The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 150 - 135: Xiao Yi Achieves Success

Chapter 150: Chapter 135: Xiao Yi Achieves Success

"They all must die," Clo’s words were filled with a chill.

"You’re a disciple of the machines as well," Jiang Shu pointed out politely, then looking down at his feet and finding nothing suitable, he sharpened the edge of a black card and placed it on the ground, sliding it towards Clo, "Please, do the deed yourself."

"I’ve retired, haven’t been a disciple of the machines for a long time," Clo looked at the card on the ground, didn’t pick it up, but instead suddenly rolled to the side, taking cover behind several thick tentacles.

At the same time, the card on the ground fissured into several cards, each flying toward Clo, but without exception, they were all blocked by the fish woman’s tentacles.

"Ah, predicted that," Jiang Shu observed, then reconsidered his strategy based on the current lighting and shadow placement which were unfavorable, and temporarily gave up on the idea of continuing his sneak attack on Clo.

As if.

Jiang Shu shot Ding a knowing glance, and Ding, understanding, raised his hand to spew a stream of fire that headed straight for Clo.

The fish woman, on the other hand, swept her tentacles and tore off a door, using it to block the fire.

"That’s enough," Clo said helplessly, "We’ve finally met, is this necessary?"

"It seems so," Jiang Shu nodded, "What are you doing here?"

For some reason, Clo was still wearing his prison uniform, which had a red-eyed white paper crow hanging from the pocket over the chest.

"Me? Haven’t I promised you? To take revenge for you," Clo winked, "I want to wipe out the mechanical disciples for you."

"No, you didn’t," Jiang Shu shook his head.

"Then it must have been in a dream, but I promised you anyway," Clo shrugged, his carefree attitude making it difficult to grasp his logic.

He checked the time, "It’s about that time; I should go, see you."

"Hm?" Jiang Shu looked at the fish woman beside Clo, clearly aware that the only Derivative Entry they had could not deal with Clo here.

As if.

The next second, several Xiu Snakes burst out of the blue flames and lunged for Clo.

"Ah?" Clo was taken aback when he saw this.

Meanwhile, the fish woman’s tentacles swelled from under her skirt, instantly filling the entire corridor and securely trapping the Xiu Snakes.

The Xiu Snakes roared, but as their bodies were ensnared in a mass of soft tentacles, they were rendered completely immobile.

If this had been a direct confrontation, they wouldn’t fear any physical damage, but in this situation, they were just like the third baby trapped by the serpent spirit’s soft sword, with ample strength and nowhere to exert it.

The tentacle wall, having formed a solid barrier, now obscured Clo from view, while his voice was still audible through the wall, "You, your methods are getting more and more mystical. I don’t ever want to see you again. I’m out."

The tentacle wall tightly enveloped Clo, and the tentacles filling the corridor left no shadows for Jiang Shu to slice through.

"Oh right, I’ve been here for a while, not doing nothing," Clo’s leisurely voice drifted out, "The bomb has ten minutes till explosion, enough to blow this place sky-high. Oh, and I precisely calculated the explosive yield, the power... just right. By the way, I’ve also sealed the safety passage. All the disciples here have to die."

He added further, "Ah, right, there are more than thirty children in the Safe Zone, all quality wanderers collected by the mechanical disciples, hmm, they’ve undergone several years of extremist indoctrination. Maybe they can be saved, maybe not, it’s up to you."

With those words, the tentacle wall escorted Clo away slowly, while Jiang Shu just watched the tentacle wall recede into the distance.

Such an interesting guy, dying just like that would remove a lot of fun, right?

Thinking this, he put down the card in his hand, his eyes shifting colors a few times, and in the end, he just sighed.

——

Ten minutes later, atop the rooftop of a towering building, Clo looked emotionlessly at the fire and booming sounds rising in the distance.

His gaze searched through the rubble for something, and after a while, he saw over thirty children standing by the street, their hands bound together, chained in a line to a lamppost, along with a woman.

"Heh," Clo chuckled, seemingly speaking to the fish lady beside him but also as if to himself, "See, he can’t stay out of it, he still wants to ’Change,’ just... he lacks the determination and the perseverance. He knows this, so he’s running away."

Those who had undergone extreme brainwashing didn’t need to be rescued, according to Jiang Shu’s way of thinking.

Saving them would not only waste a huge amount of social resources but also could hardly ensure that they wouldn’t take an extreme path.

"Divinity is not about indifferent observation from on high, but instead... involves meddling in the mortal world with a certain sense of superiority. At the end of the day, we’re cut from the same cloth," Clo felt quite pleased, "We’re all villains."

"Um?" The fish lady uttered a confused sound.

"We villains... always want to change something," Clo said slowly, squinting his eyes, looking out at the vibrant city nightscape in the distance, "While those superheroes always want to keep the status quo."

"Even if the current state is absurd and fucked up," his gaze returned to the street next to the building.

There, robbers snatched bags and dashed away, swindlers moved about with genteel grace, thieves strutted openly, some lived a life of drunken revelry, while others were numb and indifferent – a facade of harmonious prosperity.

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After taking a shower and lying in bed, he cleared his mind of the negative emotions generated by killing.

Jiang Shu stared blankly at the ceiling.

A long while later, after hearing the "ding" alert from the rice cooker, he climbed out of bed, mechanically served rice and dishes, then sat at the table to eat.

Beside him, three Tablet Spirits were engaged in a fair and just game of "Fight the Landlord," determining the ownership of the Derivative Entry·Three Noes Hypnosis based on the final chip count.

Indeed, he wouldn’t mind giving the Three Noes Hypnosis to the Tablet Spirits either, simply because this derivative entry was costing too much.

Since the Tablet Spirits were always with him, it didn’t really matter who used the derivative entry.

And so the ultimate winner was decided.

Xiao Yi hopped excitedly to the table, gazing expectantly at Jiang Shu.

"It’s you, huh?... That’s fine, just don’t misuse it, it drains a lot of battery," Jiang Shu said to Xiao Yi, not saying much before opening the "Face-to-face Fast Transmission" and sending over the derivative entry.

Xiao Yi, thrilled, activated its Projection and then, looking at the Derivative Entry·Three Noes Hypnosis on the Character Card, suddenly touched its chin and blinked, falling into deep thought.

Watching it, the three little ones flying in mid-air blinked as well.

Their thought processes were essentially identical; what Xiao Yi could think of, the other three could naturally think of too.

So suddenly, the expressions on the other three changed dramatically, horror-stricken.

Xiao Yi, with an air of disdain for everything, launched the Derivative Entry·Three Noes Hypnosis at the three littles.

Yi: No-fly Zone! Come down to me!

As the message floated by, Jia, Bing, and Ding – the three Tablet Spirits – suddenly found their flight capabilities failing and dropped from mid-air, crashing to the ground.

The three littles, holding their rears—or in other words, the lower halves of their tablet casings—glared at Xiao Yi, frustrated but unable to find any way to vent.

That’s because Xiao Yi’s screen had dimmed.

It had run out of battery.