Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 295: Chapter 99: The Boy Who Recites The Names of Monsters

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Through his blubbering mouth, the boy—who was holding on to his knees and crying—saw a small boy embracing himself.

In the dark corner of the room, Zero had not seen herself.

"...Simonglu, Gongla, Jialongnei, The Star People of Barristan, The Hundred of Ramu, The Roger Monis, The Saras of Sjala, The Hopes of Sparta, The Kais Fort..."

Zero only revealed a puzzled expression.

This might be Zero’s upper body, which doesn’t seem to belong to a human type. It always seems like a person is going to see illusions at the time of their death.

What his eyes saw was just one pitch-black room; it was no longer Mechanism City.

At this moment, his soul seemed to get fuzzy and become unclear.

"...I’m about to die..."

Finally, Zero realized it himself; he felt a strong sense of despair from Well, as if he were about to perish in this world.

The tremendous Heart Core Mechanoid began to show continuous signs of fragmentation and started to support the giant conduit.

The giant Heart Core floated and hovered seemingly point by point as it sank into the air...

Undoing the sense of insecurity of all the Mechanoid race, this being had never experienced something like this in countless years; the current reality of the world.

Countless dark figures started to raise their heads within the confines of this world.

In this instant, the entirety of Mechanism City, the energy divide of the Inner City and the city limits, had turned substantially darker as if fading.

But as of now, this giant person is passing away little by little.

This city seemed like a magnificent continent, a giant person in its own right.

In the reality of Mechanism City, more and more land began to stop providing energy.

As if pierced through with those hidden deep recollections surfacing at the moment of death’s descent, these relentless cracks made him look almost like a finely made doll.

More and more fissures appeared on Zero’s body, even spreading up to his face.

Under the terrifying destruction of Well, Zero’s body began to show cracks as the energy within him grew stronger, seemingly unable to maintain stability.

The laugh of Well reverberated in the world.

"...Hahaha! Ah, you were such a joy to trounce last time; isn’t it a real mood killer having just this little problem?"

Zero, who had felt death a very long time ago, suddenly began to recall.

Zero was being suffocated, wrapped bit by bit in the breath of death.

The battle with Well was not simply a matter of single-sided slaughter as it might seem, but a confrontation with Zero.

Unable to fight back at all.

Zero’s body was practically bouncing around the entire city, reflecting a constant stream of light on the surface of mirrors. This kind of power was sufficient to kill in a split second at level nine of evil rampage.

Well laughed in its midst, disappearing and reappearing in an instant while continuously adding to Zero’s body the terror of boundless power.

As he wanes, so does Mechanism City; and as he flourishes, so does Mechanism City for he is but this young man.

Well had no doubt that this form of Zero was merely him; his back was still connected to the black lines that fed the city.

Ultimately, if Zero is allowed to continue destroying in Well’s relentless pursuit, the Mechanism City in the real world could become a dead city.

Although the constructions wouldn’t collapse due to the loss of all energy supplies, they would plunge into darkness alongside this reality.

At the same time, one after another, high-rise buildings began to crumble continuously.

The massive Mechanism City couldn’t bear the added pressure of the strength imposed on Zero’s upper body.

The silver-haired youth’s body, striking chaos wherever it reached, suffered the impacts of terrifying power throughout the city.

For Zero, it was simply a further debasement as if to add a quirky taste; such was his futile attempt to resist Well.

Though it only leveraged the strength of its physical body, it still seemed to move as fast as if teleporting within sight, because it was simply too fast for Well to handle even if it seemingly did not contain expressions or words of teleportation.

Well started to continuously trample on Zero without any apparent intention.

The black viscous liquid of the Mechanism City in the inner area darkened, being pushed directly until it touched it.

Barely making any contact, it was just a slight touch, and yet, Zero Sequence was unavoidably crushed by the terrifying force and speed, thoroughly subjected to the overwhelming pressure.

As Zero Sequence gently came into contact, Well No.5 raised his hand, his shadow almost clinging to Zero Sequence’s side.

Atop Zero Sequence’s head, the negative emotions that had been thick and congealing like clouds at sea were no longer swirling like waves, replaced by a viscous black liquid.

Only then was Well No.5 able to engage in a battle, dispelling the vast clouds of gloom brought about by Ulaga’s toxic disease.

The negative emotions in the sky vanished, but this was merely a precursor; Zero Sequence was extremely strong both in spirit and in physical power, and victory against Well No.5 was by no means certain.

The battle was swiftly concluded with pure physical combat, perhaps allowing for avoidance of being pulled into a phantasmagoric realm, a consideration for those weaker in spirit.

One might exploit spiritual power for a victorious advantage against those with weaker bodies. This was the essence of combat itself, leveraging one’s strengths and avoiding weaknesses.

Comparisons of spiritual power are, of course, part of the competition within this world.

It was only a subtle gesture from Zero Sequence that initiated the exquisite structural changes in the Mechanoid, not any significant action.

"I will transform this entire area into my battlefield, consume your world, and employ it for my domain," Zero Sequence boasted.

"Hahahahaha... You’ve only brought yourself to me, the end result of causing me pain only at a superficial level of my soul. How could you possibly think I..."

Well No.5’s expression had long since turned from anger to joy.

"This feature of my body is innate, but even the brothers and sisters say it’s quite a rarity, an exceptional anomaly. They call it the extreme median; it’s a rare sequence among people."

"All we need is to enhance a particular ability, and the rest of his powers will follow suit, though you might not understand what I’m saying. Our growth is different from that of other living things."

Well No.5 slowly stepped forward.

"Where I come from, at the very pinnacle of existence outside the tower, is the realm where all conceivable powers reside: spiritual force, life force, conditions, power, speed."

"This type of power includes spiritual power. There’s no significant vulnerability, no noticeable weakness between us. All my brothers and sisters are rather evenly matched in abilities," Well No.5 explained.

In just a few short seconds, the expanding range of black viscous liquid became a domain of its own.

Black-colored arms slowly oozed and permeated through this liquid, and suddenly, from beneath Well No.5’s feet, a substantial amount of viscous black liquid emerged.

"But how should I explain the value of life like ours to you since you’ve only managed to deceive me? I must acknowledge that."

The situation merely shifted from one deadly environment to another, not resolving because the context was not fundamentally elevated.

This was indeed a situation, though Zero Sequence did not admit it.

"Is this your arrangement, a mere ploy? Since you are incapable on your own, you resort to using such external powers. Will you drag me into the spiritual world? Is this your final move, Zero Sequence?"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Well No.5, watching Zero Sequence, sneered after feeling a unique sensation within this world.

Mechanism City, the world inside.

Behind him, a city devoid of any light merged with his silhouette, connected by numerous cable-like appendages to a mechanical body resembling a line of defense.

In the sky above, numerous layers of negative emotion-filled clouds were suspended, with a twisted clock hanging in the sorrowful cloud city.

At the same time Well No.5 and Zero Sequence locked eyes, an entire pitch-black city emerged floating.

But when he tried to decipher the mechanisms while his body was manifesting uncontrollable behaviors, the situation changed.

Well No.5 was outraged that such a mechanism still harbored such traps, but his arms were now emerging with numerous red lines that seemed like parasitic life forms, connecting to some kind of mechanical life.

Well No.5 did not understand.

"The battle has only just begun," said Zero Sequence.

Well No.5 aimed and steadied himself at Zero Sequence. "Are you prepared to welcome a swift death?"

Although Zero Sequence’s body was indeed not weak, it still could not completely halt Well No.5.

To rebuild an Akkad of such a level would take a very long time. But Akkad, in its prime time, might have been able to strike back at Well No.5 with a single blow.

Akkad itself was no more, but Zero Sequence was personally operating at an enhanced and updated level, essentially the guardian of Akkad.

Silver hair—a sign that distinguished those protectors and those machines from others, capable of creating their own guardians or constructs that could not escape the Palace God Mech.

The chains crisscrossed behind Zero’s neck, where silver hair spilled out, reminiscent of Ah’s silver mane, though its pupil was an impenetrable red.

"It’s truly pitiful, oh yes," he lamented. "You lowly evil machines are nothing but mereblown investments after all these years. Step by step, I could evolve myself, crawl up to where I sit, level with you, but you, you’ve already been left far behind."

Zero looked at Well, seated upon the Mechanism City throne.

He pushed open the grand doors of the Palace God Mech and entered.

With a satisfied smile, he slowly took over the ironworker’s responsibilities, waited for his return to the Black Gold Island, and with this artifact that still had immense potential for improvement, he could change spacetime. Every detail within Well’s eyes revealed the meticulous surroundings, after he had been through the ascent.

The preparations were complete, and the eastern wind was already here.

Right around this time, the ironworker would transport the artifact, an opportune moment indeed.

Even if Zero were unwilling to cooperate, he would kill him; if he attempted to take over Mechanism City again for himself, it was not a bad choice either.

The gaze from Well, looking at the days past, was condescendingly amused. "This Mechanism City is far more interesting than the Black Gold Island."

Mechanism City will never fall.

In the heart of the Heart Core Mechanoid, Ah’s consciousness contained a mere few short words as the light gleamed briefly before disappearing entirely.

As the end approached, Ah could no longer speak. The difference in actual strength between him and Well was insurmountable.

"I’ll just leave... onwards," he muttered.

Even facing imminent death, he never abandoned his duties, steadfastly guarding this position in Mechanism City for seven hundred years.

The heart core mechanoid shattered as a tremendous force pierced through Ah’s body, and with one step, Well stomped down - the end of everything.

Since Well already knew Zero would not cooperate, and naturally, wouldn’t be able to ally with anyone else, he furrowed his brow.

"You... Zero... cannot even qualify as my adversary!"

Ah said scornfully, looking at Zero with disdain.

"It doesn’t matter if you’re here to fight. You’ve certainly weakened, but that is why I originally intended to kill you during the surge of fury. You still have a few minutes of rage left."

As he spoke, Well glanced up at the clock on the grand doors of the Palace God.

"Ah, it’s such a shame. To think, you are as stubborn as Zero, and I already know your attitude," he scoffed.

Well, one sleeve of his black robe slipping off, stood with his foot on Ah’s chest, watching him.

Heart City.

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Well could already sense that Ah was being sapped of his strength.

The shaped stones flew towards Well from all corners, a rain of innumerable shards, as the whole city shook like it was being hammered from the ground up.

"If that’s the response from you, then let’s just destroy this city," thought Well, already having a grasp on the attitude of Mechanism City.

It has to be admitted that Well had gone through a remarkable transformation, leaving an indelibly thorough impression with that last glimpse of determination in his eyes.

While Zheng Jialongnei was even more resolute inside the dreamlike state, dealing with tradesmen, Well, despite only briefly experiencing this interim period, was unimpeded by any thanks or acknowledgments.

Having decided to transfer the artifact to Well’s hands to avoid a long night’s dream, the ironworker took this opportunity.

Well was prepared to intercept and destroy the artifact right in front of him.

After the hammer blow struck back, the ironworker reached for the artifact again.

At the same time, the ironworker, wearing the treasure that manifested openly as a sign of allegiance, suppressed the Spiritual Possession master.

In a fierce battle in the lower airspace of the eastern district, Well feigned an error and was about to drop the artifact.

...

...

No more regrets for Ah, once he laid eyes on Well.

"It’s time I left."

And that was the indisputable reason for Well to refuse.

"Although we may not have the ceremony of a formal entrustment, I still believe that if the Mechanism City can withstand this crisis, maybe, or perhaps, people may come from beyond the protective towers of the land."

Said Skara:

This is really still a battle of no hope, Wu Ji remained silent.

"If no one other than ninety-five can unravel the Ulaga poison, then there’s no way to win."

"To wear the amulet?"

"If Well Ji cannot wear the amulet, we may have no chance of victory at all. But, be careful, although they can deceive the iron craftsmen, Well Ji trusts its mechanism too much, as it is a zero number prodigy, the amulet is perfect, except..."

Ultimately, the amulet must be handed over to an outsider.

Skara slowly began to go into the intricate details of the duties and arrangements, as ninety-five and Zheng appeared, and it seemed that the amulet removal process wasn’t just giving in to the foreign intruders.

One group is the squad of the Mechanism City’s divine guards, and the other is an army inspection team.

"We seem to be the same kind of people—I have an odd feeling about that, though our acquaintance is very short,"

Wu Ji did not hesitate to flash through Bai Wu, Ruan Qingyun, and Wu Lin, those with the indomitable spirit.

"Do you have a sworn duty to defend? Are you, then, the guardian appointed to defend this city of mine, since I am the creator, the zero number born to be a guardian?"

Skara, however, was not so sternly serious:

Wu Ji could feel a resolute determination in his tone.

"I have already guarded this city for a very long time. Death does not concern me, to be honest; it’s not a punishment, it’s not exhausting the hardships of the journey—one final point."

But he said these dark, heavy words with a smiling expression.

"I will die,"

Skara patted Wu Ji’s shoulder.

Although Wu Ji and Zheng Yue understood Skara’s motives very quickly, they were still forcibly taken by Skara.

"What are you calling this unexpected day?"

Zero number places hope that someone may find a way to solve the Ulaga poison, while Skara places hope that there are others capable of guarding this Mechanism City.

Skara, who almost had the Inner City at his fingertips, was now in the outskirts of the Heart Core Mechanoid.

"Actually, I’ve been observing you all this time, and since today is a day of parting, there will be no more meetings in the days to come," said Skara.

Wu Ji remained silent.

"But to us, the Ulaga disease will have a particularly significant effect on the mechanics of others. It will drastically weaken my real power, and it will affect my emotions, though not to me and zero number. The relationship between me and zero number is very special," said Skara.

"Reinforcements?"

"Zero number has long been planning on seeking reinforcements. Without your help, my own strength will get even weaker, and I would turn defenseless when the furious tide attacks,"

"How will you manage?"

At that time, Wu Ji could feel that Skara was somewhat weaker.

"But at least it can hold them off. With this portion of my power, you won’t have any way to help with the enemies confronting the Inner City, but you have already received an upgrade,"

Wu Ji once had a conversation with Skara, who had come in a hurry to deal beforehand.

This source of energy was, indeed, Skara.

But this strength was relentless, though not infinite in the queue; Zheng Yue and others couldn’t maintain such intensity forever.

Having watched this act for not too long, Wu Ji knew,

The destruction rage was still unceasingly being escalated, to ensure that Wu Ji would not despair at any point.

Not only was it not just a simple stalling of the iron craftsmen and merchants, but

Had mankind already become strong enough to dominate this realm, after seven hundred years?

It wasn’t just the speed or the strength, defense manipulation, speed, or vitality; humans had far surpassed any physical enhancements, even self-healing abilities.

At this moment before his eyes, this class of mankind had already reached an unsurpassable level of strength, causing a destructive shock.

The battle was still raging like a relentless fire.