Chapter 370
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Chapter 370: Please, Dress Up as a Girl!
Bai Yan thought for a moment. After weighing his options, he chose the Core Operators: the “Psychic Dancer,” the “Queen of the Scarlet Moon,” the “Hidden Azure,” and the “Sword of Demons.”
At first, he had considered bringing Mu Ling along, but after much thought, he decided against it. She had just undergone a grueling trial and needed time to rest and recuperate.
“For now, let Mu Ling rest for a while,” Bai Yan pondered.
The Dionysian Tour began.
In the next instant, Bai Yan found himself standing within the Babel Tower, unaffected by any external influence. His duplicate there remained entirely immune to the effects of the Entertainment Card.
Meanwhile, in the world of Noah, the real Bai Yan…
Inside Tulip Manor, where Bai Yan had been quietly reading, he felt a subtle, compelling force pull at him.
[This was a journey of the Dionysian Tour.]
Bai Yan heard his own voice echo in his mind. It felt strange, yet familiar.
“Oh, I see. It’s this kind of feeling…”
He didn’t feel confused. Instead, it was as though everything was tearing apart, only to come back together again. Finally, he found himself in an entirely different world.
It was an open-air theater in ancient Greece.
A massive red curtain hung in the distance, with hundreds of golden seats laid out before it. The moon shone brightly in the night sky, and faint melodies from a harp mingled with joyful laughter. The air was thick with a carefree, festive atmosphere.
Bai Yan stood on the stage. Around him, Maryse, the Scarlet Moon, Kaluoer, and the mushroom floating in the sky — yes, the Sword of Demons — were all nearby.
Without exception, the three girls and the mushroom were intently observing their surroundings, curiosity written on their faces.
Maryse, still in her pajamas, stretched and yawned lazily, as though she had just woken up. Rubbing her eyes, she was the first to speak up.
“Where are we? What does this Dionysian Tour mean?”
But no one answered her.
The Scarlet Moon, not in the mood for conversation, merely gazed at Bai Yan from afar.
Kaluoer ignored everyone, waiting silently for instructions.
The Sword of Demons, however, floated in mid-air, no longer waiting for anyone. It circled around and soon discovered a line of golden text in the corner of the stage.
“To please the Spirit of Dionysus, complete the ritual.”
“What is that?” Maryse asked, walking over to squat down and study the text.
“What does the Spirit of Dionysus mean? A ritual? Are we supposed to offer a sacrifice to some deity? Can the Respected Savior come and explain what we need to do?”
“I have heard of the Spirit of Dionysus,” Bai Yan said, breaking the silence.
Everyone turned to look at him. Bai Yan calmly began to explain.
“Women who participate in the Dionysus festival typically wear a crown of ivy, drape themselves in deer skin, and carry a Dionysus Staff wrapped in ivy, topped with pinecone balls. They play the tambourine and cymbals, pretending to be the ‘Dionysian madwomen.'”
“To bring joy to the Spirit of Dionysus.”
“Dionysian madwoman?” The Scarlet Moon raised an eyebrow.
Bai Yan nodded without skipping a beat. “Yes. During the festival, wild women abandon their homes and work, wandering the mountains and forests in groups. They carry torches and dance wildly, shouting excitedly.”
“In the end, they destroy everything in their path, including wild beasts and even children. They tear them apart and consume the raw flesh, believing it to be a holy sacrament. By doing so, they unite with the gods.”
“Barbaric behavior,” Maryse said with a frown, shaking her head. “They wouldn’t ask us to do that, would they?”
Bai Yan hadn’t known much about this obscure tradition, but he had studied the Entertainment Card in the Real Digital World earlier, unlocking the cheat code that allowed him to bypass the decryption process.
“You three can dress up as the ‘Dionysian madwomen’ and perform on stage to summon the Spirit of Dionysus,” he explained.
The Scarlet Moon furrowed her brow. “Why us? Why not you and the sword?”
“Hehe,” the Sword of Demons replied with a giggle, “I don’t have a gender… I think that’s how it is…”
Kaluoer remained silent, showing no interest in participating in the conversation. She was content to simply wait for orders.
Maryse’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She clapped her hands together, her enthusiasm evident. “Great! I think Mr. Profligate is absolutely right! Since the Savior has assigned us this mission, we should complete it with all our hearts! Let’s go together!”
The Scarlet Moon stayed quiet, her brow still furrowed.
A sudden voice cut through the silence. “I found it.”
Everyone turned to see Kaluoer standing among the rows of seats, already holding five sets of outfits belonging to the “Dionysian madwoman.”
Each outfit included a crown of ivy, a deer skin, a Dionysus Staff with ivy and pinecone decorations, a tambourine, and cymbals.
The Sword of Demons floated nearby, grinning. “Hehe! I can’t use it! You take it!”
The Scarlet Moon sighed deeply. She wasn’t one to stir up trouble, but she had learned to cooperate when necessary. After all, it was part of the mission.
There was no space behind the stage. The Greek-style theater turned out to be surprisingly compact, with no way to exit. They would have to change in the open.
Qiqi turned her gaze toward Profligate, and Bai Yan nodded in agreement, saying nothing. He turned around and closed his eyes.
A while later, he felt a gentle poke on his back.
He turned around to see the three girls, now dressed in their “Dionysian madwoman” attire. Astonishingly, the outfits fit perfectly.
“Here you go,” Kaluoer said, handing Bai Yan a set of attire.
“Um, I am a boy,” Bai Yan hesitated.
“”What I mean is, I don’t need to wear clothes.””
“But there are five sets here,” Kaluoer pointed out, indicating the Sword of Demons.
Bai Yan froze, stunned to see the Sword of Demons also dressed in ivy and deer skin.
“Among the five sets, four fit. This one should be just right for you,” Kaluoer added calmly, providing logical evidence for her argument.
“Yeah, you should change too,” she said.
The Scarlet Moon, now in her attire, looked both sour and yet strangely content. Her smile had become more charming, captivating in a way.
Bai Yan remained silent.
Maryse glanced between the Scarlet Moon and Bai Yan, exchanging looks. Everyone stood still for a moment.
“Um, well, uh…” Maryse hesitated, her voice trailing off.
But under Bai Yan’s increasingly intense gaze, she relented. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter. The three of us are enough.”
Bai Yan understood. She had hesitated not because of discomfort, but because she knew this was all part of Bai Yan’s plan. He likely wanted to see her in “female clothing.”
At this point, Bai Yan, with a rare seriousness, declared, “Let’s just start the ritual.”
The Scarlet Moon raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but suddenly found her body unable to move.
Maryse and Kaluoer were in the same predicament, but they had long since adapted to his manipulation.
The Scarlet Moon grumbled in frustration under her breath. Bai Yan had used his clone from the Babel Tower to take control of their movements in the game.
The ritual began.
Bai Yan and the Sword of Demons exchanged a few words before vanishing without a trace.
As the Dionysus Staff appeared in Kaluoer’s hands, she began to dance wildly. Neither Kaluoer nor the Sword of Demons seemed to feel anything, but Maryse and the Scarlet Moon were inwardly exclaiming in madness.
Especially the Scarlet Moon, whose face had turned solemn. Her movements were frantic, almost animalistic in their wildness.
It was as though they had gone mad with joy.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind whipped through the theater. The pressure in the air became overwhelming, and a sense of divine power filled the space.
A gigantic sphere, glowing a deep wine red and made up of countless heads and a dozen arms, began to form in the sky.
It transitioned from a mere illusion into a solid, terrifying entity.
Everyone understood at once.
This was the Spirit of Dionysus.
