Free Web NovelBathed in the dazzling, colorful phantom light in the sky, the translucent body of the lighthouse jellyfish was also dyed in a myriad of colors.
It lay horizontally on the dry, filthy ground, struggling and wriggling, driven by a desire for survival, but soon turned into a paste and lost its vital signs.
“...” Fang Ji sighed silently, withdrawing his gaze from the lighthouse jellyfish, and looked up at the figure in the sky, enveloped by the dreamlike glow of the miracle flower and the dazzling golden light, his eyes deepening.
He had long anticipated what would happen when the First Generation Miracle Saint was awakened, and the people and urban legend within Yumen Pass made wishes to him.
For all the people and urban legend to end up dying in some absurd way, like that “lighthouse jellyfish,” could already be considered a relatively good outcome.
The worst outcome was likely the entire Yumen Pass, and the surrounding areas, being buried with the First Generation Miracle Saint’s demise, and even some inherent rules of this world might subtly change as a result.
miracles never arise out of thin air...
Fang Ji had realized this when he noticed that whenever he had good luck, those around him would inexplicably be plagued by bad luck, and when his unique miracle flower transferred to a Disaster or Shen Baiwei, his fortune would plummet.
When the wishes made by the people and urban legend within Yumen Pass exceeded the scope of what the First Generation Miracle Saint’s own power could achieve, in order not to break his promise, besides fulfilling wishes through “special” means, like turning that Psychic into a lighthouse jellyfish just now, the most likely method would # Nоvеlight # be to draw upon the power of “miracles” possessed by others from the world outside Yumen Pass...
Hoping your child becomes a perfect “good child”?
Then find a child who meets the criteria and replace the original “bad child.”
Hoping to possess wealth comparable to a nation?
Then plunder wealth everywhere and send it to your side.
Hoping to become a Calamity in one fell swoop?
Then find enough urban legend core bodies for you to devour, even if you ultimately become a twisted, distorted, and insane aberration, that is still a Calamity.`
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As for how much destruction awakening the First Generation Miracle Saint would ultimately cause, that depends on how crazy the wishes these guys in Yumen Pass are making right now.
However, Fang Ji didn’t care about any of this; he only wanted the First Generation Miracle Saint to completely perish.
If he could not make him completely perish, then in the countless years to come, the Miracle Order would try every means to awaken him again and again, and every time he awoke, he would, without exception, cause a Disaster, just like the times on record.
It was just like that...
“Boom—!”\"
The roar of an explosion came from not far away. Looking in the direction of the sound, blazing flames rose from the dilapidated ruins.
The Spiritual Energy that had not yet dissipated pulled the flames, making them sway like dancing giants, and hot ashes splattered out, flying into the distance like a swarm of flapping insects.
Under the reflection of the firelight, a ragged, blood-soaked man stood on a small golden mountain behind the ruins, one hand gripping a chipped battle-axe, the other holding the disfigured head of another Psychic, feigning madness as he let out a loud laugh.
“Hahaha! Mine, now it’s all mine...”
He looked like a wild beast that had successfully hunted, letting out a long cry.
Then, the man’s laughter abruptly stopped. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the long sword that had pierced his chest from behind, his pupils gradually dilating.
The new hunter had successfully climbed onto the dining table and began to enjoy the spoils of victory.
This was a phenomenon that inevitably occurred every time the First Generation Miracle Saint awakened.
When different people made similar wishes and all of them were fulfilled, the person who gained the least would begin to feel jealousy. At first, they would blame themselves for not thinking carefully before wishing, but soon they would start blaming others for why they made such wishes.
Thus, someone would eventually raise the butcher’s knife, and then continuous slaughter would begin.
The description of the First Generation Miracle Saint’s authority stated that wherever he went, gold would be abundant, but beneath the gold often lay countless corpses. It also said that he would bestow his believers with fine wine and grain, but after eating and drinking their fill, they would pick up the treasure swords he brought, staining every inch of the blades with blood.
Now, such a tragedy, due to the existence of Yumen Pass, could still be confined within a certain area. If the First Generation Miracle Saint were to leave Yumen Pass, surrounded by his loyal believers, the flames of slaughter would spread to every inch of land he passed through.
Therefore, Fang Ji felt that sacrificing a limited number of lives in exchange for the First Generation Miracle Saint’s demise was entirely worthwhile.
This kind of situation is like a person’s body developing an organ lesion.
If conservative treatment is chosen, one will be tormented by illness, and as the condition further deteriorates, eventually lose their life...
If surgery is chosen, although it will harm the body, cause blood loss, and carry the risk of surgical failure, if the surgery is successful, it can completely eradicate the source of the illness.
“What’s more, I, this chief surgeon, will also be buried with him in the end... This can be considered retribution, right?” Fang Ji murmured to himself.
He knew very well that if the First Generation Miracle Saint completely perished, certain “miracles” that could only be maintained by his power would instantly disappear. At that time, the people or urban legend who possessed those “miracles” would have their dreams shattered and would inevitably retaliate against him wildly, extracting his bones and marrow to satisfy their hatred.
If the complete demise of the First Generation Miracle Saint was a grand, bloody ritual, then he would be the last sacrifice...
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“Sss—!”
The sound of a canned beer being opened echoed from outside the narrow, dirty basement deep within the Li Gate. The Hunqiu, who had been reveling in the basement just a moment before, instantly dimmed, leaving only a pure golden Hunqiu still shining fearlessly, slowly floating towards the shelf.
As it floated, it grumbled, “Look at you cowards! That guy is infected with parasitic creatures, he’s practically dying, maybe he’ll drop dead any day. What’s there to be afraid of? When we get out, don’t tell anyone I was locked up with you! I’d be too embarrassed!”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you, Unmyouki, my illness is almost completely healed.”
The basement door opened, and a man with a dispirited expression and a gaunt figure walked in, carrying a briefcase in one hand and a large can of ice-cold beer in the other.
“Hmph! Drinking beer right after recovering from an illness? Aren’t you afraid of a relapse?” Hunqiu Luming, particularly arrogant, leaned against the sealed crystal can opening and said to the man, as if he were in prison, sticking half his body out of the cell and speaking sarcastically to the warden. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
“Speaking of which, weren’t you going to lead Xiao Bei astray? There’s a great opportunity at Yumen Pass recently, why aren’t you going there? Why are you here with me? Or did the last time you tried to steal a chicken and lost a handful of rice leave you with a psychological shadow, making you afraid to go?”
The man seemed not at all surprised why Hunqiu Luming, confined deep within the Li Gate, knew about Lu Yibei’s movements. He simply expressionlessly moved a chair, wiped off the dust, and sat across from Hunqiu Luming, then raised the beer can in his hand towards him.
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“Want some, Unmyouki?”
“No, I’m afraid this kind of near-expired promotional item will give me diarrhea.”
“...” The man was silent for a moment, then took a large gulp of beer before slowly saying, “Unmyouki, I actually came today to talk to you about Yumen Pass.”
“Do you know? The Miracle Order succeeded, and Yumen Pass is almost out of control.”
“What does that have to do with Xiao Bei?” Hunqiu Luming asked.
“Hmm... why wouldn’t it?” the man calmly replied, “You might not know, staying here, but among her many aliases, there is an identity as a Miracle Saint.”
“If Yumen Pass goes out of control, and there’s evidence that the Miracle Saint, as the instigator, is Lu Yibei, what do you think will happen?”
Hunqiu Luming, “...”
After a brief silence, he replied with an indifferent attitude, “At worst, I’ll be hunted down. Who hasn’t had an experience of being hunted down when they were young?”
“Uh...” The man thought for a moment, then frowned and said, “I... don’t seem to have.”
“You damn bastard, you’ve been hunted by mortgage, car loans, and betrothal gifts to the point of jumping off a building, and you still dare to say you haven’t? Shameless!” Hunqiu Luming retorted, “Alright, I’m tired, I’m going to sleep. Please turn off the light when you leave!”
With that, he burrowed into the crystal can and closed the lid himself.
The man, “...”
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Meanwhile, in Prosperity Beijing City, Si Ye Hui Headquarters.
Through the one-way glass, Nameless Book expressionlessly looked into the observation room, her gaze passing over busy figures and settling on the map of the area centered on Yumen Pass displayed on the light screen, deep in thought.
The detection operation targeting Yumen Pass had begun as soon as the Night Watch received intelligence that the Yumen Pass city gates had opened. In the past thirty-one hours, seven minutes, and forty-one seconds, she had not left this command room a single step.
Around Yumen Pass, marked with conspicuous red dots on the map, within a hundred-kilometer radius, the Night Erosion Rate was rising at an astonishing speed. In the closest area to Yumen Pass, a region about five kilometers in diameter, the Night Erosion Rate had even reached 18.43...
It should be noted that when Ju Meng faced death and changed her authority, the highest Night Erosion Rate in the core area of Taoyuan was only 25.72, and under Ju Meng’s intentional control, the affected area was only a dozen square kilometers.
From a certain perspective, the current Yumen Pass is a nuclear reactor that could explode at any time.
As for why such detailed data could be obtained from the Si Ye Hui Headquarters, nearly three thousand kilometers away... that was thanks to the “Nameless Book” who had “climbed over the wall” into Yumen Pass with Lord Huaiyuan, most of whose body had transformed into countless “probes,” integrating with every blade of grass and tree within Yumen Pass.
After her gaze lingered on the map for a moment, Nameless Book’s attention shifted to the bottom right corner of the light screen, where a real-time changing table displayed the words 【Evacuation Progress】.
Upon seeing that the evacuation progress had reached 79.5%, she subtly let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the areas around Yumen Pass are mostly arid Gobi Desert and are often plagued by Half-Guitan. Aside from occasional tourists, the permanent residents are only a small number of herders, making evacuation relatively quick...
Once the evacuation is complete, they can begin their operation. Nameless Book thought.
As she pondered, a Night Watch operative, looking flustered, rushed over and stopped behind her.
Nameless Book glanced at the burly man behind her and calmly asked, “What is it?”
“Guardian, it’s, it’s a remote meeting reminder, Red level...” the man said, handing a black letter with a crimson mourning owl symbol printed on its surface to Nameless Book.
Nameless Book took the letter, and without opening it, she pressed on, “Who initiated it?”
“It was jointly initiated by Aptya, Assassins, White God Group, and Kasuga Grand Shrine...”
Upon hearing this, Nameless Book rubbed her slightly throbbing temples and said with some impatience, “I knew it would be these guys!”
These four Spiritual Energy organizations, like the Night Watch, were all victims of the Miracle Order...
The active regions of Aptya and the Assassins sect already overlapped to some extent with the Miracle Order. After the previous generation’s Miracle Saint of the Miracle Order perished and temporarily withdrew from Z Country, countless conflicts, big and small, erupted between them and these two major organizations.
The White God Group, on the other hand, was considered a generational enemy because the deities they worshipped had similarities to the origin of the Miracle Order, and the authority of that deity had once been eroded by the Miracle Order’s faith.
As for Kasuga Grand Shrine, they could only blame their damn national situation, where cults were rampant. Although the Miracle Order had been active in R Country more than a decade ago, it had since taken root and flourished after entering that fertile soil, and Kasuga Grand Shrine had spent a massive amount of manpower and resources but failed to eradicate it.
Now that there was an opportunity to kick the Miracle Order while it was down, it would be strange if these Spiritual Energy organizations didn’t jump out.
What’s more, if Yumen Pass truly fell, they would be among the first Spiritual Energy organizations to be affected.
Concerned for their own safety, they wished the Night Watch would immediately activate all super-standard Spiritual Energy items to directly blast Yumen Pass into a pile of debris.
After a brief contemplation, Nameless Book said indifferently, “I won’t be attending this remote meeting. I need to stay here and monitor things. You go and ask Senior Black Emperor to attend the meeting.”
At a time like this, that old scoundrel is still playing dead. It’s time to find something to make him move... Nameless Book added in her heart.
“...” The Night Watch operative looked at Nameless Book’s back, hesitated several times as if to speak, then bowed slightly and turned around, quickly leaving the room.
Saying she needed to stay here and monitor, wasn’t she just finding it troublesome and didn’t want to get involved in politics with the representatives of those organizations?
However, Lord Black Emperor is indeed an excellent “debater”! The Night Watch operative thought.
As one of Nameless Book’s secretaries, he had personally witnessed Black Emperor arguing with Spiritual Energy organizations from other countries. His methods were simple, crude, and unadorned—he would express his views with super-fast speech enhanced by the power of thunder, giving the other party no chance to speak.
Although in terms of speech speed alone, he still couldn’t compare to those monks from India’s Aptya who served in temples and chanted scriptures all day, if he really couldn’t win with words, he could always bang on the table and throw a tantrum!
After all, looking across the major Spiritual Energy organizations globally, few could compare fists with Black Emperor...
After seeing off the Night Watch operative, Nameless Book redirected her gaze back to the light screen in the observation room. As soon as she looked, she frowned.
The Night Erosion around Yumen Pass had suddenly stopped spreading, and the Night Erosion Rate in the core area had stabilized at around 17, fluctuating back and forth.
What... is going on? Nameless Book wondered, perplexed.
