Young Girl Replicates Infinitely, My Numbers Have Become a Disaster

Simply uttering the true name could sometimes lead to extremely bad outcomes, even to the point of being known by the other party in that instant and drawing their attention.

"Yes, my right eye is healed, but I lost my left. Since then, the voice that grants wishes has completely disappeared, yet I... feel so much pain, as if I've lost something else. I live in a daze and fear every day. I really want to know what terrible thing I've encountered."

The young girl's voice held a hint of tears. In the dim fortune-telling room, the light filtering through the distant window made her pale complexion appear even more ghastly.

However, this situation only solidified Bai Yun's conviction.

This girl had indeed encountered a hidden event.

It was just that the other party was lucky enough not to die and instead completed a transaction with some unknown entity.

This sent a shiver down his spine, along with a strange sense of excitement.

In reality, when it came to things like evil gods, human fear far outweighed curiosity. Most people who encountered such things met a grim end.

Yet, this young lady before him... had actually had her wish granted?

An equivalent exchange, surprisingly reliable.

Even if there was danger lurking behind it.

And undoubtedly, Bai Yun himself was currently facing a predicament that he couldn't break through without praying for some kind of Strength.

"May I see the note with the written content?"

"This..."

The young girl hesitated, but in the end, she took it out and pushed it towards Bai Yun.

His gaze swept over it casually, and he immediately shifted his attention away, his heart sinking.

A standard sacrificial incantation format.

Dragon of the End?

Although it was just a fleeting glance, the first line of content was imprinted in his mind.

"Hoo~"

It's okay, it's okay, I only saw the beginning.

"Miss, I think it would be best for you not to carry this note with you from today onwards. You haven't lost anything superfluous... you're very fortunate. Don't get involved with this anymore." He tried to persuade the girl in front of him.

"Mmm, I thought so too. But I feel so bad right now, will it get better?"

"I think you should see a doctor. If it's confirmed there's no illness, then perhaps you should pay attention to mental health issues. In any case, don't get involved with what I've said."

"U-understood."

"Then, I'll begin your fortune-telling."

More than ten minutes later, Miss Battle No. 1 left the scene with a meaningless fortune-telling result, a smile appearing on her face.

"This way, the probability of him believing it is higher."

Actually, at first, she had planned to force it upon him, but that would only arouse his suspicion. It was best for him to make the choice himself.

At this point, Bai Yun had lost all interest in continuing his fortune-telling. He left.

Returning home, he leaned back in his seat, his mind preoccupied with lingering thoughts.

Just then, a message arrived.

Upon seeing the content, he gritted his teeth, his expression replaced by unwillingness.

"How is your sister doing? Don't waste any more time."

Damn it!

He entered the room, where a young girl lay quietly on the bed, motionless.

He took a deep breath and took out the note.

"I've traveled to so many places, and I heard people here could cure my sister, so I came. But these people forced me to do bad things. Now I've done as they asked, but... hehe."

He had realized long ago that these people couldn't cure her.

He only found out after eavesdropping on a conversation that it was all a scam to trick him into working.

The deep-seated curse his sister had encountered back then was definitely not caused by ordinary hidden powers.

Some said that an unnamable evil god had caused her condition.

"It's impossible to cure, never, unless you pray for the help of a righteous god... like the God of Prayer Light."

What a joke!

Let alone how many years it had been since that deity had responded. Even if they did, someone like him would never be qualified.

How many people prayed to It every day? It wasn't just him.

"Is this... the only option?"

He picked up the note with trembling hands and swallowed nervously.

It wasn't unheard of for souls to be eternally damned after sacrificing to an evil god; it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid. But the young girl's situation didn't seem particularly dire.

He just wondered if the other party could guarantee it would always be like this in the future.

"Whatever, I'll try it."

His gaze fell on the slip of paper:

"The Dragon of the End, standing beyond the world."

"Overture of the Boundless Desolation."

"You are the Remolder of Ancient Divine Shadows."

"You are the Monument of Endless Glory."

"I hereby request your attention."

"I request that you save my sister."

After scanning it, he didn't know if it was psychosomatic, but he felt a chill down his spine.

"This is indeed not any god I am familiar with; at least it couldn't be a righteous god."

But this feeling was no less than that of any righteous god.

After reciting it, he put away the slip of paper and looked around.

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

A few minutes later...

"Was it an illusion?" For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he thought about how that woman only heard the voice in her dream, he became nervous.

"Sleep, right... sleep!"

He hesitated. Since he was going to save his sister, he should go to her room.

Entering the room, he sat directly beside her.

Just as he was about to lie down and close his eyes, he suddenly felt that the scene before him was a bit off.

Only then did he realize that outside his home's window, the area had been shrouded in a chaotic mist at some point.

The outside was pitch black, with only endless mist. The door was open, but the view outside was no longer stairs and a hallway, but a deep void.

A line of strange text appeared on the quilt in front of him.

"Did you request me?"

He was so startled that he jolted upright.

This was not any language he knew, but the moment his gaze fell upon it, he understood.

"Yes, yes, may I ask who you are?"

After asking this, he felt foolish and quickly corrected himself:

"Great Dragon of the End, hello."

The bloody text disappeared.

A new line of text appeared: Equivalent exchange.

"Equivalent exchange? You... you mean I need to offer a certain price to save my sister?"

He glanced at his sister sleeping peacefully beside him, thought of the pained expressions she sometimes made in her sleep, and the arrogant faces of those who had deceived him. A trace of unwillingness and madness appeared in his eyes.

"No problem, I'll give you everything – my hands, my feet, my organs, my life. Whatever you want, as long as you can save my sister!"

"God, you wouldn't deign to lie to a mere mortal, would you?"

There was a hint of madness and hope in his eyes.

However, the bloody text that appeared the next moment made his heart turn cold.

"Not enough!"

Not enough?

His heart sank.

"You... what else do you want? Could it be my soul?"

He realized that his sister's curse was indeed extraordinary. The deity was powerful enough to heal her, but the price was so high?

Even his life wasn't enough.

Unexpectedly, however, new text that appeared in this strange environment surprised him.

"Freedom."

"Become the power through which I infiltrate the mortal world."

Chapter 52: Seeking Help

On the other side, in a place unknown to Bai Yun.

"Hey, hey, that's enough. A price of snacks? If you do that, your prestige will be ruined."

Seeing the loli dragon preparing to answer the other party's request for snacks, Ye Qian decisively refused.

"Just let me handle it. I'll give you snacks anyway. Don't accept things from others randomly, and let me reply to any prayers. Just be good."

"Mmm."

The little dragon loli, lying in front of a large cake, obediently nodded.

"Yeah, that's better."

Maintaining a long ritualistic communication with the little dragon loli required energy consumption. For her robust growth, Ye Qian took on this burden herself.

It wasn't much, just 1 unit of Life energy per day.

At this very moment, at Bai Yun's home.

"Freedom?"

This unexpected price brought him a hint of surprise.

He glanced at his sister beside him. A pained expression reappeared on her face. Clearly, in her dreams, the girl was still enduring unimaginable torment.

Bai Yun clenched his fists and shouted, "Alright, I am willing to pay the price of my freedom to save her."

As his voice fell, the blood-red text on the quilt disappeared.

In its place, a terrifying sentence materialized in mid-air:

"Contract established."

Due to the horrifying font, he momentarily doubted if he had stepped into some kind of conspiracy.

The next instant, a strange sensation washed over him. A mass of pitch-black fog appeared in the void, accompanied by black afterimages, and a bottle of translucent liquid materialized before him.

"This is..."