Chapter 240: Wake Up, Calamity!
When one’s powers are shattered into the most primitive “syllables” and, under the cognitive influence of tens of thousands of tribal warriors and the defending Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers, undergo subtle changes that give birth to incomplete power descriptions, Luxianbei has made various assumptions about the situations that will arise next.
Whether it is an unstoppable momentum merging into that fiery figure, losing oneself in the face of rising power, or finding a way to escape at the last moment, or perhaps the extremely slim possibility of a hero appearing to lend a helping hand…
In short, there are all sorts of scenarios, both good and bad, but she never imagined that “getting stuck” would be such a frustrating outcome.
Is this even reasonable?
By common probability, which urban legend or spiritual ability user would get stuck in a state of 【evolution·in progress】 when advancing to Calamity Grade due to two completely opposite perceptions of it?
Furthermore, it’s not that I’m so eager to advance to Calamity Grade, but if I can’t complete the advancement for the time being, at least let me get out of this current state! Luxianbei thought resentfully.
At this moment, her predicament was indeed a bit grotesque.
Caught in a state that was difficult to describe under the influence of two forces, her consciousness seemed to be caught in a turbulent whirlpool, being pulled and spun around.
The spirit energy fluctuations emitted by that fiery figure constantly assaulted Luxianbei, striking evenly, with a burning sensation invading every corner.
It was as if…
A duck being roasted over charcoal, enjoying being grilled until crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.
“Endless torment, eternal pain” indeed.
It would have been better to actively embrace destruction and “d*e on the spot”!
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On the dilapidated and decaying rooftop.
The Proxy Player Sister stared blankly at Luxianbei’s figure reflected in the sky above, her expression frozen as if her facial paralysis had acted up again, her mouth twitching slightly.
In her line of sight, the figure formed by Luxianbei’s consciousness floated in a chaotic void.
In front, there was a blurry figure wrapped in a flame-like glow, pulling Luxianbei forward, while behind her, thousands of red threads of fate, along with countless urban legends from Huacheng about “calamity,” combined to create a force restraining Luxianbei, preventing her from falling into the “abyss”…
“…”
She refused that path and successfully resisted the impending “head press k*ll,” which was indeed something to be happy about, but continuing like this wasn’t a solution!
If no other force intervenes, she will eventually be “roasted” to d*ath there!
Her consciousness might disperse in the real world, with fragments floating in the endless void, which was far worse than being a factor for world destruction… the Proxy Player Sister thought.
Given her understanding of Luxianbei, ordinarily, she wouldn’t find it strange for Luxianbei to pull off anything.
But for something like this to happen during the process of advancing to Calamity Grade, it was just too strange!
For someone as experienced as the Proxy Player Sister, this was something very “new.”
She had even made arrangements to “rescue” Luxianbei when she was utterly unable to resist, giving her another chance to restart, even at the cost of being detected, saying goodbye to Luxianbei forever, but now the situation…
It was as if she had rushed to save her child from drowning, only to find out that she had fallen into a cesspit, not at risk of drowning but covered in filth, unable to climb back up.
Staying in the cesspit for too long wouldn’t do, but not wanting to touch her, what should she do?
If only Jiang Li or Jumeng were around, a true love kiss or something might just turn the situation around…
The Proxy Player Sister thought anxiously, glancing down at the little creature in her arms, who was staring up at her with countless watery eyes, shaking her head and saying, “Light Leader, if you fall into a cesspit in the future, don’t expect me to save you! Figure it out yourself.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the little thing in her arms began to wriggle violently, then emitted a strange whistling sound, like a whistle, from its tiny body that had no vocal organs.
“What do you mean? Are you throwing a tantrum?” The Proxy Player Sister tilted her head. “Let me tell you, throwing a tantrum won’t work! I said I won’t save you, and I absolutely won’t… huh?”
As she spoke, she suddenly noticed that the countless watery eyes of the “Light Leader” had shifted past her, looking up at the sky, fear flashing in their pupils.
What is this little guy afraid of?
The Proxy Player Sister wondered, looking up at the sky again, and when she saw the blurry image reflected in the heavens, her pupils trembled slightly, and after a moment of shock, a sly smile crept onto her lips.
“Impressive, Luxianbei! I didn’t expect you to actually conquer the Nightmare?”
“However…” The Proxy Player Sister pouted, her arms crossed over her chest, studying the image reflected in the sky seriously, muttering, “Can that still be considered a nightmare?”
In the chaotic void, a pure white giant snake, seemingly folded from paper, flew in from the void, opening its frighteningly large mouth. A slender figure wrapped in sacred light appeared in that terrifying mouth, extending her hand toward Luxianbei.
Then she said to Luxianbei, “Wake up, Calamity!”
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Moments earlier.
Shen Baiwei, swallowed by the projection of the Snake of Time, walked listlessly down the empty, cold corridor of the Tethys Laboratory like a puppet controlled by someone, her surroundings all gray.
It was as if all the colors in this world had faded under the onslaught of the flow of time.
The wind around her was hissing like a snake’s tongue, urging her to move forward.
Special metal doors engraved with complex incantations lined the corridor, glimmering faintly, watching her every move like a multitude of wide-open eyes.
The seemingly endless corridor, under the influence of some force, became unlike usual; sometimes it rippled like waves, sometimes rose and fell like teeth, and at times coiled like a spiral…
As if the entire space underwent subtle changes along with the corridor’s distortion.
Shen Baiwei walked down the corridor as if traversing the esophagus of some creature, being digested as she advanced.
Corrupted spots emerged on her pale skin, like wax figures breaking down, revealing black hollow scars, manifesting on her face, hands, and various parts of her body.
In a daze, she had a strong premonition that this might be the last time she walked down this corridor. Once she entered the room at the end of the corridor, piled high with corpses and quietly fell asleep, there would be no more “Shen Baiwei” in this world. What would replace her…
What could it be?
Forget it, it doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with me; everything has already ended.
Resistance is meaningless; no matter how much resistance, it only adds to the count of suffering.
Every time she returned to this damned place, she always forgot something. In the end, she might even forget why she endured such immense pain. Shen Baiwei thought numbly.
In a fleeting moment, a scene flashed in her mind of Luxianbei standing in front of her, stopping the projection of the Snake of Time from approaching her.
It was ephemeral, like waking up briefly from a dream in the dead of night, dully glancing at the world before turning over and sinking back into darkness.
After her plan to rid herself of her powers failed, Luxianbei’s actions had briefly allowed her to see a glimmer of light again, but regrettably, that glimmer did not last long.
No one could ever save her, just like no one can withstand the erosion of time; everyone eventually dies.
Time passed.
After a long journey, Shen Baiwei finally reached the door of a small room at the end of the corridor. She mechanically raised her hand and slowly pushed the door open, revealing the mountains of her own corpses.
Expressionless, she looked up at the small mountain made of severed limbs and broken arms, where the “Shen Baiwei,” sleeping like a newborn, stirred her heartstrings and made her eyes tremble, and then…
There was nothing more.
Shen Baiwei stepped toward those broken bodies, some even reduced to nothing but pale skeletons, silently oozing foul black mucilage. She slowly sat down with her back against the pile of corpses, emptying her mind and closing her eyes.
Let everything end at this moment?
Really, so tired… Shen Baiwei thought.
Finally, she no longer wanted to resist the Snake of Time.
In a daze, Shen Baiwei felt the corpses behind her writhe, as if hands were climbing onto her body, slowly pulling her into a profound darkness.
However.
Just as her consciousness was about to fall silent in the darkness, she suddenly heard a familiar voice ringing in her ears, forcibly waking her up.
“Wow! This is so awesome, thank you for your grace, but… I refuse!”
“Everyone! Did you hear that? This is my choice…”
Shen Baiwei, “…”
That was… the voice of Calamity?
Why would I hear the voice of Calamity at a time like this?
Who is she speaking to?
Shen Baiwei discerned the source of the voice in her ears, confusion swelling in her heart. Calamity’s words felt bizarre, but at the same time, a special power rippled within her, urging her to awaken from her silence.
That was… the power to resist fate!
Thus, Shen Baiwei suddenly opened her eyes, greedily inhaling the air into her lungs.
As her vision cleared, a world filled with decaying corpses filled her sight.
In the center of that world, countless dark lines symbolizing the harbingers of the punishment of time gathered together, rhythmically pulsing like a living heart.
Under that heart, a notebook printed with a colorful floral design, as beautiful as a fairy tale storybook, could vaguely be seen…
