Chapter 50

Chapter 50

This was a “Global Garbage Pollution Distribution Map” updated in real-time by the Web of Thoughts.

Based on the “pollution” levels across the world, Bai Yi divided the map into light, moderate, and severe garbage pollution zones using different colors, marking the varying degrees of pollution from light red to deep red.

Since the creation of this map, which was updated in real-time by the Web of Thoughts and tracked every garbage distribution location, the Shadow Council’s work efficiency had increased by 100%.

In just a few days, from Yao Country to the Chenxing Empire, several small dots ranging from light red to deep red disappeared in a short time, symbolizing that garbage of different pollution levels had been cleared remotely by Bai Yi.

This made him feel much more cheerful, and his whole demeanor became more spirited.

— Wasn’t all his hard work and trouble-making just to give ordinary people a chance to complete their sublimation and control themselves, so they wouldn’t output mental fluctuations to him anymore?

Those who had been dumping foul-smelling garbage on him for years were originally the ones who needed sublimation and self-control the most.

But after Bai Yi had suffered “persecution” for so long, was he still supposed to wholeheartedly help the culprits onto the path of transcendence???

Regarding this, he only had one thing to say.

— Eat shit!!!

— Garbage should go where garbage belongs, there’s no place for them in the new world that’s about to be born!

“Twinkle, twinkle, little trash, the screen is full of little garbage~” Bai Yi hummed happily, frantically tapping the little red dots on the garbage pollution distribution map on his phone, based on the speed at which the garbage was being cleared on the Web of Thoughts. “Extinguish them one by one, environmental protection depends on me alone~”

While humming, Bai Yi didn’t forget to keep the beat. He kicked the ground with his toe, spinning his chair 360 degrees on the spot, and the whole person drifted out on the chair.

He even managed to avoid obstacles like tables and cabinets perfectly, making an S-shaped flying chair turn in his bedroom, finally “braking” steadily by the bed.

Then, Bai Yi cleared his throat leisurely.

“Today, we solemnly congratulate Environmental Ambassador Bai Yi on taking a big step forward in the cause of environmental protection, starting from the local area and moving towards the nation and the world!”

As he spoke, he “clicked” the switch on the nearby wall. The familiarity and smoothness of his action was eye-catching.

At this moment, all the lights in the bedroom instantly lit up, all focusing on the chair in the center of the room and Bai Yi sitting on it. It was as if bright lights were focused on the center of the “award platform.”

“Clap clap clap clap clap clap!”

Bai Yi applauded himself, the applause was very enthusiastic.

After playing the role of host and then the appreciative audience, he finally switched roles. He relaxed, leaning back against the chair, interlacing his fingers in front of him, and putting on a serious expression:

“This is one small step for me, but a giant leap for world environmental protection! I will continue to dedicate my life to the cause of environmental protection!”

After saying this, Bai Yi once again clapped for himself.

Goodness, he had performed an entire award ceremony by himself!

If there had been any observers present, they would have been so embarrassed for him that they’d want to flee Blue Star overnight. But Bai Yi clearly lacked the nerve for embarrassment in his brain, and he was quite engrossed in playing by himself.

Until he noticed that in the area of the Web of Thoughts belonging to Sang Country, the amount of garbage in the polluted areas seemed to have significantly decreased.

“The speed at which this garbage is disappearing doesn’t seem to follow natural laws. Could someone else be cleaning up like me?” As soon as this thought occurred to him, Bai Yi couldn’t help but feel curious.

At this moment, the “Flower Speaker” card began to glow slowly.

Bai Yi’s consciousness delved in, and he immediately sensed strange fluctuations surging along the lines of faith coming from all directions.

[Oh great god, your faithful follower prays to you! Please accept the sacrifice I offer to you!]

[Supreme God of Redemption and Revenge, I beseech your protection! I will sacrifice to you with the blood of my enemies!]

...

The young man in the sea of flowers slightly opened his eyes, and immediately heard waves of fanatical prayers coming from afar.

His consciousness kept rising, following those lines of faith all the way.

Until he descended into a dark and stuffy underground room.

In the center of the basement, a strange hexagram pattern was drawn on the ground with fresh blood – it looked exactly like the popular style in anime and novels. At each point of the hexagram lay several corpses strewn about.

Their heads and feet were connected, forming a perfect circle, enclosing the blood-formed hexagram in the center. And in the very center of the hexagram was a flower as red as if dyed with fresh blood.

Bai Yi twirled the cleaver a couple of times, then chopped it down on the cutting board with a “thud,” slicing a dark shadow in half. An extremely shrill and eerie sound emanated from the shadow.

The system’s narration continued:

[This is a chaotic and unique world.]

[This is an artist’s paradise.]

[Music, painting, calligraphy, and even cuisine... every form of art is revered by the people, and artists hold the highest status. They represent hope in this chaotic world.]

[Art can convey happiness, heal wounds, comfort the soul, and connect people’s spirits.]

[The highest honor pursued by every artist in their lifetime is to claim the title of “god” in their respective fields.]

[That is, to advance through world competitions, becoming the undisputed champion, the one everyone looks up to.]

At this point, Bai Yi had an ominous feeling.

Sure enough, the system’s narration suddenly changed its tone.

[You are an absolute artistic failure.]

[From the beginning, you were determined to have no artistic talent whatsoever, unable to engage in any artistic field.]

[You have no sense of rhythm, sing off-key, and can single-handedly throw off the pitch of an entire class of children.]

[You’re severely colorblind, can’t distinguish between paint colors, and every picture you draw looks like brain matter mixed with ink.]

[Every time you try to sculpt, you only end up cutting your own fingers; after twenty years of practicing calligraphy, you’re still worse than a third-grader; you’ve gone bankrupt from debt due to too many kitchen explosions while cooking...]

[But you’ve always had a dream of being an artist.]

[Not only that, you also want to obtain the title of “god.”]

[Task: Obtain the title of “god” in at least three artistic fields.]

[Given the complexity of this instance world’s task, the system will provide special guidance to the player. As long as the player follows the split sub-tasks one by one, there’s a high probability of completing the final main task.]

[Sub-task 1: Get along well with your roommate.]

“Room...mate?” Bai Yi repeated word by word.

If the information he received was correct, the character he was playing now was renting alone on the second floor of an old building, not sharing with anyone.

And the reason this guy who could blow up the kitchen every time he cooked came to the kitchen to get a cleaver was not to make a midnight snack, but because he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a “ghost”, so he came to get a cleaver for courage.

In that case, the so-called roommate...

Judging from the life rhythms Bai Yi sensed, besides himself, the other vibration in this house came from...

Bai Yi slowly, very slowly, lifted the cleaver from the chopping board. The black shadow he had just chopped in half was squirming slightly on the board, about to escape.

Bai Yi’s grip on the cleaver changed, and almost instinctively, he quickly slapped down with the flat side of the cleaver!

“Thwack—”

The cleaver hit the chopping board heavily, and some black liquid slowly flowed out from under it.

Bai Yi: “...I think I reacted too quickly.”

He slowly moved the cleaver away, looking at the pitiful puddle of black “ink” on the chopping board, and was silent for a few seconds.

“Oh dear... my roommate has been flattened into a paste. Can we still get along well?”

The only one who answered him was himself.

Bai Yi twirled the cleaver in his hand, his gaze falling on the chopping board. He displayed an incredibly sincere and friendly smile. “I think you can do it, can’t you, Ink Sauce?”

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