Free Web NovelWhen her Authority's description shattered into its most primitive “syllables” and then underwent subtle changes under the cognitive influence of tens of thousands of tribal warriors and Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers defending the city, giving birth to an incomplete Authority description, Lu Yibei had made various assumptions about what would happen next.
Either she would be unable to stop the momentum of merging with the flame-shrouded figure, losing herself in the surging power, or she would find a way to escape at the last moment, or there was an extremely slim possibility that a hero would appear and lend her a hand...
In short, there were all sorts of possibilities, good and bad, but she had never imagined such a maddening result as getting “stuck.”
Is this even reasonable?
Statistically speaking, would any urban legend or Psychic, when advancing to Calamity, get stuck in a 【Advancing: In Progress】 state due to two completely opposite perceptions of it?
Besides, even if I'm stuck, I'm not that eager to advance to Calamity, but since I can't complete the advancement for now, at least let me escape from my current state! Lu Yibei thought, full of resentment.
Her current predicament was truly grotesque.
Under the influence of two forces, she was suspended in an indescribable state, her consciousness seemingly caught in a surging vortex, being pulled and spun.
The Spiritual Energy fluctuations, carrying astonishing heat, emanating from the flame-shrouded figure, continuously impacted Lu Yibei, quite uniformly, every corner being intensely scorched.
It was as if...
A roasted duck on charcoal, enjoying the searing until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
It was truly a case of “torment without end, pain forever remains.”
It would have been better to be proactive just now, embrace destruction directly, and “die suddenly” on the spot!
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On the dilapidated rooftop.
Chatterbox Girl stared blankly at Lu Yibei's figure reflected in the sky, as if her facial paralysis had returned, accompanied by symptoms of a stroke, her expression stiff, her mouth twitching slightly.
In her sight, Lu Yibei's consciousness-formed figure floated in a chaotic void.
In front, a blurry figure, enveloped in flame-like light, pulled Lu Yibei forward, while behind, hundreds of thousands of threads of fate and the power gathered from countless Little Freaks' perceptions of “Disaster” in Hua City pulled at Lu Yibei, curbing her descent into the “abyss”...
“......”
She refused that path and successfully resisted the subsequent “head-press kill,” which was indeed a joyous good thing, but continuing like this was not a solution!
If no other force interfered, she would eventually be “roasted” to death there!
Consciousness directly dissipating outside the real world, fragments drifting in the endless void—that was more terrifying than becoming a world-destroying factor... Chatterbox Girl thought.
Based on her understanding of Lu Yibei, she wouldn't be surprised by anything Lu Yibei pulled off.
But to pull off something like this during the process of advancing to Calamity, it's truly too ♦ strange!
This was something very “new” even for Chatterbox Girl, who had a wealth of experiences.
She had even planned to go all out and “snatch back” Lu Yibei when she was completely unable to resist, giving Lu Yibei another chance to start over, even if the price was being detected and saying goodbye to Lu Yibei forever, but now the situation was...
It was as if she heard her child had drowned, rushed over, only to find she had fallen into a cesspool, with no risk of drowning, but covered in filth and unable to climb out.
Staying in a cesspool for too long is definitely not good, but she didn't want to touch her, so what should she do?
If Jiang Li or Ju Meng were by her side, a true love's kiss or something might turn the danger into safety...
Chatterbox Girl thought worriedly, looking down at the “bald head” ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) that was staring at her with countless watery big eyes, shaking her head and saying, “Leader Baldy, if you fall into a cesspool in the future, don't expect me to save you! Figure it out yourself.”
As her voice fell, the little thing in her arms wriggled violently, and then a strange shriek, like a whistle, came from its small body, which had no vocal organs.
“What do you mean? Are you sulking?” Chatterbox Girl tilted her head. “I'm telling you, sulking won't help! I said I wouldn't save you, and I absolutely won't... Huh?”
As she was speaking, she suddenly noticed that the gaze from the “bald head's” countless watery big eyes actually bypassed her and looked up at the sky, with fear flickering in the depths of its pupils.
What was this little guy afraid of?
With doubt, Chatterbox Girl followed the “bald head's” gaze and looked up at the sky again. After seeing the blurry image reflected in the firmament, her pupils trembled, she froze for two seconds, and then a cunning curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
“Amazing, Lu Yibei! I didn't expect you to actually conquer the Nightmare?”
“However...” Chatterbox Girl pouted, crossed her arms over her chest, carefully examined the image reflected in the sky for a moment, and murmured, “Can that still be considered a Nightmare?”
In that chaotic void, a pure white serpent, seemingly folded from paper, flew out of the void and opened its terrifying maw. A graceful figure enveloped in sacred faint light appeared within the terrifying maw and reached out to Lu Yibei.
Then, she said to Lu Yibei, “Awaken, Disaster!”
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A moment ago.
Shen Baiwei, swallowed by the projection of The Serpent of the Years, walked lifelessly like a puppet controlled by someone, through the empty and cold corridor of Tethys Laboratory, everything she saw was gray.
It was as if all the colors of this world had faded under the erosion of the river of time.
The sound of wind in her ears hissed like a venomous snake's tongue, urging her forward.
Special metal doors, engraved with complex spells, lined both sides of the corridor, emitting faint, ethereal glows, like wide-open eyes, monitoring her every move.
That seemingly endless, long corridor, under the influence of some power, became different from usual, sometimes winding in waves, sometimes rising and falling in zigzags, sometimes spiraling... freewёbnoνel.com
It was as if the entire space underwent some subtle change as the corridor twisted.
Shen Baiwei walked in the corridor as if walking in the esophagus of some creature, constantly being digested as she moved forward.
Corrupted spots appeared on her tender white skin, like a wax figure collapsing, revealing incomplete scars like black holes, manifesting on her face, hands, and various parts of her body.
In a trance, she had a strong premonition that this might be the last time she walked this corridor. Once she entered the room at the end of the corridor, where corpses piled up like mountains, and quietly fell asleep, there would be no “Shen Baiwei” left in this world, replaced by...
What would it be?
Never mind, it doesn't matter. Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with me. Everything is over.
Resistance is meaningless; no matter how much resistance, it only increases the number of times one experiences pain.
Every time I return to this damned place, I always forget something. In the end, I might even forget why I'm experiencing this immense pain. Shen Baiwei thought numbly.
For a moment, the image of Lu Yibei standing in front of her, preventing the projection of The Serpent of the Years from approaching her, flashed through her mind.
It was fleeting, like briefly waking from sleep in the dead of night, groggily glancing at the world, turning over, and falling back into darkness.
After the plan to wish away her Authority failed, Lu Yibei's actions had briefly allowed her to see a glimmer of light again, but unfortunately, that glimmer of light did not last long.
No one had ever been able to save her, just as no one could resist the erosion of the river of time; everyone would eventually die.
Time passed.
After a long journey, Shen Baiwei finally arrived at the door of the small room at the end of the corridor again. Then, she mechanically raised her hand, slowly pushed open the door, and saw herself piled up like mountains.
She expressionlessly raised her head and glanced at the top of the small mountain of severed limbs, where a “Shen Baiwei” slept peacefully like a newborn infant. Her heartstrings were gently plucked, her eyes trembled slightly, and then...
There was no then.
Shen Baiwei stepped towards the corpses that were as broken as her, some even just pale skeletons, silently oozing foul black viscous liquid. She slowly sat down, leaning her back against the piled corpses, emptying her mind, and closing her eyes.
Let everything end at this moment, shall we?
Truly, so tired... Shen Baiwei thought.
Finally, she no longer wanted to resist The Serpent of the Years.
In a trance, Shen Baiwei felt the decaying flesh and bones behind her wriggle, like hands climbing onto her body, slowly pulling her into a deep darkness.
However.
Just as her consciousness was about to fall into silence in the darkness, she suddenly heard a familiar voice sound in her ear, forcibly waking her.
“Wow! This is truly wonderful, thank you for your grace, but... I refuse!”
“Everyone! Did you hear that? This is my choice...”
Shen Baiwei, “......”
That was... the voice of Disaster?
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Who was she talking to?
Shen Baiwei identified the source of the voice in her ear, and a strong sense of confusion arose in her heart. Disaster's words made no sense to her, but at the same time, a special power surged within her, urging her to awaken from her silence.
That was... the power to resist fate!
So, Shen Baiwei suddenly opened her eyes and greedily inhaled air into her lungs.
Once her vision cleared, a world filled with decaying corpses came into view.
In the center of that world, countless black lines symbolizing the prelude to the punishment of the years gathered together, beating rhythmically like a living heart.
Enveloped by that heart, a notebook with a colorful floral pattern, as beautiful as a fairy tale book, could vaguely be seen...
