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Chapter 26: The Name
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In the end, Viya still spent a hefty sum to purchase the religious book.
There were pirated versions available outside for a fraction of the price, but they likely contained semantic errors, messy formatting, and missing content. To play it safe, she believed the church-printed version would be more reliable.
“I hope this money wasn’t wasted,” Viya muttered as she made her way back to her rented apartment.
Admittedly, with the results not yet announced, she couldn’t know for sure if she had been accepted.
But Viya thought she probably wouldn’t have much of a problem… probably.
In reality, even among Ascenders of the same rank, there was a qualitative difference based on age. The later one ascended to become an Ascender, the smaller the benefits gained from the Void Domain.
If someone entered the Void Domain, knocked on the kingdom’s door, and completed their self-ascension after turning thirty, such an Ascender would have already lost the ability to accommodate laureates or ascend further—essentially indistinguishable from ordinary mortals.
The law explicitly stated that only those who ascended to the first ring before the age of thirty were considered Ascenders and subject to corresponding regulations.
“I remember I already packed most of my things last time I ‘ran away,’ so it saved me some trouble,” Viya said as she fished out her keys from her bag.
Turning the key, she pushed open the door and entered the rented room where she had lived for several months.
“In just a few short days, my life has changed so drastically.”
Sitting at the desk, Viya opened a drawer and pulled out a carefully preserved paperback novel.
On its cover were the words Dream Spirit’s Wonderland, neatly printed in four corners, showing how well it had been taken care of.
This book told the story of an innocent, naive girl who fell into a tree hole while taking a walk, entering a fairy-tale world. After numerous adventures, she rose from being the daughter of a brushmaker to becoming the queen of a fairy-tale kingdom.
When she was young, this book had been one of Viya’s few sources of entertainment.
She often fantasized about encountering her own “tree hole” one day, using it as a chance to change her circumstances and improve her life.
Little did she know that, years later, her “tree hole” would truly arrive.
“But reality isn’t a fairy tale. The Goddess of Fate never gives charity; she only drinks and keeps bumping into people.”
Viya understood that divine blessings weren’t free, but she still felt deeply fortunate.
After all, the vast majority of people didn’t even get the chance to pay the price for a “turn of fate.”
Enough of these thoughts… Viya reined in her wandering mind and turned her attention back to the brand-new copy of The Revelation of Light.
She drew the curtains slightly to let in brighter light and began reading.
“In the beginning, the world was a pitch-black ocean, thick and churning… until radiant light illuminated the land, serene silence gave birth to life, pale hues composed the hymn of destiny, and order forged the realm of myriad beings…”
Viya read silently.
The first few chapters contained little useful information—most of it was glorification of the gods’ power.
Do I need any more proof of divine might? She grumbled, involuntarily recalling the grand spectacle of everything flowing backward.
However, since the translator of this book was a believer of the Radiant Church, much of the text focused on describing the God of Radiance.
“Time, reversal, falling…” She muttered these words repeatedly, flipping through the pages in hopes of finding anything related.
Soon, a line leapt into Viya’s eyes, making her heart race.
“Between the cracks of the past and the future lies a god who slumbers in the deepest sea at the highest point of the sky, never bestowing dew upon the mortal world.”
This is it!
Viya’s breath caught. She felt herself inch closer to that mysterious name.
With a pilgrim’s reverence, she slowly moved her gaze down, scanning over each word.
“He has never performed any miracles, but travelers from the deep sea laughingly chant His name…”
The text abruptly ended here, and Viya realized she had unconsciously finished reading this page.
Eagerly, she flipped to the next page.
The next moment, Viya’s gaze froze.
Because right where the name should have been, there was a smudge, like accidentally spilled dirt.
“This can’t be right… how could the crucial part be blurred?”
Panicking, Viya reached out without caring about the dirt and tried to scrape off the stain.
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At the milk tea shop—
“Let me tell you, that fortune-teller was a complete scammer. He plugged a power cord into a crystal ball and claimed it was a divine manifestation.”
Lin Qi laughed as he recounted his in-game experiences to Ruan Yun.
“It sounds like this game has a lot of rich side quests,” Ruan Yun listened attentively.
“That’s right, but the main storyline is pretty average,” Lin Qi shook his head, his tone tinged with resignation. “Entering a magic school—I’m guessing it’s probably the usual routine of meeting classmates and then battling evil wizards.”
“The final ending will definitely involve shouting about friendship and bonds to defeat the villain,” Ruan Yun continued along the same lines.
Ping—
Just as Lin Qi was about to respond, his phone suddenly buzzed.
He tapped his phone, the screen lit up, and saw it was an email.
“What the hell!” Lin Qi blurted out softly.
“What’s wrong?” Ruan Yun asked curiously.
Lin Qi quickly regained his composure and picked up the phone.
“It’s the client I mentioned earlier—the mysterious one. They suddenly sent me an email asking me to register an account to conveniently claim some online items.”
“What’s so surprising about that?” Ruan Yun asked, puzzled. “And how do you know it’s that mysterious client? You said you didn’t know their information.”
Without answering, Lin Qi simply handed the phone to Ruan Yun.
Ruan Yun took it nonchalantly and glanced at the screen.
In the upper-left corner of the webpage, above the sender’s name, it read:
Mystery Client.
“What the hell!” She couldn’t help but swear too.
What kind of international joke was this?
Who actually calls themselves “Mystery Client”?
“It’s a very novel marketing strategy,” Lin Qi shrugged. “In this era, straightforward releases and promotions might only achieve mediocre results.”
“But this unconventional approach really capitalizes on people’s curiosity and generates significant discussion.”
He seemed somewhat perplexed:
“Still, isn’t it too risky? It’s like gambling—win and get three thousand, lose and owe thirty thousand.”
“You’re absolutely right. I can think of a hundred reasons why this promotional method works, but I can’t think of any other explanation,” Ruan Yun agreed.
She paused:
“It can’t possibly be performance art, right?”
Lin Qi tinkered with his phone, struggling through CAPTCHA verification before finally starting to register an account with his own email.
After a while, he looked up and asked:
“Do you have any suggestions for the game account name?”
“Cosmic Invincible Dinosaur—it’s your decision,” Ruan Yun chuckled.
“No, Fiery Chili Pepper. I think I still need your advice,” Lin Qi replied without hesitation.
Digging up old grievances again… Ruan Yun bit her straw hard, completely forgetting who started it.
She thought for a moment and suggested:
“How about something nice-sounding?”
“What about Mistletoe?”
“Sure,” Lin Qi agreed without much hesitation—he didn’t care much about such matters.
“No, no, no!” Ruan Yun hastily stopped Lin Qi, even choking on her saliva due to the sudden movement.
Coughing, she managed to say:
“This, this name suits girls better. I said it randomly—pick another.”
“It’s just an account name…” Lin Qi rubbed his forehead, thinking she was overreacting.
He wanted to randomly generate an ID, but unfortunately, the game didn’t have that feature.
Ruan Yun took a sip of her milk tea and, after recovering, continued to suggest:
“How about Yog?”
“Have you been playing tabletop RPGs too much lately?” Lin Qi countered.
Ruan Yun nodded emphatically:
“Yes, I’ve gotten quite addicted. Next time, you should join our little group.”
As she spoke, she remembered something amusing and laughed to herself.
“Forget it,” Lin Qi firmly declined. Typing the name into his phone, he shook his head. “The session times are too long—I can’t handle it.”
After a prolonged response time, Lin Qi watched the registration complete and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
“All right, let’s continue chatting.”
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“How can the quality of an official version be this bad…”
After discovering that her nails couldn’t remove the stain, Viya began using a pencil to pry it off.
After several minutes of effort, the stain was finally removed, revealing the faint outline of the original words.
Viya leaned closer, the distinct smell of paper becoming stronger.
Holding her breath, she focused on the text.
Written in Rothesia’s distinctive print typeface were the words:
Translator’s Note 1.
Yog is a fictional deity from the Cthulhu Mythos, created by writers inspired by H.P. Lovecraft. It’s usually depicted as a mysterious, cosmic god associated with creation, fertility, or chaotic power. Unlike Cthulhu, Yog is less about slumbering terror and more about raw, almost incomprehensible divine energy. Its nature is alien and enigmatic, and humans rarely understand or interact with it directly.
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