Chapter 64: Supre Masterpiece
Just as all the forces in Hai City fell into a temporary silence because of this brutal slaughter.
Hai City, by the river, an old gallery that had been abandoned for many years.
This place was damp and dilapidated, the air perated with a moldy stench.
But for 【Painter】 Mo Fan, this was the holy sanctuary he used to create a “Supre Masterpiece”.
Ever since escaping from the Bureau 869 base that day, Mo Fan had completely lost hope in this world.
The hypocrisy of the authorities, the greed of capital, the mutual slaughter among players……
In his eyes, all of these were filthy, unbearable graffiti, the most extre blasphemy against the word “beauty”.
He decided to use his own life to paint a “Supre Masterpiece” powerful enough to overturn everything.
He wanted to paint that existence.
That true “god” who toyed with all of them in the palm of their hand!
Although he did not know what the “god” looked like, nor even whether the “god” was male or female.
But he could feel that the “god” was there, sowhere, watching their ridiculous performance with an indifferent yet faintly amused gaze.
He found an unprecedentedly huge canvas, almost covering the entire floor of the gallery.
The bloody storms outside, the official manhunt, the deaths of players…… he no longer cared about any of it
He entered a near-maddened state of creation, without sleep or rest, without food or drink.
He poured his vitality, spirit, understanding of the world, and hatred for it, all into the tip of his brush.
His pignts were mixed with his own blood;
His brushstrokes burned with his soul.
As the painting gradually took shape, the entire gallery began to be perated by an ominous aura.
From the damp walls, dark-red viscous liquid began to seep out, like flowing blood.
In the air, indistinct murmurs began to sound, as if countless voices were whispering by his ears.
And on the canvas, the outline of that unspeakable, twisted, and terrifying demonic god was slowly erging.
It was an existence that could not be described with any language.
It seed to possess countless faces, each face representing an extre emotion—ecstasy, sorrow, rage, despair……
It also seed to possess countless arms, each arm holding an object symbolizing authority—a scepter, blades, a balance, an hourglass……
Its body was composed of countless twisted geotric figures and incomprehensible symbols; rely taking a single look at it was enough to drive a normal person insane.
Mo Fan’s body had already beco skin and bones, his eyes sunken and bloodshot, yet within them burned an almost deranged fla.
He knew that he was about to die.
But he did not care.
He would use his life to complete this greatest art.
He would display the true visage of “god” before this filthy world!
……
Yun Ge was watching with great interest the light point on the light screen that represented Mo Fan.
That light point was burning at an astonishing speed, while at the sa ti emitting a chaotic and powerful energy fluctuation.
“Oh?”
A truly interested expression finally appeared on Yun Ge’s face. “Actually…… trying to paint ?”
He could sense that Mo Fan was peering into his essence through so thod he could not understand.
Although this peering was vague, distorted, and filled with personal subjective conjecture.
There was no doubt that Mo Fan was approaching an extrely dangerous truth.
“Worthy indeed of being…… the artist I personally selected.”
The corner of Yun Ge’s mouth curled into a playful smile.
“Then, let see……”
“What kind of ‘god’ you can paint.”
He was very much looking forward to what kind of “surprise” this painting would bring to this boring world once it was completed.
Hai City, Transcendent Affairs Administration Bureau base, inside a soundproof detention cell.
The heavy alloy door slowly opened, and Chen Mo walked in with an expressionless face.
At the center of the cell, 【Singer】 ng Chao was firmly bound to a chair by dozens of thick alloy chains, her mouth stuffed with a specially made gag to prevent her from releasing those destructive sound waves again.
Upon seeing Chen Mo, ng Chao’s eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins. She struggled frantically, her throat emitting muffled “wuwu” roars.
Chen Mo walked up to ng Chao and looked at her, his gaze complicated.
“Within the 【Radiance】 faction, only you and Mo Fan remain.”
Chen Mo’s voice was calm, carrying a trace of trembling. “And Mo Fan will soon be found as well.”
“You have already lost.”
ng Chao’s struggles beca even more violent, her eyes filled with unwillingness and venomous hatred.
“No need to look at like that.”
“If you want to bla soone, then bla that god who treats you as ants and toys with you at will.”
After saying this, Chen Mo turned around and walked out.
Behind him, the alloy door slowly closed.
Imdiately after, a white gas poured into the cell from all directions.
ng Chao’s struggles gradually ceased, and the light in her eyes dimd accordingly.
【Radiance】 faction player 【Singer】 confird deceased.
【Current remaining players: 【Radiance】 1 person, 【Shadow】 4 people】
……
At the sa ti, inside the biological laboratory of Bureau 869, Wang Jingyi was wearing a white lab coat, engaged in an intense discussion with a group of the nation’s top biologists.
“This isn’t scientific!”
A white-haired elderly professor looked at the analysis report in his hands and said excitedly, “Its molecular structure is just the most ordinary H2O! There is nothing special about it at all!”
“But it truly possesses miraculous effects of healing wounds, even regenerating severed limbs!” another expert retorted.
“We tried every thod—changing temperature, pressure, adding various catalysts…… yet we still can’t reproduce the potion Miss Wang created!”
Wang Jingyi adjusted her glasses and calmly looked at the group of scientists who had descended into frenzy.
She knew that these scientists would never reach a conclusion, because transcendent power itself surpassed the domain of science.
She could turn ordinary water into a transcendent potion not because she changed the molecular structure of the water, but because “god” had bestowed upon her this “authority”.
……
Hai City, by the river.
Inside the dilapidated gallery, Mo Fan’s creation was already nearing its end.
He had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights.
His body was completely exhausted, but his spirit had reached an unprecedented state of exhilaration.
He could feel that the “god” within the painting was gradually awakening.
It was a gigantic existence beyond description, its aura causing the entire gallery to begin twisting and warping.
The viscous liquid seeping from the walls was no longer dark red, but had turned into a thick black substance, emitting a nauseating, fetid stench.
The murmurs in the air also beca clearer and louder, as if countless voices were whispering by his ears, praising the “god” that was about to descend within the painting.
An eerie yet satisfied smile appeared on Mo Fan’s face.
He knew that he had succeeded.
He would use his life to present this world with a grand “gift”!
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