Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1203 - 990: Boss A_2

Chapter 1203: Chapter 990: Boss A_2

Tentacles and flesh buds crawled across the walls, creating an endless corridor that only grew closer to death the deeper one ventured.

According to predictions from the Psychic Research Institute, the strength of the anti-psychic field set up along this road would be enough to drain any Six-Star Rescuer of their strength, making it difficult to even maintain the energy to walk.

Yet, looking at Song Lan, his expression was as usual, and his steps were as light as if he were on his way to buy groceries.

As for what was behind them...

Zero blinked in astonishment.

She had never seen such a bizarre sight. The path they had traversed became ethereal, with the corridor, walls, and ceilings blurring together in entanglement—viewed from a distance, it seemed like a scene refracted from a magic mirror.

The effects of time distortion were refracting in a visible manner, which also explained why Song Lan wasn’t affected by the anti-psychic field at all.

They were on the road to the deeper layers of military technology, yet it felt as though they were in a different spatial location.

Zero realized that after the final confirmation, there would be no turning back from this conclusive confrontation.

This was one of the answers to the puzzle.

"A displacement in time and space, that’s how you avoid attacks. Theoretically, even if a tactical nuclear bomb were to explode beside you, it wouldn’t be able to inflict any real harm on you."

This was the conclusion she came to from a researcher’s perspective.

For the military technology and Psychic Research Institute, this speculation was no secret, but it had not yet been acknowledged by the ability holder himself, "An anti-psychic field that exists in ’reality dimension’ naturally can’t affect you in another time and space."

But this was also expected.

If Song Lan could be beaten simply by stacking the strength of anti-psychic fields, they wouldn’t have needed to amass wisdom and strength for more than twenty years to prepare for this battle.

Song Lan gave no direct response.

When Wild Bone rioted, he had already demonstrated his ability in an easily understandable way in front of Zero, and he believed that she would be able to figure out the trick with her intelligence.

Unbeknownst to them, blood-flesh tentacles had already covered the floor and walls. The three of them seemed to be walking within the abdominal cavity of some monster, and amidst these malicious tentacles, Song Lan felt a sense of familiarity—the fleeting glimpse he had seen after the Ceremony of Ending also evoked the same feeling.

This was different from the pure biological instinct of the Devourer, but rather a chaotic malice, a mix of countless types of flesh and thoughts.

The Gene Master, whose true body was hidden somewhere, finally transcended the dimension and appeared before him.

The corridor of flesh transitioned into an elevator.

With its transparent structure, one could see through the pustule-covered glass, a clear view of the military technology structure underground.

The space below was vast, and the workers diligently laboring above could never have dreamt that beneath their feet existed such blood-flesh creations.

A blood-flesh flower bud about to bloom occupied the height of over a dozen floors.

As the elevator descended, no floor numbers were marked anymore.

What awaited them at the lowest level was an altar filled with religious ceremony, with only one passageway leading to the blood-flesh flower, where the blooming bud now undoubtedly appeared as the deity being worshipped.

As for either side of the path, it was a deep abyss beyond sight.

Within the profound darkness, one could vaguely see tentacles swaying.

In traditional religious sacrifices, fervent believers would throw offerings downward, allowing their flesh and souls to nourish the New God they worshipped.

This was also Zero’s first visit here.

She hadn’t even approached when her gaze was already captivated by the blood-flesh flower; numerous murmurings poured into her brain, guiding her to get closer.

If it were not for her tailor-made RT1 processing system, she felt she would have been driven mad in an instant by these thought-invading murmurings.

She had also seen the early unsuccessful test subjects; after being driven mad, their bodies began to mutate irregularly under the dominance of these frantic thoughts, ultimately degenerating into deformed constructs that lost their reason, retaining only the basic biological instincts.

But that was already a thing of the past.

They had devised means to disperse and suppress the murmurings, thoroughly eliminating the negative effects of mutation.

Before they approached the blood-flesh flower, someone was already waiting there.

It was a figure completely shrouded in darkness, with an indistinguishable face.

According to the theory proposed by the Psychic Research Institute, this was the state of a Consciousness Entity that had completed the Ceremony of Ascension, their Psychic Abilities purer and stronger, and their fragile flesh no longer a vulnerability that enemies could exploit.

She didn’t know the identity of the Consciousness Entity, nor was she aware of the specific details of this final battle.

Her mission was to bring the ultimate enemy of the new era to this endgame venue.

"Finally, we meet."

As soon as the Consciousness Entity spoke, Zero instinctively covered her ears.

That voice was boundless and filled with majesty.

She looked up at the scene where the Consciousness Entity stood before the flesh-and-blood blossoms and felt that there was something sacred about this image, as if it were the scene of a birth in a religious painting.

"Oh?! You’re—!"

When the Consciousness Entity delivered its opening line, Song Lan’s face showed a sudden flash of realization.

It was a long-overdue meeting with an old acquaintance, at such a crucial moment.

Out of politeness, he should have given his opponent enough respect, but there was a small crisis in what should have been a smooth initial dialogue.

A drawback of Consciousness Entities is that under normal circumstances, they appear as vague, black humanoid figures with almost no distinctive features to identify them by.

An unprecedented sense of tension surged in Song Lan’s heart, and for the first time, as he faced the imminent final battle, he felt an extreme level of suppression.

And so he maintained his outstretched right hand, pointing at the other.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

After about a minute, Song Lan, dripping with sweat, had no choice but to concede to reality. He took a subtle step closer to Zero and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "What’s his name again?"

"...I don’t know."

Zero was also stumped by this question, but what baffled her more was that Song Lan could ask such a question in such a situation.

"Isn’t he your Boss?"

"I’ve never seen him before."

"Then there’s nothing to be done."

Song Lan’s eyes focused, he took a deep breath, adopted the same gesture again, extending his right hand, his index finger pointing to the other, his face mixed with the complex emotions of reuniting with an old friend, "It’s you, Boss A!"

...

"My name is not important; it’s merely a relic left by the losers of the previous era."

The dark Consciousness Entity broke the embarrassing opening.

Such a reunion was also within his expectations.

After all, who would remember the name of a deserter?

In that battle that swept through the entire Upper World, he chose to flee, abandoning his name and everything related to the Upper World.

He thought he could adapt to a life without the Upper World, but memories of the past clung to him like a nightmare.

And now, the source of the nightmare was standing in front of him.

This final battle was also his process of overcoming his past.

Even he hadn’t expected that Song Lan would walk so unguardedly into the trap they had meticulously prepared. While it was a happy occasion, it also revived those past memories in his mind.

Last time, the Devil in front of him had also accepted the invitation of others just as openly, rushing to that pre-arranged doom without any guard.

He couldn’t help but wonder whether the Consciousness Entities of the Upper World back then had also thought they were fully prepared, just as he did now?

"Don’t describe yourself like that."

Song Lan still maintained the same gesture, "Past failures don’t determine anything; I believe that one day you’ll surpass your previous self."

Zero was somewhat stupefied.

Listening to their conversation, she suddenly felt as though the spiritually polluted altar around her had turned into a cozy little pub in some world.

What she saw before her was a veteran offering immense care to the newbie Adventurers.