socalfunplaces Chapter 39 The Rakshasa God Dies! Give your all for fun!
Chapter 39 The Rakshasa God Dies! Give your all for fun!
Chapter 39 The Rakshasa God Dies! Give your all for fun!
The next moment, something happened that shocked Bibi Dong.
Those shackles of vengeful spirits that are enough to erode one's sanity.
When you touch the masked man within three feet.
It was like hitting an invisible wall.
Then, at an even faster pace and with a more joyful attitude—
It rebounded.
And they were twisted into ghostly clown figures making faces and performing comical dances.
It happily circled around Bibi Dong.
It also let out a strange laugh of "hee hee ha ha".
"You see, the tension of tragedy requires contrast!"
The masked man clapped his hands and jumped around.
"Pure destruction is so boring!"
Adding a touch of absurd comedy instantly adds more depth, doesn't it?
That's the charm of art!
Bibi Dong took a half step back in shock.
I finally realized what was in front of me.
It's probably far beyond her comprehension.
"What—what exactly do you want?"
"Good question! It hits the nail on the head!"
The masked man instantly "slid" to within a meter of Bibi Dong.
The red curve on that smiling face seemed even more exaggerated.
He leaned forward slightly.
Using a method of sharing earth-shattering secrets.
She whispered seductively, "Me!"
I just want to see more fun!
His voice was filled with boundless longing and fervor: "Just think about it!"
A closed little world.
Suddenly thrown into an epic tale of "immortality" and fall.
It was stuffed with a lonely dragonborn from the starry sea.
And those two old friends, sifting through the rubble for embers—
The stage is set up! The actors are entering one after another!
The script seems to be heading towards a tragic and somber path of redemption —
but!"
He suddenly opened his arms wide.
It seemed to want to embrace the entire Papal Palace.
Embrace the world: "It's too orderly!"
This is too serious!
Lacking something disruptive and explosive,
A chaos so intense it'll make every audience member jump out of their chair!
He moved closer to Bibi Dong again.
The mask was almost pressed against her face.
That joyful voice carried a cold allure: "And you, my dear Bibidon, you are the best 'seed of chaos' here!"
You are desperate, you are insane, you crave power to the point of recklessness!
Your original script has become boring, hasn't it?
"Well then—how about trying something even more exciting?"
He held up one finger.
He gently tapped Bibi Dong's forehead.
Although it was not touched.
But Bibi Dong felt her own soul.
It felt as if something had touched it.
Cold and trembling.
I give you strength.
Not like Rakshasa, who is petty and narrow-minded.
"This inferior, secondhand divine power." His voice was full of seduction.
"It's the power that allows you to truly participate" in this drama —
Fragments of "a little bit of joy".
A spark that ignites the rules, creates surprises, and subverts the script.
Bibi Dong's heart began to pound.
She hissed, "Why did you choose me? What do you want in return?"
"Choose you?"
No, no, no, it's "fun" that chose you!
The masked man spun around happily.
"As for what I want to get?"
Hahahahaha!
"I want to see the Star God splash water in this little pond!"
The Star Gods are all single-minded.
Destruction is a madman.
Immortality is a strange person; memories are...
Hmm, he doesn't exist!
Hahahaha~
He stopped abruptly and said in the most sincere tone, "I want to see a battle of the Star Gods!"
I want to see you, this worm, tear apart the high and mighty Star God!
Even if it's just a tiny projection of their power.
Fireworks colliding in this world —
Oh!
There's no fun more than this!
And you will be the most beautiful spark to ignite the fuse!
"Accept it."
The masked man's finger was pointing in the air.
An indescribable force.
Like a gentle stream.
It began to penetrate her body.
"Become the spokesperson for chaos, muddy the waters, and overturn the chessboard!"
Let this show race off in an unpredictable, utterly hilarious direction!
Bibi Dong's breathing became heavy.
The masked man's seductive whispers still echoed in the hall.
That power of "pleasure".
Like a sweet poison.
It began to seep into Bibi Dong's soul and body.
It was in her will.
The madness that is about to overturn everything is about to happen.
The moment of complete engulfment—
"stop!!!"
A voice.
It exploded like a thunderclap in the deepest part of her soul!
The sound did not come from the outside.
It was a direct manifestation of the Rakshasa's divine will in her consciousness!
The power of the Rakshasa God surged uncontrollably from Bibi Dong's body.
Behind her, a phantom of a god appeared, wearing a crown and holding a huge demonic scythe.
The phantom's eyes burned with furious purple flames.
They kept their eyes fixed on the masked stranger.
"Heretics! Demons! Don't even think about bewitching my successor!"
The voice of the Rakshasa god carried the oppressive power of a deity.
They tried to dispel the infiltrating power of "pleasure".
"Bibi Dong! Wake up! Reject it!"
This power is incredibly strange and extraordinary, not found in this world, and certainly not of the righteous path!
If you accept it, your soul will be forever plunged into an abyss of chaos.
The divine test will render all our previous efforts futile! It's too dangerous!
Inside the Papal Palace, two invisible forces clashed on Bibi Dong's altar.
Bibi Dong's consciousness swung violently between the two, and she clutched her head in anguish.
However, the masked man's reaction to this.
But it was beyond everyone's expectations.
He showed no fear, no anger.
There wasn't even the slightest hint of displeasure at being disturbed.
He simply paused.
He did it slowly, very slowly.
He turned the mask with only a smiling face toward the illusory image of the Rakshasa's divine sense.
The silence lasted for about three seconds.
Then came a "Huh—?"
The masked man let out a long, nasal sound, filled with childlike innocence and doubt.
He tilted his head slightly, as if he were carefully observing an insect.
"There's a little bug here too?"
"Can it talk?"
interesting.
let me see----
Hmm, the status of an evil god, a projection of power, bound to inheritance—
oh!"
He seemed to instantly "understand" the essence of the Rakshasa's divine sense.
That cheerful tone is back.
But this time there was a clear hint of disappointment.
"This is so boring!"
He dragged out the sound, like a child complaining that a toy wasn't fun.
"Formulaic evil, programmed temptation, pre-set divine tests —"
It's all a scripted, step-by-step process!
Even the warnings are so clichéd!
There wasn't a single surprise!
Your chaos was all designed!
Counterfeit! Fake!
He waved his hand, as if shooing away an annoying fly.
"I've seen this kind of drama at least eight thousand times, if not ten thousand."
I'm so tired of it, completely fed up.
His voice suddenly lost all emotion, becoming flat and indifferent.
"So,"
He snapped his fingers lightly.
"Disappear."
The instant the snap of the fingers landed.
The phantom image of the Rakshasa's divine sense suddenly froze.
The divine power, will, and connection to the lower realm that constitute its existence —
Everything falls under the concept of "the Rakshasa god projecting here".
It was as if it had been erased.
It's as if it never existed.
The phantom couldn't even utter a ripple or a mournful cry.
It vanished into nothingness without a sound.
The surging Rakshasa divine power within Bibi Dong's body suddenly stopped flowing.
The unbreakable bond between her and Rakshasa Shenkao.
Like a thread severed by a sharp blade.
It snapped with a crack.
A faint but clear sound, as if coming from the highest and farthest reaches.
A muffled groan filled with shock and pain.
But in the next instant.
The divine body began to dance a comical dance uncontrollably.
Singing comical songs.
The immense divine power vanished like bubbles.