Blessed Land

The wind howled.

The rain poured down.

Dense, slanting raindrops pattered against the glass, splashing water that blurred the figure inside.

It was a man in a dark gray coat, lean, with slightly curly hair. His features were regular but his face was haggard, with heavy dark circles and bloodshot eyes.

He watched the electronic clock intently, counting down with the numbers.

"58, 57..."

This might be the countdown to his death.

This small detective agency was equipped with twenty-eight cameras, a hundred hidden traps, and he even held a switch in his hand. If pressed, it would detonate the pre-set bombs, blowing the agency to kingdom come.

Click.

Wu Xian now held two items.

"Praise the Mysterious Mother, offer me flesh and bones, cover my eyes to protect my life, clap my hands to respect the Lord..."

This space made him feel comfortable, at ease, like a wanderer who had toiled for years away from home, finally returning to the embrace of his homeland, finally able to set down his burdens.

But today.

In his left hand was a burning incense stick, and in his right, a booklet titled 'Record of the Devoted'.

His cold hands released, and Wu Xian opened his eyes, looking around.

He was no longer in the detective agency.

But before he could comprehend, a pair of blackened hands reached out from behind him, clamping tightly over his eyes. The coldness returned.

Wu Xian plunged his hand into the smoke of the True Fire Incantation, retrieving a yellow talisman. The other two smoke talismans vanished.

He had spent three years on this, pouring in almost everything he had, ruining his health, racking his brain, exhausting his efforts.

However, these side jobs were merely to supplement his income. The case he was truly investigating was one commissioned by a mysterious employer.

Suddenly, Wu Xian sensed movement in the darkness behind the god statues. Pairs of scarlet eyes gradually closed in, and the worship god incense in his hand burned faster.

Unlike other detectives, Wu Xian wasn't investigating this case for money, nor did he have missing relatives, nor did he harbor any grand ideals. He was simply driven by an irrepressible curiosity and obsession with the Fudi Case.

Now, he could finally see the answer with his own eyes.

A statue with black fur covering its body, protruding bone spurs, resembling a beast, its black horns on its head shaped like a crown.

This was a boundless dark wilderness. Three god statues surrounded him. The red candles before the statues illuminated the center, and nothing else could be seen.

The first page of the ordination certificate read: 'Favored One Wu Xian, you have arrived in the Blessed Land. Please choose a deity to worship. The deity's protection is key to survival in the Blessed Land.'

There were six more pages in the ordination certificate.

The moment the worship god incense was inserted, the other two god statues vanished, and the commotion in the darkness ceased. The smoke from the burning incense formed three smoke runes on the table.

Wu Xian's detective partners had also received similar messages. Most of them had disappeared, and the rest had withdrawn from the investigation.

But this was actually a setting that most infinite flow novels should have, but most deliberately avoid.

According to the data collected by Wu Xian and his detective partners, the number of people disappearing annually due to the Fudi Case was terrifyingly large.

These three god statues must have significance, but the incense stick burned shorter and shorter, leaving Wu Xian no time for prolonged thought. So, he inserted the worship god incense into the censer before the yellow-robed statue.

Wu Xian knew that the only ones willing to investigate this were their ragtag group of hired detectives.

The coldness invaded Wu Xian's body, preventing him from even pressing the switch. This made him regret his actions.

A statue clad entirely in yellow robes, wearing a Mianliu, with only blurry light and shadow at its limbs and head. The yellow robe was covered in dense clerical script characters.

The Fudi Case was a super-large missing persons case with unknown causes of disappearance, global scope, an exceptionally large number of missing persons, and random identities of the missing.

3, 2, 1. The countdown ended.

A structure made of dozens of blue bubbles, with a halo resembling a crown floating above. Each bubble contained a wondrous magic treasure.

"Damn... this is even more outrageous than I thought."

The electric lights flickered on. The room was empty. The remote control fell under the chair.

Wu Xian was also about to 'go missing'.

Record of the Devoted: Proof of identity for a Favored One in the Blessed Land. Possessing this certificate allows entry into the Blessed Land.

"The Double Activation Technique needs to be used with other talismans. Filth Talisman sounds a bit dirty... I'll choose True Fire Incantation!"

Before each statue was a table, with two red candles and an incense burner on it.

Time was running out.

Worship God Incense: An ordinary incense stick that can be used for worshipping gods.

Wu Xian's eyes held a trace of fear, but more so excitement and anticipation.

Regarding the death toll, which many readers are confused about.

"Let me see your methods, hypnosis, drugs, modified humans, special tech, or at best, aliens."

Wu Xian didn't know where these talismans were used or what their effects were, but he knew he had to make a choice before the Worship God Incense burned out.

With such arrangements, he was confident no one could take him away without a sound.

Unknown Immortal God's Blessing: [One Transforms into Three]--Worship God rewards increase by two selectable options.

Crack!

All the lights went out simultaneously, and the monitors turned to static. The last image Wu Xian saw was a pair of blackened hands reaching out from the darkness, covering his eyes.

The blessing page displayed a line of green text.

Only Wu Xian remained until the end.

Double Activation Technique: When using the next non-Double Activation Technique talisman, the activation count doubles. Usable count [2/2].

This case was known as the 'Fudi Case'.

Yesterday at noon, he received a text message.

Wu Xian pinched a piece of talisman paper between his fingers, pondering how to use it.

"I was careless. I should have gotten some exorcism talismans or something to stick on..."

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The man's name was Wu Xian. He was a third-rate private detective, and this was his Detective Agency. He often took on odd jobs like investigating infidelity, catching mistresses, taking photos of celebrities, and buying train tickets for others.

There was no special reason for choosing this statue; it just looked more human.

"27, 26..."

After he made his choice, this last god statue also vanished without a trace.

They were Talisman, Divine Ability, Magic Treasure, Blessing, Curse, and Miscellaneous. He flipped through them one by one. Only the Blessing and Miscellaneous pages had specific content.

La la la, a new book is here! I hope everyone likes it.

Wu Xian hovered his hand over the Smoke Rune, and a piece of information entered his mind.

What would happen after the incense stick burned out?

Wu Xian immediately looked at the three god statues.

"Three... is this the effect of the [One Transforms into Three] blessing? There should have only been one originally?"

Faintly, Wu Xian heard a soft prayer.

Wu Xian carefully read every word on the ordination certificate, finding it somewhat absurd. The case he had investigated for three years, and the truth turned out to be a supernatural event?

But at the same time, he felt a surge of joy.

As the investigation deepened, Wu Xian's teammates disappeared one by one. The remaining few also seemed to have seen a ghost and withdrew from the investigation in terror.

The sender was 'Fuyuan City God', and the message read: 'You will enter the Blessed Land at midnight on February 26th. Please be prepared in advance.'

Starting a new book is difficult, and a suspenseful new book is even more so. Please try not to hoard chapters, sob sob.

Many people think the doubling death toll each year is a large number.

The Miscellaneous page had two lines.

True Fire Incantation: Unleash a True Fire. Usable count [3/3].

Filth Talisman: Enchant an item, adding a trace amount of 'filth' to it. It is consumed upon use. Can contaminate Magic Treasures and break laws.

But what was incomprehensible was that even with such an enormous death toll, the world's population structure remained healthy, social order was stable, and there was rarely any public outcry for investigations.

You can calculate it yourselves. Assuming only two people participate in each instance, and only one person dies each time, how many people would need to die to assemble an instance with two veterans who have one experience each? What about second experiences, third experiences... even tenth experiences?

The answer is exponential growth.

I believe a solution can be provided in the later part of this book.