Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 17.017. Awakening

The meteor hammer, as fierce as a rhinoceros's horn, magnified before Jin Ziyue's eyes.

The long sword cleaved the broken iron chain, a single vertical line digging into its center.

The meteor hammer, propelled by inertia, hurtled towards Jin Ziyue's face, bursting open before him and sliding to the sides, brushing against his mask.

It struck the iron frame, and the impact pushed the frame to both sides, stirring up ice mist and frost, like a speedboat parting two huge waves.

"What!" Yinmolu's eyes widened. He didn't have time to be surprised. The sudden sense of crisis made him subconsciously pull back the chained half. Unexpectedly, the chain broke halfway and retracted like a headless silver snake.

The masked man closed in a few steps, his right hand wielding a long sword that lashed out like a venomous fang. Yin Molu ruthlessly raised his right arm, coiled it into a fist, and launched a fierce counterattack.

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

The instant their fists clashed, Jin Ziyue twisted his wrist to deflect the force of the punch, and his long sword suddenly extended in a spiral, like a sticky thread that bounced off the hard iron fist, striking Yin Moro in the face.

"Ah!" Yin Moluo roared in pain, but his fist remained unchanged. After a moment's hesitation, he smashed it towards Jin Ziyue's hand bone.

At this moment, the long sword he had obtained had retracted, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original length. Jin Ziyue slashed to the left, then flicked downwards, and then cleaved to the right in a series of fluid movements.

Only when it reached the point of the slash was the iron chain on his right arm blocked it, and his right arm was also shaken off by the force of the knife, slamming into the iron frame on the side.

A little quiet.

Yinmolu's eyes rolled back, a cross-shaped wound split open in front of his body, his left arm hung down, blood splattered like a fountain, and he fell backward.

Jin Ziyue changed to holding the knife with both hands, twisted his body, raised his elbows, aimed the knife tip at his heart, and stabbed down hard.

"Boom..."

The blade stood upright on the shattered floor, kicking up some freshly exposed pebbles.

The gravel was soon stained with blood again from the impacts.

However, Yinmolu's body disappeared without a trace.

Jin Ziyue sheathed his knife and stood up. Behind the mask, which showed him half-crying and half-laughing, only his breathing could be heard, not his expression.

The second time.

He slowly recalled the words of command.

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[Replacing the beams and pillars]

The term "fake life" refers to a collective term for a life of deception, where anything can be faked. The host possesses an exceptional ability to fake things, capable of creating indistinguishable fakes from the real thing. Once powerful enough, the host can even exchange genuine items for fake or inferior ones.

Biological substitution is possible, but the conditions are much more stringent. It requires a sacrifice that closely resembles the real thing, as well as the practitioner's stamina, to achieve the exchange of the real and the fake. Skilled practitioners can even switch people out of thin air.

Owner: Ranshan Hall, Zuo Qianzi.

"I've found you, hehe."

Otsu Masashige pushed aside a row of metal cabinets, grabbed a raw pig leg covered in ice with his other hand, stretched his neck and took a bite, grinning foolishly and making a crunching sound.

“You hit me... Otsu—” The fat man swayed as he took a step forward, touching the dent in his head.

It suddenly launched itself forward, flying like a human ball, its mouth wide open, filled with cold air and bits of raw flesh; you could almost see its thick lips trembling.

"It hurts!"

Roaring like a hippopotamus churning its belly, its mouth widened, its swollen upper and lower jaws like two seashells, its sharp teeth interlocking, one could vaguely sense the immense force of its bite that could crush everything.

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[A good-for-nothing]

It needs to consume a lot of food every day, but cannot efficiently replenish its own energy. It relies on the host to absorb energy, and the torment of not being able to get enough to eat is transformed into the ability to accumulate life words.

When in danger and on the verge of death, it releases its stored energy to frantically restore its own state, and has an appetite to devour and digest everything.

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With the poison proving ineffective, Jin Ziyue abandoned the idea of ​​retrieving the chemical reagents.

The most direct and brutal way to kill this monster is through physical means.

However, at present, this method is undoubtedly the most physically demanding.

That being the case.

Jin Ziyue looked at the fat man who had already taken to the air, released his long sword, and let his large body block the upside-down light on the ceiling. He raised his arm and stretched out his palm, his five fingers spread wide.

……

The white mist dispersed.

The index finger, wrapped in a white glove, trembled slightly.

As her vision cleared from the white fog, the girl slowly opened her eyes, only to find everything in front of her foggy. The white glass dome distorted the surrounding light, and her head felt constricted in an unknown helmet, like a headband that made her dizzy.

The cold air around her made her shiver, and the unfamiliar environment inexplicably made her feel tense.

Where is this place?

The girl blinked, her eyes stinging.

Several bodies lay scattered on the ground, their crimson blood congealing into a pool before it had even flowed out much.

The girl helped him forward, turned over his face which was lying on the ground, and his wide eyes showed unspeakable fear.

The girl was so frightened that she shrank her legs, her teeth chattering, and struggled to stand up.

I realized that I was weak all over, my limbs were frozen stiff, and the foggy laboratory seemed even more gloomy.

"Help..." the girl murmured, getting up anxiously and looking around for an exit.

The walls were splattered with blood, the utensils were scattered, and the broken pipes hissed out cold air.

The girl finally couldn't bear it any longer and hurriedly ran out the door.

The moment she grabbed the doorknob, she saw the shattered glass, like snow-white ice flowers blooming on the glass. Even the slightest movement would tear off a pile of shards, which crunched underfoot.

Looking ahead, what lay before me was a scene of utter devastation.

The ground was covered with dense carcasses, their charred clothes making them unrecognizable. The burning flames gnawed at the corners of the walls, and the exposed wall ash, either damp or scorched, revealed large black spots.

The embers had not yet died down, and the swords and blades were stuck upside down everywhere. Bullet holes were visible all around, and dried blood clots were mixed with black ash. As far as the eye could see, there was not a clean place to stand.

The dim corridor light suddenly crackled, startling the bird, which shrank back in fear.

The end of the corridor was clearly visible, but this long, arduous path was so dangerous that even a bird dared not take a single step across it.

"hurry up."

Suddenly, shouts came from the distant staircase.

"Tap, tap."

The two walked down the road chatting, their footsteps sounding particularly clear in the darkness.

"Who doesn't value their life? This isn't called desertion. Let me tell you, that thing up there is not something we can handle. Everyone has a few ways to save their own life. Sending out a clone and firing a few bursts of bullets is already more than enough."

The dual-gunner changed his demeanor, his tone still nonchalant. With his hands in his pockets, he nudged the person next to him with his elbow and teased, "Hey, newbie, don't be so nervous. This is my first time giving you special training, so have fun."

As Eisuke Asuka looked at the scene before him, his legs went weak. He had thought that the power to touch the world was just the tip of the iceberg.

In an instant, I felt deceived again. All those years of struggling, hustling, and groveling seemed meaningless.

"Huh? There are still people alive?"

The man with the dual pistols stopped moving, squinted, and even stopped muttering, his lips pursed tightly.

A biting cold filled the air, and a sudden silence descended, with only the faint sound of burning flames remaining.

They gazed at each other from across the corridor.

Thanks to his White Walker constitution, Eisuke Asuka's pupils instantly narrowed, his bluish-gray eyes like a green snake eyeing its prey, and the face of the person approaching gradually became clear in his retina.

Behind the mask was the girl's pale face, pale with fright.

Eisuke Asuka's expression was somewhat strange:

"Who are you--

"Ryuu-i?"

(End of this chapter)