If I were to make even a small misstep, I would beco a Fallen Demon Hunter.
Just thinking about this, the illusion seed no longer rely a false dream, but possessed a strange reality. It was as if it transferred to another parallel world, letting experience the possibilities of myself in this world.
However, perhaps this is also what Yinyue intended to make misunderstand. This should rely be an attempt to make believe it is real. Once I believe it to be real, I probably really wouldn’t be able to escape.
Could it be that Yinyue has read my mories? Or did she simply plant a false seed within my consciousness, and this illusion was automatically woven from my mories?
The "background setting mory" that suddenly appeared in my mind was not particularly clear either. At first glance, it seed to have a complete chain of events, but I couldn’t recall the specific details. It was like a long and seldom used English word, where I could only rember the first letter and the length of the word when I needed to use it, it even seed I could vaguely recall one or two letters in the middle, but ultimately I couldn’t write it down completely.
"Don’t think you can escape this ti, Zhuang Cheng. I have sealed your superpowers."
Zhu Shi spoke as she walked toward .
"Do you have any last words?" she asked.
My superpowers are sealed—Is this the setting of the illusion that I can’t use my superpower? While contemplating, I didn’t respond. Treating the people within the illusion as real beings and interacting with them might unconsciously lead to acknowledge their reality. This was undeniably a dangerous inclination.
"...I see. You have nothing to say..."
Zhu Shi first fell silent, then wielded the Yama Sword, charging at with a lightning-fast thrust and slash.
I, unable to use my superpower, naturally had no chance to evade this attack. To the real , Zhu Shi was rely a Residence Level Evil; but to ordinary people, a Residence Level was already equivalent to a humanoid self-propelled battle tank. Even describing as a "humanoid self-propelled battle tank" seed an understatent.
Zhu Shi could move at speeds up to two or three hundred kiloters per hour, and a slash combined with the power of Buzhou Mountain could destroy any substance in this world. The bodily enhancents from Yama Sword and Mana defense endowed her with a Vajra Body that could even block bullets. Close-up she had her bladed attacks, and from a distance, her Sword Qi. The smallest flaw would be discovered by her, and even if there were no flaws, she would forcefully create them.
Perhaps she didn’t seem impressive beside , but in reality, she alone was an "Extraordinary Strongman" capable of overturning the governnt of a small country.
With this sword blow, not to ntion this frail body, even wrapping it with layers of alloy armor would only result in it being torn apart like paper. In the blink of an eye, I felt an intense pain burst forth. The sword light tore my body apart from the chest. My vision spun, my mangled body fell to the ground, and blood spread around.
"I’m sorry, Zhuang Cheng..."
I heard Zhu Shi’s muttering next to my ear.
This strike wasn’t just simply severing my flesh. Since it was an attack launched by Zhu Shi, it likely also tore apart my spirit. And it probably hit so flaw or gap in my spirit, causing maximized damage.
Therefore, the pain did not last long; my vision quickly subrged into darkness.
—I died.
I don’t think this illusion is just about making endure a nightmare. Indeed, Yinyue couldn’t create a real space-ti to trap inside, but as a demon capable of "turning illusions into reality," the illusion she created, although objectively false, is likely to possess reality at least for . I must be ntally prepared for this—that what happens here will largely reflect real outcos on .
Since she couldn’t kill in the real world, she created a world where she could.
I could only resist this deadly experience with all my will.
That being said, to be looked at with such sorrowful eyes by Zhu Shi and to be killed by her, it was indeed very distressing. Especially thinking that this "could truly happen," made feel utterly cold.
I felt like I was sinking into a dark abyss, unable to distinguish between myself and the darkness, as if my personality was dissolving into the darkness, and the negative thoughts erging from the bottom of my heart seed to be fostering this tendency. I imdiately realized that I should not continue thinking in that direction. To prevent the dissolution of self, it’s best to focus entirely on how to break through the illusion. The problem is, I currently have no direction for breaking through.
No, wait...I do have a direction.
That is Yinyue herself—her real-world self must currently be in an unyielding combustion state. In other words, my flas are intertwined around her. Using this fla as a beacon, I can return to the real world.
Perhaps this is why she must block my superpowers. Once I can connect with the flas of the real world, an illusion of this level cannot confine .
I must re-establish that connection. Even if masked by illusions, I should still have a chance to accomplish it. Because my spirit is my fla, and the illusions covering my spirit are likely being constantly shattered. Yinyue has to repeatedly apply the illusion, and there might be breaches that I could exploit.
Suddenly, I seed to have arrived in an expansive space, and my vision brightened. It seed that the previous experience of death did not succeed in killing ; I was brought to the next illusion.
I felt as though half of my life had been stripped away, my body cold to the core, my consciousness muddled, and my thoughts extrely stiff and numb. After two seconds, I realized I should maybe look around. When I raised my head, the scene before rendered bewildered. An endless glacier stretched out before my eyes.
It turned out that my body was so cold because I had been transferred to a land of extre cold.
And Mazao stood before .
Despite the icy snow, she still wore her familiar attire. A black printed hoodie and short skirt, along with black cotton tights and short Martin boots.
Her right hand held an Illusionary Curved Blade, and the red GPS bracelet on her left wrist had vanished.
"Zhuang Cheng, do you look forward to Doomsday?" she asked.
Her words pierced through my mind like lightning, "reminding" of many things—
After the battle at the old base of the Human Bureau, Mazao and I went through many events to prevent the advent of Doomsday; countless accidents, countless battles, countless adventures... We even defeated Impermanence, defeated the Great Demon, and crushed the Naraku originating from Luo Mountain. During this process, we also collected a large number of Divine Seal Fragnts.
Finally, to obtain the complete divine seal, we ca to the "Land of Origin" — the Arctic.
The previous Master of Divine Seal had made a wish here that had inadvertently split the world in two.
Yet, in our past cooperation, Mazao had also learned of my true desire.
—I look forward to Doomsday.
"Zhuang Cheng, I want to save the world..." Mazao said with a trembling voice, "So, so... I must fight you."
This scene was precisely the grim scenario I least wanted to face. Even if it were an illusion, I didn’t want to see Mazao with such an expression. I subconsciously stepped back, and just then, the glacier under my feet cracked.
The abyss opened up beneath , swallowing , and then I plumted into the sea.
Contrary to what many might imagine, even falling onto the "soft" surface of the sea, if one falls from a great height in an improper posture, one still has to endure a trendous impact. Frankly speaking, it’s not much different from falling onto a concrete surface. Such an impact can be enough to break bones or even cause death.
I felt like all my bones had shattered, and I couldn’t muster any strength to struggle. The Arctic water was bone-piercingly cold, almost causing to go into shock from the rapid hypothermia. I instinctively opened my mouth to breathe but the extrely salty seawater surged into my mouth and throat. My reflex was to cough it out, which only plunged into more excruciating suffocation.
Compared to Yinyue’s "Death Decree," compared to Zhu Shi’s soul-severing strike, this experience of drowning at sea brought a much deeper shadow of death. Perhaps this ti I was really going to die. I couldn’t see anything, hear anything; weakness, cold, pain, suffocation, and other negative experiences filled almost all my consciousness. I had to rescue myself quickly, but I couldn’t even distinguish up from down, left from right.
But I had not forgotten what I was supposed to do.
Yes, now I was in trendous pain, extrely cold, but so what? Yinyue must also be within the burning of my flas. The pain I was experiencing reflected her impatience. I needed to connect to the fla she was burning with, which belonged to , and break free from this illusion.
The reason I couldn’t perceive the fla now was undoubtedly because the illusions had clouded my spirit, or it could be said that my connection with the fla was not strong enough. If that was the case, then I had to beco stronger. Pain, injuries, and even the risk of death could stimulate , unleashing more power. Thus, the current shadow of death was actually an opportunity for .
Being regarded and pursued in such a manner by Zhu Shi and Mazao, being killed by them, truly saddened from the bottom of my heart, but what of it? If these were the adverse results that might appear on the path I chose, then I would accept them calmly.
I would not turn back, not regret, nor despair.
It was just dying once or twice, as if I’d give up because of it, no way.
In the boundless darkness, at the edge of my vision, a faint glimr of firelight seed to appear, and I reached out my hand towards it.
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