Wizard: Scamming a Demon God

Chapter 513 -370: Evil God Manchester: You Naturally Evil Mad Witch, I’ll Personally…

A faint smile touched Isaac’s lips as he looked at the pale purple Crystal Stone in his hand. The most important step was complete.

Isaac strode to a corner of the lab, where a complex ritual had long been prepared. When the pale purple Crystal Stone in his hand flew to the center of the ritual, transparent numbers floating above the Ritual Array instantly soared from zero to eight hundred and eighty percent!

Although it hadn’t reached the cap of one thousand percent, a pleased smile still graced Isaac’s lips.

The reason was simple. Before the pale purple Crystal Stone was complete, he couldn’t use his Golden Finger to observe the ritual’s margin for error. In other words, this eight hundred and eighty percent was achieved almost entirely through his own proficiency with rituals and his understanding of his Golden Finger.

Still, to be on the safe side, this clearly wasn’t enough.

As was his custom, Isaac first inspected the ritual with his own eyes, searching for and correcting any flaws. He then compared his work with the results from his Golden Finger. In the end, just as always, a ritual with a one-thousand-percent margin for error emerged.

After taking two deep breaths, Isaac’s expression grew solemn. Though his Golden Finger’s calculations all but confirmed the initial phase was complete, he couldn’t afford to be careless. Until the final result was certain, anything was possible.

Besides, this was his first time trading with an Outer God outside the Real World. According to the other Mad Witches, there wasn’t much of a difference, but it was still best to be cautious.

With a mere thought from Isaac, the ritual before him began to radiate an eerie glow. A strange ripple of energy gathered and then ascended into the Void.

In that instant, Isaac felt a wondrous power…

A gateway!

Isaac’s pupils constricted. ‘The Gate of Legends!’

This was somewhat unexpected. While he could feel the power of the Gate of Legends during previous trades, it had never been this distinct. ‘Is it because I’m in the Boundless Void?’

Isaac’s eyes narrowed slightly as he buried the thought deep in his mind. ‘I can test it when I get back.’

Isaac quickly focused his senses, his perception following the ritual’s power into the Void. After what felt like an eternity of travel, a pale purple planet appeared in his “vision.” This was Manchester’s Divine Kingdom.

This wasn’t his first time seeing a Divine Kingdom. Both the Sects and the Truth Association occasionally held observational and research expeditions—the kind anyone could join just by signing up. However, this was the first time he’d experienced this perspective during the trading ritual itself.

Compared to the resplendent Divine Kingdoms Isaac had seen before, Manchester’s was far dimmer. This was as much a sign of His self-imposed seclusion as it was a testament to His diminished power.

Clearly, while His long slumber had allowed Him to recover some power, it was only a minuscule amount.

This was to be expected. Otherwise, the cultivation methods of Deities wouldn’t have been replaced by the path of Faith.

The perspective was novel, but Isaac didn’t linger. Aided by the power of the Fake Divine Authority—which shared the same origin—his perception, carried by the ritual’s power, smoothly integrated into the Divine Kingdom and connected with the slumbering Manchester.

With that, the trading ritual was formally initiated!

God of Mystery and Wisdom: “???”

A sudden, baseless panic gripped the slumbering Manchester. He sensed something sinister and was on the verge of waking.

“God of Mystery and Wisdom, open your eyes! I am Shafulin!”

Manchester’s brow furrowed. ‘Shafulin? What the hell is that?’

‘Wait! This feeling!’

“Wake up! Time for some free trade!” Seeing that Manchester wasn’t fully awake, Isaac amplified his efforts. The trading ritual might have been initiated, but for the transaction to proceed, Manchester needed to be conscious.

After all, the basic condition for a fair transaction is that both parties remain conscious!

Of course, it’s worth mentioning that from its inception until this very moment, this “basic condition” had always been there to protect the Mad Witches…

And with Isaac’s call, Manchester gradually regained consciousness.

Of course, “conscious” wasn’t necessarily the right word. He had awakened from His slumber, yes, but the God Himself was in a state of utter bafflement.

He simply couldn’t comprehend it. He’d fallen into slumber, sealed Himself away, and even forcibly shut down His Divine Kingdom’s mechanism for automatically responding to Believers. So why could a Mad Witch *still* contact Him?!

This wasn’t fucking magical at all!

But while the God was baffled, Isaac was not.

The moment Manchester awoke from His slumber, Isaac had already seized the opportunity to slip into the Mysterious Void, helping himself to everything he could get his hands on!

Manchester: “???”

‘These local Mad Witches are so damn shameless! They won’t even leave a sleeping Evil God in peace!’

Manchester felt a pang of despair. He had been brutally ambushed the moment He awoke, and His attempt to resist had been crushed in an instant. His long slumber had left His reactions sluggish, and His injuries had yet to fully heal. Against a one-thousand-percent-perfect Isaac, He was utterly powerless.

Just then, a message arrived, fashionably late—I want the [Analysis] Authority!

‘Simple. Direct. Like a damn gangster, not even bothering to put on an act!’

‘It’s [Analysis] again!’

The request may have been simple, but its effect was potent. Manchester’s composure shattered instantly. Because of this one Authority, He had suffered more grief than He could count!

Early on, [Analysis] had been a significant help on His own path, but it quickly became more trouble than it was worth. He didn’t need to analyze things weaker than Himself, and as He wasn’t a Wizard, its utility was limited. Against anything stronger than Him, it was useless.

At the very least, the [Analysis] Authority couldn’t help Him find the path to true Divine Authority.

Of course, it wasn’t completely useless. It was quite effective for impressing Believers, especially with its nickname: “Lesser Omniscience.”

But!

That small benefit paled in comparison to the trouble it caused!

‘The moment those Mad Witches caught a whiff of the [Analysis] Authority, they swarmed it like flies to shit, one after another!’

‘Most of those Mad Witches just ended up as an extra course for His meal, but a few always succeeded. And unfortunately, the ones who could actually wrest the Authority from Him were always heavy hitters who took a huge chunk with them!’

‘Eventually, He was actually operating at a net loss, which finally forced Him into slumber…’

So when He received the trade request from Isaac’s ritual, He was absolutely incandescent with rage!

Uncontrollable rage!

Burning with fury!

Seething with indignation!

Burning with fury!

This was an outrageous affront to a God!

Enough was enough!

Manchester glanced at Isaac, who was feasting wantonly in the Mysterious Void. A cold light glinted in His eyes. ‘Damn Mad Witch, do you really think I’ve just been sleeping all these years?!’

“Hmph!” Manchester snorted. Connecting his Divine Thought to the trading ritual, He steeled His heart and abruptly ended the transaction, which could have otherwise continued for much longer!

‘So what if it’s the [Analysis] Authority?!’

“Fine, take it!”