Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True-Chapter 70

【New Main Quest: ‘The Divine King’s Treasure’】

Quest Description: The Nameless One hopes you can journey to the location of the Divine King’s treasure.

Reward: Unknown

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【The Divine King’s Treasure – First Key】

Quest Description: The first key to the Divine King’s treasure lies deep within the Purgatory Abyss. Find a way to obtain it.

Reward: Divine King’s Treasure Key 1, Assistance from the Nameless One, Unknown

After accepting the quest, Ye Bai’s task log updated with the Paper Figure’s mission. The first entry was the general overview, while the second detailed the first step of the quest—both counted as part of the same task.

Ye Bai stored both the Dragon Tongue Spirit Whistle and the Tome of Death into her backpack, then turned her gaze to the donkey and the Paper Figure—who had relocated to perch atop a white stone carved with draconic runes.

“Come to think of it, we haven’t exchanged names yet,” Ye Bai said, looking at the Paper Figure. “I’m Bai Ye. What should I call you?”

Though she had been mentally referring to it as the “Paper Figure,” it felt impolite to address it that way directly, especially when distinguishing it from the donkey.

The Paper Figure seemed caught off guard by the question. After a brief pause, it replied, “I am the Nameless One. You may call me Nameless, Bai Ye… *daren* (honorific).”

“Uh, you really don’t need to be so formal…” Ye Bai recalled how the Paper Figure had always addressed her with exaggerated politeness, often using honorifics even before knowing her name. Now, it was tacking on “*daren*” after her name.

The Paper Figure promptly responded, “Understood, Bai Ye *daren*.”

Ye Bai: “…”

After a beat, she turned to the donkey. “Autofis, Nameless—would you two like to leave the Divine Realm with me?”

She used the name the Paper Figure had given the donkey, as it seemed to have accepted it well.

At this point, Ye Bai no longer aimed to max out the donkey’s taming progress and bind it as a mount. It clearly wasn’t an ordinary donkey—better to treat it as an equal.

“We’d be leaving the Divine Realm… for my territory,” she clarified, in case they misunderstood.

“Hee-haw!” The donkey shook its head. Beside it, the Paper Figure also sighed regretfully. “The Well of Origin’s droplet can only carry you alone for now. Until your Divine Blood fully awakens, neither Autofis nor I can accompany you beyond the Divine Realm.”

Ye Bai blinked in surprise before realizing the issue—this was the Divine Realm, not the mortal world.

She had considered whether they’d *want* to follow her but hadn’t accounted for whether they *could.*

The Paper Figure could perceive “information.” Before her Divine Blood awakened—corresponding to the level 60 “Awakened” tier of the Divine Bloodline—she couldn’t take them out of the Divine Realm.

The Well of Origin, after all, was designed for post-level-60 players in the expansion.

In other words, Ye Bai was essentially “smuggling” herself in. She couldn’t enjoy normal privileges—like transporting living beings—only items. At best, she could leave a return marker behind.

Disappointed, Ye Bai asked, “Not even in your cursed form?”

“No,” the Paper Figure shook its head. Glancing at the equally dejected donkey, it added, “We’ll wait for your return near the Well of Origin’s mark.”

So be it…

Ye Bai nodded slowly. The Well of Origin’s mark served as her anchor—a “save point” for interdimensional travel. Wherever she left from in the Divine Realm, she’d return to the same spot next time.

Before departing, Ye Bai fed all her bread to the donkey and, in a show of fairness, “drew” a pancake on the stone wall for the Paper Figure. Though its expression soured after taking a bite, the farewell meal passed pleasantly.

As night fell, Ye Bai chose a safe spot, retrieved the Well of Origin’s droplet from her backpack, and activated it.

The small, ethereal droplet expanded, enveloping her completely. A 10-second progress bar appeared before her as a downward pull tugged at her feet.

“See you next time!” Ye Bai waved cheerfully from within the droplet, bidding farewell to her two newfound companions.

“Farewell.”

“Hee-haw.”

*Splash…*

Amidst their goodbyes, the droplet encasing Ye Bai plummeted to the ground, leaving behind a tiny water-drop-shaped mark.

Ye Bai had fully departed the Divine Realm.

Only after she vanished did the donkey and Paper Figure finally look away, exchanging glances.

“Who knows when she’ll return…” The Paper Figure sighed, a hint of melancholy in its voice.

“Hee-haw.”

The donkey instinctively replied—then, realizing it was responding to the Paper Figure, promptly switched to a smug grin:

“Hee-haw hee-haw!”

“What ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‍are you so proud of? I’m clearly more useful!”

“Hee-haw hee-haw!”

“I can too!”

……

The return journey subjected Ye Bai once more to the soul-crushing, twisting sensation of interdimensional travel. Even with prior experience, the disorientation hit hard—a surreal distortion of time and space that seared into her mind, visible even behind closed eyelids.

How much time passed? She couldn’t tell.

When consciousness returned, the scent of herbs greeted her nose, and the softness of a bed cradled her body.

Ye Bai opened her eyes to find herself in a familiar room—the infirmary of the herbalist’s hut, where Lucy had once brought her.

Sunlight streamed through the window, painting the floor in gold. If she listened closely, she could hear the distant hum of villagers bartering in the marketplace.

A quiet serenity settled over her. *This must be what coming home feels like…*

Just then, the door curtain rustled aside. Lucy—her blonde hair wrapped in a white bandage—stepped in, carrying a bowl of herbal medicine.

Spotting Ye Bai sitting up, her face lit with joy. “My Lady, you’re awake!”

“Yes,” Ye Bai rubbed her temples and swung her legs off the bed. “Did you bring me here?”

Logically, returning from the Divine Realm should’ve dropped her back at the Well of Origin.

Lucy quickly set the bowl on a nearby table. “Yes. A villager found you unconscious in the square and rushed you over.”

Ye Bai couldn’t help but chuckle dryly at the words. “You all work fast.”

Based on her previous experience, this uncomfortable condition was likely a side effect of low-level travel through the divine realm. Fortunately, it wouldn’t last long—had the villagers been any slower, Ye Bai would have woken up on her own.

“It was the workers from the storage area. They happened to have a handcart nearby,” Lucy explained with a smile.

She couldn’t help but blame herself for building the sawmill so early… Ye Bai mused. The sawmill could process logs into planks in bulk and also produce crude wooden transport tools, like the handcarts now used for moving goods around the territory. But once they reached the next stage and acquired calves through trade, they could switch to animal-powered transport.

Just thinking about it reignited Ye Bai’s passion for developing the territory’s infrastructure.

“My lady, please drink this medicine first.” A bowl of green, murky herbal concoction was handed to her by Lucy. The unmistakably bitter scent alone was enough to dampen Ye Bai’s enthusiasm.

“I’m fine, really. Do I have to drink it?” Ye Bai bargained.

Lucy smiled. “No.”

Now a professional herbalist, Lucy carried the stern authority of a physician. After a brief standoff, Ye Bai finally relented, pinching her nose and downing the medicine in one go.

“Well done, my lady!” Lucy immediately clapped in approval.

[Herbalist ‘Lucy’s’ loyalty to you has increased by 2.]

Ye Bai, her tongue still numb from the bitterness: “…Worth it.”

As soon as Ye Bai finished the medicine, Lucy suddenly remembered something and slapped her forehead.

“Oh! I almost forgot—Lady Dilina has been waiting outside! She was terribly worried after hearing about your collapse. I should go give her the good news.” With that, Lucy turned and hurried out the door in a flurry.

At the mention of Dilina’s name, Ye Bai immediately recalled the quest and quickly opened her inventory—

An exquisite cloth pad, the Perfect Disguise, the Dragon Tongue Spirit Whistle, the Tome of Death… She mentally checked off each item. All four treasures from the divine realm were still safely stored in her inventory and equipped slots. Relieved, Ye Bai concluded that while living beings couldn’t be taken out of the divine realm, items in her spatial inventory remained untouched.

Moreover, both [Perfect Disguise] and [Tome of Death] were bound to her due to the dragonkin’s mark. Even if she were killed, these items wouldn’t drop unless her attacker was an Ancient Dragon.

And since no Ancient Dragons were currently hunting her down, this so-called “negative effect” had effectively turned into a benefit.

As for the Tome of Death occupying an inventory slot despite being unequippable… well, it was an honor for her bag to hold even one divine artifact.

While lost in thought, rapid footsteps approached—Lucy returned, escorting Dilina inside.

Dilina’s hair was slightly disheveled. Upon entering and seeing Ye Bai already on her feet with a smile, she gave her a once-over before lifting her chin, regaining her usual composed demeanor. She exhaled in relief and said with a light laugh,

“It seems my bracer proved quite useful.”

Ye Bai recalled the attacks from the Lich Dragonkin and the crushing boulder underground and nodded emphatically. “Absolutely. Without it, I would’ve died out there.”

“Surviving is what matters. You were gone for ten days—I thought…”

“Ten days?!” Ye Bai couldn’t help but interrupt, her eyes widening in shock. “Has it really been ten days?”

“Of course,” both Dilina and Lucy confirmed.

Ye Bai was momentarily dazed. In her memory, she had only experienced two days and nights in the divine realm. Was there a time difference between the two worlds? She hadn’t noticed any obvious discrepancy in day-night cycles. Alternatively, perhaps the time flow was the same, and the taxing process of traveling between realms had simply consumed the extra days.

Dilina continued, “In any case, I’m glad you’re safe. About the Weaving Clan fabric… I’ve reconsidered. There’s no need to rush. Thirty days was an unreasonable deadline…”

As Dilina spoke, seemingly ready to extend the quest’s time limit, Ye Bai grinned and retrieved a black cloth pad from her inventory.

“Look what I’ve got.”