Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 357 - 316: The Shadow of Endless Fear!

Chapter 357: Chapter 316: The Shadow of Endless Fear!

Dongsheng Country.

Capital.

In a certain hospital, on the eighteenth floor.

A teenager dressed in a hospital gown stood in front of the window, looking out.

The rain poured heavily. The entire world was desolate.

Whether it was the entire hospital or the streets outside the hospital, the malls, the roads, or even the family buildings—

There was no one.

To be exact, there were no living people.

A voice hummed in the Void:

"God, the corpse you have borrowed for reincarnation is the most suitable one for Summoning in the entire Capital."

The teenager reached out his hand to catch the rainwater outside the window, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

He pointed excitedly at the torrential rain outside and said:

"Oxhead and Horseface, look outside—"

"My lord, it seems that the Sacrificial Array has been successfully activated, and the Destroyer is bringing down the great flood," Oxhead said.

"God’s plan has been fully realized," Horseface also said.

The teenager laughed smugly, spreading his arms and declaring:

"The great flood will spread across the world, and by that time, when I make my entrance, I can guide the few remaining humans towards the primitive age of slash-and-burn."

"As for the guy who controls the Water Army of the heavenly river."

"There’s no need to bother with him for now."

"—because I’ve already won."

After slowly finishing his words, suddenly the smile on his face froze.

Outside the window.

The rain was quickly getting lighter.

Soon, the rain stopped completely, the clouds dispersed, and the sun came out.

The teenager mumbled to himself incredulously:

"No, this isn’t possible, the Sacrificial Array had already completed the transaction, the Destroyer should have unleashed the great flood, why—"

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Yes, that had been the plan, but why had it changed?

Of course, it was because the Sacrificial Array lacked a moderator and was exploited by someone else.

Who could it be?

Who else but—

"Damn that kid."

The teenager clenched his teeth and pulled a blood-colored staff from the Void, leaping through the window.

At the same time.

On the square.

Those men and women in uniform appeared again.

As soon as they appeared, they immediately knelt on one knee, heads bowed in unison:

"My lord, this is the place."

A colossal shadow appeared in the sky.

The shadow remained motionless.

The men and women down below held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

After a long while.

A voice echoed from mid-air:

"Indeed, a great flood broke out here, and you were right to summon me."

Relief swept over everyone’s faces.

However, the voice continued:

"However, the great flood has been used... It seems that person has found a way to use the insignia, and you failed to stop him."

"This was your mistake."

"Do you realize that I cannot yet descend upon this world—now, due to your information, I have come here at a great expense, yet there’s no sign of the Destroyer or the great flood—"

As soon as these words were spoken.

A massive shadow of darkness gently descended, shrouding the people below.

The five or six men and women knelt unmoving, but soul shadows rose from their backs, as if sucked up and flew towards the sky.

The souls struggled frantically, trying to escape from this darkness.

But to no avail—

They realized in terror that they were completely absorbed into the dark shadow, with no chance of refusal.

And then.

An unconscious darkness covered everything.

For a while.

That voice in the sky spoke again:

"Well, if he really has acquired ’End’, it does spare me a lot of trouble."

"Not easy for me to come here... I’ll just wait for him."

All the shadows gathered together, towering over the square, emitting waves of darkness.

Each wave of darkness continuously devoured everything around it.

...

"Hey."

"Wailing Wall, do you think there’s a possibility—"

"We could temporarily turn enemies into allies, bring the enemy onto the same level, and then figure out how to deal with them?"

Wu Xiaode spoke to the Wailing Wall.

Two lines of ice crystal letters appeared on the Wailing Wall:

"You have proposed a hypothesis."

"Now I will reveal the true form of the current ’End’ to you."

A new icon emerged on the Wailing Wall.

It was an ancient oval mirror glowing with a deep blue light.

"Endless Fear’s Shadow."

"The source of fear in all realms, a special class ’End’, the Inner World Mirror."

"Description: Unfolds an Inner World of mirrors, unleashing every imaginable object of fantasy and fear."

"—Born from a world perfectly ended by the great flood, it is the End that epitomizes and materializes the World Source Power."

Wu Xiaode felt quietly for a moment.

He realized he seemed to have acquired something new—on the Book of the Dead, he could use it at any time.

It was none other than this "Endless Fear’s Shadow."

When he focused his attention on this mirror, everything around him fell silent.

As if something beyond comprehension was about to happen.

Wu Xiaode himself felt a surge of palpitations and fear, and he couldn’t help but sever the mental connection with the mirror.

"Is this the ’End’ that I have acquired?" he asked.

"Yes, the matter is complete."

The spirit within him spoke, "I have paid the price, and now I must leave, but before I do, let me take something out of you—it’s time to use it now."

Wu Xiaode suddenly felt something more in his hand.

The next instant.

He suddenly realized he had regained control of his body.

A line of ice crystal characters appeared:

"The spirit has already returned to the Spirit Realm. Additionally, you can now use an item."

Wu Xiaode looked down.

There was an extra coin in his hand.

On one side of the coin was the blazing sun above the clouds, and on the other was a blurry figure, floating above an endless sea of corpses.

Wu Xiaode briefly recollected and couldn’t help but have an epiphany.

—— He had received this coin when he awakened his title, and he had always thought its sole purpose was to activate the title, but he didn’t expect it to still be useful at this moment.

Back then, in the Holy City, he awakened the title "Heavenly Ghost" and met with those Laws.

Among them, one of the Laws was Fear.

It had said that it liked him very much.

Wu Xiaode looked at the coin, then gazed at the mirror on the wall of sighs.

The name of the mirror was: Shadow of Endless Fear.

He had always been puzzled why the Law of Fear favored him so much.

—— But now it seemed that the other party really had foresight.

Because he really got along well with fear, even the "End" he had found embodied elements of fear.

Good.

This "End" was already very strong.

But based on experience, if you could imprint your own style onto something, it would become stronger!

Wu Xiaode scrutinized the coin in his hand.

Suddenly, a line of characters swiftly appeared on the coin:

"True strength does not come from others, but from yourself."

Interesting.

Desire power indeed was the force that nudged abilities to evolve.

—— He had always earned others’ desire power by doing live broadcasts; as for how to use his own, he still didn’t know.

He flipped the coin.

A sentence rapidly emerged on the back of the coin:

"With your own desire power, make ’End’ bear your style, and that will be the beginning of strengthening it."

Ding.

The coin flew from his hand, fell into the wall of sighs, and disappeared.

A line of ice crystal characters then appeared on the wall of sighs:

"All is ready."

"The coin will continuously search for everything that you feared in your memory and manifest it anew in your mind."

"When your desire power is ignited by fear, it will resonate with the ’Shadow of Endless Fear,’ activating its evolution."

"You will obtain an ’End’ that suits your personal combat style."

The next instant.

The light and shadows around him flashed.

Wu Xiaode felt himself swiftly retreating, about to return to the world he came from.

—— Why so fast?

He hadn’t yet figured out how to activate the desire power within him!

At that moment.

A fragment of his memory resurfaced.

It seemed like a familiar voice was saying loudly in his ear:

"Do you want to learn how to use a dagger?"

"Yes, a dagger is very useful. Can you teach me?" he had said.

"With your temper, what would you need a dagger for? What if you get into a fight and kill someone?" the voice said.

"Uncle Qian, just teach me a thing or two," he pleaded.

"Us folks from the underworld shouldn’t play with daggers lightly — this thing’s a one-way ticket to prison, you get me?" the voice said.

The scenes in the memory gradually became clear.

It was midnight.

There were hardly any people left in front of the late-night snack stall.

Uncle Qian stood behind the stall, smoking and chatting with him about street matters.

"Then what should I learn?"

He asked with bewilderment while cleaning the tables.

"Learn jujutsu."

"Jujutsu? Mr. Qian, my good sir, you’re telling me to learn jujutsu? It’s a laughingstock," he said discontentedly.

"Brat, jujutsu allows you to control your opponent, defuse situations, and is an essential skill for home and travel," the other snapped back.

"But jujutsu drags fights to the ground. On the streets, though, fights are always chaotic, out of control; nobody can handle more than two opponents on the ground at once," he argued.

Uncle Qian spat impatiently and said:

"What’s the point of fighting? Win and go to jail, lose and go to the hospital — kid, you should study hard and grow up to be a doctor or a lawyer. Life would be so much better."

"Uncle Qian, I need to learn something for self-defense, you know, I’ve got no money, no family to back me up, I’m an easy target," he said.

"Fine. Since you’ve helped me with the night market so diligently for so long, I’ll let you in on the secret of street fighting," Uncle Qian conceded.

"Tell me, Uncle Qian!"

"Run."

"Run?"

"Yeah. On the streets, if you can run, you won’t have problems. No one can hit you."

"But what if I’m cornered in a dead end? Come on, Uncle Qian, you’ve fought for so many years and you’re an old-timer in the gang, give me a piece of advice. I’ll be grateful; when you die, I’ll burn offerings for you."

"Brat!"

Uncle Qian swore indifferently, muttering, "With your nasty mouth, I’m scared of you alright. I’ll pass on one piece of advice, just once, listen up."

"Go ahead — don’t tell me to run again, I can do that!" he replied.

Uncle Qian suddenly turned serious, and in a low voice said, "Remember, on the streets we all play it like this —"

"..."

The scenes vanished in a flash.

Wu Xiaode felt his feet touch solid ground.

The world appeared before his eyes once more.

This was the plaza in the Capital of Dongsheng Country.

—— He was back.

Not far away.

A voice rang out:

"Such good luck, it seems this trip wasn’t in vain after all, I can finally recoup my losses."

Wu Xiaode turned his head to look.

He saw several corpses kneeling on the plaza.

—— These were the humans who had threatened him to hand over the insignia.

In addition, all the patrolling robots had lost power, torn apart by an extremely brutal force, haphazardly scattered across the plaza.

Further away on a black spire, a young human’s corpse was impaled.

The boy had been dead for a while, but his hand was still tightly clutching a blood-red staff.

Wu Xiaode recognized the staff.

It was the weapon of the City God.

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