I Created a Containment Object at the Start, and Became a God

90: You can have everything I have! A deal with the devil!”A power strong enough to overturn everything before you... to tear apart those who humiliated you, despised you, and trampled you into the mud...”

Jirō suddenly jolted, raising his head like a startled rabbit, his bloodshot eyes frantically scanning the empty, dim living room.

”Who?! Who is speaking?!” he growled, his voice trembling, but the only response was the even more grating sounds of lust coming from the bedroom.

Was it a hallucination? Or... a ghost? Extreme fear made him tremble uncontrollably.

However, the demonic whisper sounded again, clearer this time, every word seemingly hooked, precisely provoking the darkest desires within his heart:

”Answer me... you wretched insect...”

”Do you... want to obtain... the absolute power to crush that bald thug... make your vile wife kneel at your feet in repentance... and make everyone who owes you pay the price?”

”Once you possess it... money, power, the awe of others... all the dignity you once lost, and even everything you never had... will be within easy reach...”

This voice was like the sweetest poison, instantly irrigating Jirō’s already dried and twisted heartland.

In his crimson eyes, despair and fear receded like a tide, replaced by a raging, almost explosive fire of greed, excitement, and ultimate desire!

”Yes! I want it!!” He practically squeezed the roar from the depths of his throat, his body shaking violently from excitement. ”Give it to me! Give me the power!!”

At this moment, Lin Zhi stood quietly right beside Jirō, merely inches away.

But he seemed to exist in another dimension; light passed through his body, and the surrounding dust had no effect on him.

He was like an invisible phantom, observing the intense reaction of this ”ant” beneath his feet to the temptation, with a creator-like, detached interest.

Seeing Jirō’s deranged appearance, completely consumed by desire, Lin Zhi’s lips curved into a satisfied, almost cruel, arc.

The seductive whisper sounded precisely again, like pouring a barrel of hot oil onto a burning fire:

”Listen... listen closely to the sounds behind you...”

”Your wife... is pleasuring another man... freely mocking your incompetence...”

”And you... are paralyzed here like a dead dog...”

”Do you... truly feel no rage?”

”Aaaahhhh—!!!” Jirō’s final thread of sanity snapped completely!

Every sound coming from the bedroom became the most vicious mockery and stimulation to him.

Endless humiliation, jealousy, and resentment erupted in his chest like a volcano!

His facial muscles twisted intensely, making him look monstrous, like a malevolent ghost crawling out of hell!

”Give me the power!! Give me the power!!!”

He slammed the ground frantically, roaring hoarsely.

”I’m going to kill him! Kill that adulterer! I’m going to make that bitch wish she were dead! I’m going to destroy everyone who looks down on me! I want everything!!!”

”As you wish.” Lin Zhi’s voice was flat and emotionless.

He stretched out a finger, and a wisp of pitch-black mist, seemingly condensed from the purest negative energy, coiled and compressed around his fingertip, finally transforming into the phantom image of an ancient, yet sinister and maniacal, Demon Mask.

With a casual toss, the mask phantom silently dropped like a falling leaf, turning from ethereal to solid the moment it touched the ground, making a light ”pat” sound.

Jirō, who was deep in madness, was startled by the sudden sound. He snapped his head down and realized something had appeared by his feet.

It was a strange mask, cold to the touch, made of neither metal nor wood, with demon patterns that seemed to slowly writhe like living things.

”What is this...?” Jirō paused, a flicker of residual sanity causing him to hesitate.

Just then, Lin Zhi’s voice, filled with both temptation and warning, sounded for the final time:

”Wear the mask... and you will gain the power you crave...”

”But remember... the price is your ’lifespan’...”

”Every time you use this power, it will drain your life... until you are completely hollowed out...”

”Now... do you still want it?”

There was almost no hesitation!

A flash of desperate madness crossed Jirō’s eyes. He snatched up the Demon Mask from the floor, the cold touch only making him more excited, and he roared into the air:

”Yes! I want it!!”

”As long as I can get everything I want! Take my life if you must!!”

Before his voice faded, he pressed the ominous Demon Mask fiercely onto his face, as if embracing a life raft!

The instant the mask touched his skin, it seemed to come alive, countless tiny black tendrils extending from its edges, tightly adhering to, and even piercing, his facial skin.

A terrifying energy—cold, violent, and filled with the desire for destruction—surged through his entire body like a breaking dam!

”Ugh ahhhhh—!!!”

Jirō let out an inhuman howl, a mixture of pain and pleasure! His body began undergoing grotesque mutation...