Capítulo 995: Chapter 974: Ga
Clap, clap, clap
The sound of the boy’s bare feet on the ground,
as ordinary as it could be, yet the only sound within the palace.
He walked straight up to Kim, not granting malice like a gift to Yu Ze, but engaging in ordinary, human-form conversation:
“Has the collection of the remains been completed?”
“All the remains have been stored in the Central Prison, but the brain part was obtained by soone and is active inside the prison.
The rest of the remains are stored in the [Collection Area].
Currently, the Central Prison has been turned into a ga scenario by the Moon God with certain ans, related perception is hindered, spatial transfer is restricted, and even the prison structure itself is scrambled.
If you need, I can go and behead the Moon God now.”
“You did well.”
The little boy gently reached out, seemingly to personally deal with this Moon God.
Snap! He snapped his fingers.
Strands of deep red, like high-dinsional threads, began to spread upwards,
breaking through the palace, penetrating the prison, attempting to completely destroy the [Moon God Ga] shrouding the prison.
The high and mighty true form of the Moon God, however, had long been prepared.
Of course,
His preparation was naturally not to counter the deep red, but to present a grand gift.
This ga certainly could not continue,
The Moon God would use the ga manager’s authority to directly open the passage to the collection room, presenting this grand gift to the deep red.
As for this seemingly disturbative final ga of descent,
its essence was actually a “prelude to birth.”
The death of death row inmates,
the release of malice,
the transfer of the perfect bride,
were all for the early arrival of this mont,
this was the grand gift the Moon God intended to offer to the deep red, an offering of allegiance.
However,
just as the true form of the Moon God was about to cast down moonlight to project the passage leading to the Collection Area,
the pale moonlight was unexpectedly blocked outside the prison,
unknown when the entire Central Prison had been enveloped by a coarse burlap sack, various forms of question marks covering its surface.
At the sa ti,
on the surface of the Moon,
a man with flowing green hair and a handso face stood with his hands in his pockets at the highest point.
An ancient and simple throne existed behind him.
Mr. Question Mark had completed the ascent of the [Narrator Path], reaching the uppermost throne that belonged to him.
The question mark structure engraved on the back of the chair, difficult to trace back to historical origins, seed to have existed since Ancient Tis, always waiting for his arrival.
His ga could be conducted in a higher dinsion,
his vision beca broader.
“Lady Lunar, I think since we’ve started the ga, we should let it end normally.
I can understand your stance, after all, this deep red is difficult for even the world’s essence to bear.
But if we could have a good ga before the eve of death, it would be nice.
What do you say?
I, Theo Kobert, request your continued assistance here. Of course, if you find it botherso, you can transfer all control to .
My ga must go on until the last mont; soone must win the final championship, even if that champion doesn’t belong to our side.
Of course,
my words also carry a sense of threat.
If you adamantly favor the deep red, I do not advise playing a ga of managers with you.
However, I still prefer collaboration with you. After all, the previous ga went well, an honor indeed.”
Mr. Question Mark deliberately perford a gentleman’s bow, sincerely requesting, throwing the Moon God into brief silence.
The face of the Moon no longer smiled, all the Moon pits retracted, gradually losing their luster, and all related permissions transferred.
Deep within the Moon,
a princess entirely covered with worms, dwelled in her own stone-walled hut.
A rare smile hung on her face, a dagger in her hand.
She was now completely reduced to a spectator, and if the expulsion against the deep red failed, she would commit suicide at the first opportunity.
She originally did not want this,
but the man in front of her was genuinely interesting, this intrigue just in a mont surpassed instinct.
…
Inside the warehouse,
the Deep Red is spreading outward, breaking through the Central Prison and reaching the periter. However, the pervasive Deep Red suddenly halts as the situation outside is sowhat different.
The Moon Death Star that should have surrounded the area, shockingly, there isn’t a single one.
Has the Moon God retreated?
No…
The little boy, taking advantage of the seeping Deep Red, discovered the issue. The stars shining in the deep space could form various kinds of [ ? ].
His Deep Red hasn’t completely seeped out; it’s shrouded within a layer of disguised cosmos.
“This ga isn’t solely managed by Lunar.
Lunar utilized the Dead Stars accumulated over a long ti, responsible for providing a stable magnetic field to ensure stability.
Additionally, another narrator perfectly utilized the stable magnetic field to create [ga scenes].
The collaborative effect of the two is beyond imagination, even to so extent more effective than the Prison Director’s sealing ans.
Because I descended directly between scenes, marked with a [ ? ] structure upon birth. It’s challenging to break through with just Initial Descent, which truly surprises .
I initially thought that Moon would actively welco my arrival.”
Kim was astonished upon hearing this: “How is that possible? Do you need to handle it?”
The boy continues to evaluate in a human tone: “It’s fascinating, more interesting than my last descent. Since the other side is keen on playing gas, let’s play along.
Not sure if a biological template from here has been applied, but now I’m quite interested in the concept of ‘gas’. With the ready-made ga set before , let’s enjoy it.
Win the victory, then I’ll personally deal with the Moon God and Mr. Question Mark.”
At an unknown ti,
on the surface of the bag shrouding the Central Prison, a Question Mark was stained red.
Cough, cough, cough!
Standing on the surface of the Moon, Mr. Question Mark began violently coughing, with blood almost jetting from his mouth.
In a critical mont,
a large number of worms appeared in succession, consuming themselves to fill all the stained Question Mark, dyeing it back to white.
Blocking the seepage of Deep Red, Mr. Question Mark managed to ease himself,
he supported his body with a ? structure cane, softly saying: “Thank you.”
Following that,
a ga notification spread throughout the Central Prison, received by every surviving player.
≮ Due to the arrival of an abnormal invader, severely affecting the balance of the ga, the related rules have been changed. All surviving current players please note, the rules concerning ‘duel’ are temporarily canceled,
all players are to prioritize targeting [Zero Death Row Inmate], appearing as a red-haired little boy.
Eliminate this target to achieve direct victory in this ga and win the final grand prize. ≯
…
Within the narrow corridor.
The blonde youth walked ahead, closely followed by Wu Wen.
Upon receiving the relevant news, Wu Wen’s steps instantly halted, cold sweat slid along her temple. Whereas Lebeite walking ahead did not pause in the slightest, his expression exceptionally resolute.
Wu Wen rapidly analyzed the current situation,
“Has Deep Red already descended… yet the ga is still ongoing. Could it be that Mr. Question Mark has completed an Upper Position upgrade, even possibly replaced the Moon God’s authority?
But this isn’t the primary reason,
The ga’s existence might indirectly indicate that the ‘Deep Red’ descended isn’t complete, at a level we can confront.
Perhaps there truly is a chance.
Even if unable to kill it, expulsion might be possible, maybe buying several decades or hundreds of years. As long as there’s ti for developnt, we still have a chance.”
Yet ahead, Lebeite softly urged: “Let’s go, Miss Wu. Father is ready over there, we can join him at any ti.”
…
In the n’s restroom.
The Shop Owner, who has stayed here since the ga began, finally finished washing his hands, deeply exhaled a breath, tidying up his appearance and attire.
Taking a special pill cald his trembling hands.
“Pretty impressive, being able to snatch control from the Moon God’s hands and sustain the ga’s progression. Perhaps there truly is a chance… It’s really not easy to create peacefully.”
…
Prisoner’s Dormitory.
Amidst the mist inside the washroom,
a man whose face couldn’t be discerned was here washing his body, sotis humming a tune, sotis reaching to scratch the Vortex structure on the neck.
Originally sowhat agitated, upon hearing the news of the Deep Red’s descent, he appeared extrely cheerful.
Although the ongoing [ga] surprised him, having once seen the Deep Red, he was very well aware that this ga would soon end.
Individuals here cannot possibly block the Deep Red, everything is rely in vain.
“Ah… Finally, it’s about to close the conclusion on boredom. I can finally escape this utterly tedious world and dream towards higher planes.
Then, I can observe different universes from a higher perspective, head to, and engage with that ideal world stuffed with Exotic Demons and filled with unknowns and dreams.
I’ll be able to communicate with dream entities of similar types and sell my dreams to them.
I should wash thoroughly and put on my best suit to embrace the arrival of this mont.”
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