# 1216
Chapter 1217: The Oasis Gambit
The biting cold wind carried sand, nearly burying the nearly twenty dark figures on the wasteland.
Numerous proxies trudged forward through the wind and sand in silence, their previously relaxed expressions replaced by unprecedented solemnity.
They kept their heads down, eyes flickering—as if everyone had their own ulterior motives.
We're almost there. Lin Qiye, walking at the very front, spoke suddenly.
At these words, the沉闷 atmosphere was broken, and everyone looked up, gazing toward the distance.
In the endless yellow sand, a vague oasis outline flickered indistinguishably at the horizon.
The crowd's eyes brightened momentarily, then grew increasingly somber.
Is the Holy Grail there? Pakash gazed into the distance, frowning slightly... That doesn't look like a place where a divine artifact would be kept...
The Holy Grail possesses spirituality. It won't reveal itself ordinarily. We need some specific method to awaken it.
A specific method?
Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Lin Qiye pushed up his monocle:
The method to awaken the Holy Grail is quite simple... a hot dance full of masculine charm.
All proxies: (??)?? ??
A hot dance?
The Holy Grail enjoys male beauty. Only a masculine, passionate dance full of masculine charm can please it to the greatest extent, making it emerge from hiding.
Lin Qiye stated with a straight face.
The proxies stood frozen in disbelief.
Myles, you're not joking, are you? Someone among the proxies spoke disbelievingly.
I'm not joking. What I saw in the prophecy was exactly this. Lin Qiye's expression was utterly serious,
I saw you all dancing passionately by the parched oasis, and then the Holy Grail rose from the dark cavern, fulfilling your wishes...
I know this sounds ridiculous, but I'm telling the truth.
I, Myles, swear on the name of the God of Magic!
Looking at Lin Qiye's solemn expression, all the proxies fell silent simultaneously.
Although they found this whole thing absurd, everything Lin Qiye had done on this journey had completely earned their trust. He had no reason to lie to them about this.
...Understood. Pakash paused. What should we do?
Strip off all your upper garments and surround the oasis.
Once Lin Qiye's words fell, the proxies hesitated briefly before complying. They removed their clothes one by one, revealing muscular physiques, and walked directly toward the dry lakebed.
Lin Qiye didn't undress. He stood in place, watching as the crowd obediently walked toward the lakebed, a hint of a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.
This was, of course, nowhere near where the Holy Grail was kept. Lin Qiye had never found any information about the Holy Grail, let alone any ridiculous prophecy art...
This was merely the sleeping place of that wine god's flask that enjoyed male beauty.
Where the Holy Grail actually was held, Lin Qiye felt no curiosity about. Only by obtaining the Star Coins could one have a chance to control the entire King's Treasury. And to draw out the Star Coins required vast amounts of negative emotions.
Now, the stage was set, the groundwork laid, the tools for producing negative emotions were in position—all that was missing was a spark to ignite everything.
Lin Qiye walked to a corner of the oasis. A faint magical glow flickered beneath his feet, summoning a poodle in a tuxedo that vanished instantly into the withered forest.
After finishing this, Lin Qiye returned to the dry lakebed.
At this point, all the proxies had stripped off their upper bodies, surrounding the lakebed, their eyes occasionally scanning each other, their gazes deep with suspicion and fear.
We're ready. Pakash spoke.
Lin Qiye hummed. Begin dancing.
The cold wind brushed past the dead oasis. Everyone exchanged glances, asking awkwardly: We really have to dance? How do we dance?
Follow my rhythm. Everything else is up to you. Lin Qiye said solemnly. Remember, the key is to showcase your masculine charm!
Of course, Lin Qiye couldn't possibly replicate the idol trainees' dance moves from that day. After all, that kind of thing was too embarrassing... If he really danced today, it would probably become a life stain no less humiliating than Asaba Shinoya's past as the top host.
The proxies gritted their teeth, as if they had resigned themselves to their fate, and nodded heavily.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, mimicking the rhythm of those tough guys' dancing—
Hey—!!
The proxies shuddered, steeling themselves to begin awkwardly contorting their bodies.
Dark night, howling wind, yellow sand swirling.
By the parched oasis, nearly twenty divine proxies, bare-chested, began their bizarre dance.
Lin Qiye's lips twitched slightly. He suppressed the urge to laugh. Behind his back, his fingers rubbed together, igniting a magical glow that conjured a flame from thin air.
Dancing was, of course, not the key to summoning the wine god's flask... Fire was.
Of course, this was something he would never reveal to these proxies.
As the flame caught, the parched earth suddenly quaked!
The proxies awkwardly dancing nearby saw this and their eyes all lit up simultaneously.
It actually works!! Myles wasn't lying to us!!
The proxies saw a faint golden gleam rising from the black cavern. In that moment, seemingly forgetting their shame, they unconsciously increased the amplitude of their movements.
A moment later, a golden glow shot up into the night sky.
It's the Holy Grail! Lin Qiye called out at the perfect moment.
Everyone looked up at that golden shadow, their eyes flickering intensely—greed, hesitation, cruelty, resolve... In an instant, expressions varied wildly.
At the same time, in the corner of the oasis, a poodle in a tuxedo suddenly stood up on its hind legs!
A faint light flickered through its eyes.
Among the proxies surrounding the lakebed, one Boundless-realm proxy felt his vision blur. Night, desert, oasis, Holy Grail—all had vanished.
Only a giant poodle standing hundreds of meters tall remained, raising its front paw and slamming it down toward the top of his head!
Dream Crossing!
Trapped in a dream disguised as reality, that proxy was greatly alarmed. Instinctively, he channeled all his spiritual power, striking at the poodle above his head!
In the real world, the other proxies only saw a violent spiritual fluctuation ripple outward. Then, a figure suddenly thrust his hand upward, grabbing at the golden Holy Grail above.
The already tense situation was ignited by this sudden move!
Just as Myles said—everyone wants to seize the Holy Grail, trading others' lives for their own!
This thought flashed simultaneously through everyone's minds. Then, their expressions turned murderous. Following that figure's lead, they reached desperately for the sky.
No one wanted to become the sacrifice. They only wanted to be the final victor who sacrificed others.
In an instant, nearly twenty completely different God's Ruins erupted!