Free Web NovelChapter 863: Chapter 827: Tearing Off Head Flowers
As soon as the person in the center of the stage finished speaking, the captain noticed the scene in front of him beginning to change.
Everything in front of him twisted, like a winding melody, like a whirlpool in the ocean’s swift currents, the heavens, the stage, the crowd—all seemed as if painted on paper.
This paper was crumpled and distorted, and everything on it deformed along with the paper, squeezed and elongated.
"What’s happening! What is this!"
Someone let out a terrified voice, but soon realized that their voice was also twisted, turning into a sequence of indistinguishable syllables.
In an instant, everything in front of them was squeezed together, making it impossible to distinguish who was who.
People were dizzy in the winding world, tumbling along with the world.
But shortly afterward, like water droplets tightly squeezed from a towel, they were repelled, compressed, and finally dropped back into the world with a "boom."
The droplets were squeezed clean from the towel, and the world returned to silence.
The captain opened his mouth wide, staring at everything in front of him.
Gone, everyone was gone.
Standing, fallen, wailing, furious, all disappeared, nobody left on the stage, even the team members behind him were all gone, as if the whole world only had him left.
For a moment, he almost believed he was dreaming, a grotesque nightmare.
But the bloodstains on the ground and the deep gashes on the stage floor all reminded him that everything just now wasn’t an illusion.
He felt like he was going to go insane.
The captain walked dazedly onto the stage, trying to find those who disappeared.
Where did they go? He stared blankly at the empty stage, wandering aimlessly in search.
The eerie silence here spawned many fears within him: "What the hell is going on!"
Not far from the audience seating, an Upper Class Person was raising his head looking at the nearly frenzied captain on stage, this person also hadn’t been brought to the real world by Key No. 108.
If 007 were still here at this moment, he would recognize this Upper Class Person as the one sitting next to her.
At this moment, this Upper Class Person’s arm was raised forward, hand still in the motion of grabbing something, not long ago he had a green little dwarf in hand, but now that little dwarf was gone.
He withdrew his empty hand, reached into his pocket to take out a card.
It’s an Upper Class Person’s identity card, the name on the card is "Nicholas Wu Liu," like Chu Changge and 007, he is also a member of the Nicholas family.
He released the identity card, letting it fall, his face began to change, revealing his true appearance.
His skin didn’t darken, it became even more pale, resembling the snow in winter, even his hair and eyebrows lost their original color, as if merging with the skin. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Torture." A person from behind called him.
Turning back, it’s another Upper Class Person, the staff member who previously worked with Li San to bring 1868 to the champion throne.
Now the throne is empty, 1868 also disappeared with the people on stage.
The staff member similarly reached into his pocket to take out an Upper Class Person identity card, discarding it to the side.
His appearance began to change, a long scar emerged across his face, winding from the corner of his right eye down to his neck.
It’s Slaughter, the one who was supposed to oversee the Evil God statue in the Secret Forest.
He walked a few steps forward, closing in on Torture.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew in, rustling a book left on the audience seat.
It’s the "Birth and Development of Pleasure Heavenly City" left by Chu Changge.
This book happened to be open on the page about "Great Figures of Pleasure Heavenly City"—
"Pleasure Heavenly City is hometown to founders from two Upper Class People, who decided on racial classification systems and led Upper Class People to victory."
One of them is called "Slaughter," the other called "Torture"
Slaughter had talked to Gu Mian about the story of the two.
After Torture made a wish of "skin color division" to the Evil God statue, the two nearly went separate ways, hardly having much contact again. freёwebnovel.com
Though now standing together, their expressions didn’t show much familiarity.
"Even if we’re old friends brought together to this world, your indifferent expression is really heartbreaking." After a silent while, Torture spoke first to break the stiff atmosphere.
While Torture spoke of Slaughter’s cold expression, his own expression wasn’t much warmer, only pulling a false smile that’s skin-deep, making it somewhat terrifying.
Slaughter seemed uninterested in engaging further: "Did you bring me here just to watch this?"
"Isn’t it exciting? You’ve seen that person not belonging to this world before, thanks to him this world has reset five times in a row, the Evil God statue is thoroughly shattered, Upper Class People aware of the details are almost in an uproar. By the way, the statue’s wishing function has vanished completely; it’s not going to transfer to some other object, right."
As Torture spoke, he eyed Slaughter, but Slaughter’s face was unruffled, revealing no information.
Failing to get anything out, Torture changed the subject: "Xu Xingcheng is still quite sentimental, though he invented something that could pull people out from this world, he mercifully spared us."
Their standing position is not far from the stage, surely within the pull range of Key No. 108, yet they remained unharmed and standing.
Speaking of which...
"I remember there’s a whole long passage to recite before using that thing, which was in our initial script, right." Torture turned his gaze toward the Pyramid stage.
The Order Guard sitting atop looked bewildered, only noticing the stage people disappearing, unaware of the two standing in the audience area.
"Yeah, the original plan was for him to lead lower-class people to defeat the evil us and finally recite the line he had crafted after so much effort at the climax. At that time I suggested revising that awkward line, but he insisted saying the hero saving the world could use a moment of cuteness at finale once in a while." For once, Slaughter spoke a lot, seemingly reminiscent of past times, his face showing a few traces of a smile.
"But ultimately he didn’t save the world, he let us commit evil rudely and then vanished, leaving us with our hopes in this world." Torture’s icy voice came from the side "Back then every day, every second I was hoping he would appear to fulfill his responsibility, to help us leave this dirty, stinking mire. But he did not! He saw us sinking deeper in the mire, eventually turning into what, what Evil God."
Slaughter calmly replied: "You’ve seen those statues; you should know he didn’t appear merely because of resets, he possibly already reached the end multiple times himself, freeing us from the mire countless times, but all destroyed by resets."
"Alright, so what you’re saying is he saved us countless times before the resets, but what about us now? Who can save us now?"
