Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1210 - 994: The Story of the Dark Magician

Chapter 1210: Chapter 994: The Story of the Dark Magician

Nothing is more envious than this.

The power of one’s dreams is flourishing in someone else’s hands, and everything one has conceived is realized on the nemesis.

This power, capable of controlling the past and the future, is now so vividly displayed before his eyes.

The human-like figure did not respond, as his mind was now solely fixed on the last thing that remained.

This was his second experience of failure, but at the end of their last battle, the entire upper world had fallen to ruination, and the last thing he could do now was to once again detonate the energy.

This assembly of "collective consciousness" formed Spiritual Energy would bring about an unprecedented psychic storm.

After that, Destruction and Darkness would descend upon the world.

He might "die" for ten or more than twenty years, but at some point in the future, he was destined to make a comeback.

And all the human-like figure could hope for was to defeat this already matured power through the passage of time.

"See you in the next era."

The human-like figure’s body was expanding continuously, gradually merging into the forming storm.

"Another self-destructive attack?"

Song Lan was no stranger to the human-like figure’s thoughts; this had almost become a villainous cliché attack, using self-destruction to channel Spiritual Energy as a bomb, generating a psychic storm powerful enough to penetrate the barriers of time and space.

Although in essence, this Ceremony was the same as the bomb once planted in Qi Yun’s body by RT1, even he could hardly imagine the level of destruction that could be unleashed by Spiritual Energy that had amassed "collective consciousness."

But the scene before him, resembling the apocalypse, proved one thing.

"You’re out of moves, aren’t you?"

Only capable of repeating the same trick, letting the destructive method of the upper world descend here, then scrambling to survive amidst chaos, hiding in an unknown place.

As for the new era the human-like figure mentioned, Song Lan guessed that it might not come until he was well into his old age, or perhaps it would be unlikely for them to meet again within his lifetime.

"You’ve missed the best opportunity."

The ruination of the upper world was their closest encounter; to avoid the purging of the psychic storm, he too was hurled into the chaotic currents of time and space in a manner that exceeded his own control, appearing in the world before the third war, and due to the aftereffects of the Spiritual Energy overload, he was disoriented for a prolonged period of time.

Song Lan looked up and said indifferently, "I thought you would have prepared more trump cards; so many years have passed, and it seems you haven’t made much progress."

Then, for him, there was only one last puzzle left.

The final puzzle.

How do you deal with an enemy who can resurrect after death and conspire to make a comeback after your demise?

Compared to RT1’s calculations that spanned over twenty years, this puzzle wasn’t too difficult; Song Lan came up with an answer in one afternoon.

Since the opponent would resurrect no matter what, killing him was meaningless.

Therefore, a more active and effective measure would be keeping the opponent on the edge of life and death.

"By the way, have you ever heard the tale of the Dark Magician?"

"The Dark Magician? You—"

The human-like figure’s retort came to an abrupt halt.

The gathering psychic storm above their heads also stopped abruptly, and the shattered altar finally fell silent.

In fact, Song Lan had kindly demonstrated the answer to the opponent beforehand.

Compared to a traditional final battle, their last encounter was to be described as "smooth sailing," with no ruins from an energy explosion, and everything around remained as before.

Song Lan raised his right hand, gently catching a black fragment drifting down from inertia.

This was a fraction of the human-like figure’s energy; without the control of consciousness, it reverted to the most basic state of energy, which would eventually dissipate with time.

No one would worship a black cube, believing that something without even the most basic language function could usher in a new era.

What would be left is an old man whose body is torn apart, full of grand ambitions, and yet unable to find even his own arms and legs.

He had also considered whether the adaptability the human-like figure so yearned for could help him withstand being sliced, avoiding the division of his body into several parts that would be swept into the chaos of space-time, adrift to an unknown timeline, but it turned out that neither he nor RT1 had anticipated this step.

"Hiss."

Song Lan drew in a breath of cold air once again.

The pain in his nose left him no time to grieve for his nemesis; he now needed to leave the military-technology basement and immediately head to the most reputable ENT hospital near his apartment.

.........

"Today around 1 PM, an exploration team formed by the Homeland Security Bureau reported that they had discovered remains resembling an altar beneath the military technology building; the earthquake is suspected to be related to the ruins..."

The TV in the hallway of the prosthetic hospital was broadcasting the news.

The prosthetic hospital was overcrowded today, with the majority of people showing remarkably similar symptoms.

They had suddenly experienced dizziness at a certain moment, with the more severe cases falling into a coma, prompting a slew of accidents.

Currently, cities were tallying the list of casualties caused by dizzy spells, with some people consequently being taken to intensive care.