When the diary reached this point, there was no next entry.

Chen Ye and Chu Che both felt a chill run through them.

The Death God was actually Xue Nan’s sister.

"Why didn’t Xue Nan recognize her?"

Chu Che realized he’d said something stupid the moment the words left his mouth.

Seeing Chen Ye’s eyes brimming with derision, as if ready to mock, Chu Che hurriedly said, "Shut up, don’t say anything, I get it!"

Who would have expected the Death God to be a person!

And with that three-meter height and the aura so different from humans, there was no way anyone would associate her with being human.

No wonder Xue Nan couldn’t recognize her.

Then they thought about the Death God’s blood tears!

Chen Ye felt his stomach churn violently!

Holy hell…

So Wu Jianshan had fed the Death God human flesh before, which made her shed blood tears.

Because she had originally been human, and now someone had fed her human flesh!

"Ugh…"

Chen Ye staggered to the wall and vomited.

Chu Che’s face was blotched pale and green.

He had fed Old Bao so much!

But seeing Chen Ye in such a sorry state, Chu Che felt a little gratified.

Might as well taunt him a bit!

"Aren’t you putting on an act? You never ate vegetables watered with human feces when you were a kid?"

Chen Ye was aghast, staring at Chu Che in shock: "I… I never ate that!"

Chu Che: "…"

Chu Che lowered his head, unwilling to meet Chen Ye’s stunned gaze.

They noticed a letter on the ground that hadn’t been there before.

It must have been tucked in the book earlier; they were so absorbed by the diary that they hadn’t noticed it.

Chu Che brightened and quickly shifted focus.

"There’s a letter here, do you want to read it?"

Chen Ye walked over, still looking pale and weak, but he kept a slight distance from Chu Che.

Chu Che’s face darkened, yet he still picked up the envelope and tore it open.

The opening lines immediately grabbed both their attention.

"Stranger, by the time you read this letter, we may already be dead!"

"Of course, if you got this letter, you might already know something, like those diary entries."

"The reason I left this letter is to stop anyone who follows us from being deceived."

"If you have a chance, run away as fast as you can!"

"Get as far away as possible, Wu Jianshan is a demon!"

"I’ll tell you what happened after we arrived here."

"I will always remember that day, November 7, 2030."

"Our convoy had thirty-two people in total, and we only had one captain who was in the Pathfinder Sequence."

"It was the captain’s miraculous ability that got us to this elementary school!"

"This elementary school was empty—no, to be precise, one person was living here."

"We met Wu Jianshan. Wu Jianshan claimed to be a Preacher of Worship God Sequence 2! And he had his god."

"Wu Jianshan declared himself the Archbishop of the Death God Church."

"He showed us the Death God!"

"She was an incredibly, unbelievably beautiful girl, though her height was frightening. And she had an exquisitely beautiful pair of eyes."

"I had never seen eyes so beautiful; I even intended to devote myself to her and become her slave."

"More astonishingly, Wu Jianshan turned out to be the captain’s biological brother, the deputy captain’s maternal uncle, and the convoy supervisor’s father!"

"This is unimaginable. I never expected Wu Jianshan to have so many ties to our convoy!"

"This is impossible, I felt stunned!"

When they read this, Chen Ye and Chu Che both broke out in cold sweat.

This passage made them think of the convoy’s current situation.

How eerily similar it was to the letter.

Five people in the convoy turned out to be connected to Wu Jianshan.

This…

Chen Ye and Chu Che felt their heads grow dizzy at the same time.

A force was blocking some kind of mental faculty in both of them, suppressing their suspicion of Wu Jianshan.

Another face had briefly surfaced in their minds, a face quite different from Wu Jianshan’s.

But in an instant, that face realigned with Wu Jianshan’s again.

Chen Ye clutched his pounding head and gritted his teeth, "Chu Captain, something’s… not right!"

Chu Che shook his head violently, "I…"

He rushed to the bedside, fighting the dizziness, snatched a piece of paper and scribbled a line quickly: "Do not trust Wu Jianshan! He is a fake!"

After about thirty seconds, Chu Che stared blankly at the line he’d written, his eyes dazed.

Like Chen Ye, another person had briefly risen in his mind, only to have that image merge back into Wu Jianshan’s.

Chen Ye ground his teeth, "Damn it, even if he’s a blood brother, so what!"

Chen Ye no longer cared whether Wu Jianshan was his brother.

By now Chen Ye had made up his mind: even if he were kin, if he wanted his life, they would have to fight for it.

Chu Che’s expression shifted from bewilderment to resolve—so what if Wu Jianshan was the captain?

They refused to dwell on Wu Jianshan’s identity.

The power of Wu Jianshan was frightening precisely because it leveraged identity; through relationships he manipulated others so they acted according to his will.

But if the target ignored that identity, the effect plummeted.

Even lazy people have three helpers—this was the terrifying aspect of Wu Jianshan’s ability.

If an ordinary friend asks to borrow money, you’d bluntly refuse.

But if it was someone you cared about, you might lend it.

Yet Wu Jianshan hadn’t expected there would be a stubborn fool like Chen Ye in the world.

They continued reading the letter.

What followed made them increasingly stunned.

"A few days later, that Octopus Anomaly, a giant eyeball, and a white-haired girl came to the school."

"There were also many white figures crawling on the ground."

"Wu Jianshan asked the Death God to appear and drive them off!"

"The Death God should have been a newly born Anomaly; her existence was too recent. Although powerful, facing so many Anomalies at once was a struggle!"

"Then the Death God activated some ability. With her star-like eyes she looked at those Anomalies, and they lost their will to fight!"

"This ability is strong. Anyone seen by those eyes will be overcome with guilt!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"All the regrettable actions they had done in the past surfaced one by one!"

"Many in our convoy cried their eyes out."

Reading this, the truth finally clicked for Chen Ye.

Previously Wu Jianshan had used that ability too.

And the Death God’s power had somehow been transferred to Wu Jianshan.

Chen Ye thought of a word: "deprivation!"

"Worship God Sequence doesn’t worship others, it worships himself!"

"What a terrifying sequence!"

Chu Che murmured in shock; by this point he had figured out a great deal.

Having read through many_sequence_ profiles, he was extremely sensitive to sequence knowledge.

Often, a single clue let him infer many other truths about a sequence.

"Chen Ye, did you ever see Wu Jianshan eat?"

Chen Ye recalled Wu Jianshan’s eating—dull as chewing wax.

"You mean Wu Jianshan used his sense of taste to deprive—no, to exchange for—the Death God’s ability?"

Chu Che nodded, his eyes flashing, his expression a little fearful.

"This sequence is twisted. He cultivates his own ‘god.’"

"Then he gradually exchanges abilities from the ‘god’ until he becomes the ‘god’ himself."

"The stronger the ‘god,’ the stronger he becomes."

"Worshipping god! Worshiping the future! Worshiping himself!"

"Wu Jianshan is cunning!"

Chen Ye continued, "Counting us, this is Wu Jianshan’s third time."

"The first sacrifice: Wu Jianshan sacrificed or otherwise made disappear those who came with them initially, upgrading from Sequence 1 to Sequence 2."

"The second was this time."

Chen Ye waved the paper in his hand, amusement in his expression, "Another ceremony or sacrifice and he’ll reach Sequence 3."

There wasn’t much on the back of the letter.

But it still mentioned how Wu Jianshan recruited them into the Death God Church and the large sacrificial rites.

After that it ended.

Probably the writer realized they wouldn’t live much longer.

"First time, fewer than ten. Second time, over thirty. Third time, this time, over a hundred."

"If this one succeeds, Wu Jianshan becomes Sequence 4."

"However, this ritual probably has limits; it only works on people inside the Death God Church!"

"That’s why Wu Jianshan kept pushing us to join the Death God Church!"

"And the earlier two times were also rituals performed after people joined the Death God Church!"

Chu Che finished that last sentence.

"Aren’t you, Chu Captain, the one with the Eavesdropping Radio? Why are you only now suddenly enlightened?"

Chen Ye asked in puzzlement.

Having the Eavesdropping Radio, Chu Che shouldn’t just now be grasping the truth.

"Have you ever seen a fool who, when alone, would tell all his plans out loud?"

"Didn’t he discuss things with his subordinates? Like the Vice-Bishops and so on?"

Chen Ye didn’t buy it and pressed further.

Chu Che sneered, "Bullshit subordinates—those are all sacrifices."

"When you sweep the graves, do you talk to the offerings?"

Chu Che looked at Chen Ye as if he were an idiot.

Chen Ye returned the stare: "What use are you?"

"You bastard, Chen Ye!"

Bang!

At that moment, the classroom door was suddenly kicked open.

The pink-haired Girl and Ding Dong walked in with faces ashen.

Behind them followed several followers of the Death God Church, each looking at Chen Ye and Chu Che as if they were the vilest enemies.