Creating Ancient Gods

Diamond Plaza is a famous scenic spot in Kyoto, covering over ten thousand acres near an artificial river. With a daily foot traffic of over twenty thousand, it frequently hosts events such as anime conventions, auto shows, and circus performances.

There are way too many people here. Don't push, don't push—you'll get someone pregnant if you keep shoving!

Damn it, who spat on me? It's all over my face.

What a jerk.

Yang Qizhou never expected the foot traffic at Diamond Plaza to be this heavy today. Looking out, there were at least tens of thousands of people, many of whom had brought their children along.

Normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but he had activated the effect of the Garment of the Hidden World. Being in a state of unobservability meant people couldn't see him and, naturally, wouldn't avoid him. Coupled with Little Bean's tendency to squeeze into crowded areas, the result was predictable.

And so, it reached two or three in the afternoon.

The anime convention began.

The organizer was a large corporation that had rented an entire floor of the Diamond Building. Spanning over three thousand square meters, it was capable of holding more than ten thousand people. Zhao Xin had brought Ding Xiaolan there as well.

Yang Qizhou followed closely, terrified that he wouldn't be able to react in time if an emergency occurred. It was fortunate that he was currently in an unobservable state; otherwise, he would have been spotted and likely branded a pervert.

No suspicious individuals detected yet, but I cannot afford to be careless.

The fact that the Bureau of Occult Investigation has intervened proves that players from the World of Weirdness are active here, the very ones who caused the deaths of Sister Xin and Little Bean.

At the very least, until today is over, the mother and daughter are not out of danger.

Soon, Yang Qizhou arrived at the venue of the anime convention.

Little Bean appeared very excited, looking here and there, while Zhao Xin followed behind her daughter with a doting expression on her face.

Watching the interaction between the mother and daughter, Yang Qizhou felt quite content.

But just then, a familiar figure appeared. Although the person vanished around a corner in an instant, he had clearly seen the man's face.

Wang Chuang?

How could this person be here?

It was no wonder Yang Qizhou felt surprised. Wang Chuang was the perpetrator of the Purple Flower Residential District tragedy and the holder of the mortal-grade Old Day Item, the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God.

When members of the Bureau of Occult Investigation had gone to arrest him, they encountered massive trouble and were nearly wiped out. It was only because Yang Qizhou had used the Ancient God Fire Lamp to shatter the illusory facade that he was able to save the bureau members and give the man a sound beating in the process.

Under normal circumstances, he should have been secretly imprisoned or even executed by the Bureau of Occult Investigation. How could he possibly appear at an anime convention?

Could it be that this "Wang Chuang" is the one who killed Sister Xin and Little Bean?

Cold killing intent flashed in Yang Qizhou's eyes.

However, he did not pursue this holder of the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God. The reason was simple: the idea that Wang Chuang was the culprit behind the deaths of Sister Xin and Little Bean was, after all, just a guess. If he left now and the anime convention was attacked by other players from the World of Weirdness, he would never be able to protect the mother and daughter in time.

No matter what I encounter, even if I have to risk my life today, I will absolutely not let Sister Xin and Little Bean come to any harm.

On the other side.

Inside a recreational vehicle not far from Diamond Plaza, Zhou Xu sat surrounded by various precision instruments, monitoring every corner of the building with a grave expression.

"Chief Zhou, we still haven't found Wang Chuang. No idea where that bastard is hiding." Zhao Keke walked in at that moment, her expression looking quite grim.

Zhou Xu nodded without speaking, his eyes remaining sharp as he stared at the various corners on the monitors.

Soon, another person opened the door and entered. It was Old Chen from the Bureau of Occult Investigation, his expression filled with anxiety. "Chief Zhou, the foot traffic in the Diamond Building is massive today, and the layout is complex. It's impossible to conduct a carpet search, let alone find that bastard Wang Chuang. For the safety of the public, I propose we apply to our superiors to evacuate the crowd as soon as possible."

Zhou Xu shook his head, rejecting Old Chen's proposal.

"Why do you think Wang Chuang ran to Diamond Plaza? He is using the people here as hostages. If we evacuate the crowd or do anything that makes him feel threatened, he might just start a massacre."

Both of their expressions turned even uglier.

They had participated in the attempt to capture Wang Chuang and knew exactly how terrifying the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God was. If used without restraint in a densely populated area, it would be a slaughter.

Zhao Keke, who already had a fiery temper, couldn't help but slam her fist hard against the precision equipment.

"Damn it... I just don't understand. Wang Chuang was detained in the Occult Prison, and the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God was sealed away. How on earth did he escape?"

It wasn't just Zhao Keke; Old Chen didn't understand either.

The Occult Prison was no ordinary jail; it possessed sealing powers capable of isolating strange and supernatural means. Wang Chuang no longer had a phone, making it impossible for him to gain any benefits from the World of Weirdness game, and the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God was no longer in his possession.

Logically speaking, Wang Chuang, who should have been no different from an ordinary person, could not have escaped from the Occult Prison.

"Perhaps someone behind Wang Chuang rescued him..."

Zhou Xu narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with hostility and wariness. Clearly, he already had some suspicions regarding Wang Chuang's escape.

"With the emergence of the World of Weirdness, more and more people have gained supernatural powers that transcend the mundane. Most have been registered by the Bureau of Occult Investigation, so we aren't afraid of them causing trouble. But don't forget, there are still many players we haven't found. They are active in the shadows, gradually gathering and forming organizations to carry out their own agendas."

"Just among the secret organizations we know of, there are the Hermit Society, the Secret Cultivator Society, the Death Cult, and so on..."

"Who can guarantee that Wang Chuang's sudden escape didn't involve their handiwork?"

Secret organizations?

The expressions of Zhao Keke and Old Chen became heavy. Although they couldn't access top-level secrets yet, they had heard many rumors, including those about these secret organizations.

"If a secret organization really was involved in Wang Chuang's prison break, I think the Hermit Society is the most likely culprit."

"I agree, Old Chen."

Zhou Xu nodded, "I also feel that the Hermit Society is the most suspicious... because according to the intelligence gathered so far, the core tenet of this secret organization is to, within the real world..."

"Cre... ate... the... An... cient... Dei... ties."

The atmosphere inside the RV instantly turned heavy.

How twisted and terrifying the deities of the Ancient Earth are is something every player of the World of Weirdness knows all too well; if the Hermit Society were to truly succeed, it would undoubtedly be an unimaginable catastrophe for this world.

"Huh, why is there smoke..."

At this moment, an image on one of the screens caught Zhao Keke's attention, and she quickly reacted, shouting anxiously: "Fire, this is bad, Boss Zhou, the 13th floor of the Diamond Building is on fire."