I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 597 - 85: Observation Diary of the New-Type Pseudo-human

18th, Rain.

They started taking action.

They attacked my doppelganger, the apparent Master of the Secret Realm, the Marriage Dress Town Master.

What a terrifying creature they are.

These new pseudo-humans were born only a few days ago, yet possess extremely high learning and reconnaissance abilities.

Through visiting, observing, and discreetly inquiring, they systematically uncovered the sequence of my doppelganger's activity, which involves exploring information in the Capital City every three days.

They took advantage of the doppelganger's Dharma Aspect being outside and secretly attacked the doppelganger together.

Five Dharma Aspect cultivators murmured "For Demacia" "For the Fish Association" — incomprehensible evil cult beliefs — and without hesitation embraced the doppelganger, self-destructing instantly.

I swear it was a creature I had never seen in my three million years of life.

Fearless of death and pain, I saw traces of the lowest level ant colonies' suicidal combat mentality in them—a sacrificial spirit absolutely never found in advanced intelligent life forms.

The sound of the explosion stirred up a heavy rain.

They began possession.

...

19th, Rain.

The doppelganger was possessed.

I can no longer articulate my terror.

Such an exaggerated attack, yet the high-levels and confidants of the Two-Phase Realm believed their crude lies:

The Town Master of the One Heart Realm was merely severely injured due to a fire and demonic incident.

This is an attack! An attack!

Those in the Two-Phase Realm seem to have been bewitched; they started worshiping a mysterious entity referred to as "Master," expressing an irresistible, morbidly twisted love.

I felt from this their fanaticism towards some ancient, indescribable ancient evil god from the heavens.

The entire town is being submerged by an unknown faith, like an unfathomable darkness rolling in, ready to swallow the entire Marriage Dress Town.

My city is falling, while I... can only rely on the doppelganger to escape the death tribulation, hiding in the shadows.

Ghost Tide!

I am facing a fearsome disaster, sinister beyond precedent; something more ancient, terrifying, and outside human comprehension.

Of course, I can flee this town.

I am not a dead man; how could I not escape?

I just stay in the secret chamber, observing in the dark, collecting more data for humanity.

I must avenge them, I must avenge them...

I still have reluctance in my heart; at least the entire town returns to normal at night, as they come back from the unknown old burial grounds.

At the very least, half the days they are alive, they are normal.

Perhaps, for me, this is already enough.

...

20th, Rain.

They began celebrating; having taken control of the doppelganger, they pried open the treasure chests in the Town Lord's Mansion, tore up the floorboards, danced indescribable dances, humming songs in unknown languages.

I hid in a nearby secret chamber, sensing my sanity diminishing rapidly.

I don't know when they will discover me in the secret chamber; all I can do is try my best to leave behind this diary, recording their celebratory shouts:

Ke ke ke!!

They laughed lustily.

Ha ha ha ha!!

They battered their chests in a roar.

Gah gah gah!!

They boiled and gnawed on earth.

Dong dong dong!

There was even the sound of wooden fish.

My mind began losing control, my sanity gradually fading; I was... constantly trembling.

I'm scared, I dare not resist...

Even though I am a Self-Transformation Realm being, supposedly one of the strongest peak existences in human history, I could only hide in the dark corner, not daring to utter a sound.

For I know I am among the weakest batch in the Self-Transformation Realm; behind every pseudo-human lurks powerful saints and human gods, and what about this super pseudo-human even more terrifying... what powerful saint level might be hidden behind them?

Their growth speed post-parasite surpassed normal pseudo-humans by a hundred times.

Possessing semi-parasitic ability, suicidal evil cult belief, not fearing death... These monsters are beyond the scope of human understanding throughout long history.

I don't even dare to send out the Dharma Aspect, nor can I communicate with the outside world.

In the face of this evil and enormous mysterious race, I will have no power to resist.

...

...

21st, Clear.

I can no longer endure, facing such hopelessness daily. Each twisted, shrieking shadow has driven me mad; unspeakable fear has tightly gripped my throat.

Only the night, only the night...

They surely return to normal.

For I heard their communication — 8 AM, 7 PM, this is their "online" time.

Indeed...

Online... is it a line!

Evil human gods, evil Three Flowers, lines, permeate the ancient epochs, so — lines... surely hide something.

What exactly is going online?

That night, I emerged from the secret chamber, resolute to face death.

The doppelganger had returned to normal, greeting me with a smile, as always.

We chatted and exchanged clothes as usual; I became the Town Master, walked outside, and looked at the townspeople, still smiling as they greeted me.

I looked at the subordinate Two-Phase Realm acquaintances, still talking about everything.

I watched as new travelers arrived, marrying beautiful brides.

I watched the rebirth of their entire town, feeling immensely relieved.

This may be the tragic fate I will face.

For millions of years, I can only be like a rat in the sewer, able to chat with the returned-to-normal subordinates only at night.

The night is my only light in life.

Only at night can I reunite with fallen friends.

Praise the night.

...

22nd, Clear.

Hiding in the secret chamber, faintly hearing that they've already replaced the Town Master, and are said to be searching for a serial killer.

But I don't care about those anymore.

I don't know the specific features of these indescribable mysterious monsters, yet I choose to hide in the sewer, following the Ancestral Human Biography to leave behind the following pieces of information.

Perhaps, like the Ancestral Human Biography's ancestral humans, we will reencounter prolonged dark rule, enslavement, dynasty, yet we still must believe in the night, believe in the future.

If anyone finds this diary, make sure to convey it:

1. They only possess during daytime.

The specific times are 8 AM to 7 PM as they mention, very punctual.

They call this period "working hours," but what exactly does "working hours" refer to? It remains to be explored, most likely referring to themselves.

If this speculation proves true, this mysterious and evil race might be named: Work Slaves.

2. Pseudo-humans learn quickly.

Though they still can't break memory locks, plunder host memory, they soon grow from newborns, strongly intelligent, and highly adaptable in disguising as original hosts.

3. They possess extraordinary sociability.

They inherently contain cruelty and lunacy, enjoying destruction, brick-laying, grass-pulling, interacting with various buildings.

Yet the more complex and intelligent the creature, the more afraid they are to die.

But why are they fearless of death? This is so discordant; perhaps some higher "King" is controlling their self-destruction.

What is their "King"? The black hand behind human gods?

I dare not explore further, but nearly certain, my subordinates' fervent admiration and worship for a presence should be that "King."

4. Their combat power skyrockets post-parasite.

The combat power of all Two-Phase Realm individuals increased dramatically, turning into contemporary Immortal Spirit Roots.

Currently only revolves around cyclic spirit root series.

Five Elements have yet to complete parasite.

I interacted with revived night subordinates; they expressed amazement at their combat power increase, displaying joyful postures, viewing it as a blessing.

They lost daytime memories, due to power enhancement, and showed gratitude, worship, and thankfulness towards some "King."...

I think this should be the trend for the world's future.

Most infected creatures... won't consider this a disaster, but a great anonymous presence's descent blessing!

Perhaps death in ignorance and gratitude isn't bad at times.

Note: It was this group of skyrocketing power Immortal Spirit Root Two-Phase cultivators who ambushed and exploded my One Heart Realm doppelganger.

5. Pseudo-humans' weaknesses.

They possess high combat power, fearless of death, yet fear seeing naked bodies.

When they attacked the doppelganger and self-exploded, the exposed body caused their attack power against the severely wounded doppelganger to be hindered.

Expressing some degree of anger and fear, shouting "Too much mosaic," "Holy light," "Affects how I see her combat actions" — these are despairing cries.

Final conclusion.

Unknown super pseudo-human weakness: fear of stripping clothes.

Although unseemly, human survivors can try to avoid clothing, inflicting great damage on these unknown beings.

The reason might relate to their extreme sensitivity to moral attributes.