Chapter 389: Chapter 389: Severing the Past
“God… I also encountered sothing that claid to be a god in a sewer once… It’s dead now,” Chen Ke said indifferently.
The cara lens in the sky made a clicking sound, and the protective cover on the lens retracted a bit, as if it was focusing on Chen Ke.
“I rember now, you’re the guy who helped Ms. Harlowin in the last world. Hmm… It’s quite rare, you must either be an investigator or soone from the Administration Bureau,” the cara said.
It extended more of its body from the clouds, and Chen Ke saw a blue shirt collar tucked under that tallic head.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re afraid of the Administration Bureau,” Chen Ke said with a shrug.
“I am a deity, and deities do not fear humans, especially when you are now in my domain,” the cara spoke with so pride in its voice.
“The way you talk sounds just like a villain who’s about to bite the dust… Can’t you be a bit more creative?” Chen Ke said, looking at the cara.
“Say what you will, whether your body is as tough as your mouth, we will find out. But before that… I’m curious why you would co here?” The cara did not get provoked but instead mocked Chen Ke.
“My purpose has nothing to do with you. If you just like taking pictures… why not just stay up in the sky and quietly watch?” Chen Ke said.
“Oh, I like more than just taking pictures, little one. You don’t really think that I’m going to just watch you move step by step like you’re playing a ga and do nothing, do you?” the cara asked with a laugh.
“Wouldn’t that be nice? In another 10 years, watching live strears play will be a very popular form of entertainnt,” Chen Ke said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about… but let tell you what I find entertaining. I want to watch you suffer, watch you bleed, watch you die, and then endlessly repeat!” The cara’s lens cover closed to a slit.
“Even by the standards of a cara… you are quite twisted… Aren’t you afraid that killing will bring trouble from the Administration Bureau?” Chen Ke said.
He tried to intimidate the cara with the identity of soone from the Administration Bureau because from the conversation so far, it seed like there was a person behind this cara.
“They will not co looking for you, nobody will. You’ll die in a photograph, and then countless new yous will be generated. I can turn you… into my new NPC…” The cara said with a laugh.
Chen Ke instinctively thought of the white-suited female assassin.
Perhaps this lady was also here investigating but ended up killed by the cara, and her duplicates beca NPCs in the photographs…
That ant there was a difference between becoming an NPC after dying in a photograph and those created by photography…
“I have no intention of becoming your NPC. How do you plan to deal with , huh? Stay up there and take photos, or co down and fight one-on-one?” Chen Ke said.
“Oh dear, you lack imagination. A deity does not physically touch humans, what you have to defeat is yourself…” The cara said, and then began to snap photos of Chen Ke with click after click.
As the cara’s shutter continued to press, the world began to crumble, buildings shattered into blocks of concrete, and the sky turned white with the flash.
Blinded by the sequence of flashbulbs, Chen Ke could only lower his head and look at the ground, and at the sa ti, dozens of dark shadows appeared in the sky, slowly landing around him, encircling him.
“Little one, I hope you’re sturdy enough to bring more pleasure before dying…” The cara said with pride, but its tone changed mid-sentence.
Chen Ke looked around; the shadows all looked like him, truly like him, not like Lin Mo. They were wearing plaid pajamas, barehanded, with a bird’s-nest hairdo, and charged at him in a way that looked quite comical.
That was exactly his appearance the night before he transmigrated, lying in bed.
“What the hell is all this crap!?” Anger and confusion filled the cara’s voice, and it was clear that this was not the result it had hoped for.
Chen Ke’s own physique was that of a 24-year-old office worker, naturally no match for the professional assassin Lin Mo, but he also had his Spiritual Power, making it not difficult to deal with these things.
However, as he looked at his original self, he still felt uneasy about striking down these clones, even though he knew they were just duplications.
“What exactly are you?” The cara seed to have never seen such a situation before, it too was slightly surprised.
Chen Ke summoned the full set of An Helei’s Elegy armor and shouldered the Moonlight Greatsword.
These duplicates of his original body weren’t particularly frail, but in the presence of Lin Mo’s muscular physique, they were hardly worth ntioning.
As these abominations lunged toward him, crying out, “I want to go ho! I want to go ho!”
“Ah… shut up! You weaklings!” Chen Ke swung his greatsword, cutting down these insincere beings, as if he was eradicating his past.
Go back? Chen Ke had contemplated such questions countless tis, but clearly, it was unrealistic.
Setting aside whether there was a way to return or not, what would he do after going back? The world Chen Ke knew was one without Spiritual Energy, without oddities; burdened with a killing countdown, what place would he have upon his return?
Perhaps he could be a rcenary, forever lurking in war-stricken lands, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
Two months in Opportunity City, having undergone so many events, Chen Ke was no longer his forr self.
Crying and shouting about going ho, only retreating in the face of adversity, procrastinating on intended deeds until tomorrow, only able to offer a foolish smile when scolded by a boss – this Chen Ke, today, perished under the moonlight.
It was destiny that chose him, giving him a second chance to seize it all.
Chen Ke bisected the last of his duplicates, and by then, the streets were rivers of blood.
Harlowin burst out at that mont, cursing madly at the cara in the sky: “Felipe! You piece of shit! You’ve taken everything from ! Give it back to now!”
Chen Ke called back his Holy Relics and grabbed Harlowin’s arm, saying, “It’s ti to leave, Ms. Harlowin, I need your photograph!”
“I… I don’t have any photographs,” Harlowin said, confused.
“No, you do, you just don’t know it,” Chen Ke said.
“You can’t win, this is my world! Do you think I’d let you find ? Forget it!” The cara shouted, then its lens emitted a white light so bright that Chen Ke could not look directly at it; he had to shield his eyes with his hand.
“Click!”
A shutter sound with an echo filled the heavens and the earth, turning the world blue, and everything ca to a halt.
Ti had stopped… The cara had this trick up its sleeve, but obviously, it had no effect on Chen Ke.
But Harlowin was frozen in her confused state, even her flowing white hair was suspended mid-air.
“Hehehehe… No matter who you are, as long as you can’t find that photograph, you will never be able to leave. Without Harlowin, you cannot succeed. You’ll just stay in this photograph forever!” The cara boasted smugly, its large head slowly fading into the clouds.
The fractured space-ti did not heal; the streets at his feet were intact, but all around, broken cent chunks remained, the whole setting subdued in a static blue tone, while beyond the rubble lay a mysterious, cosmic void.
The cara was right, if he didn’t find a new photograph, Chen Ke could only be trapped here. Moreover, with the surroundings destroyed, there was no way to return through the advertisents at the station.
The duplicates created by the cara a mont ago caught his attention; Chen Ke’s own duplicates were not in Lin Mo’s form, but in his original form.
This ant the cara saw his soul’s origin, not the transmigrated exterior.
This cara was, so far, the only thing capable of exposing his transmigrator identity. It must not be left behind!
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