Chapter 202: Chapter My Lord, This Move is Called “Closing the Door to Beat the Dog”
Hearing those devout words and seeing Rast’s unwavering, resolute gaze—
Even with the insight of the Evil God of Deep Blue Port, he couldn’t help but fall into brief silence.
This truly was different.
Unlike those who passively accepted corruption—those brainless cultists who, even after falling and becoming his believers, only ever knew how to praise the Supreme Lord day in and day out—
Even with the sculpture between them, divine perception could sense the purity of faith emanating from the person before him.
He genuinely treated the affairs of the Supreme Lord as his own, fully exercising his subjective initiative to solve problems for his Lord.
The soul of this black-haired youth shone with such brilliance, dazzling like gold.
To possess such a believer was indeed a blessing.
“Your loyalty to me, your willingness to sacrifice yourself to ensure my Descent of the Evil God—I have truly felt it.”
“In that case, I will never mistreat such a devout follower.”
“Once I descend using your body as the Descent Vessel, I will find a way to preserve a fragment of your soul—”
“After I have hunted down the Death God, acquired the Eternal Night Stele from the Gravekeepers, and restored my full glory from the Age of Gods, I shall rebuild a body for you from your soul fragment.”
“Then, you shall be my right hand, the Vice Lord of Heaven.”
After a moment of silence, spiritual fluctuations rippled out from the Evil God sculpture, echoing in Rast’s mind.
“This is my honor.”
Rast once again responded calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
Seeing this, the divine thought within the sculpture of the Evil God no longer hesitated.
“Then let the Descent Ceremony begin.”
……
【Damn, that was one heck of a show.】
【This Little Ferret Gummy actually just used a few lines of persuasive speech to break the will of that cult leader, even turning his die-hard loyalists into traitorous cultists.】
【The one above, it was more than just a few lines of persuasive speech—】
【Don’t forget, that sculpture, a pollution item of the Evil God, took the initiative to throw itself at Little Ferret Gummy. If not for that, how could the cult leader’s will have shattered?】
【All I can say is… impressive, truly impressive!】
【Cut down all bull-headed rivals, pure love warriors will never be slaves.】
【Meme-ing aside, seriously, aren’t you all curious about who this Little Ferret Gummy really is?】
【At this point, he’s clearly a top-tier player. Just not sure whether he’s a pro player playing on an alt account.】
【To be honest, even pro players might not pull off something like this. It’s the first time I’ve seen someone progress through a challenge entirely without using force—just pure persuasive speech bulldozing through.】
【By the way, have you all forgotten? All of this traces back to that post on the player forum: “Does His Excellency Rast prefer cats or dogs?”】
【So, is it possible that this “Little Ferret Gummy” is actually Rast himself logging in?】
【Hey everyone, I’m Rast. Actually, I didn’t die. I’m currently fundraising to rebuild the Shoreguards organization. Just send me 648 Kols, and once the Shoreguards are rebuilt, I’ll appoint you as the next successor of The Fool’s Library.】
……
After a brief lull, the bullet comments in the stream room exploded in number.
Things had developed to the point where no bystander was watching “Little Ferret Gummy” just for laughs anymore.
His strength was now beyond question. The only thing all the onlookers cared about was—how far could this unpredictable character go within Deep Blue Port?
At this moment, “Little Ferret Gummy” had already successfully gained the recognition of all members of the cult group and naturally assumed the position of their new leader.
Moreover, he had obtained the Evil God sculpture completely intact.
According to the standard strategy flow, next, “Little Ferret Gummy” only needed to find a way to reseal the Evil God sculpture, and the entire original storyline of Deep Blue Port would be drastically altered.
Though according to the players’ exploration of Shoreguards’ Ballad, the Descent of the Evil God in Deep Blue Port on this day was an almost inevitable event—unaffected by player actions—even if the entire cult group and sculpture were destroyed, the seeds of the Iron Cross Plague had already been sown and would erupt at some later point.
However, in this way, both the timing and details of the Descent would be changed.
Such a massive plot deviation was enough to grant “Little Ferret Gummy” an extremely high score.
It was even possible for him to seize the top rank in the soon-to-be-finalized leaderboard.
However, in the stream room footage—
After “Little Ferret Gummy” grasped the Evil God sculpture and engaged in what appeared to onlookers as a brief moment of meditative silence—
His next action once again defied all expectations of the onlookers in the stream room.
……
“Lord Follower, what should we do next?”
Inside the cult group’s manor, a cultist named Aize first sent out a few people to confiscate the firearms from those die-hard loyalists who had once followed the cult leader but later committed regicide.
Clearly, there was not much trust placed in these traitorous cultists who shouted things like, “Then, there is only one answer,” and “I pledge my loyalty to you.”
And after completing all that, he respectfully approached Rast and asked for the next instruction.
He had fully assumed the role of a flunky to this official Lord Follower.
This was naturally to be expected. After all, prior to this, Aize had been nothing more than an ordinary cultist—so much so that he had been assigned to guard the sacrificial offerings in the dungeon, a clear indication of his low status within the cult group.
But now, with internal rebellion in the cult group, the former leader overthrown from the divine pedestal, and Rast having ascended as the new leader—Aize, as the first cultist to follow Rast, could be said to have rendered the merit of aiding the dragon.
When the time came to distribute rewards for service, he would no doubt become the deputy leader of the cult group, and thus took every task seriously.
“Of course, we proceed with the Supreme Lord’s Descent Ceremony.”
Rast temporarily paused his spiritual communication with the Evil God sculpture, his expression returning to one of compassion, and spoke calmly.
“That heretic earlier, though he was using the name of the Supreme Lord to peddle lies, the act he sought to perform was not wrong.”
“That act being—to welcome the Descent of the Supreme Lord—”
“To allow the Supreme Lord’s unparalleled radiance and majesty to illuminate this mundane world.”
He paused slightly.
“Of course, the true Supreme Lord is omnipresent and omnipotent...”
“So, if we wish to welcome the Lord’s descent, the only requirement is the purity of our faith—the blood sacrifices originally prepared are nothing but useless excess.”
“With the Supreme Lord’s stature, one who created the Unquantifiable Land, whose very words birth errors and thoughts twist into falsehoods, descending divine brilliance upon the world needs no reliance on external implements.”
As he spoke, Rast glanced at the Evil God sculpture in his palm.
In truth, due to being confined atop the Threshold of Seraphim, all deities descending with power into the Western Continent were significantly restricted—normally requiring faith, rituals, blood sacrifices, and other auxiliary means to bypass these limitations for a successful descent.
That, however, applied to the deities of the past.
Even without blood sacrifices in the Descent Ceremony, Rast believed the Supreme Lord could still leak divine power through the Threshold of Seraphim—though it would naturally make the process more arduous and costly.
And that was precisely Rast’s intention.
Should too much divine power and divine will descend at once from the true Evil God, he genuinely worried he wouldn’t be able to devour it all in one go.
After all, roads are walked step by step, and meals are eaten bite by bite. The mindset of devouring an entire feast at once is the ruin of any transcendent being.
Nor was Rast worried the divine will of the Deep Blue Port’s Evil God would object.
After all, as your most devout follower, I’ve already flattered you to the heavens... you can’t really expect me to walk all that back now, right?
To tell your faithful believers—that the Lord they revere is not so majestic, not “omniscient and omnipotent,” not the exalted entity that created the countless Great Chiliocosms of the Mitro River...
That in truth, the Lord is just a prisoner trapped atop the Threshold of Seraphim, struggling to even channel a sliver of power into the present world through deceit and shortcuts?
Rast believed the Evil God of Deep Blue Port would never stoop to such humiliation.
And as it turned out, even a deity from the ancient eras cared about saving face.
From beginning to end, the Evil God sculpture in Rast’s palm remained silent, clearly acknowledging Rast’s approach.
……
Within the manor at the cult group’s headquarters—
Under the efforts of the cultists, the ritual array for the Descent Ceremony was gradually being constructed.
This was originally something the cult group had planned to do anyway. Aside from the now-unused sacrificial offerings, the rest of the ritual materials had long been prepared—though the one in charge had changed, the procedure of the ceremony had barely altered, and it was swiftly assembled.
This was an altar forged entirely of Black Iron.
On the surface of the altar, the runes of the Descent Ceremony had already been drawn using mercury and fresh blood.
Surrounding the altar were all manner of ritual materials—alchemical liquids, remains of unknown creatures, shimmering gemstones glowing with luster...
Of course, the most critical component remained the summoning array drawn with blood, appearing eerily twisted and bizarre.
Clearly, in order to prepare for this Descent of the Evil God, the cult group of Deep Blue Port had emptied their coffers.
Rast dismissed the other cultists and ascended the Black Iron altar alone.
Then, from his robes he retrieved the Evil God sculpture, crouched down, and gently placed it at the convergence of the altar and those blood-red twisted runes—precisely at the eye of the formation.
Having completed that, Rast drew out a short dagger from his cloak.
He aimed the blade toward his own wrist and made a swift slash.
Splurt—
With a faint slicing sound, blood splattered through the air.
It landed upon the Evil God sculpture, transforming into a stream, trickling down the uneven surface of the sculpture... until it reached the ground, slowly seeping into the rune crevices of the altar, flooding the engraved symbols.
The crimson blood flowed more profusely, and the eerie twisted patterns on the altar, now soaked in blood, became even more vivid and bizarre.
Eventually, a layer of blood-red flame even ignited upon the Evil God sculpture.
Boom—
A tremendous roar echoed from the depths of the Void Abyss, accompanied by an overwhelmingly heavy sense of oppression.
It was as if something dreadful was about to descend.
【What the hell? I thought “Little Ferret Gummy” was just bluffing those cultists—turns out he’s really going through with the Descent of the Evil God?】
【Is he insane? Is his score too high, so he decided to commit suicide now?】
【Not gonna lie, doesn’t “Little Ferret Gummy” look even more like a cult leader than the original one?】
【Seriously, a normal player just standing near the Evil God sculpture would suffer mental corruption, and be forced to perform a Forced Logout due to low SAN value by the game’s protective system—yet this Little Ferret Gummy has been dancing around it for ages without issue. I’m starting to seriously suspect his real mental state—maybe he’s a true cultist IRL, which is why he’s unaffected in-game!】
【No way. Since Leader Grey’s rise and his sweeping conquest of the Western Continent, cult groups have vanished for over a hundred years. We’re in the high-tech Information Era now, and yet there are still Evil God remnants?】
【Where’s the net admin? What about the game moderators? Someone trace Little Ferret Gummy’s IP through the network cable—I seriously suspect this guy is a real cultist!】
Watching that frail figure standing atop the altar, bathed in twisted and eerie blood-red flames, looking even more like a cultist than the cultists themselves, the bullet comments exploded in outrage.
This Little Ferret Gummy didn’t look like he was acting.
At this moment, however, Rast naturally had no time to care about such things.
He only slightly lifted his head.
In the void beyond the heavens, at the boundary between the Present World and the Threshold of Seraphim, some kind of restriction seemed to have been torn apart.
Vast and grand divine power and divine will pierced through the barrier, guided by the Descent Ceremony runes and the sculpture, and directly descended upon the altar.
Then, under the effect of the ritual array, it was directly infused into Rast’s body.
“From the end of the Age of Gods until now, across multiple eras and tens of thousands of years, I have finally returned once again.”
“Returned to this land.”
“My follower, to become the vessel of my Descent—this is your supreme glory!”
“I shall use your body to conquer all living beings upon this land, and restore the splendor of the Age of Gods!”
A magnificent and boundless divine will rang out in Rast’s mental world, filled with inexpressible emotion and ancient sorrow.
But immediately after, the divine will of the Evil God of Deep Blue Port suddenly froze.
Because it had just realized that the follower chosen to serve as its Descent Vessel—his soul had not been crushed into dust as expected.
On the contrary, after all of its divine will and divine power had been infused into the vessel...
The other party had silently sealed the crack in his own mental world.
Just as if he were afraid the fish already on the hook might escape, and so had blocked the escape route entirely.