Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a Bishoujo
Chapter 123 - 118 VS Weirdo Maker 6_2

Chapter 123: 118 VS Weirdo Maker 6_2

The crackling flames of the consciousness network seemed to let out a pitiful howl, and almost at the same time, as if a shin were jerked upward from being hit on the knee, an overwhelmingly familiar grey entity surged out from the consciousness network—

It was the "grey mist" from the Mist Dream Realm!

The grey mist instantly blocked my "vision," plunging my metaphysical perception into a murky expanse where I could no longer cast flames into the opponent’s consciousness network. Not only that, but my sense of the flames themselves quickly became vague.

However, on the other side of the grey mist, I could still hear the irresistible cries of agony from the consciousness network and the sounds of its total collapse. It was just an interruption of my pursuit; the damage I had done was by no means undone. Most importantly, I had infused the flames with the will to destroy.

In the moment before my sense of the flames was completely interrupted, I clearly felt the consciousness network being burnt to ashes.

At the same time, I felt the grey mist pushing me away from this metaphysical level of perception, like the rising tide of the sea. I couldn’t continue watching the subsequent changes.

The problem was still that grey mist.

The Weirdo Maker was indeed connected to the Mist Dream Realm, or perhaps to the Divine Seal Fragments. I didn’t think he was any of the characters that had already appeared in the Mist Dream Realm; therefore, it was very likely that he controlled other Divine Seal Fragments, or at the very least, things related to the divine seal.

Once the divine seal was involved, many judgments that seemed set in stone were no longer reliable.

I reopened my eyes, and the Weirdo Maker in front of me, along with the dozen or so "possibility avatars" around him, all fell into irrevocable decline. They were like patients with severe illnesses, vitality fading from their eyes and skin. It seemed that the destruction on the metaphysical level had affected them in the real world as well.

The Weirdo Maker raised his arm towards me, then slowly let it drop, as if his life force was exhausted.

I wondered if I had the chance to collect his corpse, but alas, the situation did not end there. He had implanted a self-destruct program into the seeds of the heart of those monsters to prevent information leaks, and it seemed he had done the same to himself. His body and those of the "possibility avatars" erupted with a white light that looked extremely dangerous, about to self-detonate.

Zhu Shi and Mazao weren’t by my side; I couldn’t stop his self-destruction.

Just as I was about to throw him down, the space next to me distorted and fluctuated, and a familiar figure appeared.

It was Mazao!

Upon appearing, she pointed at the Weirdo Maker who was about to self-detonate.

"Return!" she chanted.

As her words fell, the white light of self-detonation on the Weirdo Maker retracted, and even the man who seemed at death’s door revitalized, letting out a baffled sound: "Ah?"

But the surrounding possibility avatars weren’t lucky enough to receive such treatment; they all self-destructed at the same moment.

Mazao couldn’t fly; after appearing, her body fell straight down, then landed steadily on the ground. I extinguished the Fire Sea in the distant street and, holding the Weirdo Maker, landed back on the ground. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t the ground but the rooftop of a low-rise building.

The Weirdo Maker couldn’t stand steadily for a moment and awkwardly sat down on the ground.

His brief revival seemed temporary; I could feel his body temperature dropping rapidly, his heartbeat weakening, all signs of "vitality" fading quickly. Mazao pointed at him again and used the blessing power, but it was like adding water to a bucket with a large hole—utterly ineffective, and she also showed signs of strain.

"Cutting the connection between me and the consciousness network, huh..." the Weirdo Maker first muttered to himself, then addressed me, "Did you kill the main body?"

"Whether you’re talking about some individual on the consciousness network or the network itself... Yes, I killed them all," I said while exiting the Fire Element form and then took out the Black Rope Heart-locking Ring.

I slipped the ring onto my left hand and then plunged it into his chest, grabbing his heart, which was beating ever so weakly.

Now, he had to answer my questions, and he couldn’t remain silent.

"You and the main body shared consciousness, right?" I started with this question.

"Previously, yes, now I’m offline. In a sense, this individual has only truly been born now."

He seemed unphased by his current situation, raising his hand to remove the silver mask and reveal his true face.

He seemed reflective as he said, "This is Lu Chan’s Black Rope Heart-locking Ring. What do you want to know?"

"Is your main body really dead?" I wanted to clarify this question quickly.

"You destroyed the consciousness network, of course, it’s dead," he answered.

"So, what do you know about the ’Apocalypse’ and ’Divine Seal Fragments’?" I asked.

Mazao didn’t interject rashly, entrusting the interrogation to me. As I asked this, her expression showed great concern.

"The offline me doesn’t know that much," the weakened voice of the Weirdo Maker said, "Besides, if you’re asking about the secret locations of the Human Bureau, I couldn’t answer any of that. Don’t waste your effort."