Chapter 929: Chapter 929: Thirty-One Despairs
“Teacher Gao? Don’t fall asleep at such a critical mont!”
Anian was most afraid of Han Fei losing consciousness. He had a deep psychological shadow from the Forbidden Building and couldn’t bear the fear alone.
“If you fall, who else can stop Gao Xing?”
Black Dream Instrunt, Flesh God Statue, they were approaching the core secret of Gao Xing, but just before completely destroying the Shrine, Han Fei collapsed.
Gao Xing’s plan was not so easily thwarted. To destroy the Shrine, they first had to destroy all the God Statues inside the building. Only by regaining power could they have the capital to confront Gao Xing.
“He’s too severely injured, it may take one to two hours for him to recover. We have to help him get through this ti.” The staff, unaware of what they were about to face, resolutely said.
“No need for your reminder.” It was the first ti Anian saw the staff mber. He entered the building with Han Fei, and within just a few hours, Han Fei managed to gain the loyalty of a diehard follower. He had to admit Han Fei had a unique charm: “You stay to take care of Teacher Gao. If Gao Xing approaches, I’ll try to lead him away. Rember, everyone can die, except him. The hope of all living beings in the city rests on him alone.”
“Does he have other identities besides being a researcher?” The staff mber was surprised.
“We co from the worst, most desperate future, and cannot let the tragedy repeat itself.” Anian said no more, also preparing himself to face death.
The Black Box shattered, and the Nightmare Instrunt and Shrine went into overload. The Flesh God Statue inside the Shrine slowly opened its eyes, scanning the Purgatory of the Mortal World.
The elevator signal lights in Lab 4 all lit up, and several elevator doors opened simultaneously, with scarlet blood flowing on the ground, as masked murderers arrived at the underground eighteenth floor.
Crows, Guinea Pigs, Cannibalism, Jokers…
The masked madn lined up on both sides of the road, heads lowered.
At the back of the group stood a man no one could clearly see, no one dared look him in the eyes.
The man stood in the corridor, distorting the light around him, exuding an indescribable, terrifying aura.
Walking over the blood, the man moved from the back to the front, and even the most brazen and insane murderers in Xinhu did not dare walk ahead of him, following him with lowered heads.
After decades, the cri king of Xinhu, the most cunning and cruel madman of the last century, reappeared, walking over the blood as a Divine Spirit.
The air on the underground eighteenth floor seed to solidify as the man walked from the center of the breeding pods into the Abyss, reaching the underground nineteenth floor.
Seeing the damaged Black Box and the wounded Shrine, the man spoke for the first ti.
“Find the person who split open the Black Box, he’s still in the building, kill him at all costs.”
Masked figures rushed in all directions at the fastest speed, even those perverted murderers did not want to stay near the Divine Spirit, feeling more oppressed the closer they were to him.
“We specially chose to act during the day three days in advance; the police and Eternal Life Pharmaceutical shouldn’t know our plan.” The Guinea Pig man took out a blank mask stained with blood: “Blank transmitted the wrong information, and there were no problems on the Little Ghost’s side, and the Smart Brain is under our control…”
Blood flowed from the edges of the Guinea Pig mask, and he couldn’t utter another word.
“Police? Eternal Life Pharmaceutical? They were never our opponents.” The man’s blurred face looked towards the Black Dream: “Who truly wants to stop us is fate, and this Mortal World.”
The part of the God Statue and Shrine shattered by Han Fei’s Rebirth Slaughter Saber couldn’t be repaired, creating so faults in the Black Dream’s operation that the man couldn’t fix quickly.
“Bring all the keys over, the plan has to be advanced, I must ensure that once the sun sets, it never rises again.”
Upon hearing the man’s voice, the core mbers of the three major cri organizations wearing Crow and Queen masks waved to those behind them, and their murderers moved so black boxes to the front of the Black Dream Instrunt.
A total of thirty-one small Black Boxes, each seemingly containing sothing special inside.
“Keys?” Hiding in the cultivation pods, Anian also heard the crucial information and adjusted his position, trying to see what these keys really were.
The first Black Box was opened, inside was a living specin, an extrely ugly deford boy with long hair and body covered in Butterfly Patterns.
If Han Fei saw this scene, he would surely be extrely surprised. This living specin was precisely Butterfly’s body, the boy who died in the cabinet, enveloped in nightmare.
The second Black Box was soon opened as well, containing a brain labeled with the number two, still kept active by an instrunt until now.
Then the third Black Box, filled with blood-stained manuscripts, was opened. They contained gibberish written by a child, who ultimately died without a complete body. His na was Jin Sheng.
Each box corresponded to a child, representing segnts of despair.
Crow soon opened the eighth box, and the decaying human skin emanated a stench, skin from different corpses stitched together into the shape of a little girl, who had no na, a fostered orphan with her sole purpose being to beco a key.
The contents of the boxes were varied, and the first thirty Black Boxes opened around Black Dream Instrunt in a fixed order, all surrounding the final Black Box.
Unlike the others, the thirty-first Black Box was engraved with two flowers, Twin Flowers, entwined on the Black Box, blooming in the night, withering before Dawn.
All murderers stepped back, as this thirty-first Black Box seemingly granted only the Divine Spirit the right to open it, for it contained his creation.
Pale hands caressing the Twin Flowers, the man opened the final Black Box, revealing a head covered in blood and flesh.
Judging by the facial structure, this head resembled Han Fei.
“The Black Box hides in the deepest of hearts, the deepest of minds, the deepest of nightmares, the deepest of despair. Everything I’ve done has been for this mont.”
Gao Xing placed each “key” into the Black Dream Instrunt, feeding it to his Shrine.
With every child’s despair consud, the Black Dream extended further, crossing the bridge deep in consciousness, continuously pushing boundaries. The space around the Black Dream Instrunt began to blur. It was a real machine, yet ethereal, like an Illusion Realm.
“How is this done?” Anian was flabbergasted, unable to imagine that in the deep consciousness of a person, a position for a dark world truly existed.
Those despairing children, the ones closest to the Deep World, were exploited by Gao Xing to open a passage between the two worlds.
Death, like a mournful song, composed the lody of pain, sung by naïve lives.
The world buried deepest in nightmares heard the children’s song, and under the night sky shrouded by the Black Dream, buildings began to erge one by one, the bloody ground of the underground nineteenth floor resembled a murky mirror, below which lay an imnse world, slowly rising!
The past hidden in the Black Boxes, used as keys, were all tossed into the Black Dream. The imnse instrunt had reached its most critical mont.
The two worlds could now see each other, the Deep World wanting to take the despairing children ho, while the reality world was unwilling to let go.
The blood barrier between the two worlds grew thinner, and Anian could even see the bottommost floor of the Eternal Life Building connecting to the top floor of a Skyscraper, the sky and earth connected, with the negative emotions and despair accumulated over countless years in reality, all piling in that dark world.
“The passage closed by the First Generation Ghost’s death will open with the First Generation Ghost’s rebirth, and fate will return to its original track.”
The Divine Spirit cradled the head from the Black Box, as if holding a newborn baby, marching toward the Black Dream Instrunt.
Once the Black Dream encompassed the Divine Spirit, the ceremony reached its finale, inevitability looming over everything.
The ground’s blood dwindled, the two worlds drew closer, and the masked murderers around the instrunt started to retreat. However, at the end of the line, a man wearing a Joker mask suddenly drew his blade, piercing Crow’s neck. It seed like a trivial act, as he tilted his head to watch the Divine Spirit entering the instrunt.
Removing the Joker mask, the face of child number three erged: “So this is the reason Gao Xing and the Dream’s will hoped for Han Fei’s appearance. Gao Xing also wanted to obtain the Black Box, but his despair wasn’t enough to bear it, so he made Zero his creation. Yet, because Zero’s will was beyond his control, he and the Dream intervened in Fu Sheng’s personality experint, orchestrating the Blood-colored Night to give rise to Han Fei’s controllable will.”
Child number three saw through the truth; Han Fei’s will was created to bear the Black Box.
“No wonder Gao Xing’s mory Shrine couldn’t find traces of Han Fei’s existence. He was made a Sacrificial Offering, and his death led to the ultimate Disaster.”
Han Fei already died at the mont of the Disaster’s outbreak, with Twin Flower’s Kuangxiao becoming the Unspeakable Ghost, scattered soul and all forgotten, this is the future Gao Xing anticipated.
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