The Dead Sea has withered away,
even the most basic act of suicide is not permitted by Hannibal,
The [Prisoner] is Hannibal's most intense display of malice, "Dangerous Radiation" exceeding the theoretical maximum of the Lighthouse ntal Hospital, a form capable of threatening Ruben, which is why Ruben is eager to seek a path of transcendence.
Hannibal, bound all over, has fully unleashed his killing intent.
The advantages of the ultimate Predator are fully exhibited, any existence beneath him, regardless of whether they possess the trait of being food, would be destroyed on the conceptual level.
Only by truly reaching the sa height as him is it possible to contend equally.
Yi Chen has exhausted all ans in previous confrontations, even his upper limit cannot reach the present Hannibal, everything becos aningless.
Hanging by a thread, Yi Chen, shaped like dry bones, only needs the final blow to completely die,
It is at this mont that the [troupe] arrives relying on the internal connection of the Tenth Disaster.
But in Yi Chen's aged eyes, there is not a glimr of hope, rather an even more solemn expression.
With a voice nearly shriveled, he says, "What are you doing here...to die?"
Though the troupe mbers have not seen such a Hannibal, they too feel an insurmountable pressure of power from him, as well as the utmost malice of the original murderer.
Yet there isn't a trace of fear in their eyes.
The director lightly pats Yi Chen's shoulder, "Mr. Yi is our troupe's brightest star, the sole lead, even the best murderer actor in history. The promotion for the next film has already been released, and the main character cannot be switched.
Besides,
Everyone was able to regain the long-lost slaughter intent, no longer bound by the 'Miles' thematic concept, all thanks to Mr. Yi's astonishing acts.
It's Mr. Yi's arrival that granted new vitality to the troupe, and helped everyone rediscover themselves.
We already reached a consensus conceptually before coming to help, the troupe is a whole, an external manifestation of the Tenth Disaster, coexisting and perishing together is natural.
Of course, Miss Lene as an incomplete mber is not considered, it seems her ability is of no use here... I've already drafted a temporary script based on the current situation.
"Miles vs. Hannibal," and you are the main character! Mr. Yi, please be sure to finish this play, you're the best actor!
Let's officially start shooting!"
The director fell into a rare state of excitent, pulling out a freshly written script from his pocket, just as he swung the rolled-up newspaper preparing to start the shoot.
Shua!
Warm blood splattered on Yi Chen's nearly withered face,
The head was split in two, visibly displaying the structure of the lower teeth, tongue, and throat entrance, followed by a conceptual impact, the director's entire body turned to at paste, flying apart.
Yi Chen touched the blood stained on his face, involuntarily recalling past tis of going to the troupe to borrow discs from the director, he was stunned in place.
With the death of this core figure—the director,
The whole troupe suddenly erupted, every murderer unfurling literary diums related to them, exploding with 200% ability at the cost of burning the origin of malice.
The imagery of past film representations appeared behind them,
But the reality was harsh, the gap in power was too vast, any obsession here was aningless.
Hannibal simply strolled leisurely in the current prison rest area, any approaching murderer eting a cruel demise at random.
Even so,
No one in the troupe stood still, all chose to et death.
Because of the [Tenth Disaster] connection, when a murderer dies, their murderous sins are distributed among the remaining troupe mbers.
The desolate Dead Sea behind Yi Chen poured down with torrential rain due to the successive deaths of troupe mbers, washing over the nearly collapsing [Sunken Death Temple].
Stained with the blood of murderers, Yi Chen gradually reverted from an old man to looking in his thirties, black hair falling over his face, hiding his eyes. He bent down to pick up the scattered script on the ground.
The script temporarily written by the director contained the plot where all mbers willingly marched to their deaths, pinning all hope on Yi Chen as the lead actor.
For so reason,
Yi Chen's soul experienced an unprecedented intense stirring, bringing him indescribable pain in spirit,
Watching mbers of the troupe die one after another before him, tears unknowingly welled in his eyes, coincidentally falling onto the script, though he wanted to scream, no sound ca out.
This feeling was entirely different from witnessing the deaths of peers in the orphanage.
The peers in the orphanage were not Yi Chen's friends.
They were rely sa-age individuals confined together, labeled as 'classmates'. At most, so roommates spoke more daily, or had a few private interactions. Quite a few peers were even jealous of a genius like Yi Chen, isolating him intentionally, so wishing for his early demise.
If one must account for friends, Yi Chen had virtually none during his orphanage years.
Witnessing 'classmates' die in the orphanage, Yi Chen also felt severe discomfort, but this discomfort mainly arose from hatred towards the orphanage's displayed evil and pity for his peers.
Now it's different,
Through living in the City of Evil, he gradually ca to know each [mber] of the troupe,
filming together, sharing box office results, and greeting Yi Chen voluntarily when they saw him, even changing dietary habits based on Yi Chen's suggestions, sotis hosting group dinners.
The director, relatively familiar from daily interactions, seed now to be regarded as a 'friend'.
Currently,
in this situation of certain death,
these heinous individuals, as embodints of malice, were willing to co here for him, a relatively new lead, at all costs, firmly adhering to the death script given by the director.
In contrast to the orphanage, where even a sliver of help from 'classmates' was nearly impossible.
Yet these recently acquainted coworkers are fighting to the death, all hope placed on Yi Chen.
Like actions only a true friend, or even a brother, would take, sothing Yi Chen seed never to have before.
This kind of friend, who should be treasured, dying one after another in front of him nearly breaks him! His rationality overwheld by this pain, the vicious side of his ego begins wildly expanding.
Thump!
The heart thumped powerfully once,
The primal malice deep within Yi Chen's soul gushed forth, intense beyond asure, making his whole body's pores seem to ooze a sort of jet-black sludge, enveloping him entirely.
Director Cao, who always had a hand on Yi Chen's shoulder, couldn't help widening his eyes, taking a step back, his cold lips softly exclaiming:
"It blood...! What a beautiful... Evil Flower!"
The seed sown within Yi Chen's body at the orphanage had taken root and sprouted over ti, yet never blood.
Nurtured with the fertilizer nad 'Friend,'
the jet-black petals, laden with human faces, began unfolding,
An overwhelming killing intent surged, black hair on his head standing upright,
Yi Chen never had such a formidable obsession to kill the person before him. The intense killing intent even made Hannibal pause, no longer strolling, his gaze sharpening.
"Oh? The true Tenth Disaster?"
As Hannibal prepared to truly engage with this 'Return of Light' youth.
Shua!
The enormous jet-black blade cleaved through the prison walls, and Yi Chen was gone.
"Hmm? Escaped..." Hannibal closed his eyes, delicately sniffing the air, "No, this guy isn't fleeing to the City of Evil seeking Ruben's protection, he's heading towards the upper levels of the Divine Domain? What is he planning?"
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