The first mont they t.
Mr. Goodman fully expanded his perception field,
utilizing all the detectors from the Black Mountain Base to focus on Han Dong, who was in the center of the pool, for a comprehensive analysis, completing a personal model within seconds.
The result left Goodman extrely shocked,
"Han Dong, have you not constructed your throne yet?
I thought you were waiting here actively because you had completed the final coronation and could face in a direct battle... but it turns out you are still just a [Pseudo-King].
Even if you occupy such a special environntal advantage, what use is it?"
Sitting in the center of the pond, Han Dong, unhurriedly continued to absorb nutrients from the depths, smiling as he responded: "Indeed, a [geographical advantage] like this is of little concern to a strong opponent like you.
Moreover, I myself don’t have much confidence, with an eighty to ninety percent chance of being killed.
However,
I still have a ten to twenty percent chance, so I decided to give it a try."
If it were their first eting, Goodman might have considered Han Dong a foolish person.
But having experienced the previous situation, Goodman had no doubt... this young man was serious about confronting him alone as a pseudo-king.
The [Black Mountain Base] had already started full operations.
Goodman tightly gripped the ’Physics Saint Sword’—a crowbar in his hand.
"Hmm, let’s begin! This ti I will take you seriously."
He had no more reservations, no more thoughts of material recovery,
for today’s eting, Goodman’s Black Mountain Base had even researched a repair device specifically targeting Han Dong. Even if Han Dong were smashed into pieces, and his soul completely shattered, as long as he was collected in the repair device in the first instance, he could still obtain a complete corpse.
In an instant,
Goodman simulated the entire process of killing Han Dong in his mind.
As he had the intention to ’get close’,
the Black Mountain Base imdiately adjusted the "Moving Speed" to the maximum, which could also be called "Super God Speed."
Buzz!
In a blink,
Goodman closed the distance of hundreds of ters from the sky, appearing directly in front of Han Dong... his shoes maintaining a 1 cm distance from the surface of the pool, instinctively avoiding contact with the chaotic paratric fluid.
The two were only half a ter apart, completely within effective attack range.
In Goodman’s vision, he could even see ’thousands of’ possible counteractions Han Dong might take in response to the crowbar swing, naturally leading to the most effective way to strike it down.
Through simulated calculations, there’s over a 50% chance of one-hit kill.
Raising the crowbar high,
just as Goodman was about to strike downward,
the cross-legged, head-down Han Dong, displayed a weird grey smile on his face.
This seemingly ordinary smile,
however, parsed out a mass of abnormal data in Goodman’s mind, causing the personal simulation on Han Dong to completely disrupt.
Too much chaos, too abnormal.
Buzz!
The raised crowbar did not descend,
Instead, he chose to step back, exiting the pool.
At the sa ti,
Han Dong also changed his cross-legged posture, slowly rising to his feet.
"It seems you are still cautious, or rather, your brain system is quite cautious... Mr. Goodman, I believe you have been waiting for a long ti and are well-prepared for our reunion.
After all,
In the multitude of worlds, only you and I can truly comprehend the perfection of the Book of Dead Spirit.
If it were to end with just one hit like a mont ago, it would be too uninteresting.
Let us perform an ultimate theatrical drama together, shall we?"
Han Dong perford a very elegant ceremonial gesture.
White lotuses within his body also began to spin.
"The previous Grey Realm,
I have always been playing a ga of family play... never truly experiencing a thoroughly, exhaustively exciting battle, unable to unleash everything I’ve accumulated.
Please wait a mont, Mr. Goodman, I am almost ready.
I believe you are also curious to see the enhancents, modifications, and manifestations brought by the other remnant pages beside the ’Brain’ on an individual, right? Let personally demonstrate it to you."
The silent deep root bottom.
Crack!
A sound of clear and crisp mirror shattering cos from Han Dong’s head.
At the center of his brows, sothing is cracking open and surfacing.
A drop of bloody tear slid down along his nose bridge.
Han Dong’s two ordinary ’human at eyes’ turned dim at that mont, no longer possessing [vision],
transferring all vision and focus to the ’hatching’ Demon Eye at the center of his brow.
The "Real Demon Eye" appeared spontaneously through self-cracking.
Various patterns and pupil images erged between the Demon Eye, eventually converging into a small black dot... representing the Demon Eye had reached "great achievent."
The black dot rampantly collided and darted around the eyeball, finally securing its place at the absolute center.
[Activation starts]
With the black dot as the center,
rules-based lines extended from the brow, gradually spreading throughout the whole body... like drawing the most perfect "human body proportion lines" on Han Dong’s body.
Due to the absence of the true core, ’Brain’,
Han Dong chose ’Eye’, the part he was most skilled at, as a temporary core, to dominate the whole body’s necromancy transformation... and he truly accomplished it.
As these lines spread across his whole body,
signifying the external Skull, Torso, and Limbs,
and internal Viscera, Heart, and Bone parts,
all remnant pages were activated and interlinked.
Necromancy
At this mont,
Han Dong slightly resembled the ’First Generation Human’ from the world of the Book of Dead Spirit.
The realization of this process,
caused the deep roots inserted into Han Dong’s back to be completely sucked dry.
"So... perfect!"
Even Goodman at this mont was absorbed by such a ’spectacle’, his desire to capture Han Dong was infinitely magnified.
However,
This still wasn’t the true form Han Dong intended to reach; the transformation was yet incomplete.
The necromancy-transford Han Dong stood vertically, his toes just touching the surface of the water.
He then raised both his arms, making a gesture akin to offering and pleading upwards.
Creak creak~
The Origin Tentacles growing from the back of his head constructed a special grey formation above his hands.
Buzz!
A never-before-seen grey light beam pierced through the entire Terminal North Continent, shot into the deep-rooted layer! Enveloping Han Dong completely.
"Borrowing God – Grey"
This ti, it was not random,
but Han Dong actively petitioning to borrow the essence god pattern of the grey.
A flawless grey mask, with subtle tentacles drifting within, landed between Han Dong’s hands.
The center of the mask was inscribed with the oldest Chaos Texts,
which were the first words developed at the inception of the universe, at the birth of the first ’reason’ amidst Chaos, symbolizing the beginning of all things, symbolizing the ergence of the First Chaos.
[One]
Goodman’s brain could not analyze this mask, forcing it into data only resulted in an infinite loop of the number ’1’.
Hands held up,
fitting this mask onto his face.
The necromancy-transford Han Dong and the Grey God Pattern, in this mont perfectly rged... a product entirely different from the [Grey Walker] was being born.
A powerful reverse light beam shot out from the deep root bottom,
even dyeing the entire Terminal North Continent grey, though this grey was not pure, mixed with spots of varying shades of grey.
...
In the Dreamlands, transford into ’Miss Leng’, the Grey Walker lost almost all of her mobility at this mont.
However,
She had already prepared beforehand, placing herself in the safest area.
She even prepared chips and soda in advance to enjoy the unfolding rare ultimate confrontation,
her face glowing with an indescribable excited smile,
"A different... grey! So beautiful."
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