Time passed, and things seemed to change on the altar. The men in black began to stir, and the leader, unable to stop them, was overwhelmed with emotion.
Finally, the pale girl on the altar suddenly opened her eyes, her dark pupils looking eerily at the "believers," and a wide smile curving her lips upwards.
"So it was you who summoned me?"
The darkness could not stop these overjoyed believers. God not only cast his gaze upon them, but also bestowed divine grace upon the offerings!
The leader, excited, was the first to step forward to answer the gods, when suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and a bloodstain appeared.
Ouch, it hurts so much! Why is the blood flowing so fast? The leader, bewildered, futilely covered his neck with his hands, and blood gushed out from between his fingers, staining the surroundings red.
As the leader lay dying, he vaguely saw a black line.
No, it seems to be hair, it's a divine hair that killed me. Why did He want to kill me...?
Even as they finally sank into nothingness, they could still hear familiar voices echoing through the air—screams and terrified pleas for mercy.
The room was completely dark; even the candlelight couldn't pierce the darkness. Black hair, all black hair, densely filling the entire space.
Before his death, the leader's heart could not find peace; instead, it was filled with confusion.
This world is coveted by all sorts of "gods," but truly entering it is not so simple. Using the call of believers as an anchor point is a very common practice.
The "gods" who are summoned are often overjoyed and eager to respond to the call and enter the world.
The world is their "food," and believers are their outstretched tentacles. They are not "gods" without chaos and bloodlust, but they would not kill all the anchors before the initial period was over!
Why, why, why!
The leader's question was destined to remain unanswered.
As the hair was pulled back, drops of blood dripped smoothly from above, like a picky child who had previously disliked their favorite food.
Eventually, everything returned to calm, just as an ordinary high school girl sat up from the altar, stretched, as if she had finally woken up from a deep sleep.
If we ignore the corpses around the altar, which are in various positions, then...
The system jumped out from the corner, wanting to speak to its host, but seeing the obvious thoughtful expression on Ling Xiao's face, it shut its mouth.
Memories from this body kept surfacing, and Ling Xiao flipped through them out of boredom.
Qu Yin has a name that sounds just like the female lead's, but she doesn't have the life of one. She has a pretty face and above-average grades. The only thing that's unusual about her is that she's a real heiress.
Everyone is familiar with this situation, so I won't go into details. It's just a case of mistaken identity where babies are switched at birth, and then years later, they all go back to their original homes.
The biological father valued blood ties and insisted on sending the adopted daughter back to her biological daughter, taking her back into his home.
However, everyone else in the family preferred the fake heiress and treated the ordinary real heiress with indifference or even disregard.
If it continues to develop, depending on the different themes, the music could be either inspiring and uplifting, slapping the faces of family members, or transforming into a vicious female supporting character who is trampled underfoot by a fake heiress.
However, the world suddenly changed too fast, and everything got out of control.
For some unknown reason, supernatural beings have emerged, and many people with supernatural abilities have suddenly appeared, even though they are not yet strong enough to withstand modern weapons.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the key to the next era is the extraordinary!
At a time of rapid change in the world, a nightmare suddenly appears, waking everyone from their reverie.
A group of "evil gods" appeared out of nowhere, frantically trying to devour the entire world as nourishment. Their power was extremely vast, far beyond what a novice superhuman could withstand.
Fortunately, the world seems to have realized this threat, and the evil gods can no longer directly enter the world to feast.
They can only use various methods to corrupt a portion of human consciousness and power, and the evil gods are also very hostile to each other, often attacking and fighting each other.
Therefore, the human side was barely able to put up a fight and maintain social order.
However, various upheavals are inevitable, among which the sects that serve evil gods are the most terrifying. The minds of their followers have become distorted, or even completely distorted by the power of evil gods.
Holding ceremonies and sacrificing humans indiscriminately are their specialties.
They harbored extreme malice towards the superhumans on the human side, wishing they could kill all those who prevented the arrival of the gods they worshipped.
Qu Yin couldn't adapt to the teaching at the elite school—and there really is such a thing as an elite school—so she ran away in a huff to clear her head, and then got chosen as a sacrifice by a newly established cult.
I've decided on you!
A high school girl, sitting on the altar and swinging her legs, let out a clear, crisp voice:
"What a chaotic place. I'm afraid I won't be able to win."
When it reaches the ear, it is automatically translated as:
There are so many delicious things! Which one should I eat first? What if I bite into something hard?
He dutifully cleared his throat.
"Host, don't worry. The Supreme God has also given us some support. Ta-da! Let's see what system we've loaded this time."
"The Fire System's function is to burn all matter into extremely pure energy."
Ling Xiao's eyes lit up. "Isn't this just a multi-functional rice cooker?" she thought, laughing happily. "It's perfectly reasonable!" she declared confidently.
"How thoughtful. I was worried that if I ate too much unclean food, it would pollute my hard-won pure body."
The system got goosebumps, but could only go along with it and feign compliance.
Just as they were having a pleasant conversation, a sudden noise came from the doorway, and the tightly sealed door was violently broken open, letting in light mixed with flying sawdust.
The flickering candlelight then went out.
Ling Xiao raised her eyes slightly and looked over curiously...
What those who entered saw was an endless array of black-clad corpses, some lying face up, some with their heads tilted to one side, and others slumped against the wall.
What remained unchanged was the bloodstains surrounding the body.
The pure white girl, surrounded by corpses, sat on the altar like a white lotus flower growing from a mountain of corpses and a pool of blood.
He watched them curiously, even swinging his legs listlessly, the smile still lingering on his lips.
A wave of fear washed over the intruders. Han Yuan, who was leading his men to eradicate a cult of evil gods, felt a chill run down his spine. His radar was telling him—
Run!
Otherwise, I will die, I will definitely die.
The words "surrender" were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't utter them. Han Yuan's face turned ashen; he had never encountered such bad luck.
Despite being a cult that got even the rituals wrong, they actually managed to summon an evil god.
This leaves other cults, who are willing to sacrifice entire cities for their own gain, in a very awkward position.
And this "deity," are you really that indiscriminate?
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