Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

Unlike other chaotic beliefs, the Trickster faction almost entirely abandons the traditional religious sanctuary and rituals of gathering. Each chosen one is an independently operating chaotic node.

There are almost no fixed bases. Even if there are, they have long been obscured by lies and illusions; perhaps it is an old, abandoned library, or a seemingly ordinary basement.

But by the time the enemy steps inside, ready to wipe out those damned cultists, it will have already been burned to the ground, leaving only whispers in the ashes mocking your ignorance. Perhaps even a few hundred disgusting traps will remain.

There is also little connection between the chosen ones of the Deceptive Path.

Among them were scholars obsessed with knowledge, conducting forbidden experiments in areas where no one dared to approach.

Some are shrewd strategists who weave insidious plots. They spend years planning, only to have forbidden zones or mega-cities turn on each other during a night of revelry.

Some may just be beggars on the street corner, yet they tie a knot in the fate of every benefactor.

But no matter what guise they take in the world, they ultimately arrive at the same destination.

Intrigue, conspiracy, and unpredictable malice.

They don't seek destruction, but are obsessed with twisting the world into an absurd drama.

And I am the director and audience behind the scenes.

Every meticulously planned madness, every unexpected yet inevitable event, is a magnificent performance dedicated to the ever-changing master!
Even the most outstanding among them are keen to confront the ever-changing Lord they believe in.

The Lord of All Changes will not be angry; instead, He will play tricks on His chosen ones.

Now, as a transformation of the chosen one of the unorthodox paths, I have keenly sensed the beginning of a good show.

This excited him immensely.

His original plan was to use the bodies of various powerful humans to continue provoking and stimulating them, and to transmit false information, etc.

Alternatively, you could imitate the champion's female friend and stay in one of those small, chaotic shelters that have gone completely insane.

That was enough to enrage the champion. Manipulating someone's mentality is a professional skill.

His Primarch, having impersonated a Supreme Being's consort, traveled to the most chaotic and desolate places of his dynasty.

It allowed its most despicable slaves to taste the flavor of the supreme woman.

This provoked him to personally pursue and kill him, ultimately leading him into a trap.

His favorite tactic is to provoke his target, find a weakness in it, and make it impossible for the opponent to finish up.

To this end, he also tricked his way into giving away a crystal that connected him to the leader of the Terror Demon.

Be ready to use the terror demon to cause trouble for the champion at any time.

Or rather, they promoted his identity as the Chosen One of Chaos, branding that noble human champion as a traitor to humanity.

Nobody believes it? That's not a problem for Huanbian; once suspicion arises, things will always change.

If enough people have doubts, what isn't true will become true.

Moreover, Li Yelai truly is the Chosen One of Chaos.

These changes are all controllable.

However, after realizing the intentions of the Chaos faction within the disaster fog, and recalling Li Yelai's special ability,

He finally realized why Li Yelai had become the Chosen One of Chaos.

If he were truly the chosen one, all the sanctuaries would have been in trouble by now. As the champion, corrupting the sanctuaries would be a piece of cake.

But we haven't reached that point yet.

That guy has always been loyal to humanity!
Was it that strange and unique mask that fooled the gods?
What the hell was all my previous plan?
This is the best performance ever!

As for notifying the Chaos Gods to denounce Li Yelai, this traitor to Chaos? Ridiculous! He'd rather worship Li Yelai. Who cares about the fate of the Chaos faction?
If it weren't for the fog of disaster blocking the flow of information, he would have summoned other chosen gods of the treacherous path to plan this grand scheme together.

Even so, the transformation was not enough.

A human champion who tricks the gods—isn't he a born god of deceit?

My Lord, it has been so many years, has your vision deteriorated to this extent?
My chosen colleagues, haven't you noticed this either?

That makes sense; the champion's abilities are so unique that it's normal that you couldn't discover them.

But since the three gods have chosen this path, why not try another trick?
Even if your heart is set on humanity, our Lord will surely turn his gaze upon you.

Yes, champion, you shall be chosen forever!
I'll lend you a hand!
Huanbian was extremely excited and began to make plans accordingly.

Meanwhile, Li Yelai was inside the South Fifteen Shelter.

Naturally, no one knew what kind of wicked scheme that damned God of Illusion had come up with.

At this moment, after he and Wei Jie and other powerful figures finalized their current strategy, he...

He declined the underground bunker room offered by the other party and found a room to rest in the above-ground building of the shelter.

The South 15 shelter is now overcrowded. Although many temporary dwellings have been built underground using corrugated iron sheets, it still faces population pressure.

Anyway, given Li Ye's strength, it makes little difference whether he's in a ground-level building or under cover. Let's not put more pressure on the shelter.

With the God and Demon Tablet suppressing the curse, and Li Yelai guaranteeing it with his own life.

Although the shelter was wary of Little Mad King, it was still within a manageable range, and there was much less suspicion about him.

But once they got away from Li Yelai, another problem arose. Knowing that he was hiding in the shadows nearby, many powerful humans were on edge.

The effects of the transformation were truly terrible.

Therefore, Little Mad King also followed Li Ye to the ground building to rest.

"Same as always, you go to sleep first, I'll keep watch."

Little Mad King sat by the window, the eerie, strange moonlight streaming in from outside, outlining her slender silhouette.

She bent her left leg, casually rested her arm on her knee, and stretched her right leg straight out, unintentionally revealing her exaggerated body proportions.

Li Yelai didn't stand on ceremony; the Little Mad King had recovered from his injuries with a holy healing potion. Furthermore, having just ascended to the rank of Overlord, his spirits were still quite high.

He had used the Immortal Chosen Face to repair his body, which had consumed a significant amount of his physical strength and spiritual energy. Coupled with the previous surprise attack, especially the Insect Lord's mental attack, he was indeed somewhat exhausted.

At the same time, he also learned of the power of the champion's cape, a cape from three thousand years in the future that had transformed into a powerful treasure.

It can transform into the Great Wall in the most desperate moment, protecting Li Yelai's will.

Even the will of the swarm cannot break through that black wall! That is the will of the champions of all time!
As for the cloak and the rest of the power, we'll have to wait for Li Ye to advance to the Overlord level and acquire divinity before we can explore them further.

So, after responding, he fell asleep immediately.

Little Mad King looked at his back and suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

That makes sense. When they first teamed up to kill the traitor in the restricted area, Li Ye often had to warm her bed like this.

'Unbeknownst to us, so much time has passed. Let's keep moving forward, teammates.' A slight smile appeared on her cold, beautiful face as she looked up at the night sky.

After an unknown amount of time, the fluctuations in the virtual realm startled Li Yelai from his sleep.

At the same time, Little Mad King's voice rang out.

"They're here! It's the doll and the Queen of Fear!" (End of Chapter)