The player "Po Wu" was slightly bald. His most urgent wish when he entered this game was to stop being bald and grow a thick, glossy head of black hair.
For that wish, he had formed a small team of eight. They were all birds of a feather, sharing one dream: to summon Cthulhu.
But before summoning him, they naturally had to nurture Great Cthulhu properly.
Po Wu had never openly told his companions what he wished for. Now, after offering up the Evil Thought Orb, he immediately opened his mouth wide and voiced his deepest desire: "Great Cthulhu, I beseech you, let my hair grow back!"
"If possible, let me grow thick hair in the real world, too!"
He prayed aloud, his voice brimming with sincerity and the most fervent faith.
After hearing the sacrifice "Po Wu" had made, the other seven believers shifted on their knees, itching to get up, pin him to the ground, and beat him to death with clubs.
At a critical moment like this, he had actually made such an absurd wish for his own selfish benefit.
Would the Evil God like a wish like that?
Grief welled up in the seven believers. The road ahead seemed uncertain, and they blamed their teammate for being out of his mind. He had offered a sacrifice to the Evil God just to grow more hair.
Don't Orange Star's hair transplant clinics already have mature transplant technology? Why go to all this trouble? One believer was already grumbling inwardly, but dared not speak for fear of disrupting the Sacrifice Ritual and incurring the great Evil God's wrath.
However, the Evil God sensed it all. Human emotions were a kind of vague language, and Ke Meng's perception was incomparably powerful, far beyond human reach. He instantly grasped their