I, the creator of the evil god!

Chapter Twenty-Six: The True Mystical Night Market!

What does it feel like to have a pillow handed to you just as you’re about to fall asleep?

Bliss.

Before Lu Yu could even fabricate an excuse, someone else had already done it for him—and with such deference, no less!

“Look at their wording—‘grace us with your presence!’ That’s how a subordinate speaks to a superior. Even the gatekeeper has such refinement and potential!”

Lu Yu was in a good mood, though his mask hid any expression. To the onlookers, the enigmatic powerhouse exuded a silent and oppressive aura.

In reality, Lu Yu wasn’t releasing any energy fluctuations. Beyond casting skills and manipulating some shadow energy, he had no idea how to project such an aura.

“You want me to release pressure? Bring me a manual first!”

The gatekeeper, meanwhile, trembled uncontrollably. His mind raced, wondering if he had misspoken and incurred the wrath of the enigmatic figure before him.

After all, this individual could very well be a Morningstar-level existence. If angered, his boss would be the first to act, possibly wiping out the gatekeeper’s family as an apology.

Beads of sweat rolled down the gatekeeper’s forehead. Time seemed to slow, each second stretching into eternity.

“Alright.”

Lu Yu’s response was like music to the gatekeeper’s ears, so much so that he almost leapt with joy. Suppressing his excitement, he spoke with reverence:

“Please, follow me.”

Nodding in agreement, Lu Yu followed the gatekeeper’s lead, crossing the threshold under the awestruck gazes of the onlookers.

Beyond the gate was not a building but a bamboo grove, with a cobblestone path winding through it. Candles burned atop wooden stakes lining the path, creating a surreal atmosphere.

Lu Yu followed silently, passing through the grove to arrive at a vast clearing. Masked individuals had already gathered there, some laying out cloths with items for sale, complete with price tags.

As Lu Yu stepped into the clearing, many glanced at him but quickly averted their gaze. In any setting, staring too long at someone was considered rude; in the Awakened community, where strength dictated respect, such behaviour could be seen as provocation unless one was confident of their superiority.

Whether they truly looked away or merely pretended, only they knew.

The gatekeeper, having completed his task, bowed and withdrew. Instead of returning to the entrance, he headed towards an inner courtyard, likely to report.

Lu Yu paid little attention to the gatekeeper’s movements. His primary goal was to acquire valuable items and information at the night market.

He began browsing and soon discovered that while the market wasn’t large, the items on display were rare and unconventional—things seldom seen elsewhere.

For instance, there was a white tusk over a metre long. Initially mistaking it for ivory, Lu Yu noted the label: “Wild Boar Tusk.” Judging by its size, the boar must have been six to seven metres tall—likely raised on steroids.

Then there was a black rock. Assuming it to be some precious stone, Lu Yu read the label: “Three-Headed Vulture’s Excrement,” touted for its alchemical properties.

“Enough to destroy my worldview,”

His shadow-cloaked presence drew attention, with many stepping aside to make way for him. This mix of deference and awe left Lu Yu feeling both amused and exasperated.

“It’s frustrating because I can’t engage with the other Awakened. My lack of knowledge about their world makes it easy to expose my naivety. But it’s satisfying to see these supposedly superior beings stepping aside for me—what a rush!”

The night market proved its worth, showcasing items and materials that truly belonged to a supernatural realm. Yet, Lu Yu remained focused on his goal. Soon, he stopped at a stall manned by a black-haired girl wearing a cat mask. She was engrossed in a book, showing no interest in selling her wares.

As Lu Yu approached, she briefly glanced at him before returning to her book, exuding the air of a librarian rather than a merchant.@@novelbin@@

The stall featured only a handful of items: ten or so notebooks, neatly labelled with titles like “Awakened Basics,” “108 Ways to Die in the Wild,” “Wilderness Survival 2.0,” and “Spiritual Cultivation Techniques for the Awakened.”

Beside the books was a white porcelain vial labelled: “Five Burials Corpse Poison.”

Despite the sensational titles, one caught Lu Yu’s attention: “Spiritual Cultivation Techniques for the Awakened.”

With abundant energy but no structured training or growth path, Lu Yu saw this book, along with “Awakened Basics,” as treasures. To other Awakened, they might be basic guides, but for Lu Yu, they were invaluable.

However, maintaining his facade as a mysterious powerhouse, he couldn’t appear too eager. Clearing his throat, he pointed at the porcelain vial and asked:

“Five Burials Corpse Poison?”