Chapter 152: The Abyss Is Dead; Behold Your New God

Hearing the man's words, the rest of the Abyss Guild members burst into laughter, shaking their heads one after another.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait, it's all a misunderstanding, Old Ji, I can explain—"

Lin Bufei anxiously jumped down from the table, but fearing he might get beaten up, he frantically reached out to test the waters.

Ji Linmo stayed right where he was, irritably whipping the rope across Lin Bufei's face.

"Alright, you never act serious. Half a charlatan, half a fool, plus you! You guys are acting like this is a joke, what on earth are you trying to do?"

Seeing Lin Bufei and Liu Xiaoxiao looking at each other in bewilderment, seemingly clueless about what they were even trying to achieve, Ji Linmo was left completely speechless.

As expected, romance lowers one's intelligence.

Right now, the intellectual level of these two had plummeted straight down to the horizon.

Ji Linmo sighed, silently picking up the glasses from the floor and putting them back on Liu Xiaoxiao.

"Let your sister speak. Speak properly, and stop messing around."

Outside the house, however, the sound of an alarm suddenly rang out once again.

The howling air raid siren was deafening, freezing everyone in place, leaving them too terrified to even step outside and check.

"Again?"

Ji Linmo tightly knitted his brows, an extreme sense of astonishment gripping his heart.

Only a short while had passed since the last alarm, so why was the second one coming so soon? Were they not planning to leave players any way to survive?

Yet, he quickly realized something was different, because the players outside, gazing up at the sky, had faces painted with shock and delight.

Fluttering objects were falling from the sky like rain.

Countless players were joyfully picking something up from the ground.

"Everyone! It is the great Abyss! Yes, such a powerful aura! It is something only the true god who rules this world could possess! It is the Abyss! The Abyss has descended once more!"

Liu Xiao took a sniff of the air, her expression instantly turning ecstatic, and she sprinted out recklessly.

The other players of the Abyss Guild could not wait either, rushing out to kneel on the ground alongside Liu Xiao.

Ji Linmo slowly walked out the door. He raised his head to gaze at the sky, feeling as though he had stepped into a dream.

Up in the sky, food was actually falling!

Various drinks and foods were cascading from the heavens like rain, pattering onto the ground.

It was as though the heavens were pitying all living beings, generously showering their blessings upon this place.

"Goodness, what a wonderful thing! These are all items we could only eat in the real world!"

Countless players frantically gathered the items from the ground to serve as their future rations.

Among them, players who had been starving for a long time could not wait and started eating right away.

Facing this carnival-like spectacle, Ji Linmo was also seduced, unable to resist picking up a lollipop from the ground.

It was his favorite lychee flavor...

The man pondered for a moment before tearing open the packaging.

The very second he put it in his mouth, however, he frowned and pulled it out.

This lollipop had expired!

An indescribable strange taste fermented on the tip of his tongue, assaulting his taste buds.

Ji Linmo cursed himself for being careless. Inspecting the packaging, he discovered that this lollipop had expired nearly six years ago!

"Ugh—what is this taste?!"

"Goodness, why is it moldy?"

Sounds of vomiting rose and fell one after another; quite a few players began to spit out the food in their mouths.

The food, seemingly exquisite in packaging and exuding an enticing aroma, turned out to be covered in green mold the moment it was opened, or released a bizarre taste the instant it entered the mouth.

All the food had expired years ago and was completely inedible.

Ji Linmo picked up another beautifully packaged loaf of bread. He knew very well that unsealing it would only reveal a surface covered in mold.

Every piece of seemingly exquisite food before his eyes could only stir human desire without truly satisfying hunger.

[Alert! All players, kneel and pay homage! The god is about to arrive!]

[Severe alert! All players, kneel and pay homage! The god is about to arrive! Mortals must worship!]

The piercing, deafening prompt echoed in every player's ears.

Ji Linmo frowned. He covered his ears and looked up toward the sky.

The sky, which had just been pitch black, suddenly grew bright patch by patch, as though a sun was slowly rising in the east.

Yet in an instant, the brightening sky turned crimson, painting the firmament with blood like a setting sun.

"Old Ji! Something's wrong! Kneel down quickly!!!"

Lin Bufei, who never took anything seriously, suddenly wore a look of utter terror. Kneeling on the ground, he screamed toward Ji Linmo.

Meanwhile, Liu Xiao, who was prostrated flat on the ground, had eyes full of terror, her body trembling violently.

She stared in disbelief at the blood-red sky, her lips shivering uncontrollably.

"No... This is darker than darkness itself, a despairing and hopeless aura... But it should be the God of the Abyss!"

"Yet this... What is this? So terrifying... So terrifying!"

Ji Linmo widened his eyes. He looked up at the sky and, amidst the crimson hue, beheld a pair of unimaginably massive hands.

Swish—

Those unimaginably massive hands gently opened in the sky.

In an instant, a formidable, terrifying, and breath-stealing pressure engulfed everyone like a towering, surging wave.

"Ah ah ah! My eyes!"

With a piercing scream, a player who had been too stunned to kneel in time and had instead stared straight up at the sky covered his eyes in terror.

Blood gushed from his sockets; his eyes seemed to have been scorched by the sun, melting into two bloody, mangled craters.

"Old Ji, don't just stand there stunned, get down here right now!!!"

Lin Bufei's body trembled uncontrollably; at that moment, he wished he could bury his head right between his legs.

Yet Ji Linmo stood as though he had lost his soul, staring fixedly at the sky.

In the sky, the colossal figure behind those hands seemed to have noticed Ji Linmo, and its fingers slowly shifted.

Thump!

Following another shout from Lin Bufei, Ji Linmo snapped violently back to his senses.

What was he doing just now?!

The next second, the man hurriedly dropped to his knees as well, mimicking the others by prostrating himself piously on the ground.

Cold sweat beaded on Ji Linmo's forehead, and a thin layer of perspiration soaked his back.

Never before, no matter how terrifying the crisis, had he felt such sheer terror as this.

This indescribable despair and fear, as if pressed down inch by inch into the dust, felt as though it were carved into his very genes.

What was happening? Was this what a god truly was!

Compared to it, players like them were truly nothing more than ants begging for mercy!

That pair of giant hands continued to scatter food onto the ground.

Long-expired, fungus-infected dark red rice drifted down like snowflakes, landing atop everyone's heads.

Ji Linmo knelt prostrate on the ground, his breathing growing rapid.

Yet he was still among the better-off; many other players had already passed out under the immense pressure or even lost control of their bowels out of sheer terror!

The toll of a funeral bell suddenly echoed across the sky, striking precisely twelve times, neither more nor less.

And that pair of giant hands finally opened completely, letting every last grain of blood-red rice cascade downward in a torrent.

In the alley, as silent as a graveyard, men and women knelt prostrate amidst the blood-colored grains, trembling to the echoes of the funeral bell like a canvas painted in hell.

[Notice: The Abyss is dead. Players, please welcome your new god.]