Chapter 156

[Ding!]

[Detected the descent of an Evil God's aura. The original trajectory of the world's fate is beginning to show slight deviations, causing ripples in the River of Fate. Purifying this Evil God's aura to correct the original fate trajectory of the world will yield a large number of Fate Points and may grant the host the favor of this world's destiny.]

[Ding! Methods to purify the Evil God's aura are as follows!]

[Method 1: Consume 1000 Fate Points to condense a "Light of Purification" from the River of Fate and completely cleanse the Evil God's aura!]

[Method 2: The Angelic race possesses purification laws. The host can use the Angelic Scepter to summon a Six-Winged Angel to purify the Evil God's aura. (Note: Even a wisp of the Evil God's aura is not something a Six-Winged Angel can easily purify. Before attempting purification, ensure the angel retains most of its energy; otherwise, there is a risk of purification failure.)]

[Method 3: Mastering purification or light-based laws allows the host to erase the Evil God's aura using the power of laws.]

[Method 4: ...]

[Warning!]

[The Evil God's aura has already fused with an Evil God cultist, undergoing unknown changes. The host must choose carefully!]

[Hint: The Evil God cultist is using a worm blood sacrifice to gain power and transform. Eliminating all the worms will interrupt the blood sacrifice and cause partial ritual backlash on the cultist.]

Just as Eren climbed to the rooftop of a five-story building, an inexplicable sense of unease filled his heart.

At that moment, a notification rang in his mind.

As he processed the information, his pupils shrank sharply.

Eren had already sensed that these eerie worms were not normal, but he hadn't expected them to be so extraordinary.

To think they were related to an Evil God—it was far beyond his initial expectations.

The Evil God mentioned in the Fate Balance notification clearly wasn't some half-baked deity like Loki from Asgard.

After all, Loki alone didn't have the power to shift the trajectory of fate just by leaving behind a trace of his aura.

Seeing the special warning in the Fate Balance notification urging him to be cautious in making a choice, Eren quickly deduced the potential dangers of this mission.

Thinking about it, he hesitated for a moment.

This mission was undeniably dangerous, but the benefits were just as tempting.

The notification explicitly mentioned a large number of Fate Points, which surely wouldn't be a small amount.

If he could obtain them, it might mean another significant boost in his strength.

Moreover, the phrase "may grant the host the favor of this world's destiny" caught his attention.

The benefits of being favored by fate needed no explanation.

Even if it wasn't on par with those so-called "children of destiny," at the very least, it could improve his luck.

And honestly?

Eren could use some better luck.

Ever since he had arrived in this world, disaster after disaster had unfolded around him in such a short time.

Sometimes, he seriously questioned whether there was something wrong with his luck.

Otherwise, why did all these catastrophes always seem to find him?

Of course, he had to admit that, in some cases, he deliberately put himself in dangerous situations just to gain more Fate Points.

After a few moments of thought, Eren ultimately decided to see if he could purify this so-called Evil God's aura.

Not just for the rewards.

He wanted to see just how powerful this so-called favor of destiny truly was.

The moment he made his decision, a certain figure in a nearby alleyway—a clown-faced version of himself, poking at writhing worms with a wooden stick—received the same information from his main body.

"A cultist infused with an Evil God's aura? A worm blood sacrifice? Well, this is getting more and more interesting."

Tossing the short wooden stick aside, the clown-faced Eren stretched lazily before stepping out of the alley.

"In that case, let's test the quality of this so-called cultist."

As he spoke, he gently ran his fingers over a bracelet woven from silver-white threads on his wrist.

"Speaking of which, you must be eager as well, huh?"

Behind him, Bucky silently watched his new boss.

He didn't know why, but sometimes, he felt like his boss's way of thinking was different from ordinary people.

Stepping out of the alley, the clown-faced Eren spread his arms, gazing expectantly at the writhing mass of worms emerging from the sewers, merging together into a roiling tide surging toward him.

"Come on, my little darlings."

"Damn it! I'm out of bullets!"

A soldier shouted after emptying his magazine into the tide of worms.

Without hesitation, he unclipped a tactical grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, and took two quick steps forward before hurling it into the mass of writhing creatures.

However, before the grenade could hit the ground, two serpent-like appendages formed from the worms suddenly shot out, intercepting the grenade mid-air.

BOOM!

The explosion obliterated the two worm-serpents.

But because the grenade detonated prematurely, its impact was significantly weaker than expected.

"What the hell?! Am I seeing things? Those worms just acted like they have brains! They actually—"

Before the dumbfounded soldier could finish his sentence, his squadmate yanked him by the arm and pulled him away at full speed.

"Idiot! Don't space out!"

The moment they fled their position, the tide of worms completely engulfed the spot where they had stood.

Not long after, the escaping soldiers spotted a strange figure ahead.

It was a man wearing a clown mask, arms outstretched, walking straight toward them.

One of the soldiers immediately shouted, "Run! If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

"Oh, really?"

The clown-faced Eren chuckled softly before speaking.

"A worm blood sacrifice, huh? I'd love to see who kills whom in the end."

As soon as the words left his mouth, his body shot forward like an arrow, charging straight into the writhing tide of worms.

"Web Devour!"

In the split second before he made contact, the clown-faced Eren flicked his right hand toward the swarm.

In the next moment, strands of cursed silk wove together, forming a crude silver spiderweb that shot forward and ensnared the front of the worm tide.

Each strand of silver silk was as sharp as a legendary blade, effortlessly slicing through the mass of writhing creatures.

Unlike before, the worms that were severed by the cursed silk did not get absorbed back into the swarm to serve as nourishment for their kin.

Instead, the moment they were cut down, their flesh and blood were instantly devoured by the cursed silk.

And as it consumed more and more, the cursed silk grew longer.

Most noticeably, the spiderweb Eren had thrown now appeared significantly larger.

"Good!"

Seeing the cursed silk feed on the worms and extend in length, a crazed grin appeared on the clown-faced Eren's lips.

With a sharp tug, he swung the cursed silk to the side.

Like a blade through butter, the web shredded countless worms into halves, their torn flesh instantly turning to ash as the cursed silk devoured them.

Finding the web somewhat unwieldy, he quickly altered his approach.

The cursed silk rapidly twisted and wove itself into a crude whip in Eren's hands.

Lifting the whip, he lashed it toward the approaching tide of worms.

Dozens of silver threads sliced through the creatures, carving a massive gap in the swarm.

"I knew it! A clown and a whip—now that's a perfect match!"

Feeling the newfound ease of handling the whip compared to the spiderweb, the clown-faced Eren grinned and swung it again.

Gripping the "Soul-Devouring Whip," he twirled his body into motion.

The worm tide loomed ever closer, radiating an overwhelming sense of danger.

Yet, instead of fear, the impending peril only heightened his excitement.

The threat sent a thrill through his nerves, making his movements even swifter, more agile.

With a simple step back, he dodged a torrent of worms spewed toward his face.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the "Soul-Devouring Whip" lashed out once more, carving another deep gash in the swarm.

Without hesitation, Eren stepped into the gap he had just created.

From both sides, the worms surged like an avalanche, desperate to swallow him whole.

Faced with this nightmarish tide, Eren showed no trace of fear. Instead, his grin widened.

Then—he started to spin.

As he twirled, the "Soul-Devouring Whip" spiraled around him, forming a deadly vortex.

Like a dancer lost in his own world, the clown-faced Eren performed a waltz of death amidst the writhing tide.

Each turn of his body brought another arc of carnage.

With every graceful movement, the whip lashed out, tearing through the swarm, reducing the creatures to drifting ash.

The more the cursed silk devoured, the longer the "Soul-Devouring Whip" grew, its reach expanding, its power intensifying.

Round after round—

Unknowingly, Eren had cleared a six-meter-wide vacuum of death around him.

Within this radius, not a single worm remained.

At last, the monstrous tide hesitated.

It seemed to realize that this clown-faced man was not someone to be trifled with.

Instead of charging forward, a section of the worm tide splintered off, flowing in a different direction, deliberately avoiding him.

"Oh? You know how to dodge? Seems you worms aren't as brainless as I thought."

Yet, just because they wanted to avoid him didn't mean he would let them go.

Tasting the benefits of the cursed silk's rapid growth, Eren was far from satisfied.

With a flick of his body, he lunged toward the thickest part of the swarm, his "Soul-Devouring Whip" lashing out relentlessly.

Dashing through the sea of creatures with effortless grace, he moved as though wading through air.

Under his control, the whip became even more bizarre, its strikes sharper, fiercer, brimming with an eerie power.

Every swing effortlessly tore through waves of worms, carving deep scars into the tide.

However—

Every move he made was akin to dancing on the edge of a blade.

Despite how miraculous his performance appeared, it was not without cost.

The reality was that every step he took was the result of razor-sharp intuition and precise observation.

A single misstep could lead to his instant demise, swallowed whole by the tide.

Eren's body was strong—far beyond that of ordinary humans—but he was no Hulk.

If he let his guard down for even a moment, these creatures would devour him within seconds.

Under such high-stakes conditions, his mind was running at full throttle.

He pushed his clown instincts to the limit, sharpened his perception to the extreme.

Even more, he forced his body into a semi-sleeping state, overloading his adrenal glands to enter a bullet-time-like trance.

Each step he took was carefully chosen—always landing on the safest possible spot with the least number of worms.

Sometimes, it was atop a car.

Other times, on the lid of a trash can.

And when no suitable foothold was available, he would simply create one—whipping open a brief moment of safety.

His sheer willpower commanded his body with precision, carrying him through this deadly dance.

But he wasn't repulsed by the madness of it all.

If anything—he was enjoying it.

The rush.

The adrenaline.

The ecstasy of defying death.

Before long, his performance drew attention.

The soldier who had earlier warned Eren to run stood frozen in place, his jaw practically unhinged.

"What the hell… This has to be an illusion…"

Above the battlefield, a news helicopter hovered in the sky, broadcasting the chaos live from Harlem.

When the New York News Network reporter saw the insane spectacle below, he wasted no time shouting to the camera:

"Oh my God! LOOK AT THAT!"

Millions of people across the city watched in stunned silence as the clown-faced figure danced among the worms.

At that moment, countless voices erupted in shock.

"Mom! That masked clown… he's dancing with the monsters!"

"Holy shit! That guy is insane! Those deadly worms can't even touch him!"

"He's—he's dancing while butchering those things!"

"Damn it! How strong is that clown?! If only I had his kind of power…"

"What the hell is that weapon he's using? Wherever it hits, the worms just disintegrate…"

(End of Chapter)

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