Boboli, inside the Lost Illusion Company, stared incredulously at the image on the energy curtain ahead.
The trial hell he himself had designed had now become the designer’s own instrument of torture.
Seeing the young man’s expression, the people around Boboli involuntarily moved closer, wanting to comfort him, wanting to say something, but finding it hard to speak.
Huan Bao’er stood quietly not far behind Boboli, her gaze fixed on his slightly trembling back.
Bang! In the image, Yang Zicang’s spear thrust past the young man and struck a vertical rock. The opponent seemed to have suddenly awakened a keener and more streamlined fighting style; a mere slight shift rendered all of Yang Zicang’s attacks null.
In the front hall of the Demon Throat Temple.
Thanks to the Five-Ring Traveler bloodline, even without fully awakening his bloodline ring, Hong Haocheng was much faster at replicating others’ trajectories—especially those whose maps overlapped with his own!
Yang Zicang’s travels on Earth largely overlapped with his own, with Xufei’s, and with Julia’s; in this world, they overlapped with the Earthbound Spirit of the 11th City and with Morri’s!
Yang Zicang’s life trajectory was quickly completely seized by Hong Haocheng.
–I said it was a misunderstanding—you definitely won’t believe me. But it doesn’t matter. The world is vast and time is long—come, follow my footsteps.-
The young man stared at the furious demon-like youth before him, a barbed claw appearing in his hand—five seconds remained until all attacks would become ineffective.
The spear flickered wildly as Yang Zicang attacked him like a madman.
[Life Replay.]
Hong Haocheng drifted unpredictably, each step seemingly straying beyond Yang Zicang’s trajectory.
–Without a map, there is no direction. The steps of life are like brushstrokes wandering back and forth across such a blueprint.-
The path Yang Zicang had walked forged a momentum—the moment he made a decision, its trajectory had already been seen by Hong Haocheng.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Spear shadows flashed; flames roared.
–A confused man is like a headless fly.-
The silver-white quadrilateral’s light rippled outward like shimmering waves, yet had no effect on the figure enveloped in the red tide ahead.
–Five seconds are up.-
Under the tense gazes of everyone, a twisted droplet of energy materialized on Hong Haocheng.
Hong Haocheng looked at Yang Zicang, then at everyone else present. Behind each person floated a trajectory.
They all took a step back in unison.
Yang Zicang locked his gaze onto this man who could no longer be harmed, as if etching his form, the contours of his face, and even the position of every pore into his memory.
The young man walked forward step by step and picked up his weapon.
–I’ve been recognized by a Councilor, and I’m about to head to the Fate Trajectory… I’m sorry… Captain Yang.-
Hong Haocheng vanished where he stood.
{Sekberd’s Rock Gate has absorbed one co-frequency –Co-frequency Gaze Entity-.}
{There are 4 –Listen Gaze Entities- remaining before the Resister becomes complete.}
These eyeballs reappeared after a brief explosion that damaged them.
The ape-man monster broke free from the long sword’s thrust and wildly attacked those affected by the whispering eyeballs.
Yang Zicang turned, and the long spear in his hand shot out with a bang, pinning it to the wall.
[I gained 1000N.]
Flames blazed on his body.
[When the time limit is reached, I will proceed to the fate of a new world.]
Yang Zicang looked indifferently at the people around him.
Many had already used their talons, and no one dared to risk whether Yang Zicang would go berserk.
Cheng Yunze supported Ning Jiajia as she leaned against the black stone wall, with the Moon Angel in front, on constant guard.
A few meters from the stone wall, Zhao Yun, who had been leaning against it, had already controlled Zijun Jun to retrieve the little girl from the stone coffin. The two little bees were now constantly shuttling back and forth between the little zombie Diudiu and Yang Zicang’s pocket; like telekinetic entities, they were extremely fast and almost unnoticed.
Diudiu’s emotions gradually calmed down, which made Zhao Yun breathe a sigh of relief—the little girl’s humanity hadn’t completely collapsed.
–Stop crying. Come with me from now on.-
The little girl, covered in blood, was heartbroken.
–Bad guys… they’re all… the bad guys my sister told me about… wuwu…-
Diudiu, nestled in Zilong Jun’s palm, gazed at Yang Zicang in the distance. At this moment, the young man walked over to the bodies of Morri and Julia. Their hands were still tightly clasped together.
He then picked up the craft statue that had belonged to Julia.
–This is Sister Julia’s doll… whenever she was sad, she would hold it in her arms… and she would tell me stories.– The little girl—neither human nor belonging to the Enightmare—sobbed as she looked over and spoke.
Yang Zicang nodded. He approached the little girl. Ziyun Jun’s greatly shrunken figure enveloped her, watching Yang Zicang warily.
–I hope you won’t treat her as a weap—–
–No need to say more.– Zhao Yun limped over.
Yang Zicang handed the statue to the small-fanged girl. Diudiu snatched the little statue—or rather, the little toy crafted from art.
Her face regained some of its childish fairness, and certain bloodstains on her body emitted a peculiar energy fluctuation.
That probably came from Hong Haocheng.
……
{Seckboard’s Rock Gate has absorbed one co-frequency –Co-frequency Observing Entity.–}
{The Resister still needs three –Listening Observing Entities– to become complete.}
–The Resister is about to mature.–
Everyone knew full well that the strength of a mature Resister was not something ordinary people could handle. Some had already regretted entering.
–If I’d known we’d have to fight the Resister in the end, I never would have come in. What a waste of my five barbs.–
–Who told you not to listen to the news? Obviously, someone has already found information about the final monster in those sixth-color rooms.-
–Great Zicang can take it down, right?-
–That thing can only be fought by those with over ten thousand Chronos. To win the competition, you’d definitely have to send a few people onto a new destiny path.-
They thought, perhaps this was the –conspiracy- of the Demon Hero Hall’s designer. Everyone’s look at Yang Zicang already carried strange emotions: this guy probably planned to –disappear- long ago, so before leaving, he was getting some –benefits- for everyone?
Yang Zicang had no idea what these people were thinking and silently criticizing him in their minds.
Some people were already planning to leave quickly. With Yang Zicang, who had broken the ten-thousand-Chronos limit, around, the Defender was no longer their concern. Instead, they should avoid catching its eye, so as not to become its target.
–Mr. Yang Zicang. Hello, my name is Li Wei.-
At the edge of the great hall, a middle-aged woman in gray sportswear walked over.
–I sympathize with Mr. Morri’s ordeal, but in this world, life is so unpredictable. My condolences.-
–Hello, thank you.-
Yang Zicang glanced at her and replied casually.
In the city, such a combination of attire and age was common. Some people deliberately concealed their youthful looks.
He began contacting Robin Lo to find out any information that had surfaced about the Defender.
This is the last enemy. Once I take down this terrifying demon hiding deep within the Hall of Demon Heroes, I’ll be rewarded and move on to a new path of destiny — this must be done, because that person must die by my own hand.
At this moment, Yang Zicang had already released the seal of Chronos; he wasn’t worried about anyone attacking him. The only regret, as this woman had said, was that in the end he still failed to save Morri, the one who would change the future.
–I can help you preserve the bodies of these two, if you’re willing.-
–What is your ability?- Yang Zicang finally gave her a proper look.
–It’s [Preservation Expert]. I can preserve certain items in a fresh state. For instance, by investing Chronos, I can keep an apple fresh for years without decay. I once stored beast carcasses from the Cross Land, and they were still fresh months later.-
As she spoke, Li Muwei pulled out a cloth bag, and a red zigzag line flashed in her hand, causing the large bag to emit a red phantom. She tossed an ability sphere onto it and gestured with an open hand, indicating that he could sense this object.
Shao Min walked over, crouched down, and sensed the information contained within.
Several people from headquarters also came over and touched it, all confirming there was no danger.
[I can use the ‘Preservation Expert’ ability once.]
[For every 2R Chronos invested, it can preserve for 1 day, with extendable duration.]
Yang Zicang’s heart stirred with renewed hope.
Despite this bizarre world, Yang Zicang still held a sliver of hope. Though he didn’t know if it truly existed, he wanted a chance to possibly resurrect that foreign friend who had sacrificed himself to save Yang Zicang’s life.
–Put them together.- Cheng Yunze’s voice came from the side. –Take this stone coffin to house them. Once you control it, it can vanish and reappear just like your gun. With your mental strength, it shouldn’t take long.-
–You’re willing to give it to me?-
–I greatly admired Morri himself, but we both have our own goals. When only one choice can be made at a time, I had no better option. Consider this stone coffin as my gift to him.-
Yang Zicang’s cold eyes fell on the face of the chief of this hostile city.
Cheng Yunze’s gaze was unabashed, meeting Yang Zicang’s eyes squarely.
–Don’t forget, my friend also died in this battle. Actually, like you, without that friend’s concession, I wouldn’t have my current strength.-
Yang Zicang, who was burning with anger, inexplicably felt his rage subside a little.
–Thank you.-
……
Lost Illusion Company.
Inside the vintage conference hall, like a cocktail party.
Huan Bao’er watched Boboli sitting on the ground, the young man groaning painfully from his throat.
Suddenly, from the ring on his chest, three silk threads burst forth.
A strange glint flashed in Huan Bao’er’s eyes. Everyone’s gaze trembled, and whispers arose.
–Ugh!!!-
The young man’s throat was filled with an angry cry of unwillingness and sorrow.
–Up-Freq!-
–Quadrilateral! Officer Boboli has become a quadrilateral through his own spiritual power!-
–So this is… the Magic Hero Hall…-
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