Chapter 13: Come Seek Revenge on Me! I Deserve It!

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[You shoot a cloud-piercing arrow at a downward angle.]
[The cloud-piercing arrow breaks the door lock, then curves away, disappearing into the ceiling, heading straight for the moon.]
“That really can curve,” Zhou Quan raised an eyebrow, realizing the cloud-piercing arrow couldn’t be used like a pistol.
Once fired, it might miss the target and instead curve away toward the moon.
Luckily, he had learned this through simulation.
[You discover the diva is taking a bath.]
[You remain fully alert.]
[The diva rushes out of the bathroom, performing a wall-kick flying strike, attacking you with a whip-like leg.]
[You tear your card and transform.]
[You instantly teleport behind her, plunging your thick claws into her body, tearing her apart.]
[A worm jumps out of the diva’s body.]
[You were prepared.]
[You slash the worm into several segments with your claws.]
[You burn the worm’s corpse to ashes.]
[Simulation successful.]
Seeing the words “Simulation successful,” Zhou Quan understood—it was truly over this time.
Once again, he had acted as an accomplice to an evil god, killing a morally upright and noble person.
Zhou Quan fell silent.
He felt a heavy weight in his heart, as if a stone pressed down on it.
[You have achieved the following accomplishments in this simulation:]
[① Unconventional Fandom]
[Her final moments belong entirely to you; only you know what expression she wore, what screams she uttered, and what despair she endured.]
[② Practice Makes Perfect]
[This is the second, but certainly not the last.]
[③ Worm Slayer]
[Here’s a secret: even the evil god hates worms.]
The text kept scrolling.
[You have earned the following rewards in this simulation:]
[① 3 Achievement Points]
[② 1 Opportunity to Draw a Talent]
[③ 2 Days of Vitality]
Zhou Quan paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and snarled, “Two days? I helped you kill the diva, Wang Lin, and you only give me two days?”
“Is the diva worth less than the orphanage director?”
He understood that every life was priceless and could not be measured.
But this time, the evil god only granted him two days of life.
Divided equally, his parents could only gain one day each.

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Last time it was ten days; this time, only two.
What about next time?
It won’t be just one day, will it?
Eventually, if he helped the evil god kill someone, the god might only grant him a few minutes of life.
He would truly become a puppet of the evil god!
Originally, the deal was that if he helped the evil god simulate methods to destroy the world, the god would cure his parents.
But the evil god hadn’t fulfilled the promise—not only failing to heal his parents, but the vitality granted had drastically shrunk.
Suddenly, Zhou Quan felt deceived, and a blazing fury ignited within him.
“You lied to me!”
Clenching his fists so tightly his nails nearly dug into his palms, his body trembled with anger.
At that moment, a few lines of text appeared on the notebook again.
[This simulation has ended.]
[After the sun rises again, you may perform the next simulation to praise the great evil god.]
A faint green light seeped from the notebook’s seams, forming a glowing orb the size of a glass marble, quietly floating before Zhou Quan.
The evil god did not respond to his anger; perhaps this was the god’s response.
“Heh.” Zhou Quan let out a bitter laugh.
Ordinary people who make deals with evil gods might well be consumed to the bone.
“Damn it! Serves me right!”
He gritted his teeth and cupped the god’s meager gift, dividing it between his eyes-closed parents.
[1 day 2 hours]
A faint flush returned to Zhou Quan’s parents’ faces, no longer the ghastly pale they had been.
Zhou Quan clenched his fists again.
Killing a noble diva only earned his parents one extra day of life.
By this time tomorrow, he would have to run another simulation, or his parents would die.
The evil god had him completely under control!
“I’m sorry, Wang Lin. If you can become a ghost, come back and take revenge on me.”
“I deserve this! It’s my fault!”
He was filled with regret and self-reproach.
Since he had allied with the evil god, he had walked a path of no return—there was no way to turn back now.
No amount of regret could resurrect the old orphanage director or reverse completed simulations.
Zhou Quan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
He stared at the words on the notebook, forcing himself to think.
The evil god won’t lift the curse on my parents; it will only keep manipulating me, making me its lapdog.
I cannot place my hopes on the evil god—I have to figure this out myself.
Right! The Grey Night Society!
They know about my parents’ situation; I can learn more from them.
If someone casts curses, there must be someone who can break them.

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If I can lift the curse on my parents by my own skill, I won’t have to work for the evil god anymore!
At this thought, Zhou Quan’s desire to break free from the evil god grew stronger.
“I need to think carefully.”
Rubbing his temples, Zhou Quan recalled that he had just killed the president of the Grey Night Society, making them blood enemies.
The Grey Night Society definitely wouldn’t cooperate with him.
But no matter what, I must find a way to connect with the supernatural world; the Grey Night Society is a breakthrough point.
If killing their president means they won’t cooperate, what if I kill their vice president too?
Since I’m already blood enemies with the Grey Night Society, if I don’t act, they’ll act against me secretly—maybe even against my parents and sister.
Better to catch and kill them all.
There must be someone in the entire Grey Night Society willing to work with me, right?
By killing them off, maybe I can eventually dominate the Grey Night Society and fully enter the supernatural world.
Murderous intent lingered at the tip of Zhou Quan’s heart.
He refused to work for the evil god because he couldn’t bear killing good people like the old orphanage director and the diva.
But for enemies like the Grey Night Society who threatened his family, he would show no mercy!
From another perspective, he had already become the evil god’s dog for his family’s sake—if someone still dared to threaten his family...
Zhou Quan gradually formed a plan.
First, lure out the Grey Night Society, then kill until they submit to him and learn about the curse on his parents.
Then contact other supernatural forces to lift the curse on his parents.
“I’m going to draw a talent.” Zhou Quan whispered.
To realize his plan, he needed stronger power, no matter whose.
As he spoke, the words on the notebook dissolved into the pure white paper, forming a sharp black-and-white water mirror.
[① Weapons of Mass Destruction]
[Carry a tube of laundry detergent at all times, greatly increasing presence and deterrence (I have nothing, but others always think I have something.)]
[② Bragging]
[Accuse others of bragging, interrupt their show-off, and inherit their style (Bragging? You’re a born god? Even born gods can’t do this; only I can show off!)]
[③ Let’s Speak Chinese]
[Force everyone to speak Chinese, specifically modern Mandarin (Keep speaking your gibberish, why stop? Can’t talk now?)]
[④ Mirror Casting]
[Your spells echo through time and space, casting twice (You think it’s over? It’s only just begun!)]
[⑤ Really Hungry]
[Excellent appetite, can eat anything (Hungry, eat iron pills; thirsty, drink copper juice; I’ll sit at the table with the Great Sage!)]
[Please make your choice quickly.]
Zhou Quan stared at the densely packed small characters on the notebook, feeling surprised.
This time was different from last time.
Not only were five talents randomly presented, but he was allowed to choose himself?