The alien with white hair turned around.
A full moon was behind it. Its face was no longer covered in bone armor, but was human, exactly like his.
Zong Lin tightened his grip on the spear and said in a deep voice, “Are you waiting for me?”
The alien in front of him was clearly the same Rank One alien he had just seen under the giant tree.
With the words “the timing is not good”, the other person sent him into the black hole and brought him to this unfamiliar place.
Perhaps… to a new point in time.
The alien stared at him with blood-red pupils.
Its tall and sturdy figure, with firm abdominal muscles shining in the moonlight, had some small scratches and wounds on them.
On its right shoulder, there was a very prominent bite mark, deeply bitten by someone.
Zong Lin stared at the somewhat familiar bite mark for a few seconds, his brow furrowing into a “川” shape.
The alien said, “Waiting… yes, I was waiting.” It seemed that it hadn’t spoken for a long time, so its words sounded somewhat dry and slow.
“…waiting for someone who can surpass me to arrive.”
As it spoke, it raised its right hand to its side, and a bone spear formed in its hand.
No, it couldn’t be called a spear. Because the spear was already broken in the middle, leaving only half, held by the alien with white hair, pointing towards Zong Lin.
The alien said, “Come on. Let me see… if you have such strength.”
Although the bone spear was already broken, the strong oppression of Rank One on its body remained undiminished, even stronger than what was seen under the giant tree.
Zong Lin wanted to ask where the bite mark on its body came from.
But under such oppressive momentum, he could only temporarily set aside his doubts and release all his abilities to resist it.
After defeating the fusion of countless consciousnesses, his ability, which had already reached closer to Rank One’s, formed a layer of bright silver-white flames flowing over his body in the darkness.
Facing the pressure of Rank One, Zong Lin didn’t retreat.
“Not bad. But… not enough,” the alien said.
Its figure disappeared.
With the previous experience of confrontation under the colossal tree, Zong Lin became alert immediately, his body tensed up, ready for defense.
In the next instant, the figure of the alien appeared extremely close to him, and the fractured long spear swung towards him with terrifying force and speed.
The clash of the long spears emitted a piercing sound!
The force of the alien was overwhelmingly terrifying, and it also contained the absolute suppressive power over the “Soul,” which was an authority of Rank One ability holders.
Zong Lin resisted this suppression, his arm muscles bulging with veins from the effort.
After the collision, they separated, and Zong Lin grunted, a taste of rust flooding his throat, his internal organs already suffering from internal injuries.
The opponent’s “Soul” ability had penetrated into his soul through the previous strike, and the powerful infectivity of the Rank One alien was taking effect.
In an instant, he felt his soul twisted, the sensation of alienation stronger than ever before. Bone spurs accelerated chaos, proliferating outward from his body. His consciousness drifted into a hazy, hallucinatory state, losing clarity in perceiving his own species.
At the same time, the hundreds and thousands of fused and devoured alien selves seemed to be drawn, beginning a thorough revolt!
Savage. Murderous. Destructive desires surged like a flood, filling his soul.
Wanting to wield the gun… to destroy everything.
Zong Lin gritted his teeth, restraining the force pulling him downward.
However, the inner voice persisted, thoughts seeping from the soul as if they were truly his own.
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Why restrain one’s desires?
Why imprison oneself in a cage?
Being used as a tool, stripped of all pleasures and loves, living like a machine, is that truly what he want?
What moral shackles, what sense of responsibility, are they really that important?
In this world, there is nothing worth clinging to.
Why not embrace corruption?
Release all evil thoughts, bring an end to this hypocritical, chaotic world that only brings pain.
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No, there are things worth clinging to…
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No… he couldn’t…
Little Jie… still waiting for him to come home…
In an instant, he had fought with the alien dozens of times in midair.
Facing the bone spear once again coming straight at him, Zong Lin’s pupils contracted into points.
This time, Zong Lin didn’t raise his spear for defense anymore. Instead, he moved forward with an unstoppable momentum, aiming straight at his alien self!
The deceptive voices within those souls could no longer disturb him; he had only one goal—
To defeat the alien in front of him, ascend to Rank One, then deal with the alien impersonating Shen Jie in the alien temple, and finally return to the Observation Center to take his beloved home.
A fierce gust of wind swept by.
The sound of the spear piercing flesh.
Both figures froze in mid-air.
Zong Lin’s spear had pierced through the alien’s chest.
While the alien’s spear, due to its insufficient length after breaking, only pierced his shoulder.
Dark blood dripped down steadily.
“You did well.” The expressionless face of the alien suddenly revealed a faint smile.
It seemed that the bone spear in its hand had finally fulfilled its mission, dispersing into light particles and drifting into Zong Lin’s body.
Accompanying the dispersing light was the alien’s body.
Zong Lin pursed his lips. Suddenly, he asked, “Why?”
With his experience, he naturally noticed that at the last moment, the alien deliberately deviated the direction of the spear, not aiming for his heart but turning towards his shoulder.
But the alien’s body had already become completely illusory and could no longer answer him.
Before completely dissipating, it tilted its head back, gazing at the moon in the sky, and gently closed its eyes.
As the light particles merged into his soul, an unprecedented immense power filled his body, and cracks began to appear in the surrounding scenery.
He knew that his consciousness had become the unique one among numerous parallel worlds and timelines.
The promotion was coming to its final moments. As long as he returned his consciousness to his body, completing the final integration, he could enter the ranks of Rank One.
At this moment, Zong Lin suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.
He turned abruptly, but all he saw were collapsed pillars and dilapidated palaces, along with vast desolation.
The world was silent and deserted, devoid of any signs of life.
As the scene fragmented, his consciousness began to traverse the countless dimensions he had experienced, returning to its original state.
—-
Temple of the Aliens.
Wu Yan was summoned to the temple by a decree.
Although Wu Yan really didn’t want to have much contact with the impostor pretending to be the “King,” the problem was he really couldn’t beat the other party, so he could only endure and move forward step by step, making his way to the temple.
Outside the temple, he met Yan Feng Qing, the gatekeeper.
This Rank Two alien, who had removed his bandages, looked somewhat like a knight in his attire. However, his expression was extremely vacant, like a puppet whose heart had been taken out, or a walking statue.
Yan Feng Qing said, “The master is waiting for you inside.”
Wu Yan looked at his lifeless appearance and his eyelid twitched. He didn’t want to end up like this, just because he offended that “Your Highness.”
With a forced courage, he walked into the temple and immediately saw his black bird avatar scattered on the throne in the hands of the youth.
“…”
Wu Yan swallowed hard, feeling a sense of impending doom.
Was this because he was caught secretly communicating with the King, and now he was being summoned to face punishment?
With a wooden expression, he hesitated between directly kneeling down and running away to improve his chances of survival. But he heard the youth on the throne speak lightly.
“Come here.”
Wu Yan hesitated for a moment, but could only step forward, struggling to speak.
“What is your command?”
He still couldn’t address the other person as “Your Highness.”
Shen An didn’t mind, and simply said, “I heard ‘I’ have a partner. Tell me about the relationship between ‘me’ and this human.”
Wu Yan: “Huh?”
He emitted a monosyllable that represented both confusion and shock.
No, why does the other party want to know about this? Isn’t impersonating the “King” enough? Does he also want to personally compete with the “King” for men?
“Why don’t you talk? Do you have any objections?” Shen An narrowed his eyes and asked.
“No, no objections, of course not,” Wu Yan said.
Anyway, it’s not him who will die after acting recklessly. He silently thought.
Shen An: “Start talking.”
Wu Yan could only grit his teeth and say, “Uh, as far as I know, ‘you’ and this ability user have been partners for seven years.”
Seven years.
Shen An’s expression twisted for a moment.
The time he spent with his brother, excluding the time he was unconscious, wasn’t even seven years.
Wu Yan continued, “During these seven years, you two have been inseparable and deeply in love. Everyone knows that Zong Lin has an ordinary human partner, and they even say…”
He paused for a moment.
Shen An: “Say what?”
Wu Yan glanced at his expression, thinking since he’s not the “King,” he might as well mention those slightly offensive rumors. So he said, “They say you’re a delicate and beautiful flower vase.”
Shen An’s expression turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
“That’s enough. Give me all their information,” he couldn’t even be bothered to pretend anymore, just issuing a direct order.
Wu Yan could only take out the detailed information about Shen Jie and Zong Lin.
Shen An grabbed the information and flipped through it, page by page.
Marriage. Partner. Joint property. Shared resource points account…
Each keyword jumped into his eyes.
…Who collected this information? How come there are even psychological assessments and daily emotional records???
It wasn’t until Shen An flipped to the last page of the dossier and saw the photo on top that he froze.
Shen Jie was playing with plush toys with Zong Lin. He was being embraced by the human, with a smile on his face.
In his memory, perhaps due to the sudden death of their parents and enduring immense life pressure, his brother rarely smiled.
Even when playing with him occasionally, he would smile, but it still carried a sense of weary exhaustion.
He has never seen his brother smile like this before.
Pure. Happy. Carefree. Blissful.
Shen An bit his lip.
His original plan was to intervene at the crucial moment when that ability user was about to ascend, disrupting his evolution.
Now, it seemed…
Intervention was necessary, after all, his brother couldn’t just be taken away for no reason. However… he could delay it for a while. So as not to be accused by his brother later of taking advantage of this person’s vulnerability.
… As long as the ascension fails.
—-
Zong Lin regain awareness but found himself not immediately returning to his body, instead entering his own consciousness space.
His consciousness space was a vast palace, containing rooms filled with memories.
Intuition told him that the final piece of the puzzle to reach Rank One was within his consciousness space.
—-
Consciousness space, Pale Nightmare.
Cracks on a fat bird wood carving placed on the TV cabinet grew larger and larger, until finally, with a crack, it split open completely.
Half of a face, pale and distorted, emerged from the fat bird wood carving.
The Pale King stood with arms crossed, his face cold.
Finally!
Thanks to the power brought by the host’s soul promotion, it finally breaks free from inside!
God knows how frustrated it is when that terrifying presence from the void stuffs it into the wood carving!
Not only is it forced to shrink into such an ugly body, but it also has to endure watching the host and the person it fancies in the pool of the world it carefully created, almost causing internal injuries from being so suffocated.
No, it has to tell the host what kind of freak and monster the person he loves has become.
It cannot be the only one being hurt like this!
Pale Nghtmare going to go tattle lol~
Thanks for the chapter!
Pale King will get his ass handed to him… again.