Oh, I’ve got some stuff to do these couple of days, won’t be logging into the game, yeah, just remember you’ve got a power outage today, okay, bye, bye.” By the time Su Yao hung up, the marriage square was already in chaos. After Ji Canghai called out the thief group a few times without success, he decided – “I have a stomachache, I’m leaving.” The square became even more chaotic. Countless people were reduced back to level 1 newbies, many went from being wealthy to running around naked, and even more had come from all over the world to watch the battle. Everyone wanted the scythe in Changsheng Dian’s hand, but no one dared to approach him, hoping someone else would become cannon fodder first so they could pick up the spoils.
Su Yao found it amusing; her little Mary was only level 10, so she didn’t need to join in. She was content to float around as a corpse watching the melee. Qin Chuan was really tough; he wasn’t afraid of being killed and having his scythe stolen. Even with her excellent hand speed, Su Yao could only dominate in one-on-one combat; if several people ganged up on her, the pressure was immense, let alone in this chaotic brawl where ten lives wouldn’t be enough for her to survive. “Kill! Slay! Kill all these dog-raised bastards!” Meanwhile, Wang Shenmu, controlling his level 3 dark figure, watched the battle stealthily, his hand trembling with excitement as he gripped the mouse. Wang Shenmu was stirred; he wanted to meet Changsheng Dian in person. Suddenly, a fireball came from afar, hitting Wang Shenmu’s corner, and his level 3 figure died instantly. Oh, it didn’t matter; Wang Shenmu laughed instead of getting angry. His blood was boiling, and he decided to join the fray to add more fuel to the fire! Quickly switching accounts, Wang Shenmu charged into the marriage square with his max-level summoner mage!